#what procrastination does to a fucker

[themodernprometheus-on-a-stage]

So because doing math homework is overrated/hj i’ll just yap a bit about some ideas i have for the play, which i will be calling the play until i have a better name,,,,,

I imagine the scene where The creature is telling victor about its story starts with them sitting at a table in the little cabin or whatever on Mt.Blanc, where The creature starts explaining what happened after its “birth”. With the medical diary he found in Victor’s coat and everything.

When he gets to the De’Lacey’s the lights go black and there’s a scene change.

The table is still there but The creature and Victor aren’t. The De’Laceys (and Safya too, i’m not sure how to integrate her into the small retelling without being like the book, which i didn’t like how that was handled. To say the least) start showing up as they are mentioned and act more like those cuckoo clock figurines as the creature explains.

And when The creature tells the part of how he tried to talk to the father, and failed and then burned the house down, a second actor might have to dress up as the creature to do the stage action, as the real actor of the creature and Victor are either behind the stage narrating, the narration is being played over a speaker or the two are standing behind the audience and narrating.

When the part about the De’Laceys is done the stage goes dark again and The creature and Victor are back at the table, and the Creature asks for a companion ect. ect. We know how this then goes, i will keep the discussion short because i am probably not allowed to have a 6 hour play consisting of the most detailed dialogue bdnefbdjjd.

I will probably have to cut out some scenes and replace them with slightly shorter ones for context or make important scenes include information it would not in the book, to keep it as short but also long as possible. I will make it long enough for a brake though.

[rrxnjun]

portrait of a blank slate. huang renjun

pairing: huang renjun x fem! reader genre: college au. fluff, smut, and the tiniest bit of angst. warnings: swearing, alcohol, angry man renjun, very bad dialogue, this is the most un-renjun fic i've ever written, dry humping, a heavy makeout session, unfinished blowjob word count: 5.8k playlist: no specific one this time but i listened to a lot of keshi while writing this, so have this playlist of mine to fit the vibes a/n: inspired by that one tweet describing how someone's art professor met his wife the same exact way, lost the screenshot and also the og post im so sorry!

turns out all it takes to save a life is a bad, bad college party, a few shots and a weird, magical coincidence back in a girl's dorm room.

It’s hard to believe that Huang Renjun is currently finishing up the art portfolio he needs for his summer internship program after procrastinating and angrily stomping at every single bad stroke of his paintbrush for the last few months.

Because he’s not.

He’s looking at the canvas with stern eyes, the smudges on the white linen so messy he could cry just by looking at them, and the more he tries to save the disgrace currently scribbled in front of him, the worse it gets and makes the levels of frustration in him turn into rage and fury, because let’s be honest– what is Renjun’s primary emotion if not anger. 

And he tries hard to fix it again, he really does– he sighs heavily while doing so as he takes a smaller brush and tries to paint on a few hairstrokes to the portrait of Frida Kahlo he wants to execute– and in honest reality, it doesn’t even look half as bad as it does in the poor boy’s eyes when he takes a step back after holding in his breath and carefully piercing together the artwork. Maybe if there was someone else in the room– everyone but his annoying roommate Donghyuck, because that fucker always manages to make things even worse– they could talk him out of it, offer some words of consolidation, even, hype him up and tell him that with outsider’s eyes, the canvas looks beautiful and very well put together. But the truth is that there’s no one present right now, not a single soul in what feels like the whole campus right now, that could ease Huang Renjun’s frustration from what seems to be art block, when he throws the paintbrush to the wall (he’ll worry about the stain of acrylic paint later, when he gains consciousness) and puts a fist through the middle of the painting.

If he was a character in a comic book, his hand would go through the canvas and create a quite satisfying hole. He’s a real person, though– a weak one as well, to be quite honest– and his fist is stopped by the stretched-out fabric, making his hand bounce back, but now stained with all shades of brown and tan, which somehow only makes him even more mad and turns him into a furious animal roaming around free and causing uttermost chaos in his all true sense.

Nothing can stop Huang Renjun when he opens the drawer he keeps all his artwork in, taking out all the graphite sketches and colored pencil drawings, and then the next one containing the watercolor paintings and various other acrylic paintings done on expensive sheets of paper, stacking all of those onto one pile in the middle of the table. Not one thing is safe– except from the digital artworks he keeps in his iPad and his big A4 sketchbook he forgot about in the heat of the moment, since he keeps it on his nightstand– when he takes the big, heavy stack of art and runs, chimes towards the entrance of his and Donghyuck’s miniature dorm room, luck only standing by his side once in this whole evening when his said roommate opens the door and clears the way for him, looking at the poor boy with mouth agape in a slight shock.

“What the fuck are you doing right n–”

Donghyuck doesn’t get an answer. When he asks stupid questions, Renjun doesn’t tend to pay him much mind, settling on not engaging with the discourse if it doesn’t make much sense, so Hyuck should be used to the ignorance– he thinks this was a very valid question to ask at this moment, though. If he was curious enough, he’d even follow his roommate down the hall and watch him in his endeavors only to find out what’s the intention behind his angry stomping and the fierce look on his face. The truth is, though, he doesn’t care all that much.

That doesn’t stop Huang Renjun, though, as he chimes down the hall of the boy’s dormitory, kicks the glass door open (thankfully not the actual glass part, because that would for sure be expensive) and practically runs the rest of the way towards the bins at the end of the street, dumping the papers into the bin (forgive him for not recycling in his current state of mind) before he angrily kicks the poor object twice for good measure and turns on his heel, slowly, but still as angrily making his way back to his dorm room by stomping all the way up until the entrance.

The dorm guard doesn’t even ask for his dorm ID like he usually does– Renjun must have been quite memorable as he ran out of the building with 5kg of artwork of various sizes in his arms– but the truth is, the man isn’t as old and he saw the boy going out just a few minutes ago, so he doesn’t think it’s necessary. Renjun would appreciate the memo, although, when he remembers that the man always asks for the dorm ID, especially on the nights out when he comes back slightly intoxicated and too disoriented to look for the little slip of paper in his pockets, and on the nights when he forgets his dorm ID as well– the man was set on letting him sleep on the front porch of the dormitory once and it took Renjun 15 calls to get ahold of a sleeping Donghyuck and another 15 of him walking down the hall in slippers and pajama bottoms with his roommate’s dorm ID in hand before he could warm his bones from the cold slowly seeping into his bones on the January night– and that whole thing makes Renjun somehow even more angry at the whole situation.

And so when he comes into his room again, Donghyuck now sitting on his bed still in his outside clothes (something Renjun hates and would murder for), and his eyes land on the damaged canvas still waiting for him in the corner of the room, he wastes no time in opening his window and throwing it down from the second floor, not really caring where it ends up or if he’s gonna get a fine for violating one of the dormitory rules– to never throw stuff out of the windows..

“Dude, what is–”

“Don’t ask.” Renjun huffs as he closes the door and peels his clothes off, taking a towel that’s still hanging from the top bunk of their bed and aims towards the bathroom door. A true tantrum can only end in a cold shower, and that’s what Renjun’s gonna do as he washes his dreams down the drain and ends up silently crying himself to sleep tonight in agony.

It’s hard to believe Huang Renjun is currently at the best college party since the days of ‘megaparties’ of Johnny Suh, the senior that’s slowly halting his party performance due to stilling in life. Renjun was dragged to Lee Jeno’s party by his roommate Donghyuck after he mourned in his bed for approximately two days before it got too much for the poor gemini, promising and honestly thinking that alcohol is truly the best solution for the poor boy’s misery. Again, it’s hard to believe Huang Renjun is currently at the best college party of the year when he listens to the loud EDM music piercing through his eardrums and he swears he catches a glimpse of a couple dry humping on the couch.

Because he’s not.

He’s at a college party, sure. He’s also getting some alcohol into his system– because why not, am I right? He’s not the one paying, and that’s always enough of a reason to drink. Is it the best college party he’s ever experienced, though? Absolutely not.

It’s quite literally the worst party he’s ever been to. The music is too loud and the whole house smells of cheap vodka, people are pushing each other around and with the amount of alcohol in his system, the whole room feels like he’s on a boat, his stomach weak and his eyes hazy. Renjun must admit Hyuck’s therapy skills are kind of paying off– because at least now he’s not thinking about the wasted opportunity of a summer scholarship and is instead looking into the eyes of his cute classmate from History class across the room– but at the same time, he’s not thinking much of anything in this moment, and the glint of your eyes is the only thing he can focus on when you get closer.

That might be a good or a bad thing– depends on how the encounter goes. There’s a fine line between the amount of alcohol that’s just perfect for Huang Renjun to get rid of his usual shyness and speak to other, much more attractive human species, and the amount of alcohol that’s just perfect for Huang Renjun to black out and puke on the floor, efficiently making it impossible for him to chat up the cute classmate he’s been eyeing the whole semester and ruining his chances of ever being seen in a good light in front of the said person ever again. He prays intensely that he hasn’t crossed the line yet when you open your mouth and speak to him in the crowded kitchen.

“Renjun!”

“Y/N!” he tries to mimic your tone, a flashy grin settling onto his face when you approach him first. You two aren’t strangers, after all– you’ve sat together in class during various exams and also accidentally bumped into each other in the cafeteria, but what were your courageous attempts in making conversation with him and efficiently trying to make him more interested in you didn’t lead to your desired goal of getting invited out by him, instead leading him to think you’re just that friendly to everyone and not just him, making the chances of him taking the next step that much slimmer. Not tonight, though– he really must have had too much to drink.

“How are you?” you ask, clearing your throat as you bump into someone and decide to shift closer to Renjun, making the boy’s breathing hitch in his throat.

“Wonderful,” he gasps, and for some reason, the response laced in irony makes an excited laugh escape your throat, and the more he listens to your bubbly giggle, the more he wishes he did music instead of fine arts, because maybe if he was competent enough, he could mimic the sound in one of his songs and replay it over and over even when you’re not around. 

“That sounds very genuine,” you note, which makes the boy laugh in return, making him wonder if maybe he could have the same effect on you– if you’re smiling wider now because of the sound of his laughter, or if you’re just amused at something completely else. 

It’s pathetic, really– the gloomy boy that was trailing to this party behind his roommate Donghyuck is nowhere to be seen now, instead replaced by the cheap imitation of a ray of sunshine that you brought out of him only with the magic of a few words and the few drops of alcohol on his tongue.

“Oh, trust me, it was genuine,” he teases, and you only nod to his attempt at masking his obviously saddened composure from before.

“Having a rough week?” you ask, and you sound truly interested– something Renjun hasn’t found in the tone of his roommate when he insisted on dragging him here– and maybe that’s the reason why he just shrugs and decides to come clean and be honest with you. You seem like that kind of person that wouldn’t make fun of his troubles, the kind of person that would genuinely want to help– although he’s not seeking counseling tonight, he figures he can talk a bit about his shitty mood if it means that it gets the conversation flowing.

“A rough life, actually,” he snickers before he sees you eye him with a concerned look, “just joking,” he adds before he retracks back and fixes his initial answer. “Some things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to, so I’m kind of moping around for a bit.”

You seem to feel empathetic towards the boy, nodding and pouting at his confession. “Well, I hope things get fixed for you, Jun,” you mumble, tone of voice encouraging– and maybe he could dwell at the caring nature of you a little longer, only if it wasn’t for your use of a nickname for him that just oh so sweetly rolls of your tongue and Renjun wishes he could legally change his name to the nickname so he could listen to the way it sounds forever– scratch that, to the way it sounds from your mouth forever, which means he won’t change it, just so it’s reserved for you and only you to say.

“What about you, though?” he finds himself asking in the midst of his inner screeching.

“Me? I’m great, totally fine, having the time of my life,” you emphasize, the over-the-top expression on your face making the boy burst into laughter as you wave your arms around as if to show him your surroundings. “I am a party person for sure, you know, so this is perfect,” you joke, and Renjun seems to get the memo. If he’s being honest, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you at a party before– not that he goes to many himself, which might honestly be the reason, actually– you could just be at different parties in different times that hadn’t overlaid, but by the way you’re currently tensely sipping at the alcohol in your hand, he figures you’re not too familiar with the scene of college partying.

“Who forced you to go? Was it your roommate?” Renjun remembers the girl from another one of his classes– you two were always walking around together and often got to class at the same time. Figuring out that you two lived together wasn’t as difficult, and she surely seems to be the more extroverted one.

“No, actually,” you say, eyes glimmering when he seems to remember the girl you share a room with, “to my surprise, honestly. It was another one of my friends– Na Jaemin, not sure if you know him– but the moment we got here, he disappeared and left me alone to deal with my thoughts,” you click your tongue and Renjun finds himself totally mesmerized with you– amazed with everything about you; the way you talk, the way you lean on the counter and watch him with stars in your eyes (which might just be the reflections of the kitchen lights, but don’t tell him that), the way you slightly lean into him when he cracks a joke and earns a laugh out of you…

“They always do that,” Renjun scowls, “they drag the introvert in and then force them to survive on their own…” he shakes his head in disappointment, clearly distraught over the situation. 

“Exactly! But if you ask them to come with you to a picnic, or to the library, they decline the offer. So much for being good friends,” you roll your eyes. Renjun finds himself smiling, and although he must admit that as every other college student, he himself would decline an invitation to a library if anyone asked, he’s like 99% certain that if it was you uttering out the question, he wouldn’t miss a heartbeat before joyfully jogging there with you. 

“Ask me next time,” he blurts out, a poor attempt at flirting, “I wouldn’t say no.”

And it seems like tonight is the night where you suddenly get the last kick of courage needed when you talk to Renjun– maybe fueled by his coy smile when he said the previous comment, maybe just acting out on pure hormones– tonight's the night where he breathlessly takes your offer, still not thinking much of it, but igniting a curious spark in his own heart nonetheless, when you scratch the back of your neck in the last residue of anxiety, scrunching your nose at him and mumbling under your nose, barely heard above the loud music resonating through the living room. “Do you wanna sneak into my dorm room, then?” 

Renjun almost chokes at your question– visitors in the dormitory are only allowed until midnight and as far as he’s aware, the clock is well after 2 AM right now, and he’s a male visitor, which is even more off the bounds in the eyes of the fierce woman guarding the entrance of the girl’s dormitory building. The more he stares at you, the more you seem to translate his silence into disagreement, which you panically try to undo with even more rambling. “I- I mean, since we both kind of hate this party and I think that if I drink more, I’m going to puke all over myself, so… My room is on the ground floor, so you can just climb in, if you wanted to. My roommate went home for the weekend, so there’s no one there, and we could– I mean, we don’t have to, honestly, but it’s kinda cold out and I thought we could both use a place more silent, ‘cause I really wanna head back now, but I don’t want to stop talking to you, y’know, and I don’t know if–”

“Okay, I’m down,” Renjun nods, efficiently shutting up your rambling, and when there’s a very apparent relief flashing over your face, he finds himself smiling in endearance at your antics, going as far as ruffling a hand through your hair in whatever kick the alcohol mixed with adrenaline gave him before you have him dragging his feet out of the house, both of your feet shuffling towards the campus.

