#wild that you wanna insult me for loving a character on the loving a character website lmao but thanks for the opportunity to babble!

[sergeantpixie]

tell me about whichever WIP isn't about elena gilbert if you can

Anon I know you're trying to be mean but a) I have no shame about how many Elena verses I have, that's my Girl, and b) I am so delighted to be able to talk about the one verse on that list that has nothing to do with Elena Gilbert, that's why I put it there! So thank you!

"I am willing to take more hurt if it's from you" is a project I've been working on for so long and I'm finally making some real progress on it which feels amazing! It's my Alison DiLaurentis/Aria Montgomery (Pretty Little Liars) fic that is supposed to be as canon based as possible, just using the subtext between the two characters to create a story where Alison and Aria were secretly hooking up before Alison disappeared.

Instead of giving you the full pitch on why they make sense as a ship (and why they are basically canon, or at least Alison having feelings for Aria is) I'll just refer to a post where I went off in the tags about them because it says pretty much everything I would say about it here: this post.

In summary: When Alison asked Aria if she knew why she picked her, the answer is: Ali's obsessed with Aria.

The premise of the story would be Alison and Aria's relationship being Rosewood's best kept secret, then when the liars discover Alison has been alive all this time, Aria feels compelled to confess what happened between them all those years ago in order to get ahead of Alison and prevent her from using that to alienate her from the other girls. (Alison is still Alison, I have no interest in changing that.) It's the girls' reaction to that as well as an exploration of Aria and Alison as characters. And maybe Ezra really is A but that might just be implied we'll see.

Between Jake, Ezra, and her first love’s girl-Jesus resurrection, Aria’s love life has never been more complicated, and that’s like, really saying something.

the tiniest excerpt :)

@randomestfandoms

[t-the-ring-master]

Platonic Fink headcannons!

I’m assuming just with the characters(Roz and brightbill) but if you wanted an x animal reader or something or even human wild robot, feel free to request it!

Request: @itsscromp

Requests: open

Asks: open

If anyone wishes to be tagged in future stuff regarding the wild robot, please comment or send a request through asks!

Taglist: @the-lavender-clown @cs-cabin-and-crew

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Fink definitely had to be the one to handle nightmares with Brightbill. Telling the duckling stories, and even having to make up a song or two to calm the little thing down. And due to Roz always having to shut off during the night to conserve power, she wouldn’t be much help…. Fink definitely had to let Brightbill sleep on his bed a couple times.

He wasn’t fond of the arrangement of him having to help parent Brightbill. Originally it was simply to get things from Roz due to her naïveness. But he did eventually warm up to the idea, since it’s obvious he didn’t get to experience actual family or parental love. He definitely subconsciously tried to parent Brightbill in ways he wish he had growing up.

Protective. You saw how he tried to attack the other geese when they were bullying Brightbill. He was ready to feast.

He’s the type to act like it’s a huge deal or a big favor when he does something for someone. He wants compliments and praise. I can definitely see him getting flustered the first time Roz complimented him genuinely for whatever reason. He was not prepared for the “you are very smart” comment. Bro malfunctioned.

Fink: what is this?

Baby Brightbill wanting a hug: affection.

Fink: disgusting!….. do it again.

Cried when Roz had to leave. He was sad to see his first real friend leave so suddenly (wasn’t really sudden, but he felt like it was) I can definitely see him not wanting to leave the home she built for Brightbill, herself and of course Fink. He didn’t allow anyone to mess with the pictures.

I don’t know why… but this dude definitely got a fear of woodpeckers. I don’t know why I see that, but I do for some reason. Maybe he was attacked as a pup?… mini fic idea?

Back to the platonic relationships 🤣

Always gets excited whenever Brightbill comes back after winter. Is so happy to see his son. The other geese got used to him bolting to Brightbill.

Has in fact threatened to eat a few other animals that insulted Brightbill when he was still a duckling. He didn’t wanna admit it (he can now but at the time, heck no) but he had gotten attached to the duckling and got over protective. He mellowed out when Brightbill got older though. The over protectiveness just passed to Roz.

Has definitely had to babysit for Pink tail a couple times. He likes the kids now but he did almost eat stinky once or twice.

Once had to attack another fox when it tried to attack Brightbill. Got a scar from it too. Roz managed to fix him up, but it took a bit for Fink and Roz to get a crying Brightbill to calm down.

Always has a pinecone on hand (on paw?) to throw at the squirrels. Only he is allowed to laugh at Brightbill face planting when he fails a lift off.

Got excited when Roz returned. Was nervous she wouldn’t remember him, but he’d rather have to reintroduce himself than not be her friend again.

I feel like Fink didn’t have siblings, and if he did they passed away. So I feel like when Brightbill was little and wanted to play, he’d always agree (although he’d act like it’s a huge hassle. In reality he was happy to finally experience playing.)

It’s obvious that Fink didn’t have a relationship (at least not a good one) with his mother. So when Roz started to doubt herself, I can definitely see him telling her -in his own way- that she is a way better mother than she thinks. Pink tail also had to join in on it since Fink has a pretty rude way of giving pep talks.

Pink tail and him definitely gossip about the kids.

Pink tail: so you’re telling me Brightbill tried to eat a caterpillar?

Fink: not tried, did. He had an upset stomach for days! The kid got so clingy I could even be in my den away from him!

Pink tail: yeah my last litter did that… Jeremy didn’t even last spring.

Fink knows about all of the ways Pink tail other kids from past litters died. Was very concerned on how unbothered she was. (Lowkey gets it though)

Final headcannons! Rapid fire!

Definitely has given Brightbill something that tasted gross (like how parents give their baby lemon to see their reaction)

He’s probably taken one of Brightbill’s baby photos to put in his den for the winter.

Attacked the fish that attacked Brightbill. Bro wanted revenge.

Hates lemon grass. He just doesn’t like it.

He hates squirrels and they hate him.

Definitely has pulled the “where is he?” Thing when Brightbill was right next to him (pretended Brightbill was invisible to mess with him) yeah Brightbill cried…. He let him sleep in his bed with him that night. He felt a little bad.

[lizzy019]

𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑀𝑒?

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader [Johnny and Reader are best friends to start]

cw -> loss of v-card, reader is more dominant

Word Count -> 1.5K

Johnny survives here guys!!

After the rumble and under the navy blue skies scattered with stars and clouds, you two walked happily around the neighborhood just to relax.

Johnny had unfortunately received a new cut to his eyebrow, and you’d gently cleaned it with a light amount of hydrogen peroxide and alcohol while keeping it safe from bacteria with a gauze pad before your walk.

You both were lightly chitchatting, smiling and giggling occasionally at any joke or funny thing one of you said to each other.

“I can’t believe it! That rumble was wild, I feel bad for Dally. A chipped tooth? Man, he’s crazy.” You chattered, smiling over at Johnny before you both were walking to your house’s doorstep.

Unlocking it, you teasingly let him in first and act like a gentleman, even if you were a woman.

A small pat to his back was given as a gesture of kindness while you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat before scurrying off to watch some TV. Unfortunately there was nothing good aside from Looney Tunes, which was tolerable. Better than the news.

Johnny sat down beside you, securing a throw blanket and covering you both under its warmth. While he was tired and obviously not in the mood for anything crazy, he kept stealing glances at your chest, practically drooling.

You were oblivious to it, watching your show and snickering every time Bugs Bunny insulted another character. But of course, the show cut to commercials and you sighed heavily in protest.

You shut off the TV and smiled over at Johnny, unaware of whatever he was doing. But little did you know that he had the biggest thing to tell you, and he had it all planned out.

When you stood, he followed shortly behind. Walking around the halls to find yourself situated in your chambers, you swiftly hopped onto your bed and Johnny followed suit.

This had you giggling, and you relaxed instantly.

“Hey.. I have somethin’ to tell ya. But you gotta promise you won’t be mad at me, yeah?” He asked so softly, so reticently and worriedly that you were sure he was as close to a little puppy as possible.

At his question however, you nodded and smiled, responding with, “You can tell me anything, Johnnycake! I’m not here to judge you.”

This soothed him a bit, but he gently found your hand and took it in his before squeezing it and sighing shakily.

“I dunno how to properly voice this but.. God, I love you, I love you so much. From your smile to your laugh, how kind you are and how beautiful you look, you’re like an angel walkin’ on the face of the Earth. Your eyes are so pretty, I swear, they’re like pools I could drown in. Your hair, so effortlessly gorgeous even when messy or wet. Your body, glorious in every possible way. Baby, I dunno how to say this lightly but.. I want you. I need, no, I crave you. I wanna-” You pressed a finger to his lip to silence his ranting. While it was excessive, it was sweet and he made his feelings known.

“Johnnycake..” You start, stopping only out of nervousness and giving a light giggle to soothe the tension.

“I think I feel the same. Everything about you is amazing, and I love being around you. You’re a wonderful person, and I’d love to spend more time with you other than simple friends.” You responded with a big smile.

This had Johnny stunned, a girl really liked him in that sort of manner?

Without hesitation, he smashed his mouth against your and whimpered into the engendered kiss. It was lovely to finally have your soft and perfect lips against his. Johnny’s mouth tasted faintly of weed and vanilla, a bit minty probably from toothpaste, but you let yourself indulge in his graceful expression of his affections.

His hands were touching everywhere, specifically in the order of; hair, neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, stomach, and your pussy.

A surprised whimper escapes him when you move your own hand to his semi erection in his jeans, rubbing it meticulously as his own hand rubbed your pussy through your pants.

You slowly began to move your body over him, trapping him underneath yourself and continuing kissing and shared masturbation.

“Oh baby.. baby, wanna have you. Want you to be mine.” He whimpered out, pushing you away from him to pull his shirt off.

You followed shortly after, you both exposing yourselves to the nude. Johnny was so handsome, even with his ribcage poking through. Your hands lovingly caressed his torso, smiling.

“Baby, I’m a virgin, I ain’t ever done this before. What do I do? I wanna make us both feel good, but I dunno how.” He whined out in complaint, watching your lovely figure straddle his lap.

You simply smiled at his worry, giving his stomach a light pat as you gently took his erection in your hand. While he wasn’t necessarily the most monstrous size, it was a decent length with a cute uncut tip.

“You should be walkin’ like you own these streets if you have this lovely thing hiding away.” You teased lightly, gently rolling the foreskin down to expose his lovely brownish pink tip.

“We’ll start slow, okay? We’ll take it nice and easy. Here, sit up actually. We’ll do it in a little lotus position.”

Johnny complied instantly, face red and hot as he got into the position you wanted. You hesitated for him however, looking at him with full reluctance before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me to do this? You can’t really take this back, y’know.” You sighed, running a gentle hand through his precious little wavy tufts of hair.

He nodded so vigorously, so eagerly with no sign of reticence or fear. He so obviously wanted you to take his v-card and tear it in his face, he wanted you to be his first. If you couldn’t tell by the pleading in his eyes, you’d be damn blind.

“Okay, okay, fine. Go ahead, take the lead and take your time.” You surrendered, giggling and pressing a soft kiss to his nose before gesturing for him to put it in.

Once all arguments were settled, Johnny grabbed the shaft of his cock and slowly maneuvered it to press against your folds before inevitably getting shoved in. This had him cry out in ecstasy, it was so much better than his hand could ever be.

His little whines and moans had you smiling so bright, letting out small sounds as well as you both moved in synchronized motion to reach cloud nine.

“Does it feel good for you, baby? You’re making me feel so good..” You praised lovingly, humping your hips against his to gain friction and make everything feel better.

The praise you gave Johnny had sent his whole body reeling in glee. You were enjoying yourself! He was so proud of himself.

“Yeah, it feels good, sugar. Please, keep squeezin’ me, milk me like you need it, please.” He whimpered, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbone to silence his amplifying moans.

His dirty talk had your heart bubbling, he sounded so filthy and naughty. You honestly weren’t used to it.

You felt yourself nearing an orgasm when his hand came to rub your clit again, and this is what had your legs shivering and tensing in congenial pain. You were so close, but you were holding on for Johnny.

Surely enough, Johnny had bit into your shoulder quite harshly when he hit his own climax, body seizing up as his pleasure burned every nerve in his body. And shortly after, you came undone on him as well. The next few moments were spent in a simple hug, clinging to each other before you finally suggested to share a shower.

Once after your shared shower, you two had gotten back under your blanket’s covers and cuddled up close. Johnny was the cutest little spoon to exist, face happily pressed into your chest and hand rubbing your lower back in a small pattern.

“Baby, that was amazing.. I’m so happy I got all that off my chest. I didn’t know how to tell ya, I was scared you’d reject me like everyone else.” He murmured, gently kissing your cleavage.

You were lightly rubbing and scratching his scalp, smiling down at him and giggling.

“Really? You know I wouldn’t be harsh on you even if I didn’t like you. You’re a sweetie, no one should ever get mad at you for having normal feelings. I’m just glad your feelings are directed towards me.” You smiled happily, kissing the crown of his head before sighing and covering his shoulders more with the blanket.

“Sleep, Johnny. I’ll be here all through the night, okay?” You smiled.

“Good night.”

