#'if you talk this way it tells me you hate me' kinda nonsense. babe I know none of the tones ever

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

"unspoken phannie rules" is funnee but tbh the phrase "unspoken rules" scares me shitless. Please speak your rules, I'm autistic and know none of them ever, like, EVER

#also if you tell me One thing like 'dont do this'/'dont speak this way to me' i will Not be able to apply your logic to other instances #sorry some of us are worse at unspoken rules than others even within auties #engage in good faith you guys. saw some concerning fandom posts (about other fandoms) that scared me today lol #'if you talk this way it tells me you hate me' kinda nonsense. babe I know none of the tones ever #you can tell me it about one thing and I'll still misspeak about something else tomorrow. pls support auties in fandom #in a Real Sense. accomodate our symptoms. engage in good faith #evem if you are Nd/autistic yourself. maybe there's something you Understand™ that I personally won't get no matter how i try

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Why Pity When You Can Party

Summary: You've finally had enough of everyone and their shit after movie night. This is mostly a poorly written vent.

Lewie x f!MC

Warnings: cursing, not super detailed oral (f receiving), kissing, lots of well placed anger, kinda nsfw

Word count: 1,240ish

A/N: As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated. If I forgot a vital tag, let me know.

You're curled on the daybeds, grateful to have a moment away from the loud arguments in the villa. Frankly, you couldn't give a shit less about what's happening between any of them but if you have to hear Grace whine her way through another double standard or Amelia turn another one of her fuck ups into a pity party, or God forbid Marshall say another snide comment about Oz, you might actually vomit on the astroturf.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

"No, Elliot. You're mistaken. It isn't me. But if I was me, I'd tell you to go fuck off someplace."

"Oh." He sounds dismayed, but Elliot is not one to give up. "I just wanted to check up on you. No one had seen you since the end of Movie Night. Are you sure you don't want company?"

Instead of immediately answering, you close your eyes, hiding resolutely beneath the sheet. "...fuck off someplace, El."

There's still chaotic sounds from inside and you wonder if they'll tear the building apart. More footsteps approach but you don't bother to move, neither wanting to see nor hear whoever it is.

"Y/N? Can we talk? It's about Ozzy. What he did really hurt me." Grace. Fucking Grace and her nonsense. On day one, she seemed so pretty and fun, but ever since has proven herself to be more toxic than the pool water at Casa.

Sitting up, you let the cover fall away and glare at her when she steps closer. "Don't sit. Don't stay. Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

"You're being rude."

Anger flares up in your mind and you grab the first thing you can, your water bottle, and fling it in her direction. "Are you deaf? I said go away!"

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, Lewie comes down and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey babe. It's just me." He waits half a breath before stretching out beside you and throwing his arm around where he guesses your middle is.

"Lewie, I'm out here so I can be alone."

"I know. I'm out here, being alone with you…and keeping everyone else away."

You smile a little, pressing against him, "Thank you."

"Do you want to talk or do you want quiet?"

You find his hand and squeeze, grateful for his solid warmth beside you. He takes your silence as an answer and cuddles you close. "I'm just so annoyed with everyone, Lew. I'm not having fun today. Movie Night was a drama and that was fine. It's just… everyone is being so stupid. I'm upset with everyone. I hated being at Casa. They made me go to the Hideaway with some pushy idiot and nobody even bothered to ask me. I keep getting dragged into drama that I don't give a shit about… I'm tired and I don't want to talk to any of them."

He kisses the top of your head, "I could tell something was off with you. Want me to tell everyone to fuck off?"

"Just be with me. You're the only person in here who doesn't make me want to rip my hair out."

"Lucky for me. I happen to like your hair." You shift onto your back, letting him join you beneath the sheet. "I like all of you, really."

"Do you now? Mm, how much?"

"Well, let's see." He traces the tip of his finger down your nose and over your lips before kissing you gently. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, his lips trailing down your neck, over your chest, nipping at your stomach, until he stops at the edge of your shorts. "Enough to eat you out on the daybeds in front of everyone if you want."

"Lew!" You hiss in warning, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

He's grinning up at you, blue eyes wide and innocent, before he starts nuzzling along your leg and you can't help but giggle when his stubble tickles your thigh. "What do you say, babe? You can keep watch, I'll do all the work. Let me kiss it better."

Watching him softly brush his lips against you, whispering pleas into your skin pushes you over the edge and you nod. He eagerly unties your shorts and you glance around the empty yard before letting your eyes fall closed.

How long has it been since you've had this much alone time with Lewie? Too damned long. Then his mouth is on you, strong hands shifting your legs apart and urging one over his shoulder as you press back into the pillows. You arch your hips toward him but still when you hear dishes clatter in the outdoor kitchen. Roberto is walking back inside just as Lewie lays his arm across your waist to pin you in place, letting you know he has absolutely no plans of stopping until he's done.

It isn't long before your orgasm hits, your heel digging into Lewie's back while waves of bliss envelop you. He works you through it, his fingers and tongue slowing when your breathing settles. Everything feels too good and you smile at Lewie when he slides up to join you, looking very proud of his work.

"I needed that as much as you did, baby. Damn, I've missed you."

"And we're not done yet. Come here." Urging him into a needy kiss, you guide him to lay on top of you, already feeling his hardness brush your leg. "I'm gonna take care of you, too." His large hands cup your cheeks, deeply kissing you until a distinct sound, heels clacking on concrete.

Amelia interrupts, "So sorry, but I can pull you for a chat? It'll just be a second."

You break the kiss just long enough to glare at her, "No, but you can go fuck yourself. So try that and then get back to me. Or don't."

"Y/N!"

Rage washes over you. Finally, you've had enough. Interrupting your alone time with Lewie is the final straw. Giving him another kiss, you tap his hip. "Lewie, darling, give me just a second. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

The walk to the fire pit across the lawn might be the shortest you've ever had. Amelia opens her mouth to speak, but you light into her first. "I don't care what you have to say. Just listen. I don't care about Zeph anymore. I don't care about your new snakey crush on whatever boy you perceive as the most dramatic choice. You're so goddamn nosy! Not everything in this place is about you. You're upset that Marshall or Roberto or whoever was a snakey piece of trash? Newsflash, your type is snakey pieces of trash! Embrace your garbage. Not everyone deserves a good guy. Maybe your taste in men is from the universe giving you what you deserve."

Amelia's mouth is open in shock, but she still isn't interrupting, so you continue. "Amelia, unless you're pulling me aside for a chat that directly involves ME in immediate danger of being murdered, I don't want to hear it. We're stuck together 24/7 in here, you can find a better fucking time to talk to me than when I'm literally under my man! Now get the hell away from me! Go find someone else to feel sorry for you. Try Grace. She loves pity."

"Y/N."

"No. Don't want to hear your noise. I'm going to fuck Lewie on the daybeds. I'll see you tomorrow."

#litg double trouble #litg s6 #litg lewie #lewie x mc #litg ficlet

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Kingdom of Ash, Day 9

Ch 62

Dorian and Manon are such a hard couple for me to root for. I can tell they care about each other - but they haven’t had a long time to explore their relationship. I feel like they’ve been starting to in this book. But it’s hard, especially with the way Dorian thinks it’s all up to him to steal the last Wyrdkey at all costs.

(It’s hard to focus on emotions when there’s a big, scary war happening and the fate of the world and everything rests on it) (but still) (I really like both Manon and Dorian individually)

(I would have liked to see a little more from them before this proposal and breakup.)

I can’t believe Dorian took the wyrdkeys with him and just left. How horrible for Manon, to wake up and find him gone, after she tried so hard to convince him to stay! And Dorian, hitting it and quitting it, what a bastard. I’m so disappointed in him! I’m sure he felt like he had to go through with this, especially with Manon describing their potential marriage as a “sacrifice” - like baby boy just wants to be treated like he’s important and he’s loved and he didn’t want to hear her say that - but I can’t help but feel like everything he did was the wrong choice.

That being said.

We do have to get the Wyrdkeys, it’s kinda important.

And there are bigger things at play than falling in love and getting married.

I just like those things more than being a tragic hero, lol.

(Don’t be a hero, Dorian)

(Or if you feel like doing it, don’t be a tragic one)

Ch 63

Man- Aedion and Lysandra and the others were still in the most DIRE situation when I paused. I hate coming back to this.

At least a little bit of backup is here

Thanks, Captain Rolfe, appreciate you…

And hang in there, you guys. Help is on the way. All hope is not lost.

(Someone needs to give Ansel of Briarcliff a hug and tell her everything’s gonna be alright)

Ch 64

“Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that far bigger things mattered, in this war especially. And yet the hand grasping his ... He'd never known anything more precious.”

That’s what I’m talking about! Nothing matters except falling in love, you fools! Stop all this nonsense and just kiss each other and tell each other you love each other!

(Elide and Lorcan are doing it right)

(The rest of these couples need to catch up)

Ch 65

Aw poor Manon. He’ll be ok.

Don’t get too heartbroken, babe. You’ve got a war to fight.

North - to Terrasen!

Ch 66

I’m very sad that Aelin will never be a goddess again, and it’s a bummer that she can’t use her goddess powers to evaporate Maeve.

But, like Rowan, I’ll be glad it never happens again as long as Aelin doesn’t have to suffer.

I’m so sick of her talking about wanting to end things. Girl needs therapy so bad. Yrene, when you get some time, our friend Aelin needs your help with her mental health crisis.

Ch 67

“Could Yrene heal them? Erawan and Maeve? I don't know why I didn't think of it.”

I would literally love that, lol, but I somehow don’t think it will be that easy

Poor Rowan. He really, really wants a family.

I do hope Aelin recovers enough to build one with him. I hope she doesn’t give up. I hope she finds a way to save the world without dying to forge the lock.

(Or Dorian - lol - I still love you Dorian, you piece of shit)

I literally don’t understand Chaol’s dad. He’s such a bitter old man, you’d think he would be happy that Chaol came here at all - that the battle waged in his lands was one where they survived. You’d think he’d be pleased that Chaol’s in such good standing with the new world order. Instead, he’s just pissed off that his whole family hates him, and he can’t control them anymore. It’s sad that he lost his wife and Chaol’s brother because of his own shittiness. It’s sad that the only one who cares for him at all is Chaol, and it’s sad that he’s pushing him away instead of working to let this trauma heal. I would have liked to have seen him apologize for being a shitty father. I would have liked for him to confess that he loved his son. I guess it doesn’t always work that way, and at least Chaol didn’t murder him like Dorian did with his dad. Maybe the door is still open. If we never see him again after today, well, I guess that’s fine too.

PART TWO BABIES. HERE WE GO. IT’S GO TIME.

#tog read along 2023 #kingdom of ash

[wildernessuntothemselves]

How Do You Do

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: smut

Summary: Chan is the thottie life guard at your beach that’s been trying to het into your pants since forever but hasn’t exactly earned it. 

“It’s the big event today.” Chan’s voice rings out from over the counter, and you get up from trying to look for a certain bottle of liquor to look at him. ”Will you cheer me on, babe?”

“Depends.” You smirk, pushing your arms against the counter, the action emphasizing your breasts in the bikini top you are wearing and drawing Chan’s attention to your cleavage.  “Only if you put on a good show for me.”

You know he will. He’s always trying to impress you. It’s kinda adorable. And despite his bravado, he blushes at your words and mumbles, “I always put on a show for you.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!” He yelps, and thrusts a bottle of sunscreen in your hands. You look at him quizzically and he regains his cocky facade. “Help me put the sunscreen on. I don’t want to get sun burned while I’m rocking your world.”

You roll your eyes, “Alright, come back here, handsome.”

Chan obeys, dimples on full display. You stand behind him, squeezing some sunscreen on your hand before smearing it on his shoulder blades. Running your hands along his shoulders and down his bulging arms, you have to admit, the boy is ripped.

As if he can hear what you’re thinking, he says, “You’re focusing so much on my arms, baby. You like my muscles?”

“I do.” You don’t miss a beat, massaging said arms. “Hmm, what a big boy.”

You can’t see his face but you can see the way his ears turn red and you know you’ve successfully flustered him. Satisfied, you let your arms drop to his pecs where you “accidentally” brush your fingers over his nipples and get rewarded with the whimper he clearly tries to hold in. 

For good measure, you sweep over his nipples again, this time eliciting a weak moan from him, before your hands move to his lower abdomen, rubbing the cream in circles and feeling his abs clench under you. 