The walk isn’t long, but he finds himself enjoying it. The condensation coming out of your mouths at the chilly weather serves more to the atmosphere when the both of you giggle out at absurd jokes and gossip, your voice breaking into soft hums when you sing a song under your breath in moments of silence that somehow feel both kind of awkward, but also kind of pleasant. He drags you by your hand to the other side of the sidewalk when a car passes by and you jump in surprise, eyes wide and glossy, mouth a little agape in an open-mouthed grin when his fingers stay intertwined with yours and you adjust your purse on your other shoulder, clearing your throat before you try to nonchalantly continue on with the conversation.

“I’ll go inside now,” you announce when you get to the girl’s dormitory building, breaking apart from the eager boy and coming closer to him when you confide the secret, “I’ll turn the light on in my room when I get there, so make sure to look out for the window. I’ll help you in, don’t worry,” you smile at him, and before he has a chance to reply, you disappear behind the glass door with a pep in your step. 

Renjun finds himself sighing– now is the moment when he should realistically get relief, the moment when he’s supposed to relax for at least a second and prepare himself for whatever might happen in your dorm room– but when he slowly walks over to the left wing of the building and squints at the dark squares of windows, he wonders how in the hell he’s gonna climb in. Escaping out will be an easy task– the windows aren’t that high up– but coming in will be the problem. He guesses it’s the same with the whole situation– he bets the easiest part of the whole evening will be jumping out and running to his own room– how to survive the night in your presence and not go completely insane, he doesn’t know and wishes he had a manual to before he agreed to do this in the first place.

When the light goes on in one of the rooms and you wave at him from the inside, he finds himself involuntarily jogging towards the window, gears in his brain turning faster than the speed of light when he reaches the wall and you grin at him, opening the window and offering him your hand. 

“If you grip the edge of the window and give me your hand, you can get in easily,” you say, watching as the boy cautiously looks around himself and scratches the back of his neck, mentally calculating his next movements.

“Have you done this before?”

“No,” you bashfully shake your head, “but my roommate did it twice, so I don’t think it’s that hard,” you note and nod at him, waiting for him to finally take action. 

Renjun finds himself doing what he’s been told– and even though he huffs and almost falls over to his back (which would kill him, he thinks, since his physique is very close to a turtle’s), victory fills his veins when one of his legs finally ends up in your window, his body stumbling forward and almost toppling you over when the warmth of your room welcomes him as he lands on top of your desk. 

“Welcome,” you laugh at him when he shakes his head in disbelief and takes off his coat, dropping it on top of the wooden table and watching you close the window behind him, so the cold doesn’t get in. 

“That’s one way of inviting guests over, I guess,” he teases you, watching as you roll your eyes at him and go over to one of the beds. Renjun notices the room is different to the one he shares with Donghyuck– you and your roommate have two beds instead of a bunk one, the table is right under the window and you get a little more space over-all. You turn on the little lamp kept on your bedside table, and the boy watches you with interest as you cautiously walk around your own room as if it’s your first time seeing it, reminding him a little of a deer in the headlights, clueless and suddenly out of ideas.

Renjun finds himself laughing at your behavior– he finds himself endeared by it, the way you play with your fingers in nerves and try to think of anything to do in the intimacy that suddenly envelopes you when you invite someone over to your dorm room in the middle of the night– and when you aimlessly end up standing in front of him, your big eyes even bigger and glossier than before, he snickers at the state of you and shakes his head.

“Okay, so I know I was the one who invited you over, but now I’m kind of helpless in what we should actually do and all…” you giggle, a little embarrassed when you bear your eyes into his, your body subconsciously slotted in between his legs, his position leaning on the edge of the table allowing you and inviting you to do so. 

“You’re cute,” he laughs at you, and before you have a chance to question him about the compliment, he has you silenced abruptly by his next actions.

“What do you–”

His hand is gripping your jaw and he leans into you, the newly found courage and affection towards you having him drunk on more than the alcohol, but also your whole presence– the way your hair smells when he’s this close to you, the way you pull the sleeves of your sweater further down when you don’t know what to do with your hands, the shyness in your gaze now that you have him in your cage– and his lips act on themselves when they press themselves against yours, soft but firm, tasting the strawberry juice mixed with vodka off your mouth, a surprised gasp against his lips more than enough to invite him even further in.

He feels your fingers tugging at his shirt and your skin growing hot under his touch, leaning back from you a little and finding you looking at him with a thousand different galaxies in your eyes, enough of a confirmation to him, but he’s a man– he still needs it vocally, when he grins lazily at you. “Was this one of the things you thought about when you invited me over?”

“Maybe…” you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth, a clearly battled grin trying to settle its way onto your lips.

“You should’ve just said so, then,” he smiles when he leans into you again, a little more confidently this time and kisses you again, again and again.

You stay under the window for a while, lips pressed hard against each other as you try to learn the curves of each other’s mouths by memory, lazy hands threaded into his hair and an arm around your waist now, steadying you in place. Foreheads pressed against each other when you break away for air, giggles resonating through the room when his lips make their way towards your neck and the softness of his hair tickles your skin, fingers threaded when you tug him towards your bed and you watch him kick his shoes off before you follow him onto the soft mattress.

His head falls into your pillow and you straddle his lap, your hair falling into your face when you look down at him from your position, the newly found dominance in your position charging you with unexplainable energy, and Renjun can’t help but smile at you sweetly when your eyes meet and you eagerly lean down towards him, fingers once again intertwined with his, hands laying next to his head. Your breath fans his swollen lips that you once again find yourself attacking, the contact overwhelming you and making it hard to breathe. Who knows how long the both of you have wanted to do this but never had the courage to– it’s a miracle that it’s even happening tonight.

And with the built-up desire, you act instinctively– hands breaking away from his when you grip his cheeks and give him one last peck, lips now traveling down his jaw and neck instead, having the boy shivering under the contact, your actions slowly but surely driving him crazy when you find his sweet spot and you get a satisfied gasp from him, a reward for your tonight’s efforts.

His hand grips your hip, and something about the burn of his fingers even through the fabric of your jeans makes you move on instinct, earning yourself a sharper hiss this time that doesn’t make you stop, however– quite the opposite, actually– as you break into a wide grin at the very evident effect you have on him, your movements slow and painful, but still having him harden under you.

Goosebumps appear all over your skin when his cold fingers capture the skin of your stomach when he aimlessly tries to find a place in your body to ground yourself, but the more he answers to your movements, the more encouraged you get. He tugs you back down so you’re facing him, which does nothing to halt your painful pace as he drags out yet another kiss from you. 

“If we don’t stop now, it’s gonna be really hard for me to do so later,” Renjun huffs into your ear, which only gets you more excited.

“Who said I want to stop?” you ask him, fingers trailing up his side over his shirt, yet still making him fire up and flush in his cheeks. “Do you want to stop?”

“Do I look like I wanna stop?” he snickers, shaking his head in utter disbelief, hand traveling dangerously close to the cup of your breast.

“Let’s continue, then,” you muse, peeling yourself off him only the slightest amount, hands dragging themselves down his body until you reach the waistband of his pants, gently dragging the fabric down until he’s left in front of you only with a tent in his underwear, big eyes curiously and breathlessly watching you in your actions. He could be a gentleman and tell you you don’t have to, tell you to stop and come back up and that he will pleasure you first, but the more he watches you as you palm him over the thin fabric of his boxer briefs with the dangerous doe eyes of yours, the less he wants to do just that. In all reality– who is he to deny a blowjob from you? Or anyone, for that matter?

His whole body shudders under your touch, actions careful, but so painfully satisfying. Renjun watches your face with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the reality of it all sobering him up and making him aware of each shift of your body, each centimeter your fingertip travels against his skin, each motion that slowly makes a bundle of nerves appear in his stomach. It only gets too much for him when you lean on your elbows, nails gently pricking the skin of his thighs as your mouth hesitantly greets his dick, and he feels like a virgin again when his eyes peel off you just in case he finishes just by watching you blowing him off like a highschooler at his first blowjob, forcing himself to watch the ceiling instead.

Eyes traveling all over your room– the closed window opposite of him, the bed on the other side of the room, the walls above your bed– he gets lost in the galaxy drawn on a piece of paper that’s plastered right above your pillowcase, and another graphite sketch of eyes bearing right into your soul, as if they were watching him in the act, and another one, of a deer that looks through the shade of the trees, before it hits him.

“Oh my god what the fuck–” he gasps, and his tone must have sounded too different to the satisfied moans that have been spilling out of his mouth up until now, because you abruptly stop your movements and your gazes lock, your eyes completely mortified.

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“Oh– Oh god no, fuck, you’re doing amazing, trust me,” apologies spill off his tongue at your distressed state, “it’s just– where… where did you get these?” he asks, pointing towards all the drawings taped all over your walls that he failed to notice in the heat of the moment before.

“Oh,” you cluelessly hum, eyebrows furrowed, “I found them spilling out of a trashcan close to the boy’s dorms when I was walking to class one morning, and they were so pretty I had to take them.”

“I– you like these?” Renjun asks, full of strange surprise and genuine curiosity. You’re now sitting back on your heels and looking at the boy with big eyes, still slightly clueless and very much in a weird state of distress– because why would a man ask you about the random artwork on your wall in the middle of a mindblowing blowjob?– before you nod with a slight pout, agreeing.

“Well, I wouldn’t have decorated my room with them if I didn’t like them, y’know… Why are you… why are you asking?”

“Oh,” Renjun repeats again, a dumbfounded look taking over his soft features before he sits up on the bed and scoots closer to you, a weird sense of euphoria spilling out every vein of his body when the held-back dopamine is released into his system. A wide grin appears on his lips before he stares into your eyes with a milky way mirroring behind his eyeballs, glittering orbs haphazardly gliding over your face before he reaches your lips again, pecking them one, two, three times before you break away and look at him with furrowed eyebrows, a slight crease right in between them.

“What are you–”

“I think I’m gonna literally cum just at hearing those words, Y/N,” he blurbs out before he kisses the tip of your nose again, completely endeared and close to a happy boy under the Christmas tree, and while you may enjoy that look on him, you’re still slightly confused. Huang Renjun sighs almost a little too dreamingly and smooths the wrinkle between your eyebrows with a careful swipe of his thumb, still not giving you any explanation.

“Renjun, I’m afraid I’m not quite following why this is so important to you right now,” you mumble, having your partner laugh airly– just as if all his worries escaped through the window and you fixed his life with a few drawings plastered on your wall.

“Those, dear Y/N,” he points towards the papers stuck to your walls, eyeing the specific one he worked for 3 hours on and kind of mourned the morning after he realized he threw it away, months of practice and art that maybe wasn’t even that bad in the first place ending up in the trash because of a fit of rage, “are all mine. Mine as in, I drew them… And then threw them out in the middle of a slight mental breakdown.”

You look at him for a few heartbeats, eye contact never breaking before you avert your gaze towards the artwork on the walls– it takes you a few seconds before it hits you– and you gasp, hurriedly looking back at the artist in front of you, stars glimmering in your eyes now as well, matching his excitement. “Oh my god, are you for real?”

“Yeah.”

“You drew all of these?”

“Yeah,” he nods again, breathless.

“This is an insane coincidence,” you snicker, and Renjun didn’t know he had it in him– maybe it’s still the effect of alcohol that slips off his tongue when he speaks– but he cages you in his arms as he kisses you again, a whole new world appearing in front of him when the cheesiness meets the comfort of your walls.

“You’d call this a coincidence?” he hums. “Maybe it was fate.”

Earning himself a sharp laugh, almost mocking him as you swat his shoulder, you fall back with him towards the mattress, and while the heated moment might be gone, you don’t mind at all. Renjun looks at you with a certain softness in his eyes, a pride swelling in his chest, and for a moment, it’s true and you truly did open up a new reality for him and changed his life forever, fixed all of his problems, if you will, because the appreciation it takes for a girl to tape up at least 20 of his messy artworks onto her wall after finding the stash in the trashcan on her way to class might just be the encouragement he needed to keep going with the craft. 

It’s hard to believe that this shitty party actually brought him somewhere– not only to your bed, but also to your life, to a beginning of something new and a restart in something he thought he’d forever be giving up on.

“So… Do you need those back? Because I kinda like them here,” you giggle, and the crinkle of his eyes is enough of an answer to you.

“You can keep them. I’ll just draw new ones you can look at,” he muses, stealing another kiss from you and squeezing your hip, having you squeal against his mouth.

“Now, to get back to what we were doing before–”

[depressopax]

Before it's too late

Nacho Varga x gn!reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Yoo! I haven't posted in ages, been feeling down and mentally exhausted 😭 Also been writing on my very own novel for a school project AHHH Basically been writing, procrastinating, writing, etc etc... But so far so good!

Now then... ✨Angst time✨

Pairing: Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort Warning(s): BCS SPOILERS! Based on s4e3 “Something Beautiful”. Major character injury. Mentions of death and violence. Blood. Guns and bullet wounds. Cuss words. Mentions of surgery. Reader is gender-neutral and has they/them pronouns Words: 1.6K Summary: Based on s4e3, in which Nacho gets shot by Victor and is left in the desert. After being saved by the Cousins, reader rushes to the vet office to see him.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The sun is burning in Albuquerque today, making the concrete and highways threateningly warm. It’s an early morning and will only get hotter. The streets are empty and people are either sleeping safely in their beds or avoiding the burning morning-light. It’s a perfect day to stay in the shadows or - for those who have the option - close to the fresh breeze from the AC. 

Not everyone has that option. 

But bleeding to death in the desert is a rare case, too. 

This is how I die. 

Nacho thinks. He’s lost track of time. The man is lying on his side, facing away from the sun and hoping it will protect him from a sunburn. It’s the last thing he needs right now. 

The wounded shoulder is enough. His hands are bloody and so is the warm sand he is facing. 

Dehydration and blood loss. - That was not the way he thought he’d go down.

If it weren’t for the sharp pain in his shoulder - that’s slowly spreading throughout every inch of his body - he’d feel angry and humiliated.

Gus and his men left him to bleed out in the middle of nowhere. The damn Chicken Man. 

Arturo is dead. 

Nacho? About to join Arturo in the afterlife. 

His mind is bitter and he’s losing the battle of patience. 