Johnny merely huddled closer to you and sighed happily, finding comfort in the warmth of your body and the warmth of the fabrics securing his body into its embrace.

“Good night baby..” He muttered before closing his eyes and letting everything fizz away.

[pernesophe]

Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Characters in this post:

Choji Tomiyama (TW: violence for one scene, Choji saves reader, fluff, comfort)

"The breeze carried your scent, and with it the refreshing vision of water droplets glistening on velvety, intense green leaves. A crosswind brought him an unexpected whiff of juicy blackcurrant, and Choji could feel his mind and hands become stained with the deep purple hue of you."

(The description above was taken from Fragrantica.com for Gucci Bloom Acqua di Fiori, and then I made it fit Choji / the story)

Song: July for the Whole Year by Devon Cole (this is the song I listened to while writing this, and what I would pick for Reader and Choji's song)

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O. I went overboard on the last three chapters, so I'm splitting them up! This one is super indulgent and filled with tons of imagery and poetic devices, because why not!

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

(~9060 wc)

The day you moved to Japan had you feeling worse for wear, but an unlikely individual breathed new life into the world around you. Recently, you had moved out of the States, because you wanted to ‘see the world’ and ‘broaden your horizons’. Of course, your mother had called you naive and insane for going so far away from home. Without missing a beat you promised her that you would come right back if you couldn’t handle it. 

Though you loved your mother dearly, she has never been the “doting” type. Honestly, if you had to describe her then you would probably use words like icy, transactional, wintery.

What you didn’t tell her was that by ‘see the world’ and ‘broaden your horizons’, you actually meant ‘get away from my overbearing mother, even if that means fleeing moving to the other side of the world’... So, of course, when you did finally land in Japan with a job and apartment already set up, you thought you were doing swell - really handling yourself. 

Until you couldn’t find your new job, with your new apartment located above it, which was apparently located in the very dodgy pub district in town. To add insult to your self-inflicted injury, all of your belongings had been delivered to this new address that you just couldn’t find. And what’s more if life didn’t throw a little salt in that wound by sending every sleazy looking guy your way.

A chorus of “where you headed, sweetheart”s followed you through the streets; and “you look lost, wanna come stay with me for a night”s were shouted after you while passing bars with roll up doors; and “come a little closer baby - let us show you a good time!” simmered out of darkened alleys as you rushed by. Poorly hidden panic brimmed in your eyes, your trembling hands shoved to the bottoms of your pockets.

As you entered a particularly deserted area in front of a dilapidated building, you hadn’t noticed the silent sneakers trailing behind you. The sound of rubber scuffing asphalt alerted you too late as you were suddenly yanked backwards by your hair. A pained cry shot from your mouth as your back met the hard ground while something large and heavy fell on top of you. On instinct, you began clawing and kicking outward, but it felt like you were fighting something wild whose movements were jerkier than yours. Swatting your hands and knees away as its uncalculated maneuvers pinned your hands above you.

But just as quickly as the attack came, it ceased all at once. Darkness had clouded your vision under the weight before, but now the weight was gone and a burnt orange sky expanded above you. A series of thuds sounded from your right, and as you turned your head you could see some guy dressed in a dark black t-shirt scrambling on all fours towards the alley before pushing himself onto two feet again - terror emanated from every one of his movements. 

A few feet away stood a young guy in an orange coat with black detailing, mocha locks swept up from his previous actions, with a mandarin-red glow which emitted an ethereal aura all around him. It reminded you of this painting you saw recently of Amaterasu Ōmikami stepping out of the sun itself to enter the mortal plane. If someone informed you that he was that goddess’ son, you would believe them without hesitation.

“Hey, are you alright?” He called out while jogging over to crouch next to you. His head blocked out the setting sun, but everything about him still shined so brightly. Humming softly as you pushed yourself into a sitting position, and then you nodded at him after taking stock of yourself. Only a few bumps and bruises, but luckily you weren’t seriously hurt.

“Ye-yeah, I’m okay. Thank you,” murmuring softly as you threw him a grateful smile. A faint blush crept over his cheeks when he heard your voice ring out like a bell, but he swiftly regained his composure. 

“I’m Choji Tomiyama,” he introduced himself while offering you his hand to help you up. Gratefully, you took it and he easily hoisted you to your feet. Immediately, a medley of fragrant marine wood, peppery citrus, and juicy rose swirled about you at first. Then, as you stumbled even closer in proximity, you were hit with notes of sweetened grass, spicy herbs, and aromatic conifer. Though the air had started to turn cool with the dawn of Autumn, it felt like you were standing in a balmy breeze that carried with it the Scents of Summer.

“Thank you, I’m Y/N L/N,” you replied in kind with an easy going smile. As you swayed within his orbit to regain your footing, a delicate potpourri of balsamic greenery, something nectarous, as well as sharp lemon peel tickled his nose. As you teetered onto the flats of your feet, a soft breeze of floral strawberries, a hint of treacle greenery, something distinctly herbal and earthy drifted around him like the first warm morning in spring. Choji seemed struck by you for a moment, before shaking off his revere. 

“Do you live around here Y/N?” He queried with a curious tilt of his head, and you felt your cheeks growing warm by your name on his tongue. But then it dawned on you that you didn’t really know where you live as you threw him a sheepish smile.

“Well, about that…” shamefully you recounted to him about your day-long excursion since leaving the airport, and how you’ve had no luck finding your job, apartment, and by proxy - your belongings. Your face grew impossibly red by the time you told him that you actually had no idea where you even were. 

Choji couldn’t hide his amusement as you regaled your day to him, finding the way you talk and express yourself to be immensely endearing. A few times during your story he caught himself becoming transfixed on how the setting sun made your eyes sparkle and illuminated your hair, or how, when you leaned closer notes of sugared, creamy jasmine and fresh fruits went straight to his head. Forcing himself to blink just so he could focus on your words once again, which wasn’t much better when the sound of your voice was like a cleansing bell to him. With every syllable uttered, his mind would clear completely, except for the overwhelming presence of you.

Once you’ve finished your tale, Choji requested the address and then offered to walk you to your new apartment. Turns out for how long you had been running around, the store was only a few blocks away from where Choji saved you. Luckily, the owners of the Konbini were extremely understanding of your ordeal and assured you that your belongings had safely arrived. 

After confirming that you were in the right place, you thanked Choji profusely for all of his help today. Briefly, he hesitated - gaze drifting over your bright eyes and saccharine smile - before telling you it was no big deal and heading on his way. The whole walk home he kept getting the faintest whiffs of blossoming oranges and musky lavender swirling around him - your spring redolence clinging to him the whole way. Maybe that’s why his night was filled with  dreams of misty dawns and you. 

Quickly after that, you got into your groove working at the Konbini and living in the apartment above it. You worked every day for the time being, but the owners insisted that you work half days so you can get out and live your life, also because they didn’t want you closing up in an area like this alone. You were grateful to them for that, and for the fact that you got a lot of time to explore, but truly, the only thing - or person - you wanted to see was Choji. The boy made of sunbeams and pure joy plagued your mind for weeks to come.

It took Choji about 21 days to start visiting you at the Konbini, but who’s counting. The first day he strolled in, laughing in a lively manner to a rather tall, muted friend with long raven locks. As soon as your eyes met his, the air seemed to spark and warm around you, and your entire body tensed with excitement. Choji seemed to feel the same way since he bounded right up to the counter with the brightest of smiles directed at you.

“Y/N! How are you liking the job? And the neighborhood?” He asked excitedly, bouncing on his heels as he awaited your response. You reported to him about the job, the neighborhood and the apartment - letting him know that you’ve really enjoyed everything so far. Then, he introduced you to his friend, Togame Jo, who kindly nodded to you, but didn’t say much more than that. Just as quickly as he came, he left, and the Konbini grew colder and quieter once more. But after that day, Choji started coming to the Konbini weekly. 

For you, the days of the week passed slowly, like the seasons. Mr. Sun Incarnate would usually come in on Mondays, so Tuesday-Wednesday felt like Autumn as the days started to cool while dew frosted on the store windows. Thursday-Saturday felt like winter as the days dragged on, the air was borderline frigid with your breath clouding in your face. Sundays were Spring, pushing daffodils and tulips through thawing soil just for a chance caress from the warming afternoon sun. 

Finally, Mondays were sweet and earthy like Summer. The day felt long as the first rays of light peaked through the Konbini window, and the breeze felt warmed with the scent of gourmand citrus and herbaceous musty roses, thickened with the promise of a bountiful harvest.

By the time your long awaited customer strolled through the door it felt like August. As he stood by the counter while you leaned your elbow on the same laminate with your chin fit snug in your palm, the dead heat swirled in the air and seemed to never end. Peppery herbs and ambrosial grass baked and stretched in his everlasting sun. Choji’s bright eyes shined nourishing rays over your abundant crops in the form of lively banter to the point where you thought it truly may never end. 

But then, his genial and tender goodbye as he lingered by each aisle to share one last parting joke or quip, that was September. Sweet hay sprouting under each step taken and pink peppers dangling from the ceiling over every tile where he paused. When his hand finally gripped the handle on the door, and you heard the bell ting over his head as he threw you one last effervescent smile and with it the last harvest of the season. You watched as golden delicious toppled from his pearly whites along with the apple blossoms that floated from his shaggy locks to cover the floor. 

Though the remnants of him would last the rest of the day, it was then, in your heart of hearts you knew that summer was truly ending. That was the first cool day in October. Sadly, once the door closed and he was walking back to his life, stealing every bit of sunlight with his departing steps, you were still stuck in that first cool day. Because the following seasons were always so much longer, and filled with this primal need to just see the sun one more time, that it felt like a year passed before the following Monday came around again.

Fortunately, Spring came early one Saturday morning, maybe 2 months after moving to Japan, when Choji nonchalantly strolled into the Konbini. Immediately, your entire face lit up when you saw his familiar mocha locks and broad grin. To your delight his face lit up too.

He strolled straight up to the counter and leaned on it with his forearms as he looked up at you through thick lashes, breathtaking Sepia irises sparkling at you. The second he leaned on the laminate, Choji was struck with notes of fresh mint leaves and forest greens with a hint of sweetness. Inhaling a deep breath despite his attempts to be cool, he is then submerged in a heady, warm, and earthy aroma. 

Choji could almost envision the galbanum leaves that arched high above and hung over your head, and the delicate Lily of the Valley sprouting from the display case you just straightened. Honeysuckle vines its way from the floor, where it wrapped itself around your thigh, and then stretched along your forearm to curl around your fingertips. Choji felt the soft tips of the flowering vine stretch over the counter to tickle his own fingertips as it began wrapping around his hand. Wild sage sprouted from the floor haphazardly from the entryway, and grew plentiful the closer he got to the counter until he stood in a thicket of delicate, beryl green leaves. With the sun illuminating the dust particles that floated through the air, Choji truly felt like he stepped into a misty, April Morning.

“Y/N,” a shiver ran down your spine as it did every time your name left his lips. “I was wondering if I could give you my number?” He asked with raised brows and a slight tilt of his head, expression innocent as ever. Your heart soared so high from the implication, but you were far too familiar with the story of Icarus. So you shoved it down before his radiance could melt those wax wings, lest you crash back into the earth, and just silently stared at him in surprise.

“I’ve been worried about something happening, or you getting lost, and not having anyone to call,” he explained with a gentle smile. Hiding the mounting apprehension in his chest quite well as he went on to say, “you could call me if you ever get in trouble, or if you just need… anything.” His voice betrayed him at the end, as he was trying to be nonchalant, but he could feel the desperation leech into his voice. The blatant desire to have more of you.

Gleefully you agreed, and Choji sighed a silent breath of relief before the two of you exchanged contact info. And then, just like when he’d visit on Mondays, he lingered by the aisles, sweet hay grew under his feet wherever he tread. Threw longing glances your way as he breathlessly joked and bantered his way to the door, bright red lychee busheled in his hands and fell forgotten to the tiles below, as he bided his time in your presence.

Finally, as his hand grasped the door, a chilly coniferous wind smacked you right in the face as the first cool day set upon you again. He departed, taking the sun and summer with him, and you began to fret whether tomorrow would be spring or not. Did today break the cycle? Would your seasons be out of whack? 

Anxiety plagued your every step, every thought, every breath throughout the rest of your shift. When it finally ended, instead of going out like usual, you went straight up to your apartment and settled on the couch. Pure terror thrummed in your veins as you typed out a message to your new contact.

Y/N L/N: hey it’s Y/N - from the Konbini. I know you said I can call you when I’m in trouble, but can I also just call you to talk? 

Y/N L/N: I think you’re really, really fun! 

Nervously, you bit your nail and curled up tight on your couch as you awaited a response. Unbeknownst to you, the moment the first message came in Choji was quite literally bouncing off the walls of Ori. All he’s been thinking about since that first day he met you has been you. He had to exercise some control, which is why he would only visit you once a week rather than every day - which was what he truly wanted to do.

It took him several minutes, but when he did respond it was a Big, Fat Yes accentuated by exclamation points, and some emojis that made your screen light up with confetti. You weren’t sure if that was on purpose, but you were over the moon nonetheless. 

