#I'm not here to change your mind or pass judgment of you as a person

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hi there!! Can I req a Matthias x reader where the reader is very nice yet shy, and Matthias fell for their kindness but is afraid to confess cause he might lose them(who's the first and only person to show him genuine care)?

(But he's also bad at hiding his feelings)

Or maybe a scenario where he has a difficult time sleeping and finds himself impulsively knocking on your door— regretful of his actions but he can't back out now that you're standing in front of the open door, curious from the unexpected visit.

He's a new char so I hardly find any fics about him and I'm desperate💔 you can change the scenario!! I'm really just desperate uehdhsishd(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

hi anon i LOVED these ideas! i tried to combine both of them into one, i hope it satisfies what you wanted!! ♡

falling slowly 🪡

Matthias isn’t one to act on impulse.

He’ll let his thoughts fester aimlessly inside him, hoping the darker among them someday fizzle out. He’ll watch precious chances fly past him, fearing the consequences of a risk taken too rashly. A missed opportunity is better than another tragedy. A guarded mind is better than a broken heart. But some restless nights drive him to desperation, and tonight that leads him to you.

He stands outside your bedroom door, arms stiff against his sides. He’s passed by this room countless times before, as the two of you occasionally walk each other back to your rooms. But never has he come here on his own, never without explicit permission.

He gingerly raises his hand, letting it hover above your doorframe. All of a sudden, he loses his words. What would he say? I can’t sleep, I need you to check for monsters under my bed? I need you to stay with me until I fall asleep? I need you to tuck me in? What a baby. He can already picture the look you’d send him: a smile that’s trying too hard to be polite, a shabby effort at concealing the judgment within. You wouldn’t turn him down directly, even though he knows you’d want to. Kindhearted people love to dance in circles before saying anything that might offend. He’s all too familiar with this game. Normally, your kindness is something he loves about you, but all he can do now is curse it under his breath. If only you were crueler to him, like most people are, then he wouldn’t have let his hopes inflate his head. He would’ve known never to even consider stopping by your room. He would’ve known to avoid this situation altogether.

His fingers close into a fist, and it’s then he realizes he’s quivering slightly. Louis wouldn’t have a problem in this scenario. That thought piques Matthias most. His “factory defect” has locked him in place yet again, and all he can do is swallow down the reminder of his incompetence. It’s just a door, for God’s sake.

He flexes his fingers one last time, glancing around as if worried someone might catch him. Then he strikes his fist. It’s a clumsy motion, rattling your door on its hinges, and his heart leaps to his throat. A courteous knock would have three raps or so, not the jarring thud! he made — nobody in their right mind would imagine that’s a welcome visitor, right? Especially not at this snake’s pit of a manor. He prays desperately for you to ignore that ever happened. In your position, he’d pretend to be asleep, maybe double-check that the door is properly locked. Surely you’d do the same.

Surely...?

“It’s open!” greets your voice from inside, entirely unconcerned.

Matthias holds his breath. Why are you leaving your door unlocked at this hour? But he tucks that thought away while he stares down at the doorknob. This is it — he’s trapped. If he turns around now, you’ll be left with unresolved fears of someone lurking around your room at night. Nothing could entice him to do that to you. And if you ever found out it was him? It’d be too late for apologies, and definitely not forgiveness. Right, so he has to answer.

Slowly, he cracks it open a fraction, afraid of peering anywhere but the ground.

“You can come in,” you urge. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. Footsteps shuffle around inside, then the door fully swings open. “Oh, hi Matthias! What’s up?”

He only meets your face briefly, at your bright and curious eyes, before his gaze flicks back downward.

“Uh… sorry to bother you, I just…” He awkwardly grasps at his elbows, struggling to string together his intentions. “…I need you.”

. . . . .

There it is. His secret is out. He didn’t mean to let it slip, but that single phrase had been bouncing endlessly around his mind, as if they were the only words he knew. It’s the one thing he can confidently admit: he needs you. He doesn’t expect you to reciprocate. In fact, he’s certain you don’t. Nobody in their right mind would. That’s why he never ventured to say these words before. So when you respond to him with patient silence, as if waiting for him to continue, the entirety of his body freezes over. Maybe only a few seconds pass in reality, but that’s more than enough time for Matthias to fill the gaps. It’s a no — he knows it’s a no.

Your head tips slightly. “Sure, what do you need?”

The whirlwind in his mind slows to a halt. He remembers how he used to cough up excuses on the spot when trying to avoid you—sometimes you’d invite him for a meal or game of cards together, and he had convinced himself those were pity invites so he tended to reject them upfront. It stings less to avoid someone altogether than to endure feeling ‘tolerated’ instead of ‘wanted.’ But now he’s wracking his brain for an excuse to stay.