“Do it quick, before you pass out” - That was the words of Gus’ lap dog, Victor. He was quick. Directly after he was left bleeding, he dialed the number to them. The Cousins. 

Where are they? 

He’s lost count if it's been days, hours or minutes since he got shot. All he knows is that he is slowly going insane. The sun burns his neck and he lets out a grunt, opening and closing his dry mouth. There's a taste of iron on his tongue due to his dry, chapped lips. 

Water. His vision gets blurry and with gloomy eyes he looks at the wet, red sand under him. 

They’re not coming. Those fuckers aren’t on their way. 

I’m dead. 

The realization hits Nacho, fueling the pain he’s already feeling. 

Dad. 

Guilt washes over him. What will happen to his dad if he dies? That, and…

He whispers your name hoarsely. 

You. His beautiful partner. The one who’s always been by his side, the only one that knows about and doesn’t judge him for his fucked up choices and his chaotic life. The person he’s been so distant and cold towards lately. Worst part is… 

They have no idea how much I love them. 

“I love you” - A sentence yet to be said. So many emotions are left unspoken, so many things left unsaid. 

Without thinking or caring about the consequences, Nacho reaches for his phone. With shaky, bloody hands, he dials your number and listens to the waiting tone. 

“Ignacio?” A soft voice filled with concern says. Nacho smiles. 

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yea… But don’t worry. What’s up, Nacho?”

The silence lingers. What the hell is he supposed to reply? 

“I gotta tell you something.”

“Nacho… What is going on? Are you ok?”

“No… But listen, mi amor.”

“Ignacio…-”

“I love you.” Silence again. His voice cracks from the emotions “...I love you so fucking much.”

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”

“...Because I am.” His voice is barely a whisper anymore. “Take care of my father for me, will you?” 

Your voice breaks on the other line. 

“Where are you?”

No reply. You realize it’ll stay that way. He is too stubborn to let you help him. As if accepting defeat, you break apart.

“Don’t cry, mi vida…” He whispers.

“Please don’t die. Please.” 

I promise. Nacho wants to reply. But the last thing he wants to do right now is give you false hope. So he stays quiet. His ears are ringing and he wonders how he still has blood left in his body. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Ignacio. I love you…”

He smiles in relief. That was all he needed to hear. 

It’s all said and done and now he can at least die with some peace.

“And I love you.” 

He hangs up.

When a character faces death in movies, they see their life flash before their eyes. 

A cliche. Nacho thought up until now.

He envisions the few happy and peaceful moments he’s had in life. Most of them involve his dad Manuel, and you. The first date, first kiss, first time… 

Maybe it’s the sun or maybe he’s actually walking into the light, when suddenly a shadow covers it. He grunts. 

In the distance, he can hear two men talking to each other in Spanish. Someone lifts him from the ground. 

Exhaustion catches up with Nacho and everything fades to black. 

You almost kick open the door to the Veterinary Office. 

How you even got the address is a miracle.

Maybe because you’ve called Nacho’s phone at least twenty times within the last hour, or maybe because they know Nacho has a partner? That seems unlikely. Nacho has made sure to keep the relationship secret from everyone, to protect you. Only people that know that he is your boyfriend are Manuel Varga and your family. 

The last explanation… Maybe, somehow, Nacho’s Cartel colleagues are humane enough to let family and friends say farewell to their dying loved ones… 

Apart from an elderly lady and her cat, the waiting room is empty at this time in the morning. The receptionist looks startled when she sees you. But then again you can’t judge her. With puffy and red eyes and the almost wild expression on your face it’s no wonder people are concerned. Without waiting for her to greet you, you rush to the office whilst the woman shouts after you. 

Nothing can prepare you for what you see. 

It’s your boyfriend - lying down half-naked on a metal table whilst the vet, Caldera, performs surgery. Two men in suits stand next to the tense vet, watching over his every move with caution. As the door shuts behind you, the three men turn to look at you. One of the twins raises their guns. 

“What happened to him?!” A voice barely noticeable. The man lowers his gun as his brother mumbles something to him. The vet goes back to work and Nacho squirms on the table. They’re killing him. 

You know that's not true and makes zero sense. 

But what makes sense about this situation either way? 

You don’t realise that you’re shouting allegations until someone grips you and drags you out of the room. Before you get kicked out of the office, a weak voice calls your name. 

Nacho. 

Minutes turn into hours, morning turns to day and then afternoon. You remain seated on the cold tile floor hugging your knees against your chest. The anxiety grows stronger and it feels like you’re about to drown in worry. When the door to the office finally opens, you can barely stand up. 

It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. The scrubs he’s wearing are stained red. You can feel your stomach twist. 

“He’s alive.” 

Nacho wakes up from his feverish dreams. His mind is foggy and his eyes feel heavy. The sedatives are wearing off and his whole body aches, especially the place where the bullets penetrated his shoulder. 

He is in a cold room with his bare back resting against an even colder metal table. He feels like shit. With a raspy voice, he repeats the only word he’s been able to say lately. Your name. When a warm hand intertwines fingers with him, he finally breathes out. 

Your sobbing wakes him from his trance. He opens his brown eyes and looks at you through heavy eyelids and black eyelashes. He manages to give you a weak smile and in a raspy voice, he greets you.

“Hey, mi vida.”

“Hey, my love.” You reply and manage to smile through the tears. “You’re alive…” 

With those words said, you burst into tears again. The cousins and Caldera look uncomfortable with the emotional outbursts and the scene between the two lovebirds.

“...Let’s give Varga and his partner some time to talk.” the vet says. He’s quick to leave and the twin men don't protest. 

Once finally alone, Nacho brings a weak, trembling hand to your cheek. He feels the soft skin against his palm and feels a sense of relief. When you lean forward he doesn’t think twice before pulling you into a kiss, and then another one. 

He’s alive. 

“I love you. I should’ve told you earlier, I… I’m sorry.” 

Your boyfriend tries sitting up and winces in pain. 

“You don’t need to apologize.” 

He can no longer hold back the wave of emotions. The shock of watching Arturo die, the stress Hector and his nephews have caused him, for years. The worries for his own life, but mostly for his dad, and you. It all comes crashing down. And now… Gus is a threat.

Nacho knows his life just got more complicated and a lot more dangerous. 

He’ll have to tell you everything. 

But for now… 

He cries. He lets you hold onto him. 

Nacho squeezes you close to him, to make sure you can’t slip away. 

Once he’s healed, he’ll go back to duty. He’ll protect you.

But for now… He lets you protect him. 

When you whisper “I love you”, he feels at peace. 

You’re his shelter and his home.

Did my mentally unstable a- cry when writing this because I love Nacho so damn much?? Yes. 2am emotional damage

[nanamimizz-archived]

how drunk does lamb have to be to sleep with the men of the rdr2 cast?

author's note: this is something that me and fang have joked a lot about and i am doing it now because i am procrastinating <3 all of this is all jokes and based on my own metrics. for context this is based if i saw them in a bar and wanted to flirt with them i am not considering things like backstory and flaws. this a pure what if scenario.

ARTHUR MORGAN

arthur goes first because that is the easiest answer and i would have to take like 2 drinks and a half because even though arthur has a much more gentle disposition with women and is kinda awkward he is so handsome and i would keep looking his eyes and getting lost in them if i was sober like i wouldn't be present at all so hopefully the alcohol keeps me on my feet enough to talk to him

JOHN MARSTON

i need four drinks minimum for this guy if im being real and it gets worse when its his epilogue ver or rdr1 ver. unfortunately i do find john to be very sexy and handsome and gets stronger as he ages so i need to be a little fucked by the drinks to be around him without running away or fucking it up bad somehow

JAVIER ESCUELLA

i would need 2 drinks to be normal. anymore im making a fool of myself any less im sitting there not being able to look at him while i talk to him. i need Something in me so i can be present and impress him somehow. he is getting me so bad no matter what though :/

CHARLES SMITH

this is one of the rare ones where i actually would only get one drink as i think i could talk to him normally without freaking out. im pretty similar to charles in disposition and in interests and it would be a successful interaction where im not sweating buckets and so nervous id feel nauseous to leave the bar with him (john and javier is where this happens to me)

LENNY SUMMERS

lenny would be probably 2 drinks we are close in age and hes very cute and he can be super charming so if i was sober id be cooked i fear JFNRHFIUE id probably write my number on a napkin and give it to him the morning after hes sooo endearing it would be so easy for him

SEAN MACGUIRE

SIX DRINKS OR MORE im so sorry to sean fuckers out there i am not one you he would yap to me and id have to be a specific headspace (sad lonely bored or extremely fucked) to bed him he is not for me

KIERAN DUFFY

lamb would have to be quite literally 12 drinks in to sleep with kieran im so sorry but he is so sad and not handsome enough to want me to do it with a clear head. i could talk to him maybe have some laughs with him sober but to sleep with him i would have to be in a State.

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

unfortunately if i had met dutch with no context or pretext as to who he is and he hit on me i would fall for it and i would need like 3 drinks to bed him. he is an older man with swag a deep voice and canonically very charismatic yeah lamb is getting got

HOSEA MATTHEWS

3 drinks max i don't need anymore than that. be serious you already know where this is going. this is a smart and silver tongued older man who is ALSO charismatic and well read and i want him BAD he's gonna need a need hip replacement when i'm done with him

[dragon-susceptible]

TDP Rewatch S2 E6: The Heart of a Titan

procrastinating writing the next chapter of Different Path Taken by watching the show? Me? Yeah.

This title hits different after the Mystery of Aaravos arc, I gotta say.

Why does Viren keep getting the recap voice. I'm so annoyed with this bitch.

This show does a really good job of putting different narrative arcs over each other, like Harrow's narration and Viren's, Ezran's speech over Claudia and Ibis' fight, that sort of thing.

I really, really love the parallel between Harrow's fatherhood and Runaan's. Harrow was dealing with being a stepfather, "trying to give you space to love your real father, even though he passed away." At the same time as Runaan was stepping in as a guardian for a friend who would, as far as he knew, one day return to take Rayla away again. They both had a reason to hold their distance, and they weren't bad people for doing it. They tried to make their love known without replacing those parents, and the thing is - they succeeded. They didn't get the chance to say the words before Viren cursed them both, but Callum and Rayla know that their adoptive (so to speak) fathers loved them.

God, I'm a whore for these fucking elves apparently, I'm literally pausing and going frame by frame through the few seconds we get of the assassins approaching the castle while Harrow narrates.

So Ram seems to have been responsible for guiding the others, he took point on approach to the castle. Also he wears a ring on his right horn, and these fuckers really love running in trees for absolutely no reason.

Andromeda was on his heels to his left. Callisto followed on the right, Runaan after on the left again. Skor brought up the rear, and was watching behind them. Oh this is interesting - where Ethari's facial tattoos trail under his chin and across his neck, Skor's do not. They stop at his jaw.

@ Skor, nice ass. Also, Callisto, Callisto, where the Fuck are you storing that glaive??? Ram uses knives, Andromeda's sickles could easily just be under her cloak, we can see Runaan's blades, Skor's are likely on his back, but Callisto's glaive is longer than they are tall, even if it collapses like Rayla's butterfly blades or Runaan's bowblade, where did they put it??

"A lie, a wish, and a secret."

What is it with this show and having characters just yell "DAAAA!" as a battlecry

Funny how once again, as the battle begins to rage, Viren doesn't lift a finger to help. This seems to be a trait of his. Whenever things come down to real battle or real labor, he backs out.

The sister shield launch was fucking epic, I don't care how ridiculous it is, I loved it. How Amaya looked up and just knew, and Sarai trusted her to know exactly what to do. They've done this before.

Oooh, yeah, Amaya probably also has a concussion. Brains are fragile and she just got her whole body rattled in a metal can, including hitting her head so hard her own helmet cut her cheek. She'll be battered af for a few days.

I also love how Sarai got so concerned for a moment, but when Amaya reached for lightness, Sarai joked back that she doesn't look great, but she should see the other guy. It's really nice that we can see this is just a throughline of who Sarai is; she's supportive and kind and has a tendency to respond to serious situations with humor to diffuse them. She's funny, and that's just really nice to see as a guiding character trait in a woman in media. A mom in media, at that, and her humor is actually funny, not the usual "haha parents making jokes that make their kids cringe".

Oooh I'm fucking vibrating over this argument between Harrow and Viren and Sarai and Amaya about whether to take the heart and leave the wounded or wait for everyone to make it. Because here's the thing, right. Sarai is arguing that the wounded will be fine - she and Amaya can stay back; she clearly has a plan. Theoretically, the wounded could hide and recuperate and then sneak back later. She is not wrong about this. Viren is pushing to just abandon them entirely - which he's extra eager to do because Sarai threatens his sway over Harrow. Harrow won't do either of those things, because leaving someone in danger is absolutely against his personal moral code, which is the main thing that got them into this situation in the first place. He cannot turn his back on someone who needs help, even now when it would actually be somewhat practical - and Viren drives him to extremes.

Also, "you wouldn't do this if it wasn't your wife's sister" made Harrow snap, and I really like that moment, because it's very clear right then that Viren said it because he knew it would hurt, and Harrow knew he was saying it just to sting. I also can't help but think about the conversation that must have been had among the assassins after they discovered Rayla didn't kill Marcos, and Runaan didn't kill her - would he have done it if she wasn't his daughter?

And the fundamental difference between Runaan and Harrow in that choice, which is that Harrow would stay and save them all even if it wasn't Amaya. But Runaan would have killed her, if she wasn't his daughter.

The Lie: History is a narrative of strength.

That lines up really well with how much Viren harps on strength, how it's worse to be weak than to be cruel, in his eyes. I wonder if Harrow expected Viren to use this narrative on his boys, and was trying to head it off in this letter even though he wasn't going to be there to stop Viren himself.

Something about how Harrow's narration of how he learned how the moments of purest strength appear as weakness to those who don't know better is lined up over Callum accidentally hurting Ezran during play, and dropping his toy sword to make sure he's okay. Something about how Harrow learned this lesson in love from his children, and now he's trying to make sure they hang onto that lesson as they move forward with history.

"Reject history as a narrative of strength, and instead have faith that it can be a narrative of love."

Did Villads always know Rayla was an elf? I don't remember if we get that reveal later or if that was just a really good fic or something. I'm like 90% sure he asked about her name because he knew perfectly well she was an elf and was curious if she'd admit it.

The fact that she just outright says she's an assassin is either her being a true dumbass or having a culture clash moment because being an assassin in the Silvergrove is just like. A profession. A normal thing someone can do.

"Never give up on yer dreams!" He says when she confesses she's never killed anyone.

He has definitely killed people.