The following weeks were much sunnier than before, especially the days between his Monday visits to the Konbini, because your mornings started with a ‘good morning :)’ from Choji. Banter and photos that reminded you of each other in the form of texts filled the day before it ended with a ‘good night :)’ message from him as well.

The owners even mentioned that you seemed much cheerier as of late, and said they hoped whatever (or whoever) is making you smile so much keeps it up. Bashfully, you told them that it was just the friend who showed you where the Konbini was, and the couple chuckled at you while sharing a knowing look.

About four weeks passed like this - you smiling down at your phone Tuesday-Sunday, until Monday came around, which is when you would eagerly glance at the door all day until Choji would stroll in. His usual sunshiny grin plastered on his face, and directed at you, every time. But today when Choji strolled up to the counter you could tell he was nervous because his smile wasn’t as bright and seemed a little forced.

When you inquired if something was wrong, he uncharacteristically began rubbing the back of his neck and averting his gaze apprehensively. It took him a moment, but after releasing a quiet sigh he met your gaze again with a determined look on his face. You were expecting the worst, but then - in a stilted voice - he asked if he could take you out on a date. Tonight.

Of course you were quite stunned, not expecting Choji to be interested in you like that, but it only took a beat before you were nodding your head vigorously and gushing about how excited you were. Choji’s shoulders dropped in relief as he exhaled a long, slow breath before flashing you his signature, brighter than the sun smile - stealing the air right out of your lungs. He was practically bouncing as he told you to text him when you get off work and that he’d iron out the details by then.

Choji discreetly messaged Umemiya about where he should take you, since it would be getting dark shortly after you got off work, and Shishitoren district is filled with pubs and unsavory characters by then. Umemiya shot back, immediately, ‘take her to Furin! There’s a street festival here for the night!’

So, when you got out of work later that day, Choji was waiting outside for you, and asked if you’ve ever been around Furin. Though you’d heard about the Furin neighborhood, and Bofurin, you hadn’t made it over there yet. Honestly, you felt a bit anxious from the rumors you’ve heard about them being traded in the Konbini.

Choji just grinned wide at you when you quietly related to him what you’d heard, and then assured you that Bofurin were really good people, and his friends. Immediately you perked up at the word and cheerfully followed Choji under the train tracks towards the festival.

On the way, he told you a bit about Shishitorn, Bofurin and why they’ve become a necessary part of each of their communities. You listened intently to him dispelling each rumor you’ve heard, so by the time you two arrived at the brightly lit street lined with booths, you felt excited to see the neighborhood, and maybe the people that Choji spoke so highly of.

The evening began with booth games, which Choji was unsurprisingly good at, since you finally requested a break after he won you a plush rabbit, a traditional animal mask, and a candied apple. At some point you had to tell him that you just wouldn’t have enough hands to carry any more prizes. He laughed boisterously, but then something caught his attention, and before you knew it you were dragged over towards whatever an, “Ume-chan!” was.

Suddenly, the two of you came to a halt in front of a rather tall, white haired guy clad in black and green who greeted Choji the second he appeared. The two of them seemed like old friends, so you enjoyed watching them interact with one another, and then Choji excitedly introduced you to the guy who turned out to be leader of Bofurin: Umemiya Hajime.

You greeted him with a bright grin and expressed to him that you’d heard so many good things about him and Furin - not mentioning all of the rumors Choji dispelled on the way there. Umemiya was kind, welcoming, and posed plenty of questions about you while guiding the two of you around the street festival. Along the way, you were introduced to a few of the “Furin Kings”, and you even spotted Togame conversing with a black and white haired teen in a Furin uniform with a couple other Furin members as well.

As the tour of the festival, and Umemiya’s questions, came to a close the three of you wandered over to a group of picnic tables on the edge of the festival. Seated around one table were Hiragi and Tsubaki - the “Furin Kings” - as well as Togame, Sakura, Suo and Nirei. Umemiya and Choji were kind enough to tell you the names of the two-toned teen and his friends, who were conversing with Togame earlier.

Before you knew it you were seated at the picnic table with Choji, surrounded by the upper echelon of Bofurin and Shishitoren, as they all traded stories about their younger days. Of course they asked about you as well, but you were less interested in telling them about yourself, and more interested in finding out that the guy who’s been faithfully visiting you once a week is the leader of Shishitoren. 

A rather strong ‘team’ who fights thugs and keeps riffraff out of their community. You shouldn’t have been surprised, especially when you met Choji through him saving you. Still you were utterly shocked when Umemiya stated that Choji was hands down the strongest guy in Shishitoren. The mocha haired boy just bashfully smiled at your wide-eyed expression, and then shrugged when you exclaimed, “you never told me that!”

All in all, it was a wonderful night, and you were thrilled that Choji had brought you a little more into the fold of his life. As you left, Umemiya made you promise to come around again soon, to which you happily agreed. As well as a chorus of ‘nice to meet you’, ‘please come back again soon’, ‘treat her well Choji!’ followed both of you down the street. 

On the way back to your apartment, you couldn’t help but gush to Choji about how cool you think he is, and that you had no idea that he could fight like that. Barely a full breath entered your lungs as you went on to compliment Shishitoren, Furin, what they do, and his friends. Choji was rather quiet on the way back, only giving one word answers that would keep you talking, as he serenely watched your features light up while you talked about him. 

It was something he noticed from the first time he walked into your Konbini. Yes, you may smile and have a kind conversation with a customer, but for him it was like you were a sunflower and he was the sun. You’d beam, tilt and lean whatever way just so you could bathe in a little more of his light. Choji didn’t quite understand it, how you could exude so much joy just from being in his presence, but he couldn’t deny the warmth that filled his chest every time he’s caught in your gaze.

The following months passed with Choji picking you up on a weekly basis from your Konbini to take you out. He was always lively in whatever the two of you ended up doing - walking at the canal, renting bikes to ride around the city together, going to see the cherry blossoms, and a weekend festival, or two - all adventures when you were with Choji Tomiyama.

The entire time you got to know him, surprisingly, your issues around touch never really surfaced since your sunshiny friend never crossed any physical lines - even when he took you out. It was obvious that Choji enjoyed spending time with you, but he didn’t try to grab your hand or kiss you on any of the excursions he’d take you on. Honestly, you started to believe you misread the signals he was sending, until one particular date he took you on.

It was a late-night adventure, which was a little out of the ordinary for your typical excursions, but Choji assured you that it would be a good time. Instead of picking you up after work per usual, you had a few hours to get ready, so you decided to really go all out for this one. By the time your sunshiny friend came to pick you up, you were wearing a lacy, cream corset top with a pair of rosey-floral printed pants in an apricot hue. The color palette you chose for your makeup had a similar springtime vibe, and the new mascara you picked up for tonight really made your irises pop.

The second he saw you he had to do a double take, but even with a second look he could barely muster any words other than, “you look really nice,” with wide coppery eyes. To him, it looked like early morning dew sparkled on the curve of your cheeks, and the way your teeth shone through your bright smile felt like you were handing him a breathtaking bouquet of white flowers. 

It was hard not to feel absolutely stunning as Choji walked you towards the canal, since you kept catching him sneak peaks of you out of the corner of his eye before quickly averting his gaze as his cheeks reddened like apples in the midday sun. Once you arrived by the water way, you thought the two of you would just be enjoying a simple stroll, but instead Choji continued to lead you over a pedestrian bridge and then up a little dirt path towards a wooded area of the park. 

Funnily enough, you couldn’t help but notice the last fireflies of the season dipping and dancing around his head and under his arm as he’d point something out by the canal. It felt like watching old companions say their final goodbye, with the promise that they’d look for him come next year.

As the two of you delved farther into the woods, you watched with mounting intrigue as the trees, ferns and remaining greenery seemed to be reaching out towards Choji. As if they were trying to grasp the last dregs of September’s warmth. You couldn’t blame them though, you should have been shivering in a crisp fall breeze, but you barely felt a chill as you trailed behind him swaddled in the balmy air that clung to him ceaselessly. 

At first you felt a little uneasy, but Choji had never steered you wrong before, so you quietly followed suit. The artificial lights that lined the canal, bridge and some of the dirt path had started to thin out the higher you climbed. By the time the two of you had reached the top of the hill, all of the street lights were left far behind as he started leading you between tall trees and through long shadows. 

Still, you held faith that your friend wouldn’t lead you astray. As you watched him flit under darkened foliage, throwing a glance back every now and again to make sure you were still with him, it felt more akin to the nighttime games kids would play in the summertime. If you had a flashlight in hand, you could’ve easily been playing flashlight tag with him. 

As if hearing your thoughts out loud, Choji piped up over his shoulder, “It’s not much farther - just up ahead,” he nodded towards an opening between two aged cypress farther up along the path. The moment you stepped in between them, the air was knocked right out of your lungs as you were finally able to see where Choji was taking you.

A clearing opened up before you, dark except the light filtering in from the moon, and in the center grew what had to be at least a hundred year old Ginkgo tree. Fan-like leaves were already turning golden yellow with the changing seasons and scattering the ground at the base like a beautiful carpet. A little ways away from the trunk of the tree, laid out over the leaves, was a picnic blanket, a basket, and what looked like… a telescope? Whipping your head to Choji for an explanation, but he was already beaming at you with an amused expression.

“There’s a meteor shower tonight, so I thought you might want to catch it,” he explained as he gestured towards the telescope set on the blanket. The entire area was set perfectly so that once you two were on the blanket, you would be able to see the meteors up close with the telescope. But when just sitting your view would be split between the falling stars and the golden leaves arching and stretching to cover the little makeshift area. 

“I really, really do!” Exclaiming excitedly at him before you bounded over to the telescope - taking stock of the area and sky. Choji hung back for a moment just to watch your excitement. His reverent copper gaze studied the way the moonlight made you glow like dew on a crisply unfurled leaf, accentuated by the golden array of the ginkgo. 

Suddenly, the wind rustled the fan like leaves above you, which created a resplendent waterfall all around. The breeze carried your scent, and with it the refreshing vision of water droplets glistening on velvety, intense green leaves. A crosswind brought him an unexpected whiff of juicy blackcurrant, and Choji could feel his mind and hands become stained with the deep purple hue of you. After a moment, you looked back at him as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for’, and suddenly it felt like a beam of soft morning light shined through pure crystal just to bathe him in your radiance.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m coming,” he chuckled to you before coming over to show you the telescope and settling on the blanket with you. 

The midnight blue sky streaked with bright lines of white light, which felt like you were staring an entire galaxy in the eye. Choji thought they were cool too, but he was more focused on how your expression changed from joy, to wonder, and then to unfettered gratitude as you stared into the heavens above. Discreetly, he snapped a photo of you with the stars reflected in your eyes, just because he thought that was the most wonderful thing he’s seen his whole life. 

On the way home, Choji was uncharacteristically nervous and fidgety. He kept opening his mouth to say something, only to stop short and turn away to hide his vibrant blush. Patiently, you waited for whatever he needed to say - pushing your anxiety away that it could be the worst case scenario.

Finally, as you turned on the street where the Konbini and your apartment were, Choji stopped in his tracks. Pausing next to him, you shot him a questioning look, only for him to open his mouth and shut it tightly once more. Then, he looked at you with such determination that you jumped a little.

“Y/N,” he spoke in a low tone, and of course that all too familiar shiver ran down your spine as you willed yourself to focus on his next words. “I-I really, really like you…” he admitted, a little scared, as he watched your expression intently. A long pause passed before his words sunk in, and then you were reduced to a blushing mess.

“I-I li-like you too Choji!” You exclaimed while bouncing on your heels lightly in excitement. Choji’s anxiety dissipated from his muscles in an instant.

“Thank God…” he sighed out in relief before returning a bright grin. And then, all at once, his anxiety returned to his face as he spoke the next words, “would you want to be my girlfriend?” He proposed tentatively as he tilted his head awaiting your response. Another long moment passed, but just because you were stuttering too much to form a coherent response. Choji’s anxiety was replaced by amusement as he watched you struggle with your words.

“YES!” You finally managed to whisper-shout at him through your sputtering, the excitement pumping in your veins was absolutely palpable by this point. Choji just beamed at you giddily as he bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet.

For the first time, Choji walked you to your apartment door to bid you goodbye, and though you expected him to try to kiss or hug you - he just wished you a goodnight with his typical smile and wave before heading on his way. You were relieved to not have to deal with that hurdle just yet, especially when your relationship was so new. The biggest change in your relationship is that Choji set his wallpaper on his phone to the photo he took of you under the Ginkgo tree, which he was often caught staring at in pure adoration. 

In reality, Choji wouldn’t be making any moves towards you until you explicitly gave him the okay. Before you came into his life, your boyfriend had his fair share of difficulties. One of them being hurting the people around him, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted to do with you. So, this was okay with him - just being in your presence - he was accepting of that, especially if guaranteed that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

The next few weeks of your relationship passed much the same as your friendship had: Choji messaging you good morning / goodnight and cute quips or photos in between. Fun little adventures during your off time spent with your sunshiny boyfriend by your side, and weekly visits to your Konbini while you worked. Still, there was no progression as far as touching Choji.