You know he’s getting turned on, and just for fun, you breathe against his ear as you swirl your fingers just over the waistband of his shorts. Chan shivers and tries to pull away. 

“Okay, t-thank you.” He stutters, moving away but you pull him back against your chest. “I haven’t done your legs yet, baby.” 

“That’s okay. I’ll do them myself.” He struggles to say, but you immediately shut him down. 

“Nonsense.” You say firmly, “Turn around, Channie.” 

He hesitates before obeying, a grimace on his face as he turns around, flustered and taking sneaky glances at you. You don’t even acknowledge the tent in his shorts. Instead, you squirt more sunscreen onto your palm and get on your knees. 

“W-what are you doing?!” Chan yelps, but you just wrap your hands around his calves and work the sunscreen into his skin, making your way up his legs silently, focused. By the time you reach his thighs, he’s panting and his dick is straining against his shorts, almost as if it’s trying to reach your mouth that was just in front of it. Slipping your hands just under the legs of his shorts, you look up at him. His breath hitches as he holds your gaze for a second before you break it and stand up. 

“There. All done.” 

Chan’s knees almost give way and he stares at you in shock. “But---”

“The competition is going to start soon.  Run along now, baby boy. You have some impressing to do.” 

You laugh to yourself as you watch Chan limp to the men’s room.

____________

And boy did he impress. He won all the competitions he participated in. 

Naturally, he was strutting towards you by the end of the day, confident and waiting for you to fawn over him. 

“Look, baby girl. I won.” He puffs his chest out, displaying his trophies for you. 

“You sure did.” You smirk, and he frowns at your lack of fawning. “Don’t I get a reward?”

"What about all those trophies?"

He pouts, setting them on the bar and coming around to you even though he wasn't allowed to do that. "I meant a reward from you."

You cock your head to the side and move close to him, pressing your body against his. “Yeah, like what?”

He pauses for a second, flushing at your closeness, before saying, “A kiss would be nice.” 

You laugh, brushing his hair back. “You’re cute.” 

Chan frowns. “I’m not cute. I’m sexy.” He complains, voice slurring. “When will you take me seriously?”

“Maybe when you stop ordering tons of drinks from me just so you’d have the chance to talk to me.” You say and he whines. “So you know I like you! Why are you playing so hard to get then?”

“Because baby,” You purr, brushing your nose against his. You push him against the counter and place your knee between his legs, pressing your thigh against his dick. “You don’t impress me the slightest bit. I eat boys like you for breakfast.” 

“What do I have to do?” He whimpers, using the chance to grind against your thigh. “I’ll do anything for you.” 

“I know you will.” You kiss along his jaw and down his neck, making him buck harder against your thigh. “I could suck you so good, you wouldn’t have anything else to give another woman. I could edge you so long you’d cum on command. I could fuck you so good, you won’t be able to get your pretty dick off without my pussy again.” 

You bite down on his neck, making him groan and throw his head back in ecstasy. 

“But I won’t. You wanna know why?”

He lets out a weak sad moan, shaking his head at your question and desperately waiting for you to explain. 

“Because you haven’t earned it.”

“How do I earn it?” He says right away, breathless and needy. 

“Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face and show me that you can handle what I have to give.” You explain, running your fingers around his nipple oh-so-slow. “Start by giving yourself a ruined orgasm. If you can handle doing that without trying to save it, then maybe I’ll touch you.” 

______________________

He tries. He tries so much but he always fails, jerking himself off just as he pushes himself over the edge, unable to take the pain that comes with cumming untouched. 

Weeks pass by, and you feel disappointed. You really thought Chan could do it. But maybe he figured it would be easier to get a girl that would let him fuck her without any ifs or buts, and he had no shortage of that. He’s gorgeous for fuck’s sake. So yeah, you’re disappointed. You shouldn’t have put so much faith in a fuckboy like him. 

But then he surprises you. 

You had just participated in a wet t-shirt contest, not really taking into consideration if Chan will watch you or not. You figured he had already given up on you. But he shows up, standing in the audience and never taking his eyes off of you, not even sparing a glance to the other girls. You can feel his gaze eat your body up as the water turns your white shirt transparent and makes it stick to your braless tits, highlighting your nipples that pebble in the cold and seem to be the focus of Chan's transfixation.

By the time you step off the stage, he had dissapeared from the audience. But you don't have to wait long to know where he went as you promptly receive a message from him. It’s a video of him in what you recognize to be the lifeguard changing rooms. You can see him wearing the navy blue swim shorts he was wearing this morning, and right in the middle is his outlined and very hard dick straining against the material. You see his veiny hands twist around the top of it, giving him stimulation that nearly pushes him over the edge as it is. But he stops before it gets anywhere. 

Placing his hands on either side of his shorts, he alternatively tugs on them, moving the material over his hard dick. "Ah hurts baby…” He cries out as if you could hear him, “So sensitive… ahh AHHH…" 

You rub your thighs together at the scene in front of you. Watching Chan squirm and try to not touch his dick is hotter than you ever imagined. 

"Am I doing good?” He breathes out wantonly, and you can see his dick twitching behind his shorts. “Is this making you wet baby? Please tell me this is making you wet because I'm going crazy. Need you to like this."

You do like it. You like it so much. 

“You looked so good up there. Wanted to push you down and cum all over your tits so everyone will know that you’re mine. Hated how they were all gawking at my girl…”

It doesn’t take Chan long to cum, he was already so riled up by watching the white shirt you were wearing do nothing to conceal your hard, perked nipples under it. He wanted to so bad to fuck your tits and cum on your face, but he knew he had to earn it. So that’s what he was doing, putting on a good show for you so you’d let him fuck you.

You see his dick twitch before the white cum seeps through his shorts, making a mess and making you wish he was there so you could jump on him and ride his dick until he cries from overstimulation. 

You know he’ll take it well too. He’s been waiting so long for it. 

Opening up the chat, you type in a message. 

“Stay where you are, pup.”

___________

#stray kids smut #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #sub!idol #sub!chan

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Omg I love all your drabbles they are so amazing and brilliant I can’t believe you do that for free! What a blessing you are!! I was wondering whether there would be a part four to the vacation au and if not could you do maybe more jealous Cassian but in your lawyer au I’m obsessed but honestly anything you write has me happy!

This is so sweet I am so glad you’re loving the drabbles! I did a second part to the vacation AU a couple days ago so I’m going to go with Jealous Cassian in the lawyer AU. I already *kind* of did this but I’ve been doing jealousy light lately and this time we are cranking it up to 100. This one is kinda long and pretty angsty and I think I definitely need to smoosh all these lawyer drabbles into a mini story that follows Nessian from meeting while studying for the bar exam and then through snippets of their careers so maybe that’s what I’ll do next.

Actually facing Nesta in court was an extreme rarity. All of her non pro Bono work was strictly solicitor. Drafting contracts and negotiating deals in different chic board rooms with little glass bottles of Perrier and complimentary latte carts trolling the halls.

Nesta thought that she didn’t want to litigate. She thought that people didn’t like her and because of that she was a bad advocate. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Watching Nesta fight for something that she believed in, truly believed in, was the closest thing to a religious experience Cassian had ever known.

“And I would urge you to consider in your decision, your honour, the fact that even if it should apply in this case, the very law my learned friend is attempting to uphold is currently under review by the Supreme Court and may soon be overturned on the basis of being unconstitutional as well as unconscionable.” Nesta took a pregnant pause.

“If that happens. If this law is overturned, as you well know, it will not be retroactively helpful to my client. My client who was born here. My client who grew up in Queens. My client who can draw you a map of which bodegas has the best coffee vs the best sandwiches and their proximity to the nearest train, and if that doesn’t qualify her as an American, and a New Yorker, then I don’t know what does.” The judge smiled a little at that. It was a calculated risk, the emotional appeal. But Judge Miluski was already on Nesta’s side and she was a born and bread New Yorker and she had the rare distinction of being a member of the judiciary with a sense of humour. “If this law is overturned, which we both know is highly likely, then my client will be sent to another country, a country she has never even been to, not because she did anything wrong, but because this trial happened a few weeks too-”

Nesta trailed off, eyes caught at the quietly opening gallery door. A man stepped in. Tall and thin and… greasy. Hair slicked back with so much product Cassian didn’t think he’d feel it if he hit him on the head with a hammer. Which he desperately wanted to do. That brutish, violent, raised in foster homes in Harlem side of him that even a legal education and a closet full of Armani suits could never quite polish out of him lit on fire at the sight of this creep. This asshole who was wearing fucking asics with his $4000 suit. And no tie. Top three buttons of a pinstripe white shirt unbuttoned. What a fucking rube.

Except that this guy. THIS fucking guy, made Nesta lose her train of thought. This guy who walked into court late and had yet to drag his eyes up from Nesta’s ass, had distracted her. Caused her to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and smile a little. This shy, light, cutesy little smile that absolutely did not belong on Nesta Archeron’s face.

When Nesta smiled it was a sly, knowing, victorious thing that curled across her lips and set Cassian’s heart hammering in his chest.

This… this was insanity.

The man smirked, deep and arrogant, as he stood at the back of the courtroom, hands slid into his pockets. Not even respectful enough of the proceedings to sit down.

Nesta gathered herself quickly. The whole mess over in under 20 seconds, but Cassian noticed it. Even as Nesta went on and cited the law and the competing jurisprudence and the ethics and the constitution, he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was that little smile.

Cassian said his final piece, the judge ruled, as they both knew she would, in Nesta’s favor, and it was all over.

Nesta didn’t even gloat like she usually would have. She just stuck her hand out, the absolute picture of professionalism, and shook his.

“Good working with you, Counseler.” She said, as if he hadn’t pulled her around the side of a building and pushed her body up against a brick wall the other day, moulding her into him as they fought over this case. Discussed their future. Their passions.

She’d rejected his invitation to dinner, but she always did. It was a part of the game. A game that Cassian was determined to win.

“Who’s the tech bro?” The sneakers with the suit and the unbuttoned shirt and the general shitty attitude all pointed to that being the only reasonable profession.

“Babe,” the slimy man in question pushed past the swinging waist high half door that separated the gallery and the space where counsel’s desks sat. “Let’s go.” He wrapped and arm too tightly around Nesta’s waist and pulled on her a little.

Cassian curled his fists into his palms so hard his nails bit imprints into the skin of his palms. Babe? Telling her when to leave? The pulling? No.

“I’m Cassian.” He held out his hand. “ADA. What firm do you work for? Haven’t seen you around.”

“Tomas.” The man scoffed, “And I’m not a lawyer. Not interested in all that gibberish you’re type is always spewing. Sounds like pure nonsense to me. I’m a tech investor.”

Yeah. That sounded about right. No actual skills. Not an engineer or developer or even a business manager. Just an idiot with a trust fund throwing money at whatever looked cool.

“Well, Tomas. Do you know why they call that big exam full of all that gibberish you hate the bar exam?” The weasel just raised his eyebrows. “It’s because once you pass it, then you are an attorney. And allowed to cross past this BAR.” Cassian pushed Tomas back out the little half door again. “Which separates the civilians in the gallery from the lawyers making their cases. So maybe learn how to show a little respect.” Cassian scoffed, flicking his eyes to Nesta, “In a few different areas of your life.”

“What the fuck, bro?” Tomas rolled his eyes. “This is why I fucking hate going to your lawyer parties and shit. Jackasses like this.”

“Tomas, please.” Nesta placed a hand on his chest, Cassian tensed, and that seemed to calm Tomas down. Not Nesta’s touch, but another man’s jealousy.

“Why don’t you bring the car around. I have to work out a court date for another matter with Cassian but I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, ok.” Tomas glared, keeping eye contact with Cassian as he kissed Nesta’s cheek, hand travelling too far down her back. “Hurry though.”

“Of course.” Nesta smiled that same tiny little smile that made her look like a doll on a shelf and Cassian wanted to scream.

“What the fuck are you doing with a piece of shit like that?” Cassian minced no words as he turned to face Nesta.

“Excuse me?”

“Pretty straight forward question, Nes.”

“You… you don’t know him. He’s not like that once you get to know him.”

“Sure he’s not,” Cassian scoffed.

“What is your problem?”

“My problem is that your boyfriend, who I’ve never heard of or seen before today despite knowing you for years, had a chance to see you in court. Had a chance to watch you all fired up and passionate and brilliant and instead he walked in late, stared at your ass instead of listening to what you were saying, and then shoved his way up here and pulled at you to leave like you were some kind of toy he didn’t mind tearing the arm off of.”