There are way too many discarded weapons and banners in the sands around as Harrow's party retreats in the flashback. I'm wondering if this is Viren's narrative license, making it seem worse than it was, the animators taking some license to just throw weapons in there to demonstrate the Vibe, or if it's evidence of other battles fought there recently.

The narrative parallel of Thunder appearing in Viren's story and then framing Zym in his silhouette.

"I love wisdom. Bring it." Rayla says in the present, and based on how often Runaan just pops off with some randomly profound idiom, I wanna imagine she's just used to getting random bits of wisdom from him.

Also like. I just started thinking about it again. And can we discuss how uh . . . she knows Harrow is dead. But . . . she didn't know yet that the other assassins died? She knew it was possible, that they expected it to be extra dangerous, but since they succeeded in their mission, she had to have wondered - did they escape? How many? Did they go home to report her betrayal? Or were they recuperating and going to hunt her and the boys down?

"Life is like a river. You can't see too far ahead. (I can't see at all, as I might have mentioned before.) You don't know where the river of life will bend and turn. You don't know where it'll go at all. Don't try to control where the river goes. There's one thing you can know and control - yourself. Look at yourself. Who are you, Rayla? What do you stand for? Once ye know that, then wherever the river takes ye, you'll be right where you were always meant to be."

Rayla does the dramatic teenager thing and tries to make a speech in response, but Villads really was pretty profound here.

Love how the one time Viren actually tries to help he actually just makes things incredibly worse for Annika and Neha - and also almost screwed up their sacrifice, by dying as well and making their efforts meaningless. Also Annika reaching back for Neha before Avizandum's tail struck them was just . . . a heart-wrenching detail.

"I don't know what's waiting on the other side." is a really neat moment of contrast, I think. Because here, Harrow is saying he doesn't know what lies beyond death; humans don't have that assurance. He believes he'll be able to watch over the boys, but he doesn't know for certain what death will be.

That's a really interesting contrast to how Moonshadow elves see death as not an end, because they do know what happens to their dead. They can summon them even, with the right magics. There's no issue of belief or uncertainty in death for them.

I really don't think Avizandum killed Sarai. He unhorsed her and Viren, and she was gasping for breath when Viren turned her over, but what, he in his pretty courtier's robes wasn't harmed but she in her full plate armor - having not hit anything, there were no rocks near her that could have hurt her this badly - was killed? Also, even his narration goes black before she takes her last breath, and she chokes on it like she was stabbed.

Because she fucking was. He has her last breath in a bottle because he killed her. Avizandum was already flying away when he ran over saying they needed to hurry. And then Sarai had had the wind knocked out of her, maybe jarred something badly enough in her plate that it was hard to move, and he saw this wild chance to remove this obstacle that kept pulling Harrow out of his control, so he took it.

I hope Sarai left bruises on him that he had to cover up. I hope he suffered with it.

Harrow telling Callum to reject history as a narrative of strength, and instead see it as a narrative of love, as Viren does exactly what Harrow warned about, and tells a story of epic battles and victories and strength, to Aanya.

I still hate that Sarai's statue is the moment she reached for Viren to save him. He tainted both of their memories.

"Are you ready?" "No. But you may open the doors." No. Gods, how could anyone be ready for this? How could anyone prepare to tell this little boy that you love, that you've taken into your home, whose mother you married, that you are still struggling to express your own love for, that his mother won't be coming home?

I do love that he hugged Callum first thing, though, and Callum hugged him back.

The Wish: for his children to be free of the sins of the past.

"As a father, I have a selfish wish." "Create a brighter future from your own hearts and imagination."

The way both Harrow and Runaan frame their wishes for their children to be better than they were as selfish.

As a more meta note, I do think it's neat that the creators were just like "Annika and Neha are Aanya's genetic parents. No we will not elaborate." and then they just didn't. That's the funniest possible way for them to handle a fantasy lesbian couple with a daughter. Is one of them trans? Was Aanya a magical test tube baby? Did one of her moms just use magic to swap bits for a little while to try for a baby like a World of Warcraft character? We don't know. That's not important. I cannot think of a funnier way they could have framed this. They didn't have to confirm to us that she was their genetic child at all, they just did it and left us to speculate. This is gold.

Wait is this why people in my Ao3 inbox keep commenting that Runaan and Ethari should have babies, because canon does just straight up have a same-sex presumably cis couple having a baby already

Aanya's "I believe that they would. But I will not." Is such a good moment, especially with Harrow and Callum's plot running simultaneously. Harrow is warning Callum of exactly what Viren is doing, and Aanya stands up and does exactly what Harrow wants Callum to know to do.

"I cannot repay a debt of a hundred thousand lives who were saved, by sending a million more to die in violence." Speak! Up! Aanya! Admittedly, this is why she felt a little weird to me in Season 7 encouraging Ezran down his nuclear deterrent type plans, but like. they're both kids in positions of power from very young ages. They were bound to have chaotic eras, and we don't really know what's been going on for her in the time lapse.

Viren going straight for the other king who has mentioned having children for help "talking sense into her" happened, didn't it. Did he ever do that to Harrow, I wonder? When Soren was being unruly, did he turn to Harrow in exasperation and ask him to help talk sense into the boy, only for Harrow to encourage Soren's athletic pursuits?

Again with the throwing a fit and resorting to violence in his anger, to the point of striking out at a king, physically shoving Ahling around.

The secret: the Key of Aaravos.

Archmage Aaravos, a master of all six Primal Sources. So they told us right here in season 2 that Primal Sources can be learned, because Aaravos learned them. Harrow knew that already, which is interesting.

WATERPROOF SOCKS INDEED, VILLADS. YES. THANK YOU.

Callum just really needing a hug from Ezran after reading the letter hits. I really really love how their brotherhood is portrayed in this show, never a joke, they're allowed to just be soft. "Is this a trick?" because yeah brothers do that shit to get close for pranks sometimes. "No, I just love you." "Well I love you too." I just. I just.

I appreciate that Villads just outright calls himself a pirate. That's great.

Also, something about how Callum and Harrow both have green eyes is getting me in the heart. They're not related. It's a coincidence. But I'm sure that hit Sarai in the chest a few times, watching them bond with each other, watching Callum start to pick up mannerisms and traits from Harrow, even if she never got to see their later form.

[laughtervomitdoll]

I'm, procrastinating horrifically on a story I mentioned a month ago because I had to scrap a lot of it, including this. but this was a chapter I really liked where Sully is just an absolute fucking asshole to the main character and wacky shenanigans ensue.

tw; heavy implications of assault and SA, suicidal ideation, and some kind of abuse that I'm too stupid to identify throughout.

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Tee tugged on the glass door and stepped onto the concrete balcony outside, letting the cool night air engulf them as they imagined what the city lights must look like from so high up. A whiff of cigarette smoke alerted them that someone else was there.

"Hey, Liu," They said. Their voice was gravelly despite their young age. Liu grunted uncharacteristically, clearly irritated his isolation was interrupted. Tee smirked, "Hey, Sully."

Liu cracked a smile. "You catch on quick." His voice came from a bit deeper in his chest than usual, his tone dark.

"Is there another chair?" Tee felt around blindly. Liu rolled his eyes and stood up. He grabbed the back of his chair and slid it towards Tee, knocking them gently in the calf. "Your legs work fine," He muttered. Tee laughed and sat down. "You're such a gentleman."

Liu leaned over the railing, ashing his cigarette over the edge. His black and grey scarf fluttered behind him in the breeze.

Tee pulled a pack of their own cigarettes from their pocket. "You got a light?"

"No," Liu said flatly. Tee held their hand out anyway and Liu put a white lighter in their hand. They sat quietly for a moment, indulging in the muted sounds of the city below them. Tee broke the silence. "How do the lights look?"

Liu scanned the skyline. "Pretty nice," He mumbled and puffed on his cigarette, "The oil rig is the brightest."

"Fuck the oil rig." Tee crossed their arms, the braces on their wrists scraping against their shirt.

"Hope it kills us quicker," Liu agreed.

Tee paused. "Can I ask you something? While you're fronting?" Liu nodded, "Ask away."

"Why is Liu--"

"Guilt." Liu answered before they'd even asked, "It's guilt." He looked at Tee, "If you ever want to know why Liu does something, it's guilt."

Tee raised their eyebrows, upset yet grateful for the bluntness. They held their cigarette to their lips anxiously. "So I'm a project?" They asked, hoping their suspicions weren't true.

"Yeah," Liu mumbled, then bobbed his head to the side, "Well, kind of." He scowled, "He does care about you. But...it's out of guilt."

The memory of Jeff gouging their eyes out flashed through what Tee could only describe as their vision. It was the only thing they ever saw anymore.

"Elaborate."

Liu rolled his eyes, "He enabled Jeff. Thought he could fix him if he showed him enough forgiveness or--or," Liu waved his hand aimlessly, looking for the right word, "empathy," he practically spat the word over the ledge, "...then he'd have his old brother back." He glared out at the city again, steadying his breathing through the burn of smoke in his lungs. "And when the Operator changed his mind about killing you, that was the first time Liu'd actually seen the extent Jeff and Toby went to when they said they were 'playing with their food' and 'hunting'."

Tee crossed their legs, "I knew that part," They muttered.

"Then what are you confused about?" Liu's voice hardened. Tee threw their arms up, "I don't know...is that whole fatherly shtick he puts on real?"

Liu shrugged, "I don't fucking know. I read the journal. I haven't been able to actually talk to him since I shot the fuckers."

"So what was he thinking when that happened?"

"Guilt." Liu said flatly. Tee growled quietly and pondered over their cigarette for a moment before quietly asking, "What were you thinking?"

Liu raised his eyebrows and smiled, glancing at Tee with slight surprise. His laugh was low and downright sadistic. He shook his head slowly, reminiscing in the warmth of Jeff's blood splattering across his face, "I was so fucking happy."

Tee frowned, less shocked than they would have liked. "Kind of fucked up."

"Fucked up?" Liu scoffed, "You think it's fucked up I'd want him dead? Didn't you?"

Tee scowled, "Duh. But I was hoping there'd be a little more horror regarding what he was doing to me before you shot him."

"Oh," Liu laughed again, a bit louder, "I barely even saw what was happening; that was all Liu. The rage, the betrayal, the disgust. I'd been chomping at the bit to tear Jeff to shreds since the day I split off. All I knew was that Liu was ready."

Tee slouched in their seat. They opened their mouth indignantly to ask another question, but they'd asked this alter enough times that he already knew what it was.

"I'm not fucking killing you," Liu's anger turned towards Tee, "I get to go back to the manor once you're gone."

"Speed up the fucking process, then!" Tee raised their voice, frustrated. Liu sneered, "He's already close enough to breaking down entirely. Again. He's drinking again. Do you know how long we've been sober? I'm not risking putting him through any more shit."

"What, you think he's not going to run back into Jack's arms--"

"He'll do that in ten months when your dad gets out of prison," Liu spat, "Until then, you're stuck being a fucking house pet."

Tee held back tears and snarled. "Don't push me, either, Sully. You've seen what I can do."

"Yeah," Liu nodded quickly, his eyes wild, "I've seen it. And, you know what? Watching you fight through the pain of two broken wrists to break a chair over Toby's head? Fucking hot."

It didn't help much to know it wasn't really Liu they were talking to. Hearing those words spew from Liu's lips, the man who'd spent weeks working tirelessly to make them feel as safe as possible, made Tee's blood run frigid. They lowered their voice to an enraged whisper. "Are you fucking threatening me right now?"

"It’s completely empty," Liu smirked, "But I know it doesn't matter. You lock your room up like Fort fucking Knox every night. I could tell you that I'm an asexual eunuch with a vow of celibacy and it wouldn't change anything."

"Then why the fuck did you say that, asshole?" Tee tried and failed to hide the betrayal in their voice.

"Because I know it'll keep you from fucking with me." Liu said smugly, "Quit fucking asking me to kill you. I don't care how much pain you're in, physically or mentally or whatever. My job is to protect Liu, and Liu's decided it's his job to protect you. My loyalty to you is indirect at best."

Tee sat in silence. Their brow was furrowed but otherwise their face was blank. Their breathing slowed.

"I know," Tee said with a fatal calmness, "That we both grew up around violence." They stood up and slowly folded the metal chair, their cigarette still between their fingers "So I'm going to say this to you in a language you understand."

Liu didn't have a chance to react before Tee swung the metal chair at his head, slamming him against the brick wall with a sharp clang and a dull thud. "Fuck!" He fell to his knees and clutched his head, "God dammit!"

Tee's head didn't move. Liu knew they didn't need to look at him, but it was still unsettling to watch them march forward like a possessed porcelain doll before they slammed their bare heel down between his shoulder blades, forcing his head against the concrete floor. They bent their knees and pressed their cigarette against the back of Liu's neck.

Liu screamed again through gritted teeth as his flesh dissolved around the cherry. Tee twisted the cigarette until it was completely burnt out, leaving black ash behind in the small crater of dominance they'd carved out.

Tee stepped back and towered over Liu for a moment. "Have I made myself clear?"

Liu spit out a tooth and groaned, lifting himself from the ground with one hand and clutching his head in the other. "Crystal," He grunted.

Tee flicked the cigarette butt aimlessly onto the ground and turned around. "Don't mistake my death wish for weakness," They growled and walked inside, slamming the glass door shut behind them.

Liu wiped his mouth with his thumb, examining the blood from his split lip and temple as it pooled onto the ground beneath him. He scoffed, an impressed smile on his face, and looked up at where Tee had stood a moment before. He climbed dizzily to his feet and gingerly tapped at the burn, hissing in pain. "Holy shit," He muttered and stopped to catch his breath before lighting another cigarette.