The notion didn’t really cross your mind other than on that first date, until you went to watch some fights at Ori one day. Choji and Togame were telling you about the different opponents, their fighting styles, and their signature moves while the three of you sat in the front row of worn red theater seats.

As the fights went on, the bandages and after-fight supplies in the corner began to dwindle, so you offered to grab some more from upstairs. Choji told you someone else could do it, but you swore that it was fine. Everyone here came to watch the fights to size up each other’s styles, and you were just a spectator.

In the rec room upstairs, while rummaging for more bandages and antiseptic, you heard a couple of voices out in the hall. It’s not like you meant to eavesdrop, but they were speaking so loud that you couldn’t not hear them.

“Yeah they’re dating, but I never see them touch or kiss each other… I wonder if she just won’t let him?” The voice filtered in causing you to halt in your movements completely. Standing perfectly still, not wanting to give yourself away, and half hoping they weren’t discussing you. 

“I dunno, all I’m saying is if I was dating a girl who looked like that, it would be hard to keep my hands to myself. I don’t know how Choji is managing,” the voice chuckled out the last bit which was met with a mocking titter in return. Then, all you could hear were the sounds of receding footsteps.

When you returned to the auditorium Choji noticed straight away that something was up, but you told him that you were just getting a headache. He let it go, but obviously didn’t believe that was the reason since he kept fidgeting and peering at you out of the corner of his eye. Even Togame felt on edge with the tension that seemed to bloom out of nowhere between you and his captain.

After the fighting came to an end, Choji offered to walk you home, and with a slight smile you agreed. Much the same as when you returned to the auditorium, the way back to your apartment was quiet and tense. Your boyfriend only barely hid his fraying nerves over what he could’ve done wrong.

When you arrived at your apartment door, Choji was preparing his goodbye, terrified that this would be the last one. But then you suddenly turned to him with a notch in your brow and politely requested that he come inside. Bewildered, Choji silently nodded and followed you into your living room. After offering him something to eat and drink, to which he declined both, you found yourself standing in your kitchen with Choji on the other side of the bar. Looking at you expectantly. 

“Choji,” murmuring softly as tears welled up along your lash line, and your boyfriend immediately froze in place. “I’m so sorry…” uttering the words out as the first tears began to drip down your cheeks. Choji shook his head lightly as a crease formed in his brow.

“What…?” He uttered in complete shock, head cocking to the side and expression completely questioning.

“I-I’m no-not touc-touchy-feely, an-and,” heaving in a huge breath so you didn’t devolve into a sobbing mess. “It mus-must seem like I-I won’t le-let you… And yo-you must fe-feel li-like I do-don’t even wa-want you! I’m so so-sorry,” blubbering out as you flattened your palms on the counter to ground yourself.

Salty tears splattered the laminate as your vision blurred and you bowed your head to hide your face, and shame. At some point you couldn’t hear yourself speaking anymore, but you knew that you were spilling out every anxious thought you’ve felt today and you just couldn’t stop yourself.

Choji stood on the other side of the bar, stunned, as he watched you break down into sobs through the cut out window. Every muscle tensed, breath caught in his lungs, as he watched you apologize and mutter terrible things about yourself in a warbled tone - confessing all the terrible ways you’ve treated him. He didn’t understand it, how you could think so terribly of yourself, but the way you were breaking down was familiar to him.

Uncertainty muddied his every movement as Choji walked around the bar and gently pulled you into his arms, squeezing as tightly as he could. Hoping this was what you needed. The moment you were surrounded by this unfamiliar pressure, your entire body tensed from head to toe, but your sobbing stopped.

For a moment. Then, it started again, but softer this time. A primal fear overtook Choji when he felt you tense and then heard your sniffling anew. Immediately he loosened his grip and pulled back to look you over for what injury he may have caused.

“Oh God, Y/N, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” He asked urgently as he gripped your shoulders lightly while peering over your tear stained face and the parts of you that he thought he crushed. Gently, you reached forward to grip his shirt in your fist and tugged him closer to you, resting your forehead on his chest. Choji stilled completely, not wanting to hurt or scare you.

“I’m sorry… plea-please don’t stop hug-hugging me,” pleading softly as you stepped closer to him. Silently, he wrapped you back up in his arms, and when you started crying harder he tightened his grip. Though eventually, he scooped you up and took you to the living room to cautiously lay on the couch with you on top of him.

Once there, Choji held you oh so tightly and let you cry it all out. He was still terrified, but you weren’t wincing or saying ‘ow’, so he assumed you weren't physically hurt. After you calmed down and were just laying snugly on his chest while Choji smoothed down your hair, he finally broke the silence.

“Did I do something wrong?” He questioned you gently, not a trace of judgment or hurt in his voice. Quickly you shook your head and hummed out a no. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He offered after a moment, his warm hand still comfortingly petting the back of your head. A pregnant pause passed filled with the sound of your steady inhale, followed by his. Then your steady exhale, followed by his. 

Ever so slowly, you sat up until you were sitting on your knees next to him with your hands clasped in your lap peering down at him anxiously. Choji sat up slightly against the arm of the couch so he was a little closer, one arm still slung around your legs and hip to keep you securely on the couch.

“Today I heard,” murmuring quietly before your bottom lip quivered as you inhaled a breath to stay your tears. A deep, worried crease formed in Choji’s brow as you struggled to speak. 

“I heard some guy at Ori say…” you informed him about the guys - you weren’t sure who - were talking about the fact that you and Choji don’t touch or kiss. Ever. Your jovial boyfriend was uncharacteristically serious, and calm as he listened. Then you went on to tell him that they speculated that you won’t let him touch you, which made you worried that that’s how Choji feels too. Immediately, his face softened as he started to reassure you, but then the notch returned in his brow when you told him there’s more. 

“I heard them say, ‘I dunno, all I’m saying is if I was dating a girl who looked like that, it would be hard to keep my hands to myself. I don’t know how Choji is managing,’ and I guess I just got anxious that I’m making you feel unwanted.” You murmured sadly as your bottom lip quivered again while you squeezed your hands together to distract yourself from the hollow feeling in your chest. Choji’s eyes darkened as he watched you squirm from something some of his guys said, but he drew in a slow, calming breath before flashing you a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, and suddenly the hollow feeling started to lessen as your name was swaddled in his voice once again. Your gaze met his coppery one earnestly as you leaned forward to listen more intently. “You’ve never made me feel unwanted, in fact, you’ve made me feel very wanted.” He spoke meaningfully as he squeezed your hip for emphasis, a small gasp tumbled from your lips as your eyes widened.

“Really?” you whispered back in disbelief, begging for his reassurance. A small notch formed in his brow at your surprise, but a kind smile tugged at his lips.

“Yeah, of course.” He chuckled at you, a little incredulous, but when he saw the genuine shock on your face he was spurred to ask, “why would you think that I felt any other way?”

“We-well, because…” you murmured softly as you began to twirl your thumbs in your lap. Then, you explained the relationship with your mother, and how for everything she expected you to achieve she never really gave you anything in return. 

One clear memory that you regaled to him was when some of the kids in your class were bullying you and you came home crying. You ran straight to your mother for a hug, but she just looked at you and said, ‘Why would I do that?’

And then told you not to cry over frivolous things, or to at least not bother her with them. Choji’s gaze exuded rage, but he continued comfortingly rubbing your hip through your tearful confession. 

“... So, it’s not that I don’t want to be touchy-feely, it’s just that I don’t have a good experience asking for it, and I get worried that I’ll scare you off. But, I’m also worried that if I don’t give you physical affection then you will feel unwanted…” finally admitting your biggest anxiety of all as you met his mahogany irises with your watery ones. Choji nodded slowly in understanding as he sat up more and cupped your cheek, you leaned into his palm as he gently pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m so sorry that’s been your experience so far,” he murmured softly as he thumbed away a few stray tears. “I’ve never once felt like you didn’t want me, and I’m sorry I haven’t tried to give you any physical affection either,” apologizing genuinely, sepia eyes brimmed with remorse. Before you could assure him that you were okay, he sighed admonishingly and opened his mouth to continue speaking.

“I have a history of…” he trailed off as he tried to gather the correct vocabulary, “hurting others.” Finally, he relented softly, shamefully. Your brow creased softly against his forehead, but you didn't speak.

“I use-used to be… obsessed with being the strongest. Being ‘Free’ is what I called it,” he chuckled mirthlessly, voice laced with persisting shame.

“As Shishitoren’s Captain, I used to kick anyone out who… lost.” He muttered quietly, averting his gaze away from yours, but keeping his forehead pressed close and his palms gently cupping your face. You remained totally and utterly silent, listening intently. 

“I-I think I was just… depressed?” Whispering hoarsely, a lump formed in his throat. “It’s not any excuse whatsoever, but I think that was the reason…” his eyes slowly met yours again, tears threatening to fall now. “Umemiya, and some others from Furin, beat us after we picked a fight… Umemiya, fortunately, knocked some sense into me and I’ve been a lot better since.” He promised with a slight smile, but his gaze was still sad and remorseful.

“But I haven’t tried to touch you, because I’m afraid.” His voice cracked as tears dripped to the ends of his long, thick lashes. “I don’t want to hurt you, ever, and I’ve just been terrified that I would. Or that you’ll think I’m dangerous, or that I’ll hurt you… And I never want you to feel like I think less of you, because the guys said I used to make them feel that way, a lot.” His breathing had become shuddery causing his words to be stilted as tears began falling down his cheeks. Oh so gently, you brought your hands to cover his over your cheeks as you pressed your forehead into his a little more.

“Not once have I felt, or thought, that you were dangerous. Or that you could hurt me,” you assured him firmly. “And I have never, ever felt like you thought less of me for… anything, really,” you chuckled out softly, voice steeped in care as you squeezed his hands gently. 

“I mean, look at how you’re touching me right now,” you murmured, eyes drifting to his gentle hold on your face as you sit securely tucked into his side. “I feel so safe,” you giggled out softly as a few happy tears fell into his palms. 

“And you look at me like I’m the Sun. How could I feel anything but desired around you,” he murmured while a small, disbelieving smile pulled at his lips and laced his voice. Immediately your mouth dropped open in shock before you swiftly regained composure.

“Because you are the sun,” you whispered back, almost inaudibly, but you knew he heard when he chuckled softly with a shake of his head. His thumb traced over your cheek gently as his coppery eyes turned downright loving.

“Well if I’m the Sun, then you’re Spring.” he mused so softly, breath fanning your lips, as he pulled you back down on top of him. Nose to nose with him now, you giggled softly while peering at him questioningly.

“Maybe, but the Sun is more important,” you scoffed incredulously as your cheeks burned and a shy smile tugged at your lips. The joking glint in Choji’s eye vanished as his expression became completely serious.

“Nobody would care about the Sun if it weren’t for Spring.” He insisted earnestly. “You bring everything that people cherish, we wouldn’t have crops or flowers without spring - I’m just lucky enough to be the one who gives you a little light.” He murmured gently as he caressed the pad of his thumb along your cheek, and before you could respond, Choji closed the distance between the two of you. All protests died on your tongue as his warm lips pressed gently to yours while tightening his grip around you once more.

The rest of the evening passed by Choji laying with you snugly tucked into his chest. Savory balsamic greens mixed with spicy vanilla as he pressed chaste kisses into your hair, to your forehead, and finally to your plump, soft lips. Herbaceous fruits mixed with sharp, grassy roses endlessly as the first day of August set upon you. It felt like being wrapped up in a perpetual summer sunset - deep marigold hues, reds and pinks splashed across your living room walls while you slipped further into Choji Tomiyama’s warm embrace. 

Floral earthy notes mixed with a musky blend of lavender, rosemary and eucalyptus as the hour grew late. Dew clung to Choji’s hands and lips as he held you impossibly close. A hint of nectarous greens and spiced wood hung in the air as your living room turned into a grassy glade on a gentle spring morning.

Sweet hay grew in the vast clearing, encircled by tall cypress trees that housed vining honeysuckle, as well as bushels of bright red lychee hung low on branches interspersed in various places throughout. Galbanum, sage and Lily of the Valley grew with abandon wherever they saw fit with coriander sprouting some places in between. 

A cross breeze brought with it the scent of drying pink pepper, apple blossoms, and salty waves from far off in the distance that ruffled the hay which threw droplets of dew in every direction. Despite the thick mist, fireflies danced happily above the fluttering grass, and underneath the galbanum leaves crickets chirped delightedly. High up in the cypress, and nestled behind the honeysuckle blooms, cicadas sang of the union between Spring and Summer.

The next morning came with you still held tightly in your boyfriend’s arms, and luckily a rare day off ahead. For the first time in your relationship, maybe in your life, you leaned into the warmth of another and slept the day away.

After this, Choji makes sure to give you big pressure hugs often, especially after a really stressful day at the Konbini. In public he starts holding your hand regularly and patting your head when you do something cute, which always makes you go wide-eyed and blush a deep rouge. He gives you big dramatic kisses on your cheeks when he thinks you need to laugh, because it always works. Tender, treacly kisses on the forehead are saved for when you’re feeling vulnerable. To which you always reach out and hug him, even though it still surprises him every time you reach out to touch him, he’ll instantly wrap you in his arms and bury his nose in your hair.