Nesta blinked. Huffed out a breath. “We’ve been on again off again for a while. That’s why you haven’t seen him before. And he just doesn’t like lawyer stuff that’s why he’s like that in here ok? Not that it’s any of your business.”

“So you’re dating someone who not only doesn’t recognize how brilliant you are but won’t even let you talk about your job?” That was wrong. That was so wrong. That was… why Nesta was so intense with him. Why she debated and fought and talked for hours. Because she couldnt do it at home.

“Why do you even care, Cassian? Let’s just set a date and-”

“Fuck you, Nesta.” Her jaw fell open. “Fuck you for even asking me that. You know why I care. You can’t play dumb with me like I assume you do with him.”

“You don’t know anything about my relationship!” Nesta defended a little too vehemently.

“I know you can’t yell at him about his take on immigration laws,” Cassian stepped closer to her. “I know you can’t get a little tipsy off your favorite Malbec and go on a rambling tirade about the corrupt judiciary and your twenty three- or twenty five depending on the night- reasons why voting for judges completely undermines the integrity of the legal system.”

The was almost no space between them as Cassian looked down, gently set his hand under Nesta’s chin and raised her gaze to meet his. Burning with anger and passion and barely concealed desire. “I know that he didn’t understand why you were crying when RBG died. Because he doesn’t care about how appointing Supreme Court judges works or what that meant for the future of the court. And because I know that you weren’t with him that night. You were with me. Just like election night in 2016. And the Kavanaugh trials. And when the travel ban came into effect. You found me. Because I get it, and I care about your thoughts on all of those things. I’m devastated by them too. You were with me, Nes. And don’t you dare pretend that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does,” Nesta let her cheek sink into his palm. “It means everything Cassian, but…”

“But we fight,” he smiled. “We bicker and yell and cross ideologies and disagree on all the little things. But not the big things, Nes. Never on the big things. We disagree on how to change the world, not what we want to change in it. Isn’t that what matters?”

Nesta swallowed. “I can’t risk losing you.” She said quietly. “I need you. For all of those reasons, I need you to be in my life and if we… I hurt the people I love, Cassian. So if I let myself love you, I would only hurt you. And I can’t bear the thought of hurting you.”

“So you date him.” Realization was an arrow sailing into Cassian’s chest. “Because you won’t hurt him. Because you could never actually love him.”

Nesta swallowed. “See? See how awful I am?”

Cassian moved his hand to her back, pulled her into his chest. “Go,” he whispered. “Go do whatever you need to do. I’ll be here. And I’ll be waiting for you to realize that I’m not going anywhere. That I can take it. Whatever you want to throw at me, I can take it, Nes.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

[vanilla-vivillon]

So since y’all seemed to like Kanej kid, let’s do Zoyalai kid. Also David isn’t dead in this because it is to sad

||ROW SPOILERS||

TW, this has brief mentions of infertility and describes labor, nothing to graphic just talks about how painful it is

After the wedding zoya and Nikolai were both excited to start a family

Nikolai; while he adores his sister Linnea and his father, never really was able to grow up in a loving household

He never wanted that for his children

He and Vasily had a horrible relationship growing up and he wanted to di everything in his power to make sure his kids had a healthy sibling relationship

Zoya on the other hand never really thought she’d have kids

Before everything went down she kinda assumed she’d work as a general and work to help Grisha

She never thought she’d have children

That obviously had to change

The country needed heirs

Zoya already decided that since she was probably gonna live a loooooong time, when her heir came of age she would step down; that way she wouldn’t love for a super long time.

Now that Zoya was gonna have children she wasn’t honestly sure about

What if they hold her back?

What if she gives up to many duties for them?

But higher the all these other worries she didn’t want to turn into her own mother

No matter how much Nikolai assured her that never will happen

Zoya still had worries

Zoya was a lot of things but motherly she was not

Nevertheless in February Zoya and Nikolai told there friends they were expecting

They were all incredibly happy for them

Tamar loved children although she herself didn’t want any and couldn’t wait to teach the kid things like how to ride a horse or shoot

Tolya objected saying the kid should be well educated on poatry and great works that way the Nazyalensky dynasty might be somewhat pious

Genya was hoping for a girl. Genya and David had there son Forrest earlier that year and Genya was already planning play dates

David was happy for his friends and had already started on projects for toys for the kid

When they wrote Mal and Alina they were ecstatic

While Mal gave tips on how to handle babies to Nikolai

Alina with her wiles and years of friendship with Zoya figured out all the way from Keramzin Zoya was worried

She wrote “Zoya babe imma cut to the chase, your nervous, your scared, your probably worried you’ll turn out to be a horrible mother. And imma tell you your not. Cause you’ve got an amazing freaking team. You’ve got Nikolai, Magnus, Linnea, and Genya and David, the twins, and of course myself. There’s no way in hell we’d let you turn out horrible to the kid. We’ve got you”

It helped Zoya a lot

She decided it was orphan wiles that Alina used to diagnose her exact problem from the letter she wrote to her

And Zoya did have wonderful people to help her

She wasn’t alone

Zoya had been trying to remember that more

Three months along Zoya was safely into Trmester two and it was time to tell the public

This was crucial to the monarchy

While zoya and Nikolai were popular

They needed an heir to convive people of the security of the nation

They made a public speech announcing the baby and Ravka went wild

If there’s one thing Ravkans know how to do it’s rally around babies

Letter came pouring in from name suggestions to old wives tales

They said Rosemary made the baby healthier

They said they should name there child Plumje

Well the Plumje comment was from some Kerch girl Zoya found strange but never mind that

The announcement was huge

The people had hope

Hope that wolves wouldn’t come knocking

Hope that there boys and girls wouldn’t be drafted

Hope for peace

While the people rejoiced Zoyas pregnancy was getting tougher

She had a easy enough first trimester but the second? That was rough

The morning sickness was bad

Her Healer; a no nonsense Fjerdan Women said that the vomiting wasn’t something that could be healed

And so Zoya suffered on

Zoya insisted on keeping her normal schedule

Her usual meetings with Grisha and the spy’s

Passive agressive letters to the Kerch

Aggressive aggressive letters to the shu

And trying to figure out whether or not there was a revolution group in the Wandering Isle

Zoyas schedule was already stressed and the baby wasn’t helping

Eventually her healer; Monika, put her foot down

“Your Magesty” She started “if you do not alleviate your stress I guarantee your pregnancy will be worse”

“Look Monika I can handle a little throw up”

Monika and Zoya attended the little palace together

While Monika was a healer and back then the animosity between corporalki and etherealki were high, they were friends

It was good to have a powerful healer in your corner when half the little palace hates you

And it was good to have a powerful squaller in your corner when your Fjerdan and in enemy territory

“Zoya you are endangering your child” Monika stated

By this statement Nikolai had enough

And zoya finally listened

Nikolai assumed some of her duties and Zoya started to feel a bit better

Her second trimester was stressful for there relationship

Nikolai had a hard time understanding zoya

And Zoyas fears started to grow

But they were a good couple

And they worked through tension before

Zoya opened up about her worries of being a competent queen with a child

She leaned on Nikolai more

And they worked together to fix the damage

By the end of her second trimester there relationship was healthier

And they thought the third couldn’t be as bad

In a way they were right

Her morning sickness while still present was significantly less then her second trimester

However I new thing arose

A question that everyone had been thinking

“What if the baby is Grisha?”

The Ravkans had accepted a Grisha queen

But a Grisha dynasty was another thing

Monika told them outright that the baby was probably Grisha

Being Grisha tended to run in families

And Zoya was fairly sure her paternal grandmother was also a squaller

The whole science of Grisha heritage wasn’t studied well

Most Grisha were in Ravka in the second army

And most of the soldiers don’t have children

Zoya also learned her new found ability to sense Grisha wasn’t fool proof

Sometimes she couldn’t tell at all

And in Genyas case of being somewhere between a corporalki and materialki, she couldn’t tell what she was

She also couldn’t sense anything in Forrest Kostyk

That meant they couldn’t rely on Zoyas power

Nikolai couldn’t help but think tracing heritage would be easier if he wasn’t a bastard

His mother’s line was easy

She was a Fjerdan princess so he could trace everything back from the very start

And from his mother not a drop of Grisha blood ran through his veins

His fathers got murky

Magnus didn’t come from nobility

He was self made

A self made orphan

So other then his father neither he nor Magnus knew anything about Grisha influence

Nevertheless they had other worries

Zoya was in her third trimester and was going to give birth any minute now

Zoya honestly didn’t think she would make it this far

And that has nothing to do with her fears of motherhood

Her own mother had four miscarriages

Pregnancy complications were common

Especially in Ravka where most couldn’t afford mediks

But now that the due date was fast approaching Zoya was in fact okay

Zoya can handle pain, she’s handled much worse

Labor was one of the least of her worries

The due date was October eighth

And on time and punctual Zoya went into labor during lunch

Nikolai joked it would be a good trait for a ruler to show up on time

However Zoya was in to much pain to think about a snarky retort

She had vastly underestimated how much this would hurt

The pain was blinding

But Zoya was strong enough to survive the fall

And so in 3:07 PM son October eighth

Prince Mycanae Juris Nazyalensky was born (prounounced My-kuh-nay-uh because I threw some random vowels together and made it a name)

Myca (My Kuh) for short

With a tuft of chocolate brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes he shone

Nikolai absolutely adored him

He would rock him and sing him lullabies

But mostly tell him stories

About the amazing Privateer Sturmhond

Of the allusive Juris

Of the little termite

Zoya in the other hand had a different approach to there newborn

When he first cried she was elated

Zoya didn’t hold back the tears of happiness and didn’t even swear the healers to secrecy after

Zoya was the epitome of

“Oh god it’s a baby, as I holding him wrong? Does he have the right clothes on? He’s so fragile and precious”

Monika had to tell her three times that Myca’s crib was fine for him and it wasn’t to hard

However the family’s elation was short lived

They were a family

But they were also the rulers of Ravka

And Ravka needed to see the face of there hope

Four hours after his birth Nikolai presented him before the nobility

Zoya still wasn’t feeling to great and Nikolai Insisted he could do it

This is what the Ravkans needed

The baby met stability

Met peace

For once in many years the people could lay down in there beds without fear

But to Zoya and Nikolai

There baby wasn’t a political tool

Or a savior

He was just a baby

A perfect

Small

Baby

This is what love does.

Im really proud of myself for accomplishing this. I worked really hard on it and to keep our characters in canon. My ask box is open and n do any Grishaverse asks

If this gets 25 likes I’ll do a part two 😉

I defo think Nikolai and Zoya would have more then one kid

Also I kid you not I couldn’t find any good names for the life of me so I eventually took a break and was doing my History homework when I was reading some old Greek thing and saw the word “Mycenae” and was like “Yeah I can massively mispronounce this and make it a name”

Here is part two https://dablackdahlia.tumblr.com/post/651104016423583744/the-black-dahlia

I also made a Kanej kid one here

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[shuasunflwr]

Can you do like a headcanon of yeonjun as a boyfriend or something like that?

ooo my first ask! thanks for requesting!

i feel like this is bad, but i tried my best lmao :’)

definitely will try to redo this one day if i feel like it hhhhh

yeonjun as your boyfriend headcanon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: none!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ requested?: yes!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lexi’s notes: uh just enjoy lmaooo

i never really thought of boyfriend yeonjun before😭

dating yeonjun is like dating a 10 year old trapped in an adult body lmao

he gets so excited and dramatizes everything, he acts like such a little kid honestly

i imagine he’d be a very sweet and playful type of boyfriend though

even before y’all started dating, he’d be very clingy and touchy with you, like it’s the type that’s annoyingly sweet

he’s definitely very flirty too, like he would be saying little jokes and pick up lines to you all the time

despite being all teasing and stuff he’d be so sweet with you, like he’s constantly taking care of you, checking up on you, things like that

like one day you got sick out of no where and he canceled all his plans to take care of you that whole day

you told him he didn’t need to stay and care for you but he insisted, especially knowing you lived by yourself

he spent the day making you soup and feeding it to you🥺

he cuddled with you

y’all watched movies

but he later tried to kiss you, you told him no but he did it anyways and got sick🥲

anyways

he’s kinda like textbook definition type of boyfriend but put in his own little ✨flair✨ into it

like he has a lot of textbook boyfriend qualities but he also doesn’t

i’m pretty sure taehyun would be a textbook definition boyfriend, but this post isn’t about him lol

but anyways

he probably tells you “i love you” constantly because it makes you flustered and he finds that really cute, he just really likes to fluster you

i can see him flaunting your relationship everywhere, rubbing it into the members just because he’s really proud to be with you

like he wouldn’t talk about you straight up but it’s more like he brags and shows off about you a lot, he just somehow makes everything about you i’m a way