[thenixkat]

Booster Gold 1986 issue 19 b/c I'm procrastinating trying on my fancy clothes to see if anything still fits for this event thing Booster keeps track of the stock market b/c that's where his money is and yeah that reserch lab he bought was not a good investment

or at least its costing him more money that its making

also Booster does really say woowzer a lot Booster using his future knowledge to try and make more money by buying from an artist b4 they become famous

but again I have to say that Booster's future knowledge is only useful so long as his and other time travelers' actions dont change the past too much and there's too much fucking shit that goes on for me to belive in teh stable time-loop thing the series wants me to belive in

wild that folks still get mad at Booster for not being able to get to events on time when they fucking know he's a superhero

like? yall know what he's fucking doing and why he might be running late

yeah see that's the thing, Booster using his future knowledge just on a petty whim to fuck someone over but you want me to believe that these incautious ass fuckers arent drastically changing the timeline from their interference?

but also financially fucking over a guy for standing up for yer shitty ex who has beef with you is uh…. an extreamly petty move like? yer probably not gonna see that guy often could have just told him off and walked off

but also financially fucking over a guy for standing up for yer shitty ex who has beef with you is uh…. an extreamly petty move like? yer probably not gonna see that guy often could have just told him off and walked off

Like its reasonable for Booster to want some wealth and luxury after growing up poor and then loosing everything. But when ya start getting the reputation of being called the Capitalist Crusader…. it means yer putting off a certain vibe

the Rainbow Raider, a Flash (and other) villain. Ya know I think I know exactly what supervillain this dude was based on cause there's a Captain Atom villain that's also rainbows and color emotions

Why did Booster stop wearing his supersuit under his clothes? If its about the battery, just turn the shit off when not in use. But like you are publicly out superhero and rich aaaah its a good idea to stay armed my guy huh, Booster Gold doesnt think its fair to beat the shit out of someone he knows is being mindcontrolled. Holy shit, that's better than the fucking Teen Titans when they had that crossover with Ted

local citizens blatently saw that the villain shoots beams that alter people's minds and that Booster got zapped but start fucking hounding and verbally tearing him a new one b/c he's feeling the effects of having his mind altered and the villain got away bc of it

including fucking Lois Lane who intends to fuck Booster over for a Pulitzer b/c this writer seriously has something against Superman and friends like hot damn

so Rainbow dude is color blind and hates teh artist b/c he taught the artist how to paint and stuff and teh artist got all teh recognition and awards that Rainbow dude felt he should have got b/c teh artist's art is extreamly simmilar to his but since teh artist can properly distinguish colors it looks better

which like… disabled villains being jealous of a nondiasbled person. but also… i feel like labeling his colors could have helped with his color choice issues? superhero comics be like we gotta make the villains disabled and be bullied as kids

also the artist did collaboritive projects with Rainbow dude knowing that Rainbow dude was the better artist but took all the credit

Rainbow dude's tech comes from his dad who died working on shades to help him see colors properly but the goggles have superpowers

local dead father was a bit late but def was an overacheiver damn Lois giving Booster so much bad press for no legitimate reason. She fucking saw that the villain zapped people and it fucked with their mental and that Booster got zapped. What a fucking asshole

Booster does have a point if he starts taking money specificlly for heroism … that kinda makes him something closer to a mercenary and also is morally iffy.

of Justice League mention. But also I notice how we havent actually seen Booster with the Justice League in his on og run yet unlike with Ted where his crossover shit very prominent due to having some amount of popularity being the Charlton groups most important bitch meanwhile Booster had Skeets recalibate his optic sensors to track down Rainbow dude cause he was goinhg after the fucker anyway for ya know assaulting people and theft

overcrowded and underfed future? So teh folks in Booster's time are both vegetarians and not eating enough in general? I didnt get that impression from other issues

liek i can get if the Carters were underfed given they were poor but not that society in general ok so in Booster's time there's places in the USA that are off-limits due to radioactive contamination and lots of wildlife is extinct

why… are we not actively trying to prevent the future that Booster comes from? Even if he, Skeets, and Michelle get retgoned… it'd be for the greater good

Skeets asks Booster why he's still a superhero after having accumulated quite a lot of money and fame. Which is a great question cause superheroics tends to lead to …unfortunate happenings. Booster says he's staying in the game b/c its fun.

Skeets is correct. It's fun for now but shit can change

also this is def foreshadowing given we know Michelle (fuck if I grok how to spell her name) is up to something and traveling on her own and she's Booster's only living family … I sense a fridging on the horizon again, damn, Rainbow dude's dad really said he was gonna make the most kickass vision correcting eyewear in the world

and if Booster's aquired blindness was something that actually lasted maybe i'd care

[coreene]

🎶🦉🔥

Thank you for the ask! I feel so loved getting so many asks this time - it rarely happens. Here are the questions

🎶 do you write with music? does the music you’re listening to influence your writing?

I've answered this one here but forgot to add the Mass Effect soundtrack to the list. It's also a really good one and helps me while writing in the background!

🦉 give yourself a piece of writing advice

I need to write more consistently and stop taking long breaks from it. Whenever I write a bunch for a few days I always take too long of breaks and it makes it very hard to come back to whatever I was working on.

And stop procrastinating.

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

Uhm.. hmm.. I guess the world building? Dnd is really fun and offers a lot of source materials for this but even when I write for other things, world building is always one of my favourite things to ponder about. Right now, specifically for Lorelei's story building her world is always so much fun for me.

Her father, her mother, her siblings - I purposefully gave her 3 older (century older) elf half siblings so I'd have the option to create stories using them. Her little brother popped up on his own and he's a nasty little fucker that's gonna cause them some problems.

She has a strained relationship with her mother and a distant one with her father but I didn't expect the relationship with her father to be so loving while being unsatisfying for her. He wasn't there but he loves her very much but because he wasn't there, she never got a chance to realize that from him. Just gets to hear it from 3rd party sources.

All in all, yeah, definitely. I enjoy the world building the most.

Great questions thank you so much!

[honorary-fool]

Nameless Bard Cosplay Breakdown

Why? Why not (I want to share my creation especially with seeing so many tiktok cosplays of them, but never any guides/posts about how people. did stuff for them /lh)

I..don't know how well screen-readers will handle such a long post. I hope it works out okay.

Note: final image does not have alt image text at the time of posting, but I intend to add it later on

add alt text to images (all minus final since that would be a picture from the morning of)

Cloak

This thing is LONG. I'm about 5'1/155 cm, and this thing goes down to my KNEES (& big hood too!)

The inside fabric is from old off-white/beige bedsheets, and the outside fabric was from joann's (link).

I used a pattern from Aliceincosplayland on Etsy (link) (note: you don't need to buy a pattern to make a cloak- I bought it because of the different options between the lengths & hood sizes) ; for mine, I used the knee-length pattern & the larger hood size.

The large covered hook & eye also from joann's (link).

POCKETS! There's 2 small pockets close to the edges, & a bigger one I added this year to fit things like my PDM, testing kit, battery pack, etc. The smaller pockets have wooden buttons & button holes, the bigger one has a snap w/ a wooden button hot-glued on top because I didn't wanna tinker with the button hole foot.

Windblume Flower

I forgot what I traced but I made patterns for the leaves and petals & used a tutorial to make the tassels with red embroidery thread.

It's made of felt, hot glue, and I hand-sewed some bits like the button in the middle. It's also removable & fastens via safety pin sewed into the back.

Shirt

I gotta be honest, I forgot to work on it and tried to finish it about a week before the con. It looked like it was going well, but little errors made it look not up to the standard I was holding myself to and I hated it. I didn't even add the finishing touches with the shirt's collar's closure, or the ruffles on the cuffs of the sleeves. Instead, I'm using the original shirt I got off amazon last year (link), which I'm glad I kept intact when trying t make the second version's pattern.

I wanted to make another variation that was closer to his canonical outfit and was not made out of that plasticky fabric material (not that it was uncomfy, I just thought it'd be better for a convention center with a lotta people). The arm holes were a bit too big, the neck hole was a bit snug, and I botched the collar almost entirely. Lesson learned, make mockups and do not procrastinate on your projects until the week before the event.

I have the picture of it in this post.

If it counts, last year I made a slight alteration to the original shirt in which I sewed part of the slit in the top so it didn't go as deep. That's about it, honestly.

Shorts

Honestly, these weren't too bad overall. I cut the triangle panels out of white fabric, used embroidery thread for the criss-cross bits, and hand-sewed said panels onto the shorts.

It's great 'cus it has pockets and it's adjustable with the drawstring on the inside.

Wig

This fucker (part 2)

I combined a wig off Amazon (link) with wefts from hair extensions (link; though it comes with two I used just under one weft for both briads) to get the general shape

I went into detail on how I redid it here (also where the pictures are) but to sum it up: washed out hairspray/gel from last year, trimmed & rebraided the longer strands, used hairspray to do the bangs & gel to fix the ends.

Belt

I had this old brown fabric from an old sewing class project that I used. I measured the length by putting the rest of the costume on and using a measuring tape, overlapping a little so there was room to add the snaps for a closure. I think I used the trim from an old bedsheet and put it on either of the longer ends, then painted it yellow to match the bard's. Semi-reliable snap closure sewn in later, then boom, belt!

Lyre Prop

I forgot what I traced to make this pattern too, but I made it out of felt, essentially a stuffed toy. The little bar bit at the top is a separate pattern piece, as I tried making it all into one and was unable to turn it inside out. I forgot what kind of cord/string I used for the lyre strings, I just remember using mod podge to stiffen it as a finishing touch.

I used it last year as a prop, but I ended up just carrying it around so it might be best to leave home unless you plan to take a lotta pictures.

Miscellaneous Parts

Corset Belt: bought off amazon (link) ; It's comfy for the most part. liked the idea of a faux corset as opposed to the vest

Boots: last year I used a different set of boots that I've had for years, this year I'm using slightly newer boots that I got off my brother since they're small on him. They're timberlands I think? A li'l bit of height, lace-up, slight heel, feels 3% more badass /j

Makeup: I... know very little about makeup. I highly doubt the bard used makeup back then (/j). With that in mind, I really just use black eyeshadow & an eyebrow brush to fill my brows in and that's it. I use an old eyeshadow palette, but I also have an eyeshadow stick from the dollar store that works if you wet it slightly (mostly because it's a year old and is dried out by now..probably).

Wisp Prop: Touched on in this post, I like to take along one of my wisp dolls- the second one I've ever made, specifically. Made with my own personal pattern, he's easy to tuck away into a smaller pocket with just his head sticking out. I'll never forget the excitement of the Bennett and Fischl cosplayers I ran into last year when I took the wisp out to show them. 100/10, easily my favorite prop. The only real change made to him is that he has glow in the dark paint on his eyes, which probably won't do much in a convention setting but I still think it's cool.

Sword Prop: Very unnecessary & impromptu, but also very fun. At last year's con there was a vendor selling foam game/anime weapons and I got a foam Freedom Sworn. At the time of writing this out, I'm unsure if I will be taking it with me this year or not, since I can't exactly store it under my cloak when I'm not holding it.

Final Reveal!

(like I said at the top, this image is the only one w/out alt image text; I'll add it later)

(face scribbled over for comfort reasons)

[borathae]

Chapter 7

are we about to see his art collection or his "art collection" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

sneaking around is fun keke no wonder she is all excited and giddy haha cutie pie

Stop laughing”, Taehyung warns quietly, looking over his shoulder. He carries fondness in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his lips. stop IM GONE IM SIMPING IM A PUDDLE

NO UR A MENACE FUCKER DECIDES TO TICKLE ME TO STOP MAKINGME LAUGH NOPE watch my ass fall down the stairs and wake the whole house up

“You’re beyond adorable."

I told my familiar to light the candles your WHAT????

Taehyung is thinking into the future. THATS I WHAT THOUGHT TOO YIPPEEE

other than the rest of the house - which reminds you more of a museum than a home - his wing looks like a home. Bear in mind it was still a very impressive - and royal - home, but it gave you a homely feeling with its burgundy red walls and hardworking radiators. ooh red walls, they feel cozy/warm and very royal vibes

He is already wearing fur slippers HOW DID HE DO THAT dudes faster than flash

Why ruin your home with the dirt of outside? FR 💯

HE TOOK OFF OUR SHOES AAAH and TOUCHED OUR ANKLES THEY BOTH ARE FOR THE COBBLESTONES

They are matching with his UWU, im imagining cat slippers its too funny

You have the prettiest of ankles, my sweetest me to hobi and kook

ALSO HOW MANY ANKLES DID U SEE MY MAN (ik he saw a lot considering he is ancient lol)

Tall windows let in the moonlight from the left, illuminating the paintings on his walls that sounds extra cozy, i want to put a fluffy blanket on my shoulders

“Doesn’t he? It’s the reason why I purchased it”, he says excitedly. 👀 u sure about that?? 👀 did he get kneller to paint it for him 👀👀you sure that this isn’t like your great great great grandfather BABY CONNECT THE DOTS

come now I want to show you something else. HE CHANGED THE SUBJECT

Oh no”, you chuckle, “he just likes to show off.” still cool cousin kudos to him

“Three years? Holy cow and I can’t even work on an essay for twenty minutes without feeling the need to procrastinate.” WOW TAEHYUNG DAMN THATS SICK also u didnt need to call me out like that i-

Delicate roses climb up a marble pillar thats amazing i love murals

"A very long time." edward cullen who

Shall I show you something else too?” he asks quietly. aww my cute lil pookie go ahead why so nervous, smooches the fuck out of nervousness😭

the description of him playing violin gave me goosebumps and its 33C here. why am i slightly teared up

THERES A SECRET DOOR OMG IM GONNA PLAY BARBIE AND THE SECRET DOOR THERE FUCK THIS IS SOO CUTE AAAH

Gosh you own so many cool things.” ik he is soo cool, he can totally murder me on the stairs

Do you have your secret stack of drugs up there?” you joke, dont what if he is a mafia boss???? also he is about to throw you off the top 😭 yeet

Okay yep, holy cow. This is better than drugs FR OCTAGON SHAPED ROOM ARE THE BEST, my uncle's living room is like that and its amazing to play "find the object with hints" type games

if I could marry one room it would be this one TAE MOVE SHE IS MINE WE ARE MEANT TO BE MARRIED wait tae dont move, we can be a throuple

people were right, namjoon copied love yourself album FROM SIR KIM TAE-ITH HYUNGWILL THE THIRD, love thyself

His skin is glowing silver again, like water when it reflects the moon at night or snow when the sunlight hits it just right. singularity performances *shudders

You are the only person who knows this room exists.” SAY WHAT *faints

Why did you paint the stars?” THAT TOO FOR 3 YEARS AND HE THOUGHT OF IT AS HELL, his therapist will need a therapist

NAUR THE ICE CREAM NO SHE JUST TOLD U NOT TO hes such a cute lil shit i cant

oh the trying to be invisible, i do that too, i keep doing that for half of an academic year, and all that time i just vibecheck everyone and the other half, i slowly come out of the shell (not much tho lol) that way i dont miss anyone or does anyone miss me and they cant hurt me too

this chapter was so cute, fluffy and cozy and they both speaking more about themselves aah its sooo good. and i loved his home/wing. the description of the place was just great i could feel the bed and the stars

byee 💜💜❤️❤️

This ask was a ghost ask on my computer 😶 like I saw that you sent me an ask in my notifs and I could open it on mobile, but it was non existant on my laptop HFHADHSF help

sneaking around is fun keke no wonder she is all excited and giddy haha cutie pie

no but they're so cute no joke 🥺

I told my familiar to light the candles your WHAT????