Eventually your mom got worried that you weren’t coming home, and flew out to see how you were living. She was a little appalled to see you working in a Konbini and living above it, but knew better than to make a scene or be impolite to those who’ve taken you in.

Honestly, after you got off work and showed her around, she was incredibly shocked to see just how many people waved and greeted you. Her world was filled with transactional relationships, so it was just so foreign to see how many people genuinely wished you well, just because. 

Then she got to meet Choji, which was the biggest surprise to her of all. He was warm, inviting, and reminded her of summer just the same as he did you. Your face lit up in a way she’s never seen before when you waved him over while the two of you were strolling the canal walk together. Seeing you so happy and carefree stirred something in your mother she’s never really felt before… Joy, maybe? Pride? A mix of both, most likely. 

When she left, you really thought she would try to convince you to come back home, but instead she just wished you well. Genuinely. Even told you to let her know if you need anything, which was completely out of character for her so all you could do was just nod silently.

But before she was gone you made sure to ask what her opinion of Choji was, and suddenly you were that little girl again caring about her mother’s approval. Standing before her with clasped hands, expectant gaze and your lower lip caught between your teeth.

“I like him,” she mused while throwing you a gentle smile. “Though I was a little worried at first, because the two of you should be a Greek Tragedy,” she laughed quietly, voice filled with mirth. When you cocked your head in confusion, a little taken aback by her words, she chuckled lightly before explaining herself.

“Spring is always chasing after Summer, I mean they’re never supposed to overlap, so in a sense you two would be a Tragedy. Except for the fact that he’s constantly making sure you’re right beside him, because of that the seasons just meld into one when the two of you are together,” she simpered softly as she spoke - Motherly Love and pride apparent in her expression.

It surprised you to say the least, to experience this soft, kind version of your mother. But you were relieved too, as it seemed like the wintery frost around her heart had finally thawed a bit. After this, it didn’t really matter what season it was outside, because when you were with Choji it always felt like Summer.

[reverse-pines-twins]

Hmm? Oh!

Well, hello one and all to the Tent of Telepathy! I'm your adorable host, Mabel Pines!

*The audience cheers.*

Oh, please, you're all too kind!

*An audience member calls* We love you Mabel!

Aw, you're too sweet. And please, call me Belle. Everyone around me does, anyways!

Mabel. Keep it down.

And this buzzkill- I mean, fine young fellow right here is my twin brother, Mason! Say hi, Mason!

...Do you have to be so obnoxious?

Say. Hi.

*He sighs. The audience waits with bated breath. He runs a hand through his hair and then grins brightly.*

Hello, folks! My sister and I are ecstatic to have you with us tonight! I hope you can't wait because we've got one hell of a show for you.

*The audience goes wild.*

Now, I know you've been here before. So of you I even know personally! Hi Cynthia.

*Someone, presumably Cynthia, faints.*

But for those of you new here, there's a box in the back where you can put in suggestions and comments for us to read.

We'll be reading them on stage, so don't put anything too weird, okay guys? Wouldn't wanna embarrass poor little me, right?

And remember - we love hearing from you but-

Don't waste our time.

Ooc: So I went to bed and then realized I hadn't put up an intro so yeah. That last line was done on mobile. Ten minutes just for that. Fun.

Hello everyone, I'm the mod @abyssal-author-and-artist, he/him or it/its for me. My friends are bad influences so this is my fifth rp blog or something. To round out the Reverse Falls universe and all.

RP Blogs I mostly interact with (though others are allowed and encouraged!) @gleeful-northwest-fam - Rev!Falls Pacifica, Gideon, Preston, and Bud @reverse-falls-stan - Reverse Falls Stan, run by the same person as above @reverse-falls-ford - Reverse Falls Ford @william-will-cipher - pretty sure this is the right blog for our Will (Hi Waffle!)

Both of them will have two moods - a stage persona and a more honest one where they're little annoyances who will insult you for fun. Mabel tends to be more in her stage persona while Mason sorta just hates being here and will roast you for existing - though both will do both and I will take requests if you want one of them to act either upbeat or pissed at everything.

Please don't take it too hard if I insult you in character - I'm just trying to be in character and there's no hard feelings there, I swear!

My asks are open! Ask them anything (check DNI for exceptions).

Tags: #belle of the ball - Mabel's stage persona #mabel's coffee - Mabel's offstage personality #lonely star - Mabel's most honest personality #ringleader - Mason's stage persona #why did you disturb me - Mason's offstage personality #little dipper - Mason's most honest personality #pay no attention to the man behind the curtain - ooc posting #audience requests - asks

DNI - No shippy asks - they're still children guys. (And yes, that includes insinuating relationships with ocs) No homophobia/transphobia/racism/etc GoFundMe asks will be deleted - this just isn't the place. I'm sorry. I will expand this as needed. Don't make me have to.

[absolutebl]

Be My Favorite - Flaming Hot Trash Watch Action

Ready for this?

Adapted from the y-novel You Are My Favorite by JittiRain this is one of those “rewrite the past to change the future.” Starring Krist (SOTUS) + Fluke Gawin (DBK, Not Me). I expect this to be low heat, full of LIES and manipulation.

12 eps of approx 45 min fresh content each, and I guess I am drinking on frigay for the next 3 damn months 

Main tropes: time travel/slip/loop, paranormal, university setting, soft romance, low heat, sunshine/tsundere with GMMTV’s heavy hand on classic Thai BL tropes, product placement, and high production values.

Trailer | MDL

I’m getting some shizz outta my system before I start putting the alcohol into it...

Story issues 

Let’s get this on the table. I have a mixed relationship with Jittirain’s stuff because unlike Mame who is trash to her characters with plot, Jittirain is trash to plot with characters. All characters (what limited characterization there is) will be obedient to the plot and act against personality the moment it is necessary for whatever insanity is required for audience manipulation. We The Watchers WILL feel jerked around by these jerks (but as this is GMMTV there will be no actual jerking). We WILL be lied to, and the characters will lie to each other FOR NO GOOD REASON. 

In addition to Be My Favorite JittiRain is behind: Vice Versa, 2gether, Fish Upon the Sky, and Theory of Love. Mmm humm. Yeah. Drinks are defiantly required. 

Actor issues: 

Krist: Who knew Krist would do a BL again? Like seriously? His career has been riddled with controversy and his skills as an actor widely challenged. Regarding the first, this is not that blog, take that discourse/cancel culture elsewhere. For the second? I will judged his acting based on the usual criteria: this BL, this role, this pairing, this script, and the fact that this is Thai style acting. Okay?

Gawin/Fluke: I will likely slip and call him Gawin because that’s what he used when he first crossed my radar. I have said this before but he looks like an ex of mine. So my baggage with him is all personal. Said ex and I are amicable, but it wigs me out sometimes. They even have a similar voice. I will try to get over this. 

Also the both SCREAM straight. I mean I don’t wanna judge insult or anything but these boys got breeder smeared all over them. 

Okay, so what are we doing here?

Well, as previously established: DRINKING.

AND

A new trash watch! 

Although there is always the (however faint) possibility it will become a praise watch. Sometimes that happens. But this is Jittirain so... I doubt it. 

Ready?

Here we go! 

Episode 1: Sake & Fear 

I have heartburn already. Or maybe that’s the extra chili I put on my noodles + booze + EXISTENTIAL DREAD. 

Kawi = loser, poor, stupid, shy, and friendless (AKA Japan’s ordinary bottom uke archetype) - he’s a downer, this is an issue with this kind of character, not likable. 

Pearmai = the sunshine faen fatale Kawi has a crush on 

Piseang = the tall handsome cute popular perfect seme, plays basketball perfectly (waves at Love O2O), is also a DJ (nash)

Most of this ep was spent establishing this dynamic and some kind of secret santa for college kids, a magic time travel snow globe, and the fact that the wrong couple got together. 

Why is there a dandelion in the snow globe? 

Is it a wishes thing? Do they have that superstition in Thailand?

A 12 year time jump is v Japanese. Which life-point is closer to Krist’s actual age? Ooo, half a bottle of sake and I’m salty af. 

Apparently Kawi still has same problems and the same haircut as he did as a fresher.

Could we please talk about this? It’s in ALL BL. Why does NO ONE change their hair as they age? My hair changes by the week. 

Meanwhile our ordinary bottom has turned into a wild imbecilic tsundere and our seme clearly likes that and I am too drunk for this. So is Kawi. 

You know what, it’s not as terrible as I thought it would be. I don’t like it but I can see the characters becoming appealing. Maybe? Hopefully? Why do I do this to myself?

I’m not a monster, I will give it a chance. 

At least no one has yet picked up a guitar.

See you next week, same Jittirain time, same Jittiran place, new bottle of sake.  

Episode 2: Nigori & Serenity 

The sake I’m drinking tonight is described on the bottle “silky & mild” which is also a legit review of Gawin’s acting. 

WAIT A MINUTE.

What is going on? 

What am I feeling? 

They’re lying on the grass talking to each other in a meaningful way. It’s cute. I am enjoying it. How appropriately collegiate. 

Is this... enjoyment?

Am I enjoying this show?

OMG I AM. 

help 

I ate booze-filled chocolates AS WELL AS SAKE. 

Maybe it’s the double dose? 

Am I becoming silky & mild?

I got a slow down. I can’t do this every week for 12 weeks in a row. I’m not in uni anymore. I might end up being a nice person if I continue down this road. Can’t have that.  

Honestly, I do like the fantasy of getting to re-live your college years as a cooler version of yourself. 

Although, frankly, I did fine with mine. 

(Oh thank fuck, asshole me is back.) 

I don’t know where Max came from but he is officially the most interesting character in this show. 

Also... does he look a bit like a bad boy bunny to anyone else? 

It isn’t actually like it, but I am getting a distinct 2gether vibes from this show. It makes it feel kinda dated for BL. What a fucking crazy thing to say. Ignore me, I’m drunk. 

OOOOO.... Nong teasing. Very nice.  

The over dramatic drunken kiss made me giggle. First time Krist has been properly kissed in a BL.

Sigh. 

What do I do? 

I’m enjoying it! 

Damn it. 

Episode 3: Tipsy Waffling 

I was out at the club, came home faintly tipsy. Frankly I feel a little unwell, so I’m not gonna drink anymore. So this is an unprecedented semi-sober trash watch. I’m not sure if I’m ready but so far this show been beating expectations, and I don’t expect a derailment until next ep so I’m feel okay about my life choices. 

Okay Gawin is good. I’ll give you that . His little moment if realization (and giving up). The “oh shit” look. 

Wait.

That’s Title! 

When did he leave Wabi Sabi and join GMMTV’s stable? 

Look I kinda enjoyed this bit, because it was a joke.

BUT I AM NOT HAPPY WITH THE ENDING.

Is this the beginning of the JittiRain of Doom? Or it this just good angsty story telling?

No way to know until next week.

(JittiRain of Doom - see what I did there? Aren’t I a clever little lush dragon?) 

I should go to bed now. 

I think we can safely say clouds are on the horizon and whether this is good storytelling or bad, only episode 4 will tell. 

Episode 4: It’s Happened! The Suck! 

not in a good way @heretherebedork​ said ep 4, can they call it or WHAT?! 

I’m officially calling Kwai’s pink haired Maximum hotness bestie “my café fae” and YOU can’t stop me. I love him. Or I want to be him? Or I AM him?

Difficult to know.

Checks own hair.

Not pick at at the moment. Mostly blue actually.

(I weirdly adore that blue open weave draw-string vest thing he’s rocking. Checks own closet. Wonders idly about turning a mesh laundry bag into a shirt.) 

Anygay... Café fae and I are running away together and not putting up with any of this Jittirain nonsense.

Right? 

Because this beach frolic...?  

Too cringe. Too awkward. I really don’t like all of embarrassment factor for everyone, not to mention humiliation and hazing and older kids picking on younger kids.

I’ve been done with this plot divice since SOTUS. And I’ll take it in small doses from Korea but no more Thailand. Stop it. And...

is that...

A GUITAR 

!!!

NO SINGING.

Oh, I hate this show.

Everyone listening in on the phone while he’s humiliating himself with a girl? This is fully terrible. 

I’m so uncomfortable with this whole episode. 

And yet. Secure. Because finally we are in the territory I was expecting. But ALSO I can’t bear it. 

Please make it stop.

At least Piseng is a decent human being.

And Pair. 

Screw all y’all. I’m eloping with Pair.

Wait.

What about my cafe fae? Hummmm. 

Ah! Got it. Thrupple! 

I’m not gonna lie. That was rough going. 

And I am not OK.

Although I’m digging this thrupple scheme of mine. 

Episode 5: I Am V Drunk

For those of you following the soga of ABL is a lush... 

I got my cocktail! 

Then got distracted by meeting colleagues at the bar. 

Then went for dinner and wine.

Then got another cocktail and finally made it back to the room. 

So by the time I started watching this week’s installment I was... quite drunk. 

Take this recap with a grain of salt margarita salt rim... no... not that kind of rimming, that’s just in KP, sadly... wait... what am I doing? I got distracted. This is GMMTV. Def no rimming. 