“you know, i got y/n a bracelet that looks just like that! they loved it too.”

the members love you and hear about you a lot unfortunately

you’re always coming over to the dorm, so you’re like their 6th member at this point

but yeonjun is happy you get along with them because they’re like family to him

he gets lowkey jealous when he sees you’re getting close to another member though

it wouldn’t be obvious he’s upset, but you can kind of feel the energy from him that he’s not really having it

if it was anyone else he would kind of wrap his arms around you, or just any action to show that you are taken already

but around the members he seems to just subtly glare at them a bit, like a slight ‘back off’ stare

he really doesn’t mind you getting close to the members, but it makes him uncomfortable seeing you get too close to them, you know?

he’s just lowkey possessive with you, like he just really feels the need to remind everyone that you’re his and no one else’s

he trusts you enough that you won’t cheat, but still your his

i can imagine him showing you different dance moves to their songs

like you stopped by while he was practicing by himself and instead of practicing, he started teaching you the main points of the song lmao

WAIT

he choreographs a dance to a love song for you👀

idk if you’d be into that, but it would be really cute i think

dates with him would probably be really sweet but also expensive

like shopping dates where he can buy you whatever you want

he sees you eyeing a really pretty shirt but you don’t buy it because you don’t have enough money, when you return from the bathroom he just hands you the bag with the shirt you were looking at earlier

he would probably spoil you a bit too

like he probably has a new gift for you every time you meet up, you appreciate it but you hate that he spends so much money on you :’)

or y’all go out to eat at a fancy restaurant or something

“junnie i told you, you don’t have to keep spending money on me

“nonsense y/n, it isn’t that much anyway!”

when you’re not out spending money, you’d have a cooking date

since yeonjun is the only one in the group who can properly cook, assuming you can cook too, you could teach him new recipes for him to use

he’d be very interested seeing all the new things you show him, amazed at all the tips and tricks you knew like it’d be a real eye opening experience for him

he’d be really proud to show his and your creation to the members too because your cooking is the best✨

plus he loves food so it’s a win win

yeonjun probably uses babe, baby, and prince/princess as nicknames these can also have have “my” in front of them because yeonjun is possessive so ykyk

he just likes nicknames he can use that really point out you two are dating

okay but kisses with yeonjun

they’d be so cute hhhhh

like his lips look so kissable like they’re very plump and it’s just😩

since he’s pretty clingy i think kisses between y’all happen often, but they feel really good so it’s not like you mind-

like you can really feel how much he loves you when y’all kiss it’s just ajssjdssjs

that reminds me, cuddles are a must!

he already clings to you 24/7 so he’s basically hugging all the time

but you probably sit on his lap a lot and you guys just kinda cuddle like that, you guys get hugs and time together and he gets you on his lap, just a few of his favorite things

i don’t think you guys would fight often

it’s something yeonjun probably tries to avoid a lot, so if anything ever happens he makes sure you guys talk it out like mature adults

the last thing he needs is for you to get upset at him, or he ends up yelling at you. he most definitely does not want that

speaking of talking with each other, yeonjun would be a good adviser

like he has a lot of life experience since he was a trainee for so long, so if you ever have any issues you could go to him and just talk it out

he just wants you to know that he’s always there to talk to you and vice versa

he may seem all happy and stuff with the members but i’m sure being the eldest of 4 others and taking care of them takes a toll on him

just keep making sure he’s alright :] i’m sure he’d appreciate that a lot

despite being a teaser, he really does care

i just think boyfriend yeonjun would be really sweet

like he teases you a lot, but he loves you a lot

he loves you to the moon and back

you are the sun to his earth and i don’t think he’d have it any other way :)

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[skycollides]

if you havent done something like this already could you do something where angel and reader argue like crazy and frustrate each other but really they're crushing on each other but wont admit it, and then it suddenly comes out when they're in a screaming match or something?😂

Hey darling! Thanks for the request I hope you enjoy it.💜

Take Me Home Reyes

Angel x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: insecurity, swearing

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Having a crush is not a bad thing. Having a crush on a guy who has women all over him all the time is weighing heavy on you. You thought about telling him but seeing him with these women you know you won’t have a chance.

’’You need to move on Y/n. ’’ your best friend says.

’’I know.’’

’’Glad we’re finally on the same page. I hate to see you running around with a fake smile. I wanna see a real one. You deserve to be happy. Tonight my dear Y/n we’re heading to the clubhouse. Ez would me that some charter is visiting and there’s a small party. So I’ll be playing matchmaker and find you a decent guy. Not buts and I won’t accept a no for an answer.’’ she says.

’’Let’s do this. I’m mean how bad can it be.’’ you give in knowing there is no room for a discussion.

’’That’s the spirit Y/N!’’ she exclaims happily.

Later that day

It didn’t take Y/bf/n long to find someone who seems to be interested in you and is your type.

So now you’re sitting here drinking and having fun with a guy you’ve just met.

’’What brings such a beautiful and intelligent woman here into a clubhouse full of outlaws.’’ he asks you and you your cheeks heat up.

’’My best friend is dating the prospect. One day he invited her and she didn’t want to go alone so i tagged along. Thats how I ended up here.’’ you explain to him.

’’And you stayed because?’’

’’They’ve grown on me. I never was that kind of person who enjoyed going to parties and large groups of people but I enjoy spending my time here. It feels like a big family get together I-’’ before you can continue Gilly interrupts you.

’’Sorry to interrupt but here’s the beer I owe you sweetheart.’’ he says handing you the beer.

’’You didn’t have to Gilly.’’ you try to argue.

’’Nonsense you won’t the bet and I lost.’’ he says.

’’Well thank you.’’ you smile.

’’I’ll leave you to lovebirds be’’ Gilly says and winks at you before walking away.

’’Sorry about that.’’ is all you get out.

’’It’s fine really. Wanna go outside?’’ he asks you and you nod before getting off the couch and following him outside.

Meanwhile - Angel’s Pov

’’How long do you wanna stare at them Bro?’’ Ez asks his older bother.

’’Depends on.’’

’’On what?’’ he wants to know but doesn’t get an answer out of him.

’’You sure you don’t have a thing for our sweet Y/n?’’

’’I don’t Ez why would I?’’ Angel says with a firm voice.

’’Look at those two. I’m glad she finally found a decent guy. I guess I did a good job. Don’t you think guys?’’ Angel turns his head to see your best friend taking a seat next to Ez.

’’Playing matchmake now?’’ Ez asks while Angel stays silent.

’’Yep someone has to.’’

’’You think this is a good idea? I mean you don’t know him you don’t know what his intention are.’’ Angel says not taking his eyes off you.

’’Neither do you Angel. C’mon Ez the pool table is waiting for us. You still owe me a rematch.’’ they leave while Angel continues to stare at you and your new friend.

When he sees the two of you leave the clubhouse something in him snaps. He decides to do something about it and follows the two of you outside.

Your Pov

’’Wanna go for a ride?Get away from here for a bit?’’ he asks you and before you can reply you hear a voice behind you.

’’C’mon Y/n leave that poor guy alone. He doesn’t deserve this.’’ You hear Angel say.

’’What is he talking about Y/n?’’ he asks confused.

’’I have no idea’’ you reply just as confused.

’’Stop playing around girl. I’ll explain it to you. My dear Y/n is fishing in the same water as we are and still from time to time she checks if she still could get a man which you just proved. Since I’m such a nice guy I try to save you from the heart break.’’ Angel explains while wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

’’Wow I better get going. Have fun playing your sick little game with someone else.’’ he spits out and you don’t really know what is happening.

’’Wait!Please! None of this is true.’’ you try to explain while shoving Angel away but he won’t listen. You turn around and see Angel standing there his hands in the pockets of his jeans smirking.

’’What is you fucking problem Angel?.’’ you yell and make your way over to where he is standing.

’’Don’t have one’’ he says and gives you a smile which makes you even more furious than you where before.

’’This isn’t funny asshole’’ you say and shove him again and again but the only thing he does is laugh.

’’STOP LAUGHING’’ you yell.

’’C’mon that do you even want with a guy like him? I was doing you a favor. You should be thankful Y/n.’’

’’Thankful! I should be THANKFUL? Did you run into a wall or something. The last thing I am right now is thankful. You’re a piece of shit Angel. I can’t believe I’m friends with a guy like you.’’

’’What guy am I? I’d really like to hear that’’ he asks you with a bight the smile on his face. You explode because he doesn’t take you or this conversation serious.

’’You Angel Reyes are an excuse of a human being. You can’t stand not being the center of attention. Which is why you did this. Since no woman was paying attention to you tonight you bored and decided to go out and ruin my chances with a sweet guy. God I don’t even know why I fell for you.’’ you said the last part more quiet and realized really quickly what just left your mouth hoping Angel didn’t hear you but he did.

’’What? Say that again Y/n.’’ he says and walks towards you while you take a step back.

’’Why so you can make fun of me. I know that I don’t have a chance with you. Let’s just forget this happened so I don’t have to feel more humiliated than I already do.’’ you say and your voice breaks. Tears are streaming down your face and before you know it you’re standing in the middle of the snap yard sobbing. Before you know it Angel pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you tightly. 

’’It’s okay mi dulce! It’s okay. I’ve got you Y/n.’’ he says while kissing your head. You give in and wrap your arms around his waist.

’’The reason why I said those things is because I can’t stand seeing you with a man that is not me. You had me hooked from the moment we met Y/n. I was just too much of a fool to make a move on you. You ARE good enough do you hear me sweetheart. You are. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise okay?! Can you forgive me?’’ he asks and you nod.

’’I should be the one asking you for forgiveness Angel. I’m sorry that I called you that.’’ you say and move away from him to be able to look at him properly.

’’It’s okay. I was an ass. I guess I kinda deserved it. You can make it up to me.’’ 

’’How?’’ you ask.

’’With a kiss’’

’’I guess that can be arranged.’’ you say and laugh.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands find the way to your hips. You stare at each other for a moment before you give him a soft kiss on the lips.

’’Wanna know how you can make it up to me?’’ you ask him and he nods.

’’Take me home Reyes. With you.’’ you say and he smile like a cheshire cat.

’’I like the way you think Y/n.’’ he says and smirks.

’’Forget it Reyes! I won’t be sleeping with you. No sex before the first date.’’ you say.

’’I guess I can live with that. I hope you’re not busy because I’ll take you out tomorrow night babe.’’

’’Cheeky bastard’’ you laugh.

’’That’s what made you fall for me.’’ he jokes.

’’Stop talking and get me out of here Reyes’’ you say and slap him playfully.

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[purplerose244]

My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

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[nicomrade]

🐈‍⬛ romie and/or wallace ^_^

i was like omg black square emoji is one of ur faves??!! before realizing thats probably. the black cat emoji I LOVE THAT ONE TOO ITS SO CUTE ill set it as my status rn actually

i wanted to do a romie one today but i dont have much to say that we havent already talked about methinks... ACTUALLY his childhood is still so fascinating to me and i think his arc w tabitha has a lot of potential to be really cool and help him be LESS repressed for once like we know he has a therapist? which. does he talk about the transgender alliance w them LOL?