he's just a rich lil spoiled vampire

Taehyung is thinking into the future. THATS I WHAT THOUGHT TOO YIPPEEE

EHEHEH <3

other than the rest of the house - which reminds you more of a museum than a home - his wing looks like a home. Bear in mind it was still a very impressive - and royal - home, but it gave you a homely feeling with its burgundy red walls and hardworking radiators. ooh red walls, they feel cozy/warm and very royal vibes

I agree YES 🥺

HE TOOK OFF OUR SHOES AAAH and TOUCHED OUR ANKLES THEY BOTH ARE FOR THE COBBLESTONES

he is so fucking HOT

You have the prettiest of ankles, my sweetest me to hobi and kook

I'm obsessed with their ankles 😶 it's the Dom in me 😶

ALSO HOW MANY ANKLES DID U SEE MY MAN (ik he saw a lot considering he is ancient lol)

imagine all the ankles he had resting on his shoulders 😶

Delicate roses climb up a marble pillar thats amazing i love murals

NO BUT ME TOO 😭 I wanna paint a forest mural on my bedroom wall, but I'm too scared to mess up

Shall I show you something else too?” he asks quietly. aww my cute lil pookie go ahead why so nervous, smooches the fuck out of nervousness😭

he's just a lil pookie <3

Okay yep, holy cow. This is better than drugs FR OCTAGON SHAPED ROOM ARE THE BEST, my uncle's living room is like that and its amazing to play "find the object with hints" type games

ooh nice I love this vibe <3

Why did you paint the stars?” THAT TOO FOR 3 YEARS AND HE THOUGHT OF IT AS HELL, his therapist will need a therapist

he does not a Therapist I can tell you that much HAHAHHAAH

oh the trying to be invisible, i do that too, i keep doing that for half of an academic year, and all that time i just vibecheck everyone and the other half, i slowly come out of the shell (not much tho lol) that way i dont miss anyone or does anyone miss me and they cant hurt me too

That was me too when I was younger, but we're allowed to take up space on this earth. That's our right too, remember that my love 💜

this chapter was so cute, fluffy and cozy and they both speaking more about themselves aah its sooo good. and i loved his home/wing. the description of the place was just great i could feel the bed and the stars

I'm so happy that you loved it so much seriously heheh 💜💜

[charkyzombicorn]

Hi hello there. I got personally mental ill over Ocean God Jinbe and his war against drugs/ devil fruits. I was just barely holding myself back by the skin of my teeth due the sheer plethora of ask you already have. But I can do it no longer. My apologies . I've been living alone in my musings for too long.

Okay to start! This question has been rattling in my head!

When a devil fruit lands in the sea, what happens? (In one piece the ocean treats it like a regular old fruit but Jinbei is an active Force with thoughts) Does he Yeet that out of the water like "yo get that shit out of my turf" or they sink like rocks ( Guess what land fuckers you don't get to eat them. I took them out of circulation) . He hates these fruits so much. I can't see him being normal about them in their raw un eaten form.

(I know the second one probably won't happen canonically but him just having several grand devil fruit cave that he just Chucks them into. caves that have little pockets of air so he doesn't have to touch them ever again- is really funny and far too proactive .) ( It could be both. it'd be real funny if it was both. If he gets too sick and tired of yeeting/ floating a damn fruit around he will take them and put them on a Shelf still far too close to him but at least it's not running around.)

( It's probably the smartest thing he could do and to prevent it from happening to all the fruit maybe he'll just get yelled by brook???? or betrayers - fish mens that want profit and/or power - keep raiding the fruit cave - sells the fruits - putting them back into circulation.)

It could be a known element where there's Fishman guards AND )

Like I said. I'm getting far too into it. And there's more thate. Gods aren't supposed to be this involved. I know. It is probably going against something that you've already written down. I know. but I needed to get this out of my head.

Hello! I've been procrastinating on answering more asks but I love this I'm so sorry I can't answer things quickly typically

It depends on the fruit! Paramecia and Logia he stashes where he hopes they will never be found, but never close together because if a wandering D manages to find where he hid one they won't find multiple (D's are good at doing exactly what Jimbe doesn't want them to do, or most or all of the gods, it takes a while for Jimbe to understand why Luffy made this will to oppose the gods but he gets it eventually). The closest devilfruits to eachother Jimbe will risk are the 3-4 stuck in glaciers on an island made of ice, and those are the ones like the pet fruit that he's especially morally disgusted by, because he can sort of half-guard them in ice (ice is a mix between water and rock in this au so Brook also knows they're there). Zoans, however, have souls. Jimbe is deeply invested in souls having freedom, even ones made to live as objects or parasites, even ones he hates so distinctly. He takes Zoans to Chopper, since he is god of creatures, and trusts Chopper to care for the souls (even if that means giving the fruits to those Chopper deems worthy).

Also, every god makes up their own rules for interacting with the world, but the general consensus is not to rule over any part of it. None of the gods really Want to rule the world or any other world (except Maybe Teach but Teach wants to rule his void and clean it of anything and everything to exist so idk if that counts). The gods are guides and observers mostly, now that the world is made and it's cycles are mostly self-sufficient. If the gods really disagree they either avoid eachother or fight and fighting just hurts the world they love so most arent fans and will join in until the fight is all against one.

[puppbun]

Doing that Assumption this because I this it's fascinating and quite brave of you. I only went back like 9 days/ You post alot but so far I have gather this.

You may be shy or easily flustered. You enjoy waiting for your pleasure, especially if the wait makes it more intense or someone benefits from seeing you struggle. You may like overstim. You seem pretty submissive with a great need to please that some ppl may take for granted. You're people pleaser nature may make it difficult for you to say no. You may either be touch starved or have a love language of physical touch, words of affirmation though this may fight with you love of humiliation and degradation kinks, and quality time. You may be selective with who you welcome into your personal space but enjoy that person was they are there even if you aren't able to verbalize it often. You like puns, prop comedy, and situational funnies ( Idk how to explain this). Physical indicators,smell body temp, etc of attraction are enjoyed by you and I believe are meant to point to not being on a hormonal contraceptive ( though that may be a bit too invasive. and typing it now does feel low key creepy). You probably prefer moderate temps with light breezes and mild frost for which you can wear sweaters but don't have to deal with intense cold. You're open to BDSM and kink positive, even with those that may not resonate with you. You enjoy when ppl are open honest with there kinks if they are comfortable with that. You enjoy ownership and may prefer a caretaker/little or pet dynamic. You may like sense deprivation and may enjoy giving complete control over to your partner, trusting that they will know your limits. You may prefer t4t relationships. You don't mind getting hurt for loved ones. You enjoy liberal affection and would prefer blurred lines between lovers and friends. You may enjoy politics but not for debate but for the way it may explain universal human experiences as you care greatly about social welfare(as if how well humans are doing). You are climate conscious and may enjoy green spaces[not sure what I meant here. maybe you like plants or hiking. idk]. You are an artist. You're a furry and may have interesting views on humanity and what makes someone human. [I best explained this to myself as if you were playing Detroit Becoming Human you would be on the side of the androids. If you've read Sophie's World you probably would have cried at the end when Sophie asks you not to close the book so she can live]. With this vein of thought you would be open to a non human relationship if that person was able to pass the are they a human test. You are a monster fucker/fuckee. You may have struggled with depression, anxiety, and imposter syndrome. Including things like burn out, executive dysfunction, or procrastination. You like music, art and anime. You may even like to sing or at least have a really great appreciation for music, song writing or catchy tunes. You support piracy and recreational drug use whether for you or others if they choose so. You're against censorship. You like pink and fluffy things and white furniture because you want to color/design it. You may learn towards erotic text over images, but you most likely do consume hentai and it's derivatives. You may enjoy exhibition. You really like art and may even enjoy playing games. You may believe in spirituality but not religion as you may come from a highly religious area or family. Overall reads shy at first until comfortable. Very kind as in afraid to impose on others because you may not feel like you are allowed to do that. A good, caring friend that enjoys little knick knacks and understand how ppl view things.

Hope you enjoy my random assumptions about you. I thought this was fun and played detective as if you were a book character. Hope you don't mind or feel offended. I will say though at some point it seemed like I was just making up shit but like I guess that's what assumptions are.

Peace out and have an amazing day.

wahhh- okay so this is a lot-

honestly ive had to reread it a few times becuase i thought I was making stuff up as i was reading it but you are reallyREALLY accurate??? >/////<

Thank you again for the ask! <3

[fromgee]

Another night of procrastinating sleep, another night of remembering I have tumblr. I do actually want to try and remember this exists more and post here.

This is a redraw of a drawing from 2022, that was a redraw of a drawing from 2020. I wanted to try something where I redraw old drawings but with new characters I have ideas for. Where I can find old drawings that they might fit sorta or that can inspire new stuff. I started college a few weeks ago so I don’t have a lot of creative time so when I wanna draw, redraws are easiest lol.

Here are 2022 and 2020. What two years does to a mother fucker! I’m actually quite proud of the list recent, I think i definitely have a long way to go but my current improvement is nice :)

[feysandfeels]

WHO IS READY TO VIBE?!?!?!?

I say as if I hadn't knocked me self last night with all that I cried with that Connor scene.

We vibe fam we vibe

200. I thank the heavens sjm through me some Santhia gossip to distract me from my Holstrom feels. So, Santhia, bestie… about your ex? Hard relate on loosing someone as your Ordeal. HARD RELATE.

201. Normally I procrastinate like hell the last 150-100 pages of a sjm book because I know it will hurt like hell… but I don’t think nothing will compare to the wave of emotions I felt around seeing Connor (♥️). So like I vibe in tranquility for these last pages.

202. Bryce’s “well, friends, ready to change the world?” Is once again well timed. You know maybe one could do a map of Bryce’s trajectory and growth by seeing how well her comments (funny or sassy or callous or “creating levity”) land.

203. Hunt, I’ve got you sweetheart. LIGHT IT UP🥹🫶🏼♥️🫶🏼✨✨😘🫶🏼🥹✨♥️🔪✨🔪✨

204. Anytime an sjm character does a “my names is so and so and I am so so,” I always finish it with a “and I am not afraid.”

205. Perry has had like five scenes in all the books, and all of them have been stellar! What a gal! Like no notes! 10/10! I need more pleasd.

206. Tharion and Santhia… thoughts are being had, points have been made, conversations are on the table. I am intrigued.

207. Ruhn truly truly is a “Ladie’s choice” man and LORD HELLO IT IS ME AGAIN!

208. Man, Dec needs go be awarded la medalla de boyaca (one of tje biggest honours in my country) because like that dude carries their plans. Like truly nothing would be possible without him. What a man. What a mind. Give him the keys to the city or smth.

209. Maaaaaaaaaaaan Perry and Ithan maaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

210. “Which one [plan] you have like seven” JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA RUHN YOU ARE SO VALID FOR THAT JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ.

211. Really they are storming these beings of earth with arms, delusion and vibes… go off besties. Do your worst.

212. Nada besties, third time is the charm, THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM WE GOT THIS 👏🏼👏🏼 WOO LETS GO TEAM 👏🏼👏🏼 LETS GOOLO 👏🏼👏🏼 THROUGH LOVE ALL IS POSSIBLE, BITCHES 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 WOOO! Vamos equipo!

213. He might be a character to you, I know him (Hunt) personally.

214. Okay team so… um Rigulus or however he is named knew of the plan… so like slight setback… but the vibes remain and as long as we have the vibes we ball fam.

215. Omg did Ruh just shoot Lidia?! I - okay well fam, we might be loosing the vibes… but the delulu and the arms remain!

216. Gotta give it to them, the souls of the undead are hella obedient. It’s just like nice… at least they have that.

217. Okay no so… Rigulus played into their plan and he didn’t actually know know what they were up to. This one is on me, team, I doubted when I shouldnt. We still ball, fam. Except Lidia… who has been shot.

218. Not Pollux saying his soul is intertwined with Lidia’s. Pollux you idiot, I love this energy (i don’t) but I’m going to have to bring you down a peg, there’s no way you’re getting tickets to that show.

219. Rigulus is the vane of my existence… like that lanky dude is everywhere!!!!!

220. NO OMG THEY SHOT THARION! THE VIBES HAVE BEEN LOST I REPEAT WE HAVE NOW LOST THE VIBES AND THE DELUSION I DARE SAY!

221. Not Ruhn going “I’ll trade myself for them” SIR MOVE OUT OF THE WAY I AM BEGGING! OUT OUT!

222. Okay but now we have a very sexy “She’s my mate, you fucker.” And I - I am giggling and kicking my feet [actively ignoring the rest of the context]

223.RUUUUUHN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN “I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU IN THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL AND IT’S MY SOUL THAT WILL FIND YOU AGAIN IN THE NEXT LIFE”?! SIIIIIIR HOW AM I TO BE NORMAL AFTER THIS?!

224. Lidia has flames!!! You know who also had flameeeeeees!!!!!!!!! AYYYYYYYYYY JUEPUUTAAAAAAAAAAAAA SE PRENDIO ESTA MIERDA! A FIRE BREATHING BITCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

225. But my question is why didn’t she do that before???? like after taking the magic potion.

226. Also I will not question it further because the idea of Danika and Lidia knowing each other and vibing is something I like very much… but like huh.. convenient.. funny that it only shows up now

227. Lidia, bestie, nooo, what do you mean you were glad when Danika died? Girl jajajaja no wtf hajaja

228. It was time for Lidia to clean house. IT’S MOTHERING TIME. CUNTQUAKE INCOMING.

229. lidia going all into her power is giving me the thirteen flashbacks and I. Do. Not. Like. It. Make it stop. Now.

230. “i’m okay,” said the man with a literal hole in his chest. Tharion… bffr I AM BEGGING MY MAN!

232. No but Ruhn taking care of two teenagers with a bleeding Tharion while trying to like fight? TOP TIER ENTERTAINMENT ME THINKS.

233. Hunt kissing Bryce to give her strength is giving Willabeth kissing in the middle of the battle. He is so valid for that.

234. I love love love that it is what Randall taught her what ultimately saves Bryce or like makes her win.

235. Honestly yeah I am also calling bluff with the asteri making the core of the firstlight destroy the world.

236. I love the cinematography of this.

237. Even as she is falling through space, Bryce, had the clarity of mind to call Rigulus scrwany. I salute you queen 🫡

238. Aidas is such a cunt like? Then go die with her? Bitch where is your empathy! Jajajaj go choke!

239. Shahar??? What the fuck??? See! Her and Connor prove that you can have good relationship with your exs! And that your exs can be genuinely supportive of your new relationship!

240. NOT FLYNN STARTING TO PRAY OVER BRYCE’S BODY JAJAJAJA SIR I AM BEGGING READ THE ROOM NOT NOW!

241. Hunt and Feyre need to make a support group.

242. How the fuck did Hypaxia get here?

243. NOOOOO JESIBA?! OH MY FUCKING GOD! “Do you know how hard it is to find a competent assistant?” JESIBA YOU WILL ALWAYS SERVE CUNT! I will remember you so!