So! 

Kawi deserves his new asshole friends (stop it ABL no rimming). 

I just don’t like him. He’s too straight and whiney and homophobic. 

Could we have a romance between Pisang and Max? 

Asking for a friend me. 

Bet there would be rimming. They both seem very game. Just saying.

Different show ABL. Different show. 

Where was I? Apparently I went to the land of Bed Friends for a moment there. 

Why does anyone like Kawi? 

Max deserves better.  

Pear deserves better. 

Pisang deserves better. 

OMG!!! His utter wistful yearning over the happy gay bar. Poor baby. 

Awe don’t run away from Max. We love Max. Max is the best. You NEED a Max in your life. We all do! 

Someone described Max as “tired gay,” and I feel this keenly. 

NO SINGING. 

I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS THREAD IS GOING. 

NO NO NO NO NO 

SKIP! Skipskipskip. 

Next week look like a classic ep 6 kiss then angst. Whatever. 

It was fine. 

This was a fine installment. 

I’m very drunk. 

Hotel all spinny. 

Hi, bed! Make me a sammitch. 

Episode 6: I Am Less Drunk Than I Should Be

I just wish this were Pisaeng’s story instead of Kawi’s. It would be a lot better. In fact, it is a lot better. Any time we get PS alone or with any other character it’s a better narrative. Any time with him and Max talking it’s the best of everything, That’s all I want on my screen.

In fact, Max is all I want. 

I love his “care bear kpop” clothes. 

This is definitely one of those shows where I don’t understand why anyone likes the central character - his friends, his love interests, his father, his audience, tumblr. 

No one should like him. He started out a loser and he’s only getting worse, and nasty to boot. 

Yes, it’s good we see him apologize, but there’s no logic behind the choices that led him to needing to make the apology in the first place! 

(No one does, honey.) 

We are heading into classic Jitiirain where are the characters are going to betray us and themselves in order to serve the narrative. 

And I’m not drunk enough for this. 

Honestly? I think Krist what is miss-cast as well. 

I’m not in the anti-Krist faction but just imagine... what if Kawi had been played by Khaotung? He has a much softer more dynamic screen presence. I think he could’ve carried even Jittirain’s patented nonsense. KT is... in fact... CUTE. 

Gawin is not an issue. (Which surprises me, since I came into this with a bias against him.) 

Because we can see PS thinks that K is cute even before the script felt the need to tell us this. 

Even when he’s being an arsehole, PS’s eyes are all soft for him. I guess some guys just are attracted to arseholes. 

Heh. 

See what I did there?

Meanwhile I hate PS’s mother! 

She = evil. 

I RECOGNIZE that balcony!

PS’s house/apartment thingy is the same as MaxNat celebrity pad in Y-Destiny. Another one for the location trackers.

That’s it, that’s all I got. 

Only one gay pun for you this evening. 

I have one job to do and I’m blowing it.

snerk

Nighty night. Don’t let the mosquitos bite leave hickeys. 

Episode 7: NO SINGING

I guess Kawi is one of those “straights” who just gets gayer the drunker he is. I know the type. 

Boozing the Kinsey Scale. 

Beer goggle queers. 

Cockeyed. 

Three sheets to the flame. 

Dick wasted. 

What else do we call them?

Oh yeah... cock tease. 

Episode 8: STOP SINGING 

Pisaeng for these last two episodes...

(singing cat never gets old, bite me) 

Good for you Pisaeng for standing up for yourself. Stop letting the straight boy jerk you around. 

(I see you in your matched couple shirts.) 

Omg I HATE Kawi just WHY IS ANYONE FRIENDS WIH HIM? 

Stop. Just this show would be so much better if he weren’t in it. 

I’m glad he lost Pisaeng and I enjoyed watching him cry. 

Even if he still made everything about himself. 

We return yet again to the fact that I love Max. Max and I are running away together. 

Pisaeng is just never Kawi’s priority, whereas the opposite is always the case. Talk about one sided love friendship relationship everything.  

Kawi the coward. 

To little too late. 

I do keep thinking about Big Eden with this series, Kawi just seems so straight no matter what he says or does or kisses.  

Poor Pisaeng he gets what he wants but it’s all out of pity, fear, and desperation. 

And all he wants is a chance to flirt? 

Is he an actual saint?

Fuck this damn show. 

(source)

As always with these trash watches, I update the original post until Tumblr has a brain fry and won’t let me anymore. Then it becomes an updated repost. Life in the dumpster fire is never dull. 

[scribble-brain-aced]

petty things pentious and baxter do because they hate each other:

because they’re both old, they use telegrams. they send insulting letters to each other and, if either of them make a spelling/grammar mistake, they WILL smugly correct it like a particularly condescending english teacher. (usually Pentious writes something wrong. on purpose so that when Baxter send the correction, he can write “NERD” in giant cursive, as though he isn’t a nerd as well.)

whenever they bump into eachother, there is a LOT of banter. pray for whoever they’re with because this could take ages. best way to describe the banter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVfZIiZJb7Y

(if you don’t wanna watch it, it’s basically just a compilation of insults from Brooklyn 9-9, specifically Captain Holt and Deputy Wuntch. ex: “like my new office? 20th floor!” “yes, i never thought i’d see you this high up without a broom under you.” / “the only i’ll die is if you touch you with your bony fingers and drag me across the river styx, you reaper.”)

both of them LOVED the Frankenstein book and their favorite character was the doctor. take a wild fucking guess why. but neither of them want to have ANYTHING in common with each other, so they both pretend they hate the book.

baxter broke into pentious’s airship and took out all the lightbulbs. ..or, attempted to. pentious caught him dragging the ladder inside, before he could even do anything.

i saw a piece of fanart, you can probably find it just by searching ‘pentious and baxter’ here on Tumblr. it was basically Pentious building something and purposefully placing the lever higher up, so that he can reach it, but Baxter can’t, because he’s CANONICALLY ONLY A HEAD TALLER THAN NIFFTY. this. this is exactly what i want in season 2.

(edit: found it!!!! https://www.tumblr.com/illiardbilliard/741612172385402880/pennys-fan-club?source=share)

Pentious literally moved to the OTHER SIDE OF THE PENTAGRAM just so he wouldn’t accidentally run into Baxter.

[askfreesmart]

--- INTRO POST ---

"Pencil? What are you doing?"

"I'm setting up an ask blog for our fans."

"An ask blog? Why?"

"Because SOMEONE didn't know what a lens cap was, and so all of our previous recordings have no meaning!"

".. Wow that person sounds pretty stupid!"

"She is. Anyways! BFDI fans from far and wide, I present to you: the Freesmart ask blog! Now including all Freesmart members. I know our video diaries weren't really.. Videos.. So! This is to make up for that oversight. Ask away! We're all open."

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Hello! Welcome to the, previously mentioned, Freesmart ask blog! Everyone's available now! I forgot to edit this yikes.

This is a side blog for fun, if you wanna check out my main blog here!!: @missmiseryguts

Now I have basic rules for the blog:

I love ships! Go ahead and ask about the characters relationship status! However, I will be including my own ships for this blog, so don't slur me if I include a ship you don't like LMAO!

I am a minor, so please do not ask anything inherently sexual or vulgar! If you wanna imply smth honestly go wild 💀 And also please don't insult or get mad at me if I include a headcanon and you don't like it!

This ask blog is open for angsty asks! I have my own lore / plot ideas in mind, so if you want to stir something up, go ahead! Just don't take it too far, please!

Freesmart will be healthy! I loved the idea of them actually being a nice friend group lmao, and I'm going to try keep that! So probably not the most canon thing, (edit; definitely not the most canon thing) I might be a bit rusty with some characters too, but I will try my best to stay in character. Also, playing all of the characters is a new experience for me so it might take me a small while to get used to using them all!

This is sort of an AU, any BFDIA episodes after the 5th aren't canon to my blog, it takes place in IDFb after competition has. Erm. Evaporated I guess.

I'll try answer all asks, but I have school and other responsibilities! So, please be patient!

And finally:

ENJOY THE FREESMART ASK BLOG!!

I haven't used this in forever so don't expect much I'm so sorry it's kinda dead... Asks turned off for now!! And. Probably forever. Oops.

[a-fragile-little-teacup]

i wanna talk about the bear

THIS IS MY OPINION! THIS IS NOT ME CLAIMING THIS AS FACT OR DIRECTLY ACCUSSING ANYONE OF SHIT! IF YOUR INSTINCT IS TO INSULT ME BECAUSE OUR OPINIONS DON'T LINE UP, THEN I WOULD ADVISE THAT YOU JUST SCROLL AWAY! I AM OPEN TO DISCUSSION, NOT BULLYING.

Hi.

So.

I love The Bear. I think it's a great show with interesting characters and well done directing and cinematography. It's great.

However, that doesn't mean that I have no critiques. And there is one that I feel a need to mention on the internet.

I am very worried about how the show is portraying Claire.

When the newest season came out and I started seeing some... interesting things being said/made about Claire, I assumed it was the fans getting a little defensive. That commonly happens when a show introduces a female romantic interest. To put it simply, I didn't think that it was something being pushed by the show's creators.

I was wrong.

First of all, let's talk about Claire and what I've seen said about her.

She was introduced this season as a love interest for Carmy. Interesting plotline for this show to explore, honestly.

Once the newest season came out, I saw a scary amount of viewers either pushing for the show to simply be pitting Clarie against Syd or they were blaming Claire for Carmy's actions.

two women of similar ages can exist in connection to a male character without them needing to fight over that male character. It dismisses a lot of both Syd and Claire's characters to only see them as being romantically tied to Carmy.

Carmy is responsible for his actions. Don't let his status as a pretty white boy distract from the fact that he's really kinda shitty as a person. He's unreliable and commonly dismisses a lot of accountability. It is not Claire's fault that Carmy didn't show up when he needed to.

I truly thought that this was just the fanbase, so I wasn't going to talk about it. I don't really enjoy being part of fandom culture at all. It is not usually great for my mental health. The cost of my well-being is almost never worth whatever I get as a result of being in that world.

However, I think the creative team on The Bear played a major role in the opinion forming around Claire, even if it wasn't intentional (which I obviously can't prove either way).

And I wanna explain why I think this is happening.

Carmy name drops her a lot. Especially when discussing the restaurant and the menu, he will push her name all the time. This is often around Syd because Syd's his business partner. This helped form an association.

Claire came up with a lot of ideas for what the two of them did. This made it easier for people to claim that she was forcing him away from the restaurant but I'm going to argue (a) that she didn't know all of the details around the restaurant's opening for most of the season and (b) that it was Carmy's responsibility to say no or explain that he was busy. If he hadn't said anything at all and was simply dragged around, then that would be one thing, but I don't personally believe that's what was shown throughout the season.

The panic attack scene in the last episode. Claire is shown in tandem with Carmy's family, which is largely seen as a source for Carmy's anxiety and panic attacks before it cuts to Syd seeming to be the reason that he calms down. This was such a wild fucking thing to throw in during the last episode. I don't know what the true intention behind this scene was, but I don't think it played as well as it could have.

I don't give a singular shit about who you ship with who or what you want to happen in the next season. That's not what this post is about.

Regardless of any of that, it is not fair to make Claire into this twisted almost-villain when she simply isn't one. She was described incredibly kindly by every character that talked about her (Richie, Michael, Carmy, Sugar, Fak).

She clearly has a personality beyond Carmy, which doesn't always happen when writing a female romantic interest (a discussion that I could write a whole separate post about and tie back to The Bear).

The way her character has been treated is worrying and if she is to return for season 3, then I'm equally as worried about how the writers will treat her.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

"And I genuinely don’t think either of you understand HOW Zelda turns back to a Hylian at the end of the game.

I’m sorry but these are exceptionally poor analysis and criticisms of the game and it’s cut scenes." As the anon who wrote the ask who started this, I'll just say... nah. Also, pro-tip, don’t be angry, eat a banany. 🍌 You say that all the elements give a lot of insight into Zelda, her relationship, and all that… and then just explain it in the most barebones accusatory way possible, instead of just giving a polite counter and constructively explaining WHY you disagree. Since you apparently just wanna be angy that someone doesn’t like what you likes, and explains why they criticise it, I don’t think there really is a point to argue.   Honestly, my best tip is: Eat nanner, shhhhhhh, touch grass, go sleep. Move on. Ps: Banana’s are the worst.

Also, lemme add, add some spice to your salt: “It reveals Zelda’s feelings for Link which have clearly significantly changed since Breath of the Wild.” I did not feel like they changed much at all, Zelda still feels like she’s simping for Link hard, it's just a few years later now. 😜 Extra bonus: Yeah we know why Zelda got turned back into a Hylian with no repercussions. Bc it had to happen, bc reasons-McGuffin.

Hey!

Yeah, sorry this thing escalated on your ask anon. It got significantly worse after that, so I did block the person because at some point it becomes clear they were having an argument with someone who was simply not in this virtual room and might probably not exist at all anywhere, so there was no point in engaging with a brick wall who was hurling insults based on half a paragraph taken out of context. Pretty sad way to use your free time or deploy love for the media you enjoy, but! To each their own I suppose.