AND OK but what if.. u know how w his ex they broke up over that movie he hates? wouldnt it be nice if w tabby she kinda encourages him to pursue his creative interest? like maybe invite him to tell her about what kinda movie HE'd make. like he might not be out there doing script writing but letting him develop ideas and listening to him :) THATD BE REALLY CUTE RIGHT? LIKE THE PARALLEL? of his ex where she was kinda dismissive of how much he cares bout movies if now w tabby she encourages it? to be fair i forgot the specifics of the thing w the turkey movie i just remember their breakup being fucking hilarious. BUT YE LIKE plus i wanna know what kinda insane story hed come up with hes so repressed and unhinged his potential movie plot would 1. reveal a LOT about him themes wise and 2. it would make absolutely no sense (VERY positive i love nonsense art)

ok but actually... SORRY IM TYPING A LOT? i got thinking bout romie hypothetical movie script and im invested. but ok so id LOVE for it to have fucked up death themes cause im a death theme freak i love death themes. what if its a death game actually? i know its kinda cool to talk about now w squid game but i mean straight up battle royale type death game (<- still hasnt read battle royale). and itd reflect a lot of his emotional state regarding roy corp, like how he feels about hte competitive and high pressure environment. maybe hed think his death game movie is funny and tabitha is like no thats really dark and depressing babe whats wrong with your brain (loving). AND u could have his dog motif in it cause idk its a dog eat dog world something something maybe the survivor.s gets eaten by a wolf or whatever so theres not even a true winner in the end and it was all in vain. i dont know him well enough to know if that kinda thing would appeal to him as a writer though but i think the ending should absolutely leave you like "what? uh? what? UH? ok." like u think theres a lot to think about but its actually kinda shallow (but is it??). anyway his hypothetical movie would absolutely have his dog theme in it i NEED it to be so overwhelmingly and genuinely HIM while hes oblivious to that fact. u know?

like imo art WITHIN a story should have that kinda role of... a mirror thats way too honest. or perhaps a bit warped. but it should absolutely give u a look into the artist.s AND audience that u wouldnt get otherwise. like hypothetically if one of the siblings got wind of the hypothetical movie idea and DIDNT catch that its painfully, blindingly, roman exposing himself thatd say a lot about their relationship w romie also. u know? thatd be really fun to see is all i love art o(-< hi. i hope tumblr user romantabs will like my romantabs opinion

#THANK YOU for sendin me asks for these u are a cherished friend n i hope ur days been going well actually #ask #romantabs #🐈‍⬛

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 26.12.20 lb

lmao there’s regretting having sex with someone stupid and then there’s THIS guy; poore bed aur bandiii ko hi aag lagaane ki koshish karr raha hai.

I HATE THE WAY VANSH TALKS. I HAAAAAAAAAATE IT. IT’S FUCKING RIDICULOUS AND I HATE IT AND THEY NEED TO STOP MAKING RRAHUL TALK LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSS.

anyway long story short, bhai ne tandoor chaalu kar diya.

she’s so fucking stupid, she just stood there waiting for the fire to surround her instead of escaping out the side that wasn’t on fire yet.

this bitch and her stupid fucking dreams. i’m sick of them, i tell you, i’m fucking sick of them. you know what, half the time vansh isn’t even doing anything wrong (other than being a fucking antisocial weirdo, and also really bad at communication) and this stupid show just makes us root against him because of this dumbass chick’s forever paranoid thought process. sis you need to fucking go to therapy already. you’re just ruining your own life and relationship and this poor dude’s sanity as well.

the real villain of this show.

ghar mein ek aur surprise. man.............. enough with the surprises. don’t y’all have a surprising life on a daily basis, tum extra kyun add karte rehte ho???????????/

requisite shady call to angre, which i’m not even gonna pay attn to anymore. for all we know, he’s just asking him to make sure the audits for the year are done on time.

where they get so many fucking outfit changes from for this one “surprise” day???? like, he didn’t leave the hospital/her side since she got shot, and they’ve had 3 outfit changes already. and here i haven’t changed outta the same pair of jammies for 3 days now.

Bitch-oo Babe (ahana) is calling again. and vansh is making faces again.

riddhima’s like WHAT YOU WANNA TELL ME WHAT YOU WANNA TELL ME WHAT YOU WANNA TELL ME WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU WANNA TELL ME. behen tum ek minute chup rahogi toh woh kuch bolein???????

network issues. LORD. WHO EVEN CARES. ITNA BADHAAA CHADHAAAA KE THEY’RE GONNA MAKE THIS CHARACTER INTRO AND I’M TELLING YOU IT’S GONNA BE ANOTHER PHUSKI BOMB.

shady ruse where he takes her phone on the pretext of not being able to find his and mutes the call from ahana. dude, it’s shit like this that makes it hard to root for you.

she’s like thank goddddddddddd vansh read my letter and accepted me with my truth blah blah. idiot. this is why you send it by whatsapp. at least you get blue tick confirmation ki usne padha. even then you should have a conversation about it. not just have assumed the letter is the end of the whole fucking issue.

of course. literally who is surprised?

ouff this family is so fucking extra. ek din hospital mein rehkar aayi hai, SARHAD SE NAHI LAUTI WOH!?!??!!!!!

LMAO WHEN I SAY THESE THREE SIBS ARE FOREVER THE BIGGEST MOOD..........................

this dude so tall ki what flowers dadi is throwing on R’s head is just reaching his chest level.

blah blah blah party tonight, coz we apparently live in a universe with no ongoing pandemic.

Chehra Appreciation Break.

this dumbass’s need to be a SANSAAAR KA BIG BROTHER isko le doobega. when you threw out anupriya and your relation with her, then kaahe ka half brother??????? kuch bhi. you just wanna collect max number of people to call you bhai.

riddhima also acting too fucking smart and jhaado-fying rob of being vansh’s wife. stupid.

can’t blame kabir for wanting to murder these smug assholes. we’re #teamKabir again, girls!

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh i’ve seen this outfit before. 

yup.

some more being a bloody weirdo. man he’s like those emo kids who never grew outta their ~~~edgy~~~ phase.

also i would fucking crotch-kick a man if he destroyed a perfectly good hairtie like this. BITCH YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT’S TO FIND GOOD QUALITY ONES???????? JUST COZ YOU’RE RICH DOESN’T MEAN YOU DO SUCH NONSENSE. A GOOD HAIRTIE IS SOMETHING YOU KEEP FOREVER AND ONLY HAND OVER TO A TREASURED SISTER WHO IS IN DIRE NEED OF ONE.

small cute moment. i love when riddhima mimics him!

oh boy, a internal monologue about teaching her a sabak at the party tho. oh vansh. why you gotta be like this???????/ 

vansh taking angre aside at the party and saying whoever’s trying to talk to riddhima is sure to show up here, so.......... taiyyaar rehna.

angre like “don’t worry, riddhima bhaabi ke paas koi anjaan nahi pohunch paayega.” ok but she’s always at threat of being murdered from the people she knows tho. so....................... idk how useful your security is gonna be.

as usual he’s saying nice but creepy shit. idk why she pays attn to his nonsense anymore.

Y���ALL NEED A RESIDENT ELECTRICIAN TO HANDLE ALL THESE RANDOM LIVEWIRES AROUND HERE, THAN ANY OTHER KINDA SUPPORT STAFF. THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE???????? (also, clearly vansh and kabir visit the same Torture&KillRiddhima reddit forum, since their plans are soooooooo similar.)

i’m so sick of him being like...............

pick a side and stick to it, you fucking coward.

anyway ahana’s making her way into the house. and security as usual, useless.

idhar useless tashan. why do you two even bother to talk to each other???? be like other exes, pretend the other one died and ignore everything about their presence.

riddhima being real overconfident and saying vansh ke hote hue not even deathhhhhh can touch me. yeah, i wouldn’t be so sure.

this sis really likes her stinging animal friends.

akjlakjfldskjfldskjflsdkjfl this dresssssss itselfffff they gave herrrrrrrrrrrrrr. haaaye bechaari mansiiiiiii. (i mean, i don’t feel TOO bad, coz this was the best dress of them all in that ep. of IB, but still yaaar. ek naya dress banwaa dete!)

dude. i ship it????? if riddhima HAS to be with some murderous psychopath, then i definitely pick a girl one over a boy one. girl psychos are just soooooooooo much fucking hotter. #teamRiHana

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

[v-hope]

You get injured

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a lil bit of angst in like two of them, and crack I guess?

Request: “How about a reaction where y/n gets injured somehow and they have to help them or standby as they’re helped. Anything from a scrape to a broken bone?”

Warnings: Mentions of minor injuries.

A/N: I did so not take inspiration on me falling down in the shower the other day to write Tae’s, what do you mean 🙄 Anyway, it’s been a while since I wrote a reaction, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think! 💞

Kim Seokjin

You should’ve known better than to keep on cooking dinner while you and your boyfriend were in the middle of an argument. More importantly, you should’ve known better than to angrily start chopping the vegetables right as you sternly made your point.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have had blood running down one of your fingers after you accidentally cut it with the knife you were still holding.

You didn’t really realise, being too submerged in the fight currently going on to even care — it was Seokjin’s silence what made you stop, only feeling a sharp pain on your index finger once he grabbed your hand to check it out.

“Fuck” you breathed out after seeing your skin covered in red, snatching your hand away from his and running over to the sink so you could let the water run down your finger to both clean it up and ease the pain.

“Baby, let me help” Jin softly tried to shove your figure a little bit to the side so he could take over.

“I’m alright” you shut him out nevertheless.

“Y/N” his voice came out stern, causing your eyes to fix with his concerned ones and understand right then that your previous argument was long forgotten.

So, calming yourself down the best you could, you let him help — allowing him to drag you over the bathroom and sitting you on top of the closed toilet as he searched for everything he needed in order to cure you.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled in a pout when he kneeled down in front of you and took your hand in his.

“You’re apologizing for getting hurt?” he couldn’t help but mock, raising one of his eyebrows.

You shrugged, staring down to your lap. “For everything, I guess… and for ruining dinner…” your lower lip stuck prominently over your top one. “Actually, yeah, I’m sorry you’re over here having to help me instead of eating since I know you’re tired and hu—”

“Y/N?” he cut you off.

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking nonsense”.

As if eating dinner would be more important than helping his injured girlfriend. Unbelievable.

Min Yoongi

“Babe, take it easy” Yoon sighed, rolling his chair towards the couch you were lying down on.

“I can’t take it easy” you whined, trying to type on your laptop with your bandaged hand, “I need to turn in this paper before midnight and with this stupid thing I can only write a few paragraphs per hour”.

Yoongi breathed in deeply, hating to see not only the bandage in your hand that reminded him of you getting hurt the day prior, but also how frustrated you were right then.

Staring back to his computer and the music he had been producing for the past hours in his studio, he shook his head, focusing his eyes back on you before he stood up in front of your confused eyes.

“What are you doing?” you wondered when he motioned for you to sit up and make some space for him — taking your laptop from you and placing it on his lap.

“Just tell me whatever you want to write and I’ll type”.

You blinked rapidly, staring at his furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips that remained facing the screen. “No, don’t worry. You have your own deadli—”

“Just tell me what to write” he pushed it.

That’s when you smiled, knowing well enough there was no point on arguing with him and his stubborn ass. So, leaning in, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I love you, Yoongs” you cooed.

And you surely also loved the way he so visibly had blushed, yet tried his hardest to remain serious and not let a shy smile take over his face.

“Is that supposed to be part of your essay?”

Jung Hoseok

“Does this mean I get to style you now?” Hobi asked as his hands clipped your bra behind your back, meeting you with a cheeky grin once you turned around to lock eyes with him.

“No, it means you get to help me put on whatever it is I want to wear”.

With a huff and a slight roll of eyes, your boyfriend watched you stand up and go to your closet, later coming back with the outfit you wanted to wear that day.

“This?” he knitted his eyebrows, taking the red t-shirt you had let fall to your bed and holding it up to check it out.

“What about it?” you furrowed your eyebrows as well.

“I mean… it’s kinda tight…” his eyes travelled to the cast in your arm, “and long-sleeved” he remarked. “I don’t think it will fit, love”.

“That’s what you are here to help me with” you smiled over exaggeratedly, causing a smile of his own to curve up his lips.

Nevertheless, it was a matter of a few seconds for the two of you to notice it would indeed not be an easy task, and another couple of minutes for you to finally give up — when your healthy arm was inside of it and the t-shirt remained folded right over your chest, not being able to put your injured arm inside of the other sleeve.

So, with a sigh, you let your body fall back down on the mattress; letting out a loud whine that was soon followed by your boyfriend’s giggle.

“Can I style you now?” he asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your bare chest.

Sighing once again, you gave in for once and for all: “Whatever”.

And although you had ever so discouragedly allowed him to, the way another loud giggle escaped your man’s mouth as he went back to the closet was enough to make a smile of your own take over your face.

At least one of you was having a blast with your arm being broken.

Kim Namjoon

“What happened?” your boyfriend worriedly asked as soon as the concert finished and he saw you lying on the backstage’s floor.

Rushing to your side and making his way through the people surrounding you, he motioned for the staff member who had been taking care of you to move aside; only then kneeling down next to you before both of them helped you sit up.

“She fainted and hit her head” he let Joon know when you had successfully managed not to fall back down.

With your hand going up to your head as you hissed and closed your eyes out of pain, Namjoon felt his heart speeding up.