244. “You’ve got one of the worst self-sacrificing streaks I’ve ever encountered. I had a feeling intervention might be needed here today” 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

245. Babygirls now and forever serve cunt in honor of Jesiba Roga

246. OMG THEY ARE ALL THERE AND THEY ARE ALL WAITING FOR HER THEY ARE ALL THERE AND THEY ARE ALL WAITING FOR HER! THEY ARE ALL THERE AND THEY ARE WAITING FOR HER! My pack of devils reunited, and when the time comes… all my gang new and old will be together! I - besties I am afraid I will forever be on Sarah’s corner after this. She gave me this and she has my loyalty forever.

247. Bryce is so real for texting Hunt what she did while he was with Isiah “contemplating the future.”

248. 10/10 to Bryce for giving The Starsword to Nesta… that along with Ithan breaking Danika’s sword?! Chef’s kiss!

249. This is what I want on my new business cars: Bryce Quinlan: Better than Expected lmaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooo! See? The better the character the more her jokes land!

250. Yes ithan! A pack of all houses! 🥹🥹🥹 and me (breaks the time and space thingy to finally join her characters… and she was never heard of again)

251. Through love all was possible.

THEY TOOK OUT RUHN’S LIP PIERCING?! THEY! TOOK! OUT! RUHN’S! LIP! PIERCING!!

SOMEONE HOLD ME. SOMEONE HOLD ME RIGHT NOW. I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THE RULES OF TIME AND SPACE AN REALITY AND MAKE THEM PAY

MAKE THEM PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

[scorpiosanssexy]

Pick a Card Reading: Who is your Soulmate

If you are a hopeless romantic like myself and you wanna know some traits, what your relationship will be like and even a possible meeting place you are in like with this pick a card reading.

Below are pictures of some Haikyuu Team banners, look at each one and decide which one you feel most drawn too (it could be the messages or just the colours) once you have decided scroll down and read your reading.

The banners are in order from 1 to 5 (left to right). I would suggest only picking 1 or 2 banners in order to get an accurate reading . The waltzes are taken from waltzing in a ballroom by Lia Wang on Spotify.

I hope this resonates and have a wonderful day

Carla

 Itachiyama (Pile 1) 

Personality- what type of person is your soulmate 

8 of Cups- your soulmate is always on the go, their life is anything but stagnate and they constantly always on the lookout for a new adventure (which they will happily let you join them). BIG TRAVELLERS, they wanna see the world with you, take some cute couple selfies all that jazz. Cups represent the element of water so I think this person can be quite deep and introspective and is constantly trying to become the best versions of themselves.  Will 100% go backpacking with you 

The Lovers- this person definitely has an equal split between divine masculine energy and divine feminine energy, being good at logic and emotions. I also got the impression that this person is extremely romantic, like a scene that popped into my head is in the Addams Family where Gomez and Morticia declare their love for another and he (Gomez) kisses her arm, that’s the kind of person they are. The lover’s card shows up in readings when you are asked to be your authentic true self so I feel they are naturally themselves, no persona. Also, they have 100% cried whilst watching the notebook and if they haven’t seen it they will in the future. 

Ace of Pentacles- very opportunistic, if they see something they just go for it (including you wink). I feel like they have been very lucky in regards to wealth in their life, either they were born into a rich family or are just very strategic with their money. They may swap careers often in their life or just love the idea of a challenge however what I can confidently say is they are pretty damm cunning and resourceful, leave the money-making to them because they have a natural knack for manifesting wealth and abundance into the physical world. Some people may describe this person as lucky however that is not the case they just know which opportunities to capitalise on. Work smarter not harder energy, just very savvy 

Astrology Notes - Gemini in their big 3 (Sun, moon or rising) with some water and earth influences 

Relationship- what is your relationship like with them? 

The Devil-  I promise you they are not the devil however they might as well be because of how much they will spoil you. In tarot, the devil is represented by Capricorn (aka the sugar daddy of the zodiac) so of course they have to indulge in their baby girl/boy. I feel like they low key become obsessed with you not in a creepy way but whenever you are not with them they always find themselves thinking of you or dropping your name subtly into conversations. They want to provide for you, make you comfortable, in their ideal world they do not want to make you lift a finger. Also think you are the most attractive thing to walk on this planet like they get flustered at the thought of you, low key a very big simp. Incredibly passionate in and out the bedroom, I feel like in the beginning stages of your relationship they will try and suppress their desire because they are worried they will scare you off. 

If you wanna find out more I suggest reading up on Capricorn Venus because I highly suspect that they might have it in their chart. 

How you meet- pretty self-explanatory 

Page of Swords- out of all the piles I found this pile to be the vaguest in regards to this question. The energy from this card is new ideas, collaborative work and just general communication. You may meet one another simply through a friend of a friend or maybe you are working on some sort of project together. I decided to have a look at the bottom deck to see if I could find any clarifies and drew the Hanged Man, this could maybe be a passion project (not one for work) in which you meet one another whilst embarking on it. The Hanged Man indicates rest so a time in your life where you are taking a break from the world around you, just having fun and socialising with friends. You will meet when you are feeling care free and feel like you no obligations- a spontaneous outing. 

Advice 

: Blue Moon - “Believe in the Impossible”

You never know what can happen, the universe may be giving you a rare opportunity in regards to your soulmate 

Make sure you believe in it, believe that you are deserving of love 

Miss the chance and it might not come back soon 

What happens may happen once 

Believe in your dreams 

The person you are inquiring about is a rare find 

Affirmation: I am lucky 

Your Waltz: Mystery of Love by Hanah Stater 

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Aoba Josei (Pile 2) 

Personality- what kind of person is your soulmate 

The Lovers- this card has come up in ⅗ piles which suggest that many people seeing this reading are destined to have very passionate soulmates. I have always the lovers card to be grandiose and romantic so I feel like this is a primary characteristic to sweep you off your feet. This card is ruled by Gemini so your soulmate is gonna be one smooth mother fucker, mr steal yo girl energy. The lovers is a combination of both divine masculine and divine feminine energy so your soulmate is both very good at being logical whilst tapping into their emotional intelligence. They are naturally themselves and are proud of who they are 

10 of Cups- this card aka the happy ending card, I think your soulmate has an idealistic stand point on the world , the image that came to mind was Sugawara from Haikyuu shouting Negativity begone. I think this person radiates calm energy, I just imagine them to have a very soothing voice. This is the kind of person you could confidently bring home to meet your parents (in which they would automatically love them). Also I feel like family is very important to them, mummy’s boy or daddy’s girl vibe, I can imagine they are also extremely good with kids too and maybe have some career which involves this. Very protective of their loved ones honestly as I am writing this i am literally gushing, this person is the sweetest bean alive. 

3 of Pentacles - all I could think about when I drew this card was how incredibly hard-working your soulmate is. Pentacles is all about the physical world so your soulmate definitely has one hobby they are super passionate about (sports or something creative) which they love to spend time on. This card is an indication of teamwork so your soulmate is a huge team player, making sure that everyone is alright before checking themselves, they naturally bring people together and perhaps others view them as a leader. Also not a procrastinator by any means, they love the feeling of completely goals and ticking off their to-do lists in which they encourage friends and lovers to do the same. 

Astrology bits: Gemini in their big 3 (Sun, Moon or Rising) with some cancer and earth influences 

Relationship- what is your relationship like with them? 

Judgement- I promise you that it does not mean they are going to judge you actually I do believe this is the exact opposite. The judgement is a very heavy card in the sense that it represents spiritual awakening and revolution, your soulmate 100% believes you were the missing piece in their life. You have changed their life for the better. I feel that this soul connection is based more on deep emotional understanding rather than physical attraction. Your romance is that 50k word slow burn fic with the friends to lovers, mutual pining and comfort tags. I know that you cannot see it but on this card you see two people looking up towards this beautiful angel and I am can confirm that this angel is you. Your soulmate views as the person that set them free as you offered them new life perspectives. Perhaps your soulmate uses the pet name “angel”. If I could describe this relationship in one word it would be Ethereal. 

This person may have a Scorpio venus or venus-pluto aspects in their chart. 

How do you meet? 

10 of Wands- The image that I first thought of when drawing this card was like cramming for a final week or something and you both meet one another at a library or something however this might not be for all of you. I can tell you however you will be meeting them under a time of great stress, perhaps you accidentally volunteered to do more overtime or you have a presentation due very soon, you are most likely going to be in a state of fatigue (and be very flustered)  when you first meet. Just from their nature, I imagine they will help you carry the wands or in this case the ever drowning work. 10 is the number of completion so you may meet them in a point in your life where you have nearly completed a goal (them being that final push to do it) or it could represent month number 10 like October. 

Advice

Waxing Moon - “the energy is gaining momentum” 

The Situation is full of potential- your soulmate may be near 

You may need to take more action on your part 

Keep moving forwards 

Universe has given the green light so just go for it 

Your dreams can come true 

Affirmation: I know I’ve headed in the right direction 

Your Waltz: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy 

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Inarizaki (Pile 3)

Personality- what kind of person is your soulmate

6 of Cups- this card in tarot represents nostalgia and familiarity, I feel your soulmate definitely likes their home comforts, perhaps preferring to have quieter dates rather than over the top ones. For some reason I just imagine them being a hoarder of some kind, like any little trinket you get them they will keep it or they might be into scrapbooking. They love to keep their memories close. Again I feel like they are really into history and would love to take you to a museum or perhaps a historical castle, they give me dark academia vibes. I feel like your soulmate had to perhaps grow up too quickly and perhaps through this connection they hope to find their inner child again (which I believe you will definitely bring out in them) 

Queen of Pentacles- not be a simp or anything but your soulmate is one of the most caring and nurturing people ever. A scene that plays in my head is that after a really long day you come home from work or whatever and they are just there cooking you your favourite meals and being like “welcome home sweetheart”. Whilst the Queen is a caring figure we do have to remind ourselves of the Pentacle energy. Your soulmate does prefer the finer things in life, taking you to bougie restaurants or having a mini spa day together. They do like to live a luxurious life and believe you should too, never settle for anything less. Your soulmate is definitely a tidy person and knows how to keep their life nice and orderly and finds joy in organisation, also probably quite a private person. Even though the Queen court card represents feminie divine energy I feel like your soulmate has an even split of both masculine or feminine energy they are good at both logic and emotion. 

Page of Cups- this is one of my favourite cards in the deck, the page of cups represents someone who perhaps sometimes has their head in the clouds and can be a little bit innocent. Your soulmate is naturally very creative and takes inspiration wherever they go, for some reason I pictured them being into to photography but that might not be the case for all of you. Also I believe they may refer to you as their muse, you know the anime duos where there is the light and the shadow, the shadow helping the light shine and getting inspiration for them to keep going (think Akaashi from Haikyuu or Kuroko from Kuroko no Basket), I feel like your soulmate is your shadow helping you cast you light into the world. I feel your soulmate does have a hard time to express their emotions so doing so using a creative medium really helps them. The type to make handmaid gifts for their friends on their birthday. 

Astrology Notes: Taurus in their big 3 (Sun, moon or rising) with some water influence 

Relationship- what is your relationship like with them? 

The Chariot- this is not the most romantic card in the pack however there is one thing I can tell you about your connection your soulmate is devoted, they are the CEO of long term commitment like your relationship gives me the same energy as Carl and Elle from Up, just very pure and filled with love and support. The Chariot represents self-control and focus and a funny scene that popped into my head was your soulmate being kind of prudish at first when it comes to the more physical aspects of your relationship, they get easily embarrassed however I feel like their love language is acts of service. You will 100% be their focus in their life, they do love to spoil you rotten with attention and want to be your protector. They may be a little bossy but they just want to see you thrive, like they may leave little notes to remind you how much you love them. The kind of people to make an itinerary for a date because organising things for you is their love language. Overall, a very sweet relationship based on kinds acts of service, the married couple before being married. 

Your soulmate might have a Cancer Venus or Venus-moon aspects so if you want some further detail you can read up on those 

Where you will meet- pretty self explanatory 

The Hanged Man- Because this is a major arcana card I feel you meeting your soulmate will be quite a significant event in your life. The Hanged Man represents a time for letting go and a time of delay, perhaps you will be meeting your soulmate during a time where you are letting go of the past, this could be getting over an Ex, letting go of negative thoughts or even changing careers. I also got the image of you both meeting when you are volunteering, doing something for the community as this card is ruled by the planet of Neptune. Maybe be relaxing and doing something creative could be potentially when you meet them, ie: dancing, singing. I do know that it is during a time when you are moving on from something or your life has entered a limbo stage, nothing exciting happening. I wanted to see if I could find any clarifiers to this because I thought it was too vague and the bottom deck was the Devil Card, perhaps when you start to let go of limiting beliefs about yourself your soulmate may finally appear or perhaps getting over an addiction of some kind. The devil is ruled by capricorn so perhaps a creative project more for work may be potentially another place. 

Advice

: New Moon in Leo - “Confidence is the Key to Success” 

This is your time to shine so show off your talents

Be proud of yourself, you have come so far 

Spoil and pamper yourself because you have earnt it (just like how your soulmate does) 

It’s your turn in the spotlight do not shy away from it because you deserve the success and recognition 

Make sure you work on your self esteem first before seeking romance 

Make time for fun 

Affirmation- “ I am compassionate towards myself as well as others

Your Waltz: Once upon a December by Emilie Pandolfi 

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Dateko (Pile 4) 

Personality- what is kind of person is your soulmate 

The Lovers: this card has come out in ⅗ piles today so you may have been drawn to more than one school banner. With the lovers card I can definitely imagine your soulmate to be passionate and romantic and wants to recreate all those cute couple things you see in the movies. They have a flair for the dramatics and can be naturally creative people. They are smooth operators when it comes to flirting so you might have a couple of pickup lines thrown your way (which by the way are actually good) this is because the lovers card is ruled by the zodiac sign of gemini in which are renowned to have silver tongues, teasing might be there love language. For some reason whilst writing this interpretation all I could think about was the character Tamaki Suoh from Ouran High School Host Club so perhaps your soulmate kins him. 