But yeah, I did look it over to see if I missed something, because somebody's tone being inacceptable doesn't mean their arguments also are, but. Yeah. Zelda had her arc of going from being cold and angry with Link to learning to rely on him in Breath of the Wild already, and then literally holds the fort for a hundred years just holding on to the desperate trust that he will arise and become a hero and be capable of defeating the scourge if only she can buy him as much time as she can, which is *crazy* devotion-wise (and also active! in TotK she mostly talks about how much she trusts Link --I guess she turns into a dragon to restore the Master Sword for him, but again I don't believe she really has any other choice and it's not a struggle she must maintain over a hundred years always relying on her own resolve all the way through, so it doesn't translate as hard in my opinion). It's literally her affection for Link and her urge to protect him that awakens her powers! This arc worked great in Breath of the Wild! But TotK loves nothing more than to rethread every character's arc, except again, but less compelling and complicated and without emotional rises or character changes.

Also: a kind tumblr user out there who did not play any game but TotK, believing the marketing that you could basically jump in blind, pointed out to me that there is *no way* to catch onto any of that complexity of their relationship if you haven't played BotW (not that I think it particularly helps). Same deal with the parental thing: they did not bring up the relationship between Zelda and her dad at any point, which makes it a non-information for newcomers. While it is fine to lose some degree of nuance and be a little confused if you jump in a second videogame after the first videogame, you still need to provide something for people to hang onto, and, as I feared, the refusals to expand on BotW backstory didn't seem to help the newcomers familiarize themselves with Hyrule particularly well. Even in extremely well known IPs, it is important to re-establish the bases: jedis are sensitive with the Force, the Ring corrupts its bearer, etc etc. And this was not particularly well done here (for example: it is never explained that Ganondorf is a sorcerer on top of being a Huge Guy that will break your spine with a punch, which makes the appearance of Puppet Zelda *before* he grabs the stone extremely confusing --this relies on pre-assumptions about Ganondorf and a familiarity with the series and its tropes to make any sense, and this is yet another example of what I mean by: this game is awfully self-referential while not really standing on its own two feet).

As for the argument that Zelda was returned to a hylian because of Rauru's arm, Rauru again but ghost (??? hello again?) and Sonia (??? WHY are you here) are actually using recall on the Secret Stone? It's a cool headcanon, and honestly that would have been great and made sense (I mean, a little empty thematically again but at least a cool setup and payoff), but I see nothing that supports that in practice beyond that the power deployed is the color of gold, which, yes, is the color of Recall, buuuut it's also the color of Light and good things and the Triforce and divinity and a billion other things.

If this was what we were meant to take away, then: 1) the actual particles and sound effect of Recall should have been used instead of a vague halo of magical sparkles and 2) the Secret Stone should have hovered and glowed above her chest Laputa-style (thinking of Sheeta from Castle in the Sky, which I'm 99,9% sure was the visual inspiration anyway).

This does not happen. If them using Recall was the intent, then it's badly conveyed. But I see no textual reason to believe this is what's going on.

[foxymoxynoona]

I won’t lie foxy. I’ve expressed before how much i LOVEEEE your stories. The JK ones are always rereads bc they aren’t just some teenage netflix boo-boo story (not putting them down. some of these stories are great even if they are cheesy and immature sometimes) but the depth, and etc yours have give me so much serotonin ….

ANYWAYSSSS I have to admit, I love that you fulfill my guilty pleasure of adding pregnancy in a good amount of your stories, some being the main plot of it (sugar fairy and meadow(even tho that one stressed me out and bc of that i haven’t been able to reread it yet😝).

I think pregnancy is such a real thing. I’m also at the age and part of my life that talking about pregnancy and having kids although scary. it’s not completely off putting, since i’m not an immature unstable teenager anymore😭 lololol. and it’s a super important factor in all relationships, so for you to bring it into the storyline (especially when we’re talking about REAL mature adults over the age of like 22) and they all have different plot lines which i think it’s also a huge misconception in the fanfic world. so many put down on “found family” or “accidental pregnancy” and i’m unfortunately a who’re for them and not many write about that AU.

So when i see yours, ones i haven’t read yet. part of me lowkey be sitting there like “oh shit she gon get knocked up and then we will see character growth and the relationship build” NO. YOY DONT MAKE THE PREGNANCY THE ARC OF THE STORY AND YES THAT IS SO HEALTHY AND BEAUTIFUL BIT IM TOXICCFFF

like i lowkey was wanting an accidental pregnancy in Amended. I know that would of definitely thrown off the entire arc of the story and character development (for isabella specifically). I like to think that would of been so fun and cute to see. like i know she would of been miserable and gotten in her head bc “history repeats itself” but it would of been cool to see her “repeat history” but change it. JK wasn’t like the last two BDs and etc. Although Izzy got on my nerves 90% of the story, i can’t judge her for trauma she couldn’t control and her forced responses to it and who knows, maybe adding the accidental pregnancy would of probably been so bad there would of been no happy ending but like i said. I’m a whore for an accidental or ex-lovers (parents aus).

I also think bc you write pregnancy/growing families stories so well that I would love to see a good toxic “got knocked up first then fell in love” story from you… maybe a college au make it spicy.

.. I will not ask you to write my deepest guilty pleasure but i def know you would kill it either way. I hate that i’m so anti older woman bc i wanna read the Over the Falls but as a girl who is barely 24 and still thinks she’s 19. the idea of being way older than Jungkook makes me want to throw up

Have a good day and don’t mind me, I might go reread Meadows now bc i lowkey miss the smut and bronny is so sexy once she leaves Korea (spoiler)

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This was a wild read from start to finish! I find it a little strange you came to a writer who is older than Jungkook to insult women who are older than Jungkook --we don't condone any age-related hate around here, but especially not about women in their 30s living and loving! -- but you also insult teenagers so I take it you only like poeple you're own age? 😅 I definitely encourage you to broaden your mindset here though. You will continue to age, and you will also be older than people around you, and you too will understand in the not so distant future that 30s is not old at all, and that you still deserve all the happiness and romance and to be the protagonist of stories 🥰

Other than that though, I'm very glad you've enjoyed my stories! I just wrote what I wanted to read and didn't expect it would resonate with others and have been delighted to find there are those who it does! There are SO many aspects of life, and pregnancy and motherhood are not the journey for all women, but it's a space I've also found oddly lacking in honesty and variety in many of the stories I've read so it's been fun to connect with others or even just present new ideas around what those aspects of life can look like.

And look I'm all for messiness in stories 😈 I think people make mistakes and behave badly and can be their worst selves in certain situations and it's good to represent that honestly! And sometimes I just want a guilty pleasure messy story without apology😎You're totally right, Amended would have been a very different story. Personally, I do not think it would have gone well, but maybe they would have figured things out eventually and still ended up somewhere happy! You bet your buns I've written accidental pregnancy stories (other than Meadow)... one I may share some day, the other ones I"m not so sure, they were a little too guilty-pleasure to post I think 😂

[hollowfaith]

1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

QUESTIONS FOR MUN

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play?

ughhhh this is hard...im gonna cheat and go for nostalgia ok

although i think i missed the mark with her muse in some places i have a special fondness for dahlia hawthorne and her specific brand of caustic sarcasm.

i don't think i've ever come up with so many different creative insults during her runtime...also she had the neatest mix of relationships with random muses, not just in AA cast (tho i remember her tormenting at least 3 different feenies??) but beyond, notably izaya and edward cullen comes to mind.

i also really liked my run as kasen kanesada because he's a very lyrical sword (or at least works hard to cultivate that image) so i had to express that in writing and ended up having a lot of fun doing flowery replies and making up poetry and generally going big ham. (it did take a lot of mental energy though so i started losing steam later on.)

i remember he had a thread with FGO Shakespeare that was pretty nice cause we got to be nerdy and talk about eastern/western literature lolololol, then for his challenge he had to kill like 5 ppl in 24 hours so i actually got 5 volunteers to get decapitated and RP'd mini threads with them all, which was wild (and again a very, very random mix of muses including X-Files Fox Mulder)

i didn't RP OCs back then but i like them a lot now too! the lack of art is an unfortunate reality but the amount of customization you get in exchange...so powerful.

5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse?

stupid guy won't just kiss klaus and marry him that would solve 99% of their problems hey klaus are u listening u need to seduce this idiot or something so his brain has nothing but u all day to keep him out of mischief hey hey klaus

ahem

also his unspoken obligation to be lawful good (in his POV) really limits his ability to "act out," so sometimes i need to find different ways to de-escalate situations before he hits moral event horizon. you know, flattery and adoration goes a long way in wrapping him around your finger, i'm surprised more people don't try (i guess they can't stand him long enough to get there lol)

7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote?

i remember answering this question on another meme maybe...?

there's a more accurate answer now: pre-tumblr, i remember RPing a Lopmon on some digimon forum once upon a time. also remember the mod that was RPing with me called me out for "slight godmodding" because i was describing how my digimon was crossing a bridge and apparently that was taking things too much into my own hands LOLOL

8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you?

i've started written novels but i haven't finished any except for like, a couple of original oneshots. technically Veoc is a supporting character/love interest (spoilers: he's not the canon pairing) in a sci-fi story where i have the general plot laid out but y'know, actually writing it is... *flops down*

9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past?

i definitely wrote more in the past but i've slowed down to a trickle since then. uhhhh i want to start up again, maybe with drabbles/oneshots, but i need to catch up on canon first before i try to do the characters justice

10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple?

god a part of me regrets giving Aury his fancy brackets b/c i have to copy/paste that thing in every reply

so yeah i am never doing that again i just wanna open up a post and type my reply and be done with it, bless.

same with icons as long as they show a face and expression (or even body part) im happy wheee i've got plots to write

11. When did you start roleplaying?

i can't remember...gotta be probably early to mid high school cause i didn't know RP existed back then

12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr?

forums, emails, tried a LJ group but my app got rejected so i didn't even get in (ROFL), tumblr has been the most stable medium with most long-term interactions though

[luffythinker]

IM ON A PROTOTYPE MHA KICK and i need to talk to someone about it and i know you'll care about my hyperfixation.

This is out of context i know but im trying to get you up to speed on what im talking about though i feel like your gonna be reading all this going "huh" cause i didn't explain it to you correctly but bare with me pleasE? i wanna scream

I LOVE THIS POST SO MUCH FOR EXPLAINING THIS its so interesting Prototype Deku's name is Akatani Mikumo and the prototype Bakugo nicknamed him based on recklessness Yamikumo -> dark cloud HBHJ BHJ GHHGG im in love with this

But lets take it from the top of what im thinking sort of AU sort of two parted thing. Also this twitter thread is sooooo good too just explaining the one shots Hori did before MHA but it's mostly just feels like Shigarki and Deku in other lives

and this thread showing all the prototype designs not expecting you to read them all in one sitting but i did bc im insane.

Lets just get into the prototypes im sorry im just gonna talk jvktngjk im crazy right now in this sort of AU world?

SO Yamikumo (Deku)

He's like everything Deku is not, i see him as a coward because in the oneshot "Black Milk" one of Hori's friends did where they used this design to make a bad guy once he saw that he was losing after he threw a car off a highway he tried to run and became afraid

I think despite being a coward is personality is that of - if he's helping so one he's also ridiculing them for being too weak to do it themself yet he's here! standing up and helping them, that kind of personality cause in that post it explains that Bakugo nicknames him Yamikumo for being reckless, i like to imagine he says he doesn't want to help but he does it anyway/ends up helping people cause he can't stand the sight of someone in danger so Bakugo calls him reckless cause he always jumps in without a plan a opposite to Deku almost cause Deku does think things through sometimes but Deku is reckless Yamikumo is reckless in almost the same way.

LETS talk about Bakugo now,

So his name is Gougou in the prototype, Bakugo Gougou, the way it explains his personality sounds to me almost like Senku and that's insane to me, the dynamic between Bakugo and Deku is so different like "natural born genius who inadvertently insults people" he's proud about his intelligence and he can back it up he isn't being rude from his perspective

Which brings me to Kirishima before i talk about Uraraka

He was supposed to be a delinquent, AGAIN can you imagine the dynamic between Bakugo and Kirishima?? this fanart i enjoy this interaction, Kirishima thinking Bakugo's ego is bold but also i think they would have some semblance of a bully situationship going on, Bakugo isn't scared of him at all the way Kirishima isn't scared of regular Bakugo but i still think scenes of Kirishima Gougou exist like "WHOA HEY DONT DO THAT!" frighteningly

Delinquent Kirishima he was tired of being of no use and instead of putting on a "manly" persona he became a jerk, he doesn't want to let anything bother him and feel weak he acts like a jerk, his character arc would be him calming down like original Bakugo

Her name was going to be "Yu Takeyama" she was going to have Mt. Lady's identity and Gigantification Quirk i call her Yuraraka

by looks alone she looks like she might be involved, like she doesn't wanna associate with anyone however shes supposed to be like Mt Lady so she probably is shy and quiet but puts on a mean persona and likes to get paid the way Mt Lady originally did idk i have thoughts but they aren't all together yet.