“Hey, hey” he grabbed your face as gently as he could, trying to get you to look at him. “What happened?”

“I fainted” you pretty much repeated what he already knew, causing him to sigh heavily.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t know” you pouted. “I was just watching the show and suddenly I felt dizzy and, next thing I knew, I was seeing black”.

Staring up to look at the people who were still gathering around you to see how you were doing, he kindly asked them to go away so you could have some little air to properly breathe.

“You’re okay, though?” Joon questioned — looking for any kind of sign of you lying when your response was a nod of your head. “You sure? You don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No” you shook your head as softly as you could, not to make it hurt, “it’s okay, I think I just remembered why I fainted on the first place”.

“Why?”

A smirk didn’t wait to curve up the corners of your lips. “I think it was when you winked at me during Bapsae… damn, how could I not fall for you”.

Yup, you were definitely better now.

Park Jimin

“My baby!” Jimin let out rather exasperatedly right as he sprinted towards you.

Now, there’s two ways of falling down: one that has everyone —including the person on the floor— laughing, and another one that both looks and sounds so awful that everyone rushes to see if you’re alright.

The way you had slipped on the wet edge of the pool that afternoon, causing you to fall flat on your back and hit your head, was most definitely the second kind. And so all your friends had ran to your side in a heartbeat.

Your boyfriend being the first one to arrive to your side.

“Don’t move, don’t move” Jimin hurried to warn you, placing his hand gently on your forehead to keep you from moving.

“I’m okay” you managed to say — ignoring your boyfriend’s words and trying to sit up anyway.

“Stay still” he said again, this time louder in case you hadn’t heard him before.

“Jimin-ie, I’m fine” you reassured not only him but everyone as well, after squinting your eyes to block the sun and seeing all their worried expressions.

“Still” Yoongi’s girlfriend spoke up softly yet determinedly. “That was such a bad fall, stay still for a while”.

You sighed, finally doing as told and staring up at your boyfriend, who didn’t wait to lean down and pepper a few faint kisses on your forehead.

“God, you got me so worried” he whispered.

And although a few minutes later you were able to stand up and the pool day went back to the way it had been before, you understood just how worried he actually was when he would not leave your side at all — if anything, he made you sit on the grass with him until the sun went down; keeping his arms wrapped around you as your back leaned against his chest and his lips were placed on your shoulder from time to time.

Not like you were complaining anyway.

Kim Taehyung

Maybe it was your loud squeal, or maybe the loud thump that had resounded all over the room the moment you fell down, that had somehow managed to get a very desperate Taehyung opening the door to the bathroom and rushing to your side in less than five seconds.

His eyes opening wide when he saw your figure down on the cold floor.

“What happened?! Are you alright?” he worried, grabbing the towel you had brought with you to the room and gently wrapping it around your body.

“Yeah…” your voice betrayed you by coming out breathily, unsteady. “I just slipped while I tried to get out of the shower”.

Taehyung sighed, letting his forehead rest on yours. At least you seemed to be alright — apparently not having hit your head, much to his relief.

“I told you I could help you shower if you were feeling dizzy…”

“I know” you mumbled, bringing the hem of the towel up to your lips and biting it out of nervousness. “But you were busy, I didn’t want to bother you…”

With that said and nothing coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth in return, he picked you up as securely as he could — carrying you all the way to your bed and gently placing you on it before he kneeled down in front of you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Next time just tell me, okay?” he mumbled rather intimidatingly, yet still somehow lovingly enough. “Otherwise I’ll just start showering with you all the time to make sure you won’t fall again”.

You couldn’t stop a snort from escaping your mouth, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” your amused words earned a roll of eyes from him. “I might as well start slipping on purpose then”.

Although wanting to glare at you to seem annoyed, what Taehyung ended up doing was rather the opposite — not being able to erase the huge smirk curving up his lips.

“That’s it. We’re showering together from now on then”.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Does it hurt too much?” your boyfriend asked once the doctor let him into the room; his eyes instantly travelling to your bandaged heel as you sat on the hospital bed.

And although you had shaken your head no as your answer, he couldn’t help but feel like you were lying, for the pout in your lips and the way your head was lowered as you fidgeted with your hands seemed to say otherwise.

“Why the long face then?” he pushed it, going to sit by your side and tangling his fingers on the back of your head so he could bring it to his chest.

You shrugged. “The doctor said I need to wear crutches if I don’t want to make this worse”.

“So what?”

“So what?” you scoffed at his question, withdrawing from his hold and going back to his eye level. “I still have classes to attend and I don’t want people to stare at me or ask me what happened”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but smile at how cute it was to him the way a pout had taken over your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And even at home I—”

“Okay” he cut you off before you could go on, “maybe I won’t be able to help you during your classes, but I can help you at home…” you questioningly cocked one of your eyebrows at his words, “and now that you’re free to go, too”.

“How?”

Instead of giving you an immediate answer, he just stood up, turning his back towards you and bending slightly down. That’s when you got it.

“Hop on” he ordered.

Not being able to stop a giggle from escaping your mouth, you clumsily did as told — tightly wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Now everyone will think we’re a couple of idiots”.

“Hey!” Guk called you out after standing up straight and securing his hands under your thighs. “We have always been a couple of idiots. It’s about time people realise it”.

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[aspecpplarebeautiful]

what the fuck are emotions. What are they. I don’t get it???? Wh. What??? I can’t even tell what I want in life!!!!! What are emotions??!! What ARE WMTOIONSvvv????!!!!!???? I am having a crisis. Fuckibg. What. What is going on. What three fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. I hate it here. save me. I can’t tell what’s platonic and romantic and I’m suffering. I don’t think I’ve ever fully been in a romantic relationship where I actually wanted to be in one, more so just felt like I was supposed to want it and be happy with it. I love the idea of romance maybe?? Why does it hate me??? What’s going on. Hhhhhhh??????? I don’t get paid enough for this! Ajdjdjdjdjjj?????? I’m so confused????? I always think my feelings are romantic and daydream and all but like ARE THEY?????? It doesn’t feel like it???? Maybe?????? Cause I feel all butterflyey and airy and swoony and I hate it! I cannot handle having emotions, let alone when I can’t even tell what they are!!! Whyyyyyy????????? This is so chaotic but MY MAN I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TJME IN THSI CHILIS RIGHT NOW. What’s a romantic thing?? Holding hands??? I don’t wanna hold hands lovey dovey if I’m not close friends with them. But exactly that! Friends!! Anything that’s romantic I could feel for a close friend!!! Fuck!!!! Is this queerplatonic??? Is this just platonic??? Is this romantic???? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy???? I DONT KNOW! I’m caught in a landslide no escape from reality! I DONT EVEN MIEK QUEEN THAT MUCH????? AHHHH?????? And of all people why must my heart have horrible taste! Like WHAT??? THATS the person you choose??? HHHHHHHH?????? I don’t know if I want a life partner!! The idea sounds cute in my little fantasy head filled with soft clouds and living in a cottage by the seaside drinking hot homemade coco but I don’t know about ACTUALLY doing that?? It’s cute but. The idea of my own little house or apartment. I can decorate it how I want, make it all my own, do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted how I wanted, have a garunteed space for myself... that sounds amazing! Any other seems like something I’ve thought I wanted for so long but now I’m questioning that and that’s a bit. Yikes. And I don’t wanna be alone! Society frames single people as alone and I just internalized that! Fuck amatonormativity all my homies hate amatonormativity!!! Girl help I have internalized possible arophobia!!!!!! Why do I keep quoting memes while having an orientation crisis??!?!?!?? WHAT IS HAPPENING???? What is existence??? WHY DO PEOPLE WEAR BASKETBALL SHORTS?????? Hhdjdhdjshjshshhdhhshdhh. Maybe I’ve felt romantic emotion? But did I? Truly? Maybe I’ve felt that attraction, but I never want to be tied down, however bad that sounds. Am I aro or just scared of commitment aJHDJDJDHSJDHJS,,, but like. I had a crush on a guy for a YEAR. I was head over heels. Like I was daydreaming bout love confessions babe it was bad. But I got over him. It was whatever. Then he like a year or two later said he had a crush on me, and asked me out, and I was happy??? I remember being estatic. And I agreed. But I have no idea why I was happy. Was I happy for the me from years ago? Did I like the attention and validation? Have I always had a problem of shooting for the high and then leaving the moment I reach the low??? I hated that relationship. I felt awful. Each time he did something romantic I felt sick, and I avoided seeing him even when I had the chance to visit. It was really bad and I felt really guilty. I’d gotten this nice little happy ending, and I ruined it. I got this cute fairy tale, and no matter how hard I tried, my feelings never came. I thought they’d come back. If anything they just fully yeeted themselves out the stratosphere ffs. It was terrible. I felt really bad but had to break up with him. And through the guilt I felt so relieved, like I was finally freed. Never really got why people were so emotionally destroyed after breakups when they’re still friends tbh. And we’re still friends. (1/2)

Oh yeah we get to do this again babyyyyyy!!!! Anyways, the other relationship I’d been in, I had actually wanted to be in a qpr, but he asked me out romantically and I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know what a qpr was. I was torn between happy at spending more time with him and saying how much I loved him and the crippling fear and disappointment and lingering uncomfortableness. It only ever increased. I was a million times closer to him, but I told him I thought I might be aro-spec, because much as I hate to admit it, I felt awful every time we did “romantic” stuff. It’s kinda flattering and also kinda freaky to think he likes me like that. I don’t fully get romantic feelings anyway, though. But I thought it would all be fine and then it just. Wasn’t. We switched to a platonic relationship and I’m much more comfortable with that, but he talks about our future and I feel this fear that I’m gonna break his heart, because genuinely, I could see myself living with him, but not out of romance or anything. Just kinda like. It’s free real estate if I need a bug killed, and also houses cost so much money, and also movie nights, but I could just invite people to my own place if I wanted a movie night. But I just don’t know. I thought for sure I had romantic feelings for at the very least one of them, but it just didn’t work, at all. And there’s this other guy, I swear I don’t only crush on guys lmaodnfjdjdjdjjd, but he’s,,,,,,,, a youtuber. Because I have terrible taste. He’s only a year or two older than me and is funny and cute (asexually, bcus I am ace) and so my stupid monkey brain was like ah yes, this one is who you’re gonna like! And now I’m just like 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ every time I think of him. Very annoying. My heart is like an annoying bug that keeps bonking it’s head against the window next to me while I tiredly try to drive. But like,,,, I think have a crush?? But I don’t even wanna date him??????? So????? What????? WhAt????? What are emotions I don’t understand them??? This is a lot and I’m sorry my fam squad but oh boy am I having a real funky fresh time over here (2/2)

So one thing that may help you here, we tend to think of what attraction am I experiencing as a big objective truth. But it can actually be very subjective. So changing your thought process from being a detective and figuring out exactly what you’re feeling, to going ‘what makes the most sense to me in how I conceptualize this’. So basically try and think more in terms of ‘this is a helpful way for me to think of this’ and don’t worry too much if it’s right or wrong because there may not be an objective right or wrong answer.

So maybe it is romantic, but you’ve also got strong romance repulsion for being personally in romantic situations (I definitely think from this do you do have romance repulsion happening), and that’s interfering with having a romantic relationship. Or you’re somewhere under the akoiromantic/lithromantic umbrella, where you do have romantic feelings but don’t want them reciprocated. 

Maybe your feelings are more in the platonic or alterous scale. So still very strong, but not romantic, or not entirely romantic. (If you’re looking for a guide on telling romantic, platonic and alterous attraction part, the faq for this blog discusses it.)

Some people experience parts of romantic attraction but not all romantic attraction, some people find attraction blurs together and it doesn’t make sense for them to see it as a single distinct type of attraction.

And some people just in general can’t distinguish between romantic and platonic. And there’s some labels around that, two of the most popular are idemromantic (when someone categorizes relationships as platonic or romantic but feels no notable differences) and platoniromantic (when someone can’t tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction).

You can also look into quoiromantic, which is basically disidentifying with the concept of romantic attraction entirely, or finding it nonsensical, inapplicable or inaccessible. So that’s another thing you can look into if it interests you.

So that’s a few avenues you can look into, if nothing here feels right, you can dig in more, but this is a good starting spot. 

But yeah, I’d definitely recommend trying and thinking of it in terms of what feels right, or what would be a useful way of looking at this. And not worrying about if it’s right or wrong, only if it feels right or makes sense for you. 

All the best, and good luck, Anon!