4 of Pentacles: whilst the other 2 piles containing the lovers card are very authentic I feel like this person sometimes uses their flirty persona as a mask, to protect themselves. Your soulmates are very possessive. I can imagine they have only a select few people who they are really close with and hold them near and dear to their heart. However a good thing about the 4 of pentacles is that this is the card that indicates it’s time to save money so as you can probably guess your soulmate is very good at saving money they may even be a money saving expert (martin lewis is that you). You can bet they know where to get the cheapest things from so if you ever need to go bargain hunting they are your person. I can imagine them being really good at DIY as it is a way to save money. I feel like in the past they may have had low self esteem, you may have also been drawn to Shiratorizawa pile because 4 of pentacles feature in this one too. Probably a tsundere 

9 of Pentacles: Your soulmates tagline is confident, independent and self-sufficient. I believe they were 100% the gifted child at school and are naturally very intelligent, and may have a tendency to brag about this too. I feel like this person can maybe be a little high maintenance and perhaps they are perfectionists also. With the number 9 it means not quite completion (seeing as number 10 represents completion), this means your soulmate is always striving to achieve more. Looking at the three personality cards as a whole I think that missing thing in their life is an emotional connection, they are extremely talented in whatever field they work in however they do find it difficult to make friends because they may be slightly above average in lots of areas of life (High IQ or plays a high level of sports). Whilst they may be show offs when in a relationship with you my goodness do they love to brag about all your amazing qualities. Words of affirmation may be their love language

Astrology Notes: Gemini in their big 3 (sun, moon or rising) with some earth influence 

Relationship- what is your relationship like with them

The Hierophant- this card may represent the strict teacher figure however for you, you will get to see their much soft side. They honestly want you to have all the success in the world and will be your number one cheerleader. With none of the other piles I never really specified ages and such but for this one I get a clear picture that this person may be a bit older than you, they have more life experiences than yourself. The Hierophant represents tradition so of course your soulmate will court you in the proper manner making sure to always respect your boundaries, a true lady/gentlemen. At the beginning stages of your relationship I feel like your soulmate used to excuse of “study dates” to be able to have a proper chance of getting to know you (as we already have established they can be a bit of tsundere). Your relationship is incredible strong and steady, others may describe it slightly mundane however it is the simple things which make this connection really work (every saturday day nights, cuddling whilst watching netflix and honestly the amount of flowers they buy makes your home look like a garden centre). They want to show you the world and want to be relied upon as it boasts their confidence when they can help you with a task. 

I suspect that they might have a Taurus Venus 

How you meet

The Emperor- This card being here for me makes a lot of sense just by looking at your soulmates personality (over achiever and incredibly witty). It is also a major arcana card so this meeting will have a great impact on your life or it will be a vivid memory. The emperor represents organisation, structure and achieving your goals. I can definitely see the pair of you meeting in a work setting in which you may both have to do collaborative work. You may meet your soulmate in a time in your life where you are trying to organise it and come up with a long term plan, maybe at a point where you have to pick your college major or perhaps a lots of job offers have just come in. They may even give you advice. If you are planning on going to grad school then maybe you may meet them there. What I can tell you is that your meeting will not be a relaxing one as the Emperor is a bit of a workaholic so after your first meeting it may be weeks before you both have a proper time to wind down and relax. I also got the image that perhaps you see them as the emperor figure when you first meet them, like they could be your boss or a co worker who is top of the class sort of thing. 

Advice 

: New Moon in Virgo- “A time to give rather than take” 

Gradual Improvements are coming in regards to your soulmate 

Be of service to others and abundance will follow 

Your soulmate is very reliable so try not stress too much 

Make sure to stay organised, eat and drink plenty and have a proper sleep schedule 

Pay attention to detail

Affirmation: “I am capable, hard-working and ready to complete my goals” 

Your Waltz: The Great Fairy Fountain by the Video Game Music Box

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Shiratorizawa (Pile 5) 

Personality- what kind of person is your soulmate

King of Pentacles- Ambitious, protective and calculated, these are all words to describe the King of Pentacles and in turn your soulmate. Your soulmate is somebody who is extremely driven and has lots of success in their life however this didn’t come from blind luck. They are a very responsible figure and are definitely involved in some leadership role most likely to do with their career. The king is a generous provider so I’d imagine your soulmate has an abundance in wealth, sugar daddy/mummy vibes, gift giving may be their love language because I do feel like they have a serious and aloof disposition. Do not be alarmed by this, they are very caring people however they do an “image” to maintain but if you are close with them you may see them in a more real light. Whilst I was typing this description all I could think about was Kyoya Ootori from Ouran High School Host club so perhaps your soulmate kins him in some shape of form. 

5 of Cups- This isn’t exactly the happiest card in the deck but one that means disappointment and having trouble letting go. I feel like your soulmate in the past has been disappointed by people, perhaps they have left them or betrayed their trust, looking at both of these cards I feel like it might have been because they found it hard in their childhood to form emotional connections. This is not to say they cannot do this I believe it just takes time with this person, however you know what they say- slow burns are the best. A message popped into my head when thinking about this aspect of them, I believe they have a hidden creative talent in which they learn to express their emotions through that, the piano was a striking image but it could be art or any other form too. I feel likethey are perfectionists but only because they believe you only deserve the best from them, very touch starved like please give them a cuddle it will make them melt. I feel like over time and as they have grown up they have a realistic kind of approach to the world. Whilst writing this I felt incredible sad for this person, my heart goes out to them

 4 of Pentacles- aka the tsundere card, this card makes sense in this in the personality part. This person is incredible protective and loyal to their loved ones as I believe it is hard to get to know them at first but once you do you have one very loyal “bodyguard”. These people are very money savvy and for some reason I can picture them having a career in finance or economics. Can perhaps be a bit frugal with themselves and don’t like to treat themselves often but love to pamper others. This person likes to be in control in all aspects of life and has a very commanding aura about them (which I think is incredibly hot), I believe it brings them a sense of comfort. Lastly whilst they may find it hard at first to be more open more emotionally they are the most helpful souls on the planet when it comes to career, education or even just general organisation, I believe it gives them great joy to help others out in this area as not only does it boast their self-esteem but they love seeing the smiles on other peoples faces. 

Astrology Notes: Capricorn in their big 3 (Sun, moon or rising) and may lack water placements in their chart

Relationship- what is your relationship like? 

They may have Aquarius Venus or Venus-uranus aspects so check those out for more info 

The Fool- the minute I drew this card I literally squealed and had to take laps because this card compared to the personality spread were just so opposite. To but it briefly you make them act like a bit of a fool (not in a bad way), like they are very blushy towards you and at the beginning stages they would get so flustered if you held their hand it is simply adorable. Looking into this card, the fool represents new beginnings, adventure and idealism. You bring new hope into their life, you know those soulmate AUs where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate and the world turns to colour. I feel like emotionally that is what happened to them forming a union with you. You bring the fun and zest into their life, offering them a chance to relax instead of doing work all the time which they are forever grateful for, you definitely make them feel young again. Not to be sappy but I do believe you have turned their life around, the fool represents new beginnings so your connection will be a massive turning point in this person’s life. Of course, the fool represents fun too so this relationship will be filled with adventures and lots of funny memories, I feel like the pair of your friendship groups will get on really well and that you too will love to tease one another or even give the other a playful kiss. I just sense an incredibly low maintenance light hearted energy and I believe that is a great way to sum up this connection. You free them. 

How will you meet

The Tower- looking at this card with the fool card they both make a lot of sense seeing as once rules Aquarius and the other rules Uranus. Whilst the Tower does represent chaos I believe it doesn’t mean bad chaos in regards to your meeting. The tower is very random bringing in live events which change your life, I believe you will meet your soulmate in the place you least expect it the most, like the most random location you could possible think of, a couple that came to my head was the Supermarket, in a Bank or at bagage reclaims (these were just some random locations that pooped into my head when writing this). However this card can also be an indicator of you meeting this soulmate at a time in your life where you are having a massive change, like you could move abroad to a random country, start a completely new career or just when you do something that is a little crazy. Perhaps you are going through something that is chaotic and your soulmate helps you sort it out. With the tower card the possibilities are endless but what I can tell you is that you will very shocked (in a good way) and it will be a meeting you will never forget

Advice

: Mutable Moon - “Nothing is set in stone” 

Staying adaptable is the key to success 

Make sure you have not become too distracted in your day to day life, stay focused 

Stay with it ( don’t lose hope) 

Don’t let others lead you estray, your intuition is high listen to that gut feeling 

The situation is far from being finalized you have the power 

Affirmation: “ I know the best will unfold for me” 

Your Waltz: Merry-go-Round of life by Nuvo Orchestra 

[moonlit-jeno]

Anonymous said: Hyuck with 10, 25, and 6 pls and thanks

explicit sexual content, fem reader

“Hey, Hyuck? I'm not trying to put you on the spot, but I'd really like to know why you have an entire album dedicated to hentai porn."

Your best friend shrugs, taking the time to down the contents of his redbull before tossing the can at the trash bin. It hits the wall before falling to the floor with a sad clink, laughably far away from his target. “What do you mean why? You have nasty shit downloaded too, don’t you?“

“Not this.” You also don’t have anything saved. The virus you’d gotten from downloading Twilight off of a sketchy website when you were 10 scared you away from willingly saving anything from the internet.

Hyuck shrugs like you’re missing out on something. “How’d you find that anyways? Thought you were borrowing my computer to write your essay.“ “I was. I thought the folder titled “academic resources” might have, y’know. Academic resources.”

“What’d you want me to call it? My hentai folder?” Hyuck uses the tone he reserves for arguing with Renjun and it makes it ten times harder to hide your laugh. “I couldn’t name it anything risky. Mark would find it.” He cackles as if exposing his best friend is the funniest thing on the planet. It kind of is. “The fuckers too horny and paranoid for his own good. Refuses to look it up himself.” You raise your eyebrows and turn back to the computer, clicking through some of the thumbnails before closing the album with a wrinkled nose. “You prefer this shit to actual women?”

“Well, I mean. I don’t have an actual woman here.” You make an offended noise and he reconsiders. “Oh, I guess you count. You wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no, but your dedication to procrastinating your essay is astounding. Plus, you’ve fucked around with Donghyuck before. Your best friend is insufferable, yes, but he's also hot and good with his mouth. “Right now?”

“I mean, yeah. I did buy these glow in the dark condoms and I have no one to use them with. Are you busy tonight?” Hyuck opens his drawer and reveals that he does indeed have glow-in-the-dark condoms.

“I’m terrified to ask what else you’re into.” You raise your eyebrows before settling yourself on his bed, unhooking your bra and tossing it at him. His lips part and his eyes linger on the shape of your breasts through your shirt before he gathers himself.

A rather horrible wink is sent your way. “Stick around and find out.” “Ugh. No thanks.” You slide your pants off and swing one leg over to straddle him. His hands go automatically to your hips, steadying you. There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at each other before he moves a hand up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek before pulling you forward to meet his lips.

The kiss is slow at first, unhurried as he savors the first taste of your lips, and then it grows deeper, more insatiable. His tongue slips into your mouth and his hand squeezes at your ass, encourages you to rock yourself against his lap. He lets out a depraved sound when you tug at his hair, head falling back to give you access to his neck, which you waste no time marking up. It’s satisfying to see him this wrecked, eyes heavily lidded and lips swollen from kissing, cock a pleasant hardness for you to grind on.

“Hyuck,” You moan, breaking the kiss to pant into the open air. “Fuck me.”

“S-shit, yeah.” He rushes to get undressed, ripping open the condom. The face he makes when he strokes his cock to make sure the condom is in place is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you clench your legs together in need, though he thankfully doesn’t see it. You frown when he walks away from you. “Hang on, I wanna see if these really do glow in the dark.” He goes to hit the light switch and you scream. “Donghyuck! I don’t want the image of your floating, glowing dick ingrained in my head!” Thankfully, he doesn’t turn the lights off. “Why would it be floating?” “Because the rest of you isn’t glowing?” You point out, screaming again when his face lights up and he cries out a ‘that’s even cooler!’ “Donghyuck! If you don’t fuck the living daylights out of me in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to pass out.” “Okay, okay, I’m coming. I mean not yet, obviously. But that’s what you’re going to be saying soon!” He joins you on the bed and you rub your forehead, suddenly regretting your decision to fuck him.

“I literally hate you.” You grumble, though your actions say differently as you easily let him slide his hands between your thighs. A soft moan leaves you when he drags the tips of his finger through your folds, putting just a little extra pressure on your clit.

Donghyuck laughs. “And yet you’re still soaking wet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Your words lack authority, all the oxygen in your lungs exiting in a whoosh when he sucks your arousal off of his fingers. He gives you a mock salute and then he’s settling between your legs, lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ready?” His eyes are serious and you nod, licking your lips in anticipation.The movement doesn’t escape him and his lips are on yours in the next second, a heated kiss that you moan into when he slides in you achingly slow. His cock fills you to the brim and it has your jaw going slack, your head pressing deep into the pillows as you arch into it. “Can’t believe that’s all it takes to have you drooling.” Donghyuck’s voice is meant to be teasing but you can hear how breathless he is, pride halting his moans in his throat.

You clench around him as hard as you can and he nearly collapses, a whine ripping out of his chest. “Now who’s drooling?” You bite back, laughing breathlessly. Donghyuck laughs too, but it’s humorless and there’s a dark look in his eyes.

“Still you, baby.” He whispers, face centimeters away from your own. A little bit of spit passes from his lips to yours and he smears the saliva around your lips with his thumb, smiling when you suck willingly on the digit. “So fucking hot.”

Donghyuck pulls your legs around his waist and groans as he gets that much deeper, fucking into you with slow, fluid thrusts. It feels so good, being split open on his cock like this, but it’s frustratingly slow. You can feel the drag of his cock inside of you with an amplified intensity and you can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. It makes your head spin. “Hyuck, faster.” You moan out, raking your hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck me faster.” He must be feeling it too because he doesn’t tease you for once in your life, simply clenching his jaw in concentration and picking up the pace until all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping on skin, your moans joining the sound in a sinful melody. Your nails dig into his back and you pull him closer, grabbing onto him for dear life. And Hyuck doesn’t falter, just keeps fucking you like it’s his job, burying his face in your neck before dipping down to kiss at your breasts. His lips wrap around one of your nipples and you cry out, arching into it. The bliss of everything he’s doing to you is overwhelming you so much that you don’t even realize you’re going to cum until you’re right there, so close you can taste it, and you nearly tear up with how tightly you scrunch your eyes closed.

Donghyuck cums mere second after you, mouth pressed hotly to your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. You drag his lips back up to yours with one hand fisted in his hair and meet him in one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever had. It feels so good that you can’t bring yourself to care, whimpering softly into it when he pulls out and leaves you achingly empty. He gives you a goofy grin and all but collapses onto his side, facing you.

“You're glowing.” Donghyuck says, and it’s so sweet that it makes you go all warm and fuzzy for a moment before he ruins it. “Just like my glow in the dark condoms.” A groan leaves you and you flop away from him. “You’re never fucking me again.”