Shes somehow YamiKumo and Gougou's friend i feel like she's moreso Gougou's friend and thinks Yamikumo is a weirdo and always says how she can agree with what Gougou is saying always putting Yamikumo down but it doesn't bother him.

Iida i think from these sketches he looks like flaunts how rich he is with the expensive looking watch on his arm but he's a bad boy? look at that wild hair and that hair growing on his chin, he's an upstart, he's arrogant he and Kirishima might clash alot be those two boys who're always fighting in class he's Kirishima's rival sort of? or maybe just a guy he doesn't like. I don't know how he feels about Yamikumo i haven't thought that far or how he would feel about Uraraka

Also what is that Cheetah mask jvtgrbfhjx

Midnight was gonna be their homeroom teacher, she looks to me like she would let a lot of things slide in the classroom since UA's like they let the teachers teach however they want, i feel like if Iida and Kirishima would start fighting she'd let them take it outside have the whole class watch and gather what they learn from this as a learning experience "NOW CLASS why did Kirishima or Iida win/lose?" and have everyone explain in front of them why they thought they won or not then have her explain what it was or agree with a classmate who got it right. she would be putting Kirishima and Iida to sleep alot cause they are rowdy

Prototype Tsu and Toru were originally dudes

their wiki say

I think Tsu might stay the same i can't imgine Tsu other way but somebody once said they think if Tsu was a man Tsu would hold a larger role in my hero and it's sad but i agree i sadly think Tsu would have more screentime if she was a dude :/ that being said i don't enjoy male Tsu for that reason i just enjoy male Tsu cause he's cute

Toru wouldn't change very much but i very high key enjoy her a girl cause i like women

Kaminari looks way too much like Mic, he pegs me as trying to hang out with Kirishima or Iida which ever one won the fight or is shown to be stronger (surround yourself with strong people and you'll never be hurt kinda of guy) and trying to be a delinquent but hes just not cut out for it not because he's too nice but he's too much of a coward with a bad attitude but the moment somebody kicks his butt he tries to be on their good side so he doesn't get hurt anymore, he underestimates himself and he's a sort of a bully that pretends to overestimate himself in front of others, i hope you get what im saying

I think Momo, her normal weight is bigger but she wants to look “beautiful” so she’s always seen as skinny using her quirk to burn all fat, i did speak to you about me and my friend's AU based off this prototype AU where i gave designs i think?? i'll talk about that another time im just spilling my mind about the design and personalities rn

Mina looks insane, i think she would be ditzy, not dumb shes really silly and she knew Kirishima in middle school they either didn't interact like canon or they used to be friends? i don't know maybe she thought they were friends but Kirishima was always jealous of her

Those are all the pictures and thoughts i have for now i hope you can grasp soemthing from this and find it as interesting as i do

omg I don't even know what to say this is so incredible ?!?! I didn't even know about all of these, just vaguely remember seeing the prototypes to deku and kirishima some time ago, but I love your analysis and input on it!!!

I gotta say I really like the prototype for Mt lady, she looked so cute!! and tsu as well, she always gave off lesbian vibes but the male prototype really looks like a butch tsu and i love it ?!?!? and form mina i love that he changed herkfkfkfkfkf this original one looks like it would be a completely different character, and i really love our cool mina

really amazing of you to put effort into all this, it's incredible 💓💓💓

[thepinkcrayon]

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🥺arguing about things but in an 'I love you' type of way. Steve and Danny have carguments and Mac and Jack bicker in the field.

🎢my wildest ride is probably take away the part that hurts and let the rest remain. It's not even that wild but it is a ride. One of my only planned multichaps

👀 MacDalton rendition room play like I did for McDanno sneakypeek:

“You should go ahead and get it all off your chest now, pretty boy.”

“What?”

A heavy sigh followed a heavy hand landing on Mac’s tense shoulder. “Tell me the name of your contact. ‘S all I need from ya. One name and you get to leave.”

“What kind of bullshit, discount CIA interrogation tactic is that?”

Mac wasn’t expecting the slap that handed solidly on his left cheek at all. It stung immediately, blue eyes watering under the blindfold. 

“Alright, then,” his captor said easily, suddenly much closer to Mac’s face. “Didn’t wanna hurt your pretty little face, sugar.” He sounded almost apologetic. 

Mac scowled. “Don’t worry about my face, asshole. Worry about what I’m going to do when I get free, what my team will do to you.”

“Then I have nothing to worry about; you ain’t gettin’ free until I want you to get free. Your team? Ain’t worried about them at all, honey. You’re stuck with me, Angus.” His name wasn’t said maliciously, just knowingly. Letting Mac know that he knew details about him.

and for those McDanno fans, some high school AU:

Danny stood up, reaching down to help Steve up. Steve kept hold of Danny’s hand after he was standing, following the shorter man’s lead towards a storage shed across the yard. Danny picked the lock easily (with a bobby pin that was in his pocket) and found an old moving blanket. He shook it out and spread it on the ground, grinning at his boyfriend. “Nice, huh? Quiet, private… Kinda romantic.”

“Why do you have a bobby pin in your pocket?”

“That’s what you’re focused on?” Steve sat down and grabbed Danny’s hand to tug him to sit next to him. He pulled Danny’s short legs over his lap.

“Yeah. Why do you have a bobby pin in your pocket?”

“Gracie… my sister… remember her? Four foot tall, hair down to her butt that Danno has to braid daily?”

“Yeah, Danno, I’m well aware of Gracie. Why do you still have it?”

“Are you getting at something?”

“You’ve been hanging out with MacGyver too much,” he teased.

“You think he taught me that?”

“No, but I think he gave you the idea of carrying a bobby pin, you delinquent.” Steve grinned, fingers massaging Danny’s frequently-pained knee.

“Your boyfriend finds a perfect little hideaway for some private time and you insult him?”

“I don’t think you what was ‘perfect’ means, sweetheart. I do like having you to myself, though.”

Danny grabbed Steve’s face and planted a heavy, smacking kiss on Steve’s lips. “You. I love you. You’re a big pain in the ass, but I love you. Now hush. I’m smokin’ my joint.”

🧠 You didn't pick a character, so I'll pick... Danny

Danny Williams: Danny grew up in a big family, so he wants a big family. His ideal number is 3.

[lavalais76]

I made a comment on YouTube about Jon and Sansa being "endgame", and I was attacked with "daggers in the dark". 😂 No, truly. They insulted me and called me stupid and that Sansa didn't matter. She was only a side character. I'm like, "WHAT"?

Sansa is one of the most important characters if not THE important character in the whole series other than Jon. It's soooo obvious these two. I mean they are the loudest silence, and a part of you wonders wtf happened where they rarely mention each other. I think Sansa made the distinguish of "half brother" in her mind because she may have had some sort of secret crush on Jon. Just like Waymar Royce.

I mean, of course Catelyn played her role, but still. As for Jon...... Lord don't even get me started on him. He holds a lot back from us and pour all his feelings into Arya. Arya is his little sister though. I'm his mind, Sansa is NOT and it could be from a secret crush as well. Especially when he runs out of the feast crying after seeing Sansa and Joffery.

I also believe that Sansa is the girl in grey on a dying horse and she and Jon will take Winterfell back together añd will fall in love during the process. The show tested us with that, but I'm assuming GRRM didn't want book readers to know EVERYTHING.

Sansa will be the reason Jon and maybe Arya kills Dany. We already saw Jon play this role before with Ygritte. We've seen him lie and plot. He even had thoughts of killing Ygritte before she was struck down. (I still say it was his arrow that killed her)

There were 4 fake BEASTS in Sansa Stark's life. We have Joffery, Tyrion, The Hound, and Little finger. All these "wanna be beasts" are leading up to the REAL BEAST which is Jon Snow. Before Jon was stabbed he was already a bit ruthless. For one, I don't believe Jon even Died. Near death experience? YES. The SNOW is what will save him. Hypothermia actually slows the blood flow and we don't even know how fatal these stab wounds are.

Melsandra will come to believe that it is her who resurrected Jon, but his wolf will have EVERYTHING to do with it. In fact, Ghost May even be killed while he releases Jon's soul back to his own LIVING BODY, and Ghosts shadow will also slip into Jon's body turning him into the REAL BEAST.

I feel that something terrible will go down in the Vale causing Sansa Stark to flee North to her only known living family at the wall, a d Brianne knows the Jon is all that Sansa has left for now. Brianne and Jamie or possibly someone else will help Sansa flee. She may take the same route Ned took to go save Lyanna during Robert's Rebellion. (How poetic) It's like a gender swap.

Sansa will arrive there shortly after Jon is up or "resurrected" and she will be the only one to temper Jon, just like she did the hound. Sansa has a very big role to play in all of this. Val is not a real princess (according to Jon) but we know who really is. 😊

Castle Black will be sooo chaotic after Jon's Stabbings and the wildings will be holding it down AND protecting Jon's body until he wakes up. I also think that Sansa Stark has powers as well. She is destined for the North, because her wolf is the ONLY wolf buried there,and as Melsandra says, "the bones remember" 😉

Sorry for rambling.

People who make entire blogs dedicated to being anti jonsa, and then bait it by conveying a user such as “jonsa…” are actually so fucking weird. I’m begging y’all to get a job , my god . If you don’t like a ship , then don’t interact with it and perhaps engage with the ship that you actually like and are passionate about. Stop stalking the Jonsa tag to laugh and giggle about it with your friends and then make intentionally misleading posts and accounts to lure shippers in bc I guess we’re just the most hateful disgusting people in the fandom and deserve to rot and be ridiculed. Please get a life !!!

[smallestapplin]

I'm gonna have to go find the Adaman x nonbinary masc reader x Volo one damn lol. I'm really happy to see that you do write any gender reader =D Ok though, my actual request lol. So preferably Guzma and/or Piers finding out that the cute, polite and quiet masc librarian moonlights as a loud and lewd (and clearly out of the closet) rock star. If there are any other characters you wanna write for with this prompt I thoroughly encourage! -FTM Anon

Finally, I get to be gay and do crime.

Reader is male!

🔞18+🔞 for lewd language!

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💀Guzma💀

- probably has never bothered you aside from one time.

- He thought, from what he assumed, the shy polite librarian would be an easy target to bully.

- But he was wrong, your Pokémon are stronger than he thought.

- But it made him respect you, especially with how you didn’t insult him, just thanked him for the battle and went right back to work.

- He found you adorable anyways, he kinda pictures protecting you with how cute you look.

- Never thought he had a chance though, sure you’re a book nerd but that doesn’t mean you’d go for a guy like Guzma, or another guy in general.

- So imagine his surprise when he sees you in such a setting. He almost didn’t recognize you.

- The sweet cute librarian, who speaks in such a mellow and calm voice. Screaming at the top of his lungs about some of the raunchiest things he’s ever heard.

- You were singing your heart out on that stage about getting railed by another man and the crowd is thriving off it.

- Guzma takes it all in, from the outfit, your words, and your act, it makes it clear to him he does have a shot.

- So the next time he is by your library he lays it down thick.

- It was a slow down and you were just happily putting books away when he suddenly appeared pinning you against the book shelf.

- “And to think I thought you were shy and cute!”

- “I-I’m sorry?”

- “That little rockstar ‘sona of yours was a delight to see.” Guzma laughs at your flushed face.

- “Now tell me, I gotta shot at givin you a wild ride?”

- You stammer and stutter over words, not at all expecting this, a full minute of this before you can get out a squeaky “yeah sure.”

- “It’s a date then! Pick ya up after your shift.”

- You can only sink to the ground after he leaves.

- this is it, this is how you go.

🎸Piers🎸

- Piers has met you a few times at the library you work at. He use to go there all the time for books for Marine.

- And while he shows up less he also kinda had a crush on you.

- You run that library. And you dress in such a cute way fitting for a librarian. If you wear reading glasses and look up at him over them he melts.

- You’re such a soothing person to just exist around, and it’s nice. It’s different from his usual life style on stage.

- Your voice is even and you’re so kind to him when he walks in.

- He is stunned at the turn of events.

- The usual sweet, mellow toned librarian, who seems like he’d never yell a day in his life or flush at such lewd topics.

- Belting out possibly the lewdest and rock song about riding a man.

- Piers can’t take it, his brain is melting and face burning bright red the more you sing.

- It doesn’t help he loves your voice is perfect to him.

- The rockstar wanted to stay and watch but he was getting hot under the collar and had to leave to cool down.

- And when he saw you again, in your sweet librarian outfit and calm voice, welcoming him in.

- But he is acting so off.

- “I apologize if I overstep, but are you alright sir?”

- Oh he could hardly look at you without blushing. But he knew a bit more about you now! Maybe he can take Marnie’s advice now.

- “Sorry I just…uh…”

- “Piers, sir? Are you feeling okay?”

- “Yeah, yeah, I just…do you want to go out for a coffee sometime?” Piers spoke quickly, eyes locked onto the wall behind you.

- He feels himself melt and his heart break at your cute laugh.

- “I’d love to, my shift ends at six if that works.”

- He haphazardly writes down his phone number and gives it to you.

- “Great! See ya then.”

- He goes home and screams in his at home studio.

- TWO ROCKSTARS GET TOGETHER-