#Anonymous

[springtimebat]

The Autumn Meeting (3/4)

Abram bounces up and down on the spot, his scales dancing across his forehead, his mouth a giant grin, teeth as sharp as knives.

“You’re gonna love it so much guys! You don’t understand! It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever conjured.”

“Just get it over with Abe,” Emil whines, checking a small clock in his breast pocket, “We’re already behind schedule.”

Abe stops dead and wraps his fins around his chest.

“Are you always this mean?” The Queen asks, shaking her head at Abram who stares at the floor. 

“You’ve read about us, or so you say. Why don’t you tell me?”

The Queen rolls her eyes. Abram gives a wistful sigh. Gus, a disembodied head in the leaves, squeaks in a strange nonsense language that makes his friends smile. 

“Start from the beginning this time Abram. I don’t want a repeat of the mermaid incident.”

“The mermaid incident?” The Queen asks

“He started from the middle. The girl already owned legs, yet she still longed for them.”

“That was one time!” Abram huffed, “Now is everyone settled? Or do you need to shout at me some more?”

All three attendants nod.

“Okay, now I’ll start.” He turned to their guest, “Your majesty, you might wanna cover your ears for the first few minutes. The beginning may be a bit muffled but many have been known to go deaf when I slip into my other voice.”

“Another voice?” 

“You’ll see,” He grins. And so the third tale of the night begins at four in the afternoon:

{The Two Beings}

There were once two beings

One was of greys, blacks and whites

He lived amongst royalty 

Survived in their courts 

He never quite belonged 

So he also held company with lower beings

Of slime and muck and grit

As the first being grew strong on their discarded remains

He left the royalty and the courts 

And ruled along the paper margins of Fairy

Soon after he developed an interest in humans

A hobby many found unhealthy 

He’d follow them around 

Watched them

Children seemed to be the only humans that would listen to the ruler’s prattling

The being did not mind

For they were interesting

They filled a void that slime could not

Then

One day

The ruler met a second being

The second being was one of light

Of blues, greens, reds and pinks

She was human

She belonged to the upper wall

And she lived her life in chains

As bright and as ordinary as the ruler was dark, stark and strange

She spent her days alone 

Hiding her beauty from the rest of the world 

An assistant to twin brothers

Frogs

Toads 

She was left to feed off of scraps 

And to be whipped by a cruel guardian

The first being found his counterpart one night 

One lonely night

Peering through his window 

He caught her exhausted in rags 

Torn at the hem

Hair bushy

Face muddy from soot

And of course 

He immediately fell in love with her

So he began his pursuit

Observing her from his own realm

She was everything he was not 

Everything he lacked 

A great regard for life danced in her forget-me-not eyes

It was a short

Almost too short

Time 

before the ruler of the muck and slime was certain she would be a suitable bride

And his determination grew

He’d leave tributes on her bedroom sill;

Pine cones, leaves, twigs and rocks

Each one she took from him 

A special pieces of his soul

She tucked them all away

Never to be seen again

The girl ignored him

Acted as if he were not there

And so the challenge went on...

 “Exeunt.”

 Abram smiles, looking around the campgrounds for a response. Guy whistles and The Queen gives her second clap of the day. Emil, unchanging, shakes his head. Before he can respond, Abram begins again.

“I’m working on the middle...and the beginning…and the ending.”

“Obviously,” Emil snarks.

“Wait I’m confused,” The Queen stutters, “Was there an ending?”

“No,” Abram replies, confused, “Why would there be?”

“This is a workshop, your majesty. A story doesn’t need an ending if you don’t want it to.”

“I know it’s awful,” Abram frowns, anxious tears forming in his eyes like beads of smoked glass.

 “I was thinking of adding a subplot with some gremlin people. Like, a parallel romance story line to kinda act as a comedic escape from all the existentialism-”

“Ah yes that would be very fine,” Emil grins, “Very fine indeed Abe my boy!” 

“Y-yeah! I also thought maybe...you could help me with uh… some world building and structure and stuff. So it flows naturally.”

“Hmm, good idea. Good idea Abram.” Emil rolls his head back to the fire, which is starting to die out, “Say Abe, can you answer a question I have about your story?”

“Sure!”

“Is your story, perhaps, based on a particular person in this group tonight?” 

Abram rolls his eyes, “It ain’t about you Emillian.”

“No not me you fool! Is it based on our guest of honour over there?” 

The Queen’s eyes grow wide. Abram says nothing and begins to stare down at his feet again. 

Emil smirks triumphantly, “Thought so.”

Gus’ thigh gives a little creak in the darkening wilderness.

“I know that Gus, but how many of those queens are sitting down here with us tonight?” 

Gus shrugs a shoulder, giving up. 

“Last year, you told me to be spontaneous,” Abram mumbles, “Now here I am, making up prose as I go, and you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it, Abe my boy! I just find it intolerable.”

Abram groans. The Queen sighs in annoyance.

“I’m terribly sorry for existing, sir.” She mutters. 

“Good. You should be. But since you’re here you can give Abram some pointers for his story. Make yourself useful.”

“Pointers? What pointers could she give me?”

“She’s a queen you dolt! She knows all about rulers! She’s gonna marry one!”

“Oh yeah! Hey I do need help on the characters innermost fears and desires! Being stuck underwater most of the year makes you miss out on courtly endeavours.” 

With that, Abram shuffles closer to the Queen’s makeshift throne. As the group reorganises, a high screech flies through the air above their heads, causing them to lift their eyes to the treetops. The Queen shudders and pulls her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her dress shifts slightly. Only slightly. But it’s enough for the men to notice how her stomach swells underneath the fabric. 

“So that’s it then,” Emil grimaces, “A bouncing baby boy. That’s why he’s marrying you.”

The Queen gives a warm smile and strokes her stomach with one hand, “He’s three months old.”

“A big thing for three months.”

A softer, yet hungrier scream pierces the forest and the queen goes back to hugging her cloak. 

“It’s the corridors.”

“The corridors?”

“Yes. They’ve discovered I’m gone. They’ll be coming soon. How long will this take?”

“As long as we want it to.”

“My husband will be here soon and-”

“Exactly! That’s what we want to talk to you about. Now quick fussing! Abram! Ask one question now. We still have one story to get through.”

Abram grins, “What do you think of purity?”

“Purity?” The Queen repeats, taken aback. 

“Yes, purity.”

The Queen swallows, “Purity, at least the ideas most people have about purity, are phantoms. Babes, the pure ones, the prideful ones, can handle cruelty in their stride. They hold glass shards in their eyes. Beware the little ones; they’ll devour your heart with knives, forks and all. The phantoms, these small shadows of ideas, lead you on and ensnare you in a pretty bear trap marked with flowers. Mark my words, the pure ones will eat you clean.”

The men stare at her. She shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s something my mother used to say to me.”

“Hmm,” Emil turns to Abram, “That has nothing to do with the King my boy. Ask another one about the king.”

“Oh no, please don’t! I don’t think-”

“Why? What do you not want us to find out? That he eats babies too?”

“Nothing! It’s just he told me things. Important secrets you only tell the person you wish to marry.”

“What things? What important secrets?”

“We were sat on the screen porch one day-”

“The what?”

“The screen porch. It’s a balcony in the castle, hidden away with an invisible tarp.”

“What’s its purpose?”

“The glass hides the rest of the world. Puts it on its side. And it keeps the insects out. The panels are covered in their eyeballs and guts-”

“How gruesome!”

“The king, an insect grower!”

“Imagine!”

“And a competent one at that!”

“The nerve of the rogue!” 

“The view makes up for it. On that day of secrets, we were watching a sunset, spying on the angels.” 

“Hmmph, angels!”

“Yes. The King was talking about angels, demons and the like-”

“Typical monarch!”

“He likes to discuss things that he can’t keep in cages.”

“Particularly to things he’s managed to trap.”

“Indeed, I suppose some would see it that way. I find talk of immortality fascinating.”

“You would, you immortal.”

“Future immortal. We were just finishing dessert when the king grabbed my hand and began to stroke the creases in my palm. When I looked up at him he said, “You know what I wish for? More than anything in the world?” I just said I could guess but I’d probably be wrong.”

“How humble of you.”

“He stopped for a moment and gazed up at the sun, on its last legs. Then he swallowed and looked back at me. He told me his biggest secret then.” 

“And now you will tell us, three old pedallers. You will tell us an immortal’s Achilles heel?”

“Yes, I don’t see why not.”

“Very well child.”

“He turned and said-”

“What? What girl?”

“Isn’t it obvious? A soul.” 

“A soul?”

“At first, I thought he had something caught in his throat. Like, he meant to say “soldier” or “solar panels”. Anything other than a soul.” 

“Oh how perfectly ludicrous! An immortal obsessed with souls! That explains you finally. You’re his pet soul. A human girl he can point and laugh at.”

“I point and laugh at him much more than you realise. I didn’t laugh at him on this particular day. On soul day. I just hugged him.”

“And that right there is why he tolerates you. That’s why he wraps you in cotton wool and keeps you locked up with him. That’s why he smothers you with heavy brick walls.” 

“Maybe so. It’s also the reason he asked for my hand.”

“That’s why he asked for your wrist. What’s your reason?”

“For our marriage?” 

“Yes, sod it all, what was your reason for saying yes to him?” 

“Well, I said yes because I love him and I was lonely. And he loves me and is lonely. That’s how these things tend to work.” 

“Why do you love him?”

“Obviously because he’s the grower of insects!”

“I suppose that’s a requirement then? To love a king?”

“That and a pretty sunset.”

“How trivial.”

Suddenly, Abram gives a giant huff. Everyone turns back to him, kicking his legs in the dirt.

“Sure! Sure! It’s fine when Emil interrupts me but when I interrupt his story to ask a simple question. Oh no! Blasphemy! I’m a degenerate! You know what Emillian? I like my story as it is! No subplots, no ending, no superfluous detail, nothing! I don’t need any of this nonsense! What kind of king just sits in a giant flytrap all day, eating babies and wishing about souls and angels and demons and…ugh! I’m done with this Emillian! It took me twenty years to be invited here and I always get treated like mud. But this takes the cake! Enjoy your new companion. I’m going to where I’ll be respected. That’s what I’m doing! Hang around the royalty you despise. Enjoy yourself.” Abram starts stomping away, then stops, picking up a piece of Gus’ chest plate, “And I’m taking Gussie with me!”

He gives a growl then leaves, ignoring the groups’ stunned silence as he gives himself to the shadows.

“Should we go after him or-” 

“No. He’ll be back. He just needs to cool off.” Emil replies, gazing up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set and the shadows were getting stronger. 

“We haven’t got much more time,” The Queen explains, “The king will probably start searching the woods soon and he hates it when I go out on my own-”

“Very well,” Emil interrupts, calmly, “Start your story now. Abram will have to miss out just this once. Poor old guy.”

The Queen sighs with relief and rests back into her throne. 

On the outskirts of the never ending forest, encased in smoke, shadows and carcasses, the city of tomorrow outstretches a wary leg. It has waited patiently. It has called her name for hours. Now it will wait no more. After a moment of hesitation, it slips into the trees, merely a grotesque silhouette. 

#creative writing #my story #ongoing series #part three of four #fantasy #horror #surrealism #surrealist #parallel worlds #monsters #cryptids #cryptidcore #weirdcore #oddcore #american gothic #southern gothic #nonsense fiction

[cynical-amphisbaenia]

Hello, it’s the bard of void/maid of light anon

If you wouldn’t mind, I would like a classpect analysis since I’m currently mid classes crisis yet again

I’m kinda worried I’m gonna write about only the bits that would give off bard of void vibes but im just gonna start I guess

So, I’m quite a creative individual. I write, I draw, I play dnd, and largely try to contribute a bunch to the nonsensical plot of the Minecraft server my friends and I are on. I typically Run dnd games more than I play them. My friends say that my npcs are definitely my biggest strength when I’m the DM.

On top of creative things, I have a habit of learning a lot about random things and spouting off all that I know about them as soon as I get the chance. Recently I spent 4 hours learning about bugs and plants to create an alien species for a super hero ttrpg I was playing in.

As a person, im very anti secrets. I’m basically an open book that comes with an audio book version right next to it. I generally never keep any secret when it’s in regards to myself and I will likely tell my boyfriend or my best friend other secrets if they come up in conversation. I do try my best to keep others secrets besides from that though, it’s come to a point where I just have to stop myself from speaking it I don’t want to let something slip.