“I—I just wanted to see you.” It’s not a lie, but for some reason it feels like one.

“Me?” A look of surprise flashes on your face, warmth blooming across your chest. That might be the most forward thing you’ve ever heard from him. Stepping closer, you reach for his forearm, peering up into his face to better examine his strained features. Your free hand reaches up to brush aside the limp strands of hair shrouding his face. “Did something happen? It’s almost midnight—I mean, I don’t mind, it’s just so unexpected…”

The strength falls from Matthias’ shoulders. Out of relief, maybe. Or maybe it’s to brace himself for one last leap of faith.

“Can I stay with you…?” His voice is barely audible. You search his lone eye, staring back at you in its perfect hollowness. At some point, that blank stare has become a comforting sight for you. Your hand trails from his arm to spread across his shoulder. He remains motionless.

“Okay,” you say, softly. “Always.”

As you move to wrap both arms around his neck, you notice his body tense, and his brows furrow, subtly, in a clear attempt not to let you notice. The strain on his face catches you off-guard.

“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” Immediately, you pull back to search his expression.

“N-No, nothing—keep going.”

This time, it’s Matthias who draws you close. His arms weave their way around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His face burrows into your shoulder, and it’s then you understand the weight of his visit, of his need for you. All you can do is lift a tender hand to ruffle his hair, feeling his pounding heart ease in your arms.

#matthias' self sabotage saga continues #i adore this guy #identity v #idv x reader #matthias czernin #matthias czernin x reader #idv imagines #identity v x reader #idv puppeteer #puppeteer x reader

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Yes, I love Jin Guangyao. Yes, I also love Nie Mingjue. We exist

And we want them to fuck

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #nieyao #just reaching out to other likeminded ppl #bc I'm seeing a not very nice sentiment towards big boobily man recently #and you are all free to dislike whoever you want #I'm not here to change your mind or pass judgment of you as a person #just trying balance it out a little bit with some good old fashioned shitposting #so if this doesn't speak to you or worse -feel the need to wElL AcTuAlLy #I highly recommend just scrolling by or blocking me before I do the honors myself #lemme enjoy my unpopular blorbos in peace orz #don't mind me

[nanaloveswo-men]

pairing: nanami x reader (sfw) summary: you and nanami take a few days off work. oh! yuuji is there too! wc: 2.3k

the wind hitting your face was great, even though your hair was getting a little messy. the music playing on the radio was slightly different from what you used to listen, but it was also good. somehow, you even caught yourself humming along the music.

you looked at kento, his usually tense shoulders, now a bit more relaxed. some strands of his blond hair rocking according to the breeze. his dark sunglasses falling a bit on the bridge of his pretty nose. he looked really good while driving.

you almost forgot where you were.

"can we make a quick stop, please? i need to go to the bathroom" itadori shyly asked, raising his hand like he always did in classroom.

kento sighed, looking at the boy through the car mirror "didn't i told you to go back there at the jujutsu school?"

just two hours had passed since you three had left the jujutsu grounds, nanami didn't plan to make any stop at all. he was aching to get to your destination.

"yeah, but i didn't want to go back there" itadori pouted, and you giggled "i can't control" he tried to reson with your husband.

"a little stop won't hurt anyone, i guess. let's strach our legs a bit, kento" you were quick to get on yuji's side.

nanami glanced at you for a moment before changing the route.

"thanks nanamin!" itadori said happily "thank you mrs. nanami!" he quickly added.

you send him a smile before whispering a soft 'thanks' to your husband.

you weren't planning to take yuji to your little vacation, but things just happened before you could control them.

after a day full of work at the jujutsu school, you just wanted to go home back to your husband, but where you were leaving your office, you had encountered itadori quietly sitting on a banch. and you couldn't ignore the ache in your heart seeing him all alone.

against your desire to see kento, you went to know what had happened to the boy.

"hey yuji!" you greeted sitting in the space near him. just seeing someone else already made his eyes fill with happiness. "what are you doing here?" you asked smiling.

"hello mrs. nanami!" the sparkle in his eyes faded a bit thinking about your question "everyone is on mission, and i didn't want to go the dorms, so i decided to come here".

the realization made you sad. besides his friends, he had no one else to be with.

against your better judgment, you invited yuji to have dinner with you and kento. well, you were sure nanami wouldn't mind having one more person at your house. at least you expected that.

"really?" he asked surprised. "i don