On the flip side I do love surprises, because I know I get to tell eventually and the reveal is always great because I love seeing people’s reactions.

Just realized I should elaborate on my thing with secretes. I’ve found that for me keeping secrets like “here’s something someone did that really bugged me but they genuinely don’t know” has never worked out well because this one sided animosity kinda builds up for completely solvable reasons. Then with non serious or harmless secrets, I’m just too prone to talking that they just slip.

Last thing that I think nebulously falls into bard of void category. I don’t like lying and I’m generally pretty bad at it because I subconsciously do it in a comical tone (ie “yes,, that IS what I was doing” with too much emphasis on every word somehow). But I’ve found that if I have time to think out a lie, I can execute it really well, but that only really works when I’m lying for mine or another’s safety. I don’t really lie otherwise

I’m generally uncomfortable with the idea of not being important or useful? In games I’m typically constantly doing mental gymnastics to figure out if I’m actually making a difference or not. It’s especially difficult seeing as my friends aren’t the type of people to commend anyone for being helpful. And the fact that one of my friends is somehow disgustingly good at every game we play, somehow.

When we play a game I’m good at or understand well, I have a tendency of being very vocal and drawing attention to the fact that I’m absolutely killing it, in other circumstances I’d be worried that comes off as annoying, but I accidentally built up this joking image among my friend groups where I’m some nebulous entity of unknown power so, I’m pretty sure all my bragging comes off as a joke.

I’ve noticed my personality is really easy for me to like genuinely change to the root of who I am. I don’t think it should be that easy but it is. I make a joke about myself and suddenly it’s a part of me. Within the past month my entire persona just obtained an intrinsic connection to clowns SOMEHOW and now it’s just like a part of me. On top of that vriskas on the kin list cause past me thought it would be funny. And I unironicaly use the word “babe” despite disliking the word, just because I think it’s funny. It’s not ironic because I think the fact that it’s genuine makes it worse. Is that some strider level irony or am I just being annoying? No one knows. I kinda made being a light player a part of my identity, I managed to start liking the color orange, which is weird since I’ve hated orange since I was a little kid. Uh anyway, I think I wrote a lot so I’m gonna end here. Thanks

From this information I see two main options - yes Bard of Void is one of them but the other option is actually Witch of Light instead of a Maid.

A lot of what you describe does relate to Bard of Void like you pointed out - you destroy the unknown by creating light and sharing secrets. Framing things as being related to Bard of Void is also a sign you are, because although I can relate some of these things to a Witch of Light, your own understanding of your classpect is most important. Not having a stable sense of self and relying on jokes is also a very Bard of Void thing to do. Light does seem to surround you a lot, but in situations that could also easily be you as a Bard avoiding your aspect. Being uncomfortable with the idea of not being important could be you being uncomfortable with your own aspect. 

But you could also be a Witch of Light. A lot of what you discuss does suit Light, like wanting to be important and learning a lot. You also do specifically use the word change - changing the reality of who you are based on bits of information, even if they are jokes. Also, by doing things like sharing secrets, you change the unknown into the known. A lot of what you do is also finding loopholes, which is common for a Witch. You find a way to love surprises by relating it to Light later and you find specific circumstances in which you can lie. 

I hope I haven’t confused you too much by adding a different option to consider! So determining between the two - you can look at the typical ‘character arcs’ for Bards and Witches, or consider their differences in personality. But it might also really come down to how you frame things - currently you do seem to be automatically framing things as a Bard of Void, but that might also be you overthinking it. When you generally think about things relating to your aspect, does it suit Light or Void first? Is the dynamic of destroy/create really important to you, or do you think change might be the more accurate option?

I hope this helps, but feel free to ask any other questions during your classpect crisis. ^^

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How to chat up pretty gals - A manual by Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Hello there. This is for @summer-writes​​​; the prompt was “I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out” “After that, I kinda wish you were”. It’s part of my small celebration for hitting 100 followers, which I’m still thrilled about; I met so many nice people here on Tumblr.

That being said, the request thing is still on if anyone wants to participate.

This story is fluff

(He’s making sure he looks good before his date with Y/N :3)

Enjoy :)

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<<So, what do we have here?>>

<<A man, found dead this morning by->>

<<Yes Anderson, thank you for your valuable contribution. I’ll see for myself now>> Sherlock dismissed the other man, pushing past him and walking toward the body on the bed. John did not even try to apologise for him: both he and Anderson himself knew it would be pointless, a mere pretence.

The detective crushed beside the corpse, pulling out his lens to examine the scene up close. His inseparable companion slowly approached to give the body a once over

<<Livid complexion, yellowish scleras, rigidity in the sims… All telltale signs of->>

<<Poisoning>> A female voice interrupted the army doctor.

Everyone in the room turned to look at the newcomer.

It was a young woman dressed in semi-formal clothes, a Tyvek sterile suit in her hand; she had H/L H/C hair, E/C eyes and S/C skin. The smirk on her lips alone told them she was sure of her deduction.

John agreed immediately

<<Precisely. And you are?>>

<<This is Y/N Y/S>> Lestrade answered for her while she donned the protective covering <<She is the district’s rookie, fresh out of college with a degree in Criminology>>

<<Nice to meet you>> John greeted. She gave a curt wave and immediately got down to business, squatting beside Sherlock to inspect the victim

<<Damn,>> John murmured <<she already behaves like Sherlock>>

It was Sherlock who was not behaving like Sherlock.

Much to the amazement of everybody else, he simply observed Y/N do what she had to, admiring her concentration and her no-nonsense attitude.

When she was done she stood up, dusting off her knees

<<Sherlock?>> Lestrade called <<Don’t you have anything to say?>>

<<Uh? Oh, yes, of course. John, did you notice anything unusual?>>

<<Well, from my first check I can say that the cause of death is snakebi->>

<<It’s not a snakebite>> Y/N interrupted with a monotone voice.

The curly detective glanced at her in a strange mix of amazement and pride: he was expecting her to correct John, but part of him didn’t think she would notice

<<What?>>

<<It is not a snakebite, Dr Watson. Your colleague did not allow you to look very close, but if you did you would have noticed the disposition of the two punctures.

The discolouration around the wounds is not very different, meaning the second one was inflicted almost immediately after the first>> The girl beckoned him closer, pointing at one of the small holes in the victim’s neck <<What do you see?>>

<<The one on the left is deeper, more scraped than the other>>

<<So?>>

<<It was made before>>

<<Precisely. The victim probably put up resistance, hence the greater damage.

I think we have to go through the list of people invited to the party, see if there is anyone whose profession or hobbies entail knowledge of snakes and poison. Speaking of which, where are the animals kept now?>>

<<You mean the victim’s collections of reptiles?>> Anderson asked

<<Obviously>> She huffed

<<They’re at the police station; Sherlock suggested they could be evidence>>

Y/N grinned, looking at the lanky man

<<Excellent. I’m going to pay them a visit now. See you later!>>

<<Wait, Y/N! Aren’t you going to tell us anything?>>

The woman smirked

<<Oh, I think Mr Holmes may have an inkling of what is going on. Bye!>>

That said she ran out of the building, leaving them all in awe.

Lestrade, like everybody else, turned to look at Sherlock, silently begging him for answers

<<The victim likely knew the assassin, or they wouldn’t have ended up in his room.

We have to examine the list of guests and staff from yesterday’s party, see if we find someone experienced with poisonous animals, as Y/N said>>

He had a hard time saying those words; he just couldn’t believe that someone could have reasoned brilliantly and rapidly enough to be at his same level

<<So… She was right?>> John questioned, half smug half incredulous

<<Yes, she was>>

It was the first time something like that happened to Sherlock, and he was incredibly fascinated by the most talented newbie in the Yard.

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Months passed.

The case was solved in a couple of days thanks to the combined brains of the Baker Street sleuth and Y/N. Sherlock and John found themselves crossing paths with her more and more often, but they were both far from displeased about it. The doctor was intrigued by her talent, like his roommate, but he also considerably enjoyed seeing her keeping Sherlock on his toes.

Much to the famed detective’s annoyance, he’d grown smitten with the H/C-officer: she had beauty, brains and a tongue sharp enough to cut him. On top of that, she was well-versed in many subjects, and she kept up with him spewing theories with no difficulty.

He was stumped.

He’d tried talking to her, even flirting -just the thought made him cringe- with her, but he had no idea what he was doing.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat, was reduced to a teenage boy with a major crush, and he hated it.

That was how he ended up hiding in the living room at three in the morning, praying that John wouldn’t catch him red-handed while he looked up some tips on how to “chat up pretty gals”, according to the page he was currently scrolling through.

The brunette had winced violently when he first read that title. Nevertheless, that was how he went about things: research. He was treating it like a case, and he wanted to be prepared when he met Y/N again for a new case- which, according to the clock, would be in less than four hours.

He would need coffee. The website said a nice gesture would help his case, so maybe he could get one for her, too.

He already knew how she liked it.

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<<It was the babysitter?>>

 <<Yes>>

 <<With a knife>>

<<Obviously>>

<<In the living room>>

<<What, are we playing Cluedo?>> Y/N cried out.

They had solved another case in a matter of hours, and he was now accompanying her to the police station to write the report

<<John never wants to play that game with me>> He mumbled

<<I can see why>> The girl snickered.

He couldn’t help but notice she looked adorable when she smiled.

Suddenly, he stopped walking

<<Sherlock?>>

Yes, they’d somehow gotten to a first-name basis, which was a huge success- as far as he knew

<<Y/N, I have to tell you something>>

<<What’s wrong? You are making me worry>>

<<Nothing is wrong, doll>>

The woman’s eyes widened

<<Doll?>>

<<Do you prefer darling? Honey? Babe?>>

<<B- Ba- Babe?!>> She sputtered.

The detective went on with his tirade

<<I did some research. According to the pages I visited, when you like a woman you need to call her “pet names”>>

<<When you- Like- P- Pet names!?>>

<<And use pickup lines>>

<<Pickup lines? What the->>

<<Yes, so I chose one. Y/N?>>

The poor girl was extremely puzzled, but she went along with it

<<Yes, Sherlock?>>

<<I’m not an assassin, but I want to take you out>>

For a few moments, all was silent.

Sherlock was anxiously awaiting her reaction, even a small sign.

Then, out of the blue, she began giggling; it soon turned into a belly laugh, with tears streaming from her eyes as she held her stomach

<<Oh- Oh my- Oh my gosh!>>

The brown-haired man stood beside her, patiently waiting for her to calm down; it took more than he expected, but he did not complain.

When her laughter finally dwindled and eventually stopped, she wiped her cheeks and looked at him, shaking her head in amusement

<<Oh, Sherlock… After that, I kinda wish you were>>

<<What? It wasn’t good?>>

He frowned. The girl moved closer to him, taking his hands in hers

<<Listen, you brilliant fool… You don’t need all that to impress me>>

<<I don’t?>>

<<Not at all. I’m already impressed by how smart you are, the way you solve cases>>

The man finally smiled, lightly squeezing her hands, but then he furrowed his brow again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<If that’s not the right way to “chat up pretty gals”->> They both cringed, and she barely suppressed a snort <<how should I do it?>>

Y/N blushed, but she did not lose her smile

<<Well, Mr Holmes… Bringing me coffee was a good move, and this… This was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me, I have to admit, however cringe-worthy it may have been>>

Sherlock’s grin broadened

<<However, do you know what I would like even more?>>

<<What is it, doll?>>

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>>

Without warning, she grabbed the lapels of his inseparable coat and pulled him closer, cementing their lips together; Sherlock’s eyes widened, but he relaxed almost instantly and tightened his arms around her.

He found it surprisingly enjoyable, and she was not complaining so he assumed she did, too.

When they pulled away Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks even redder

<<Mh, doll… I could get used to that>> She giggled

<<I would love it if you did this more often>>

<<Far be it from me to deny a pretty dame her desire>>

<<Sherlock?>>

<<Yes, doll?>>

<<Stop with the dumb nicknames and kiss me again>>

<<Gladly>>

After another kiss, he gave her a wicked grin

<<Mh, it becomes more pleasant the more we do it>>

<<Then I suggest we keep experimenting>>

<<I second the motion>>

Their lips met again, and their arms wrapped around the other in a vice-like grip.

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A few feet away, sitting at a table outside a café, Lestrade slid a tenner toward John, who pocketed it smugly

<<It’s a pleasure to do business with you>>

<<Bloody hell, there’s three of them now>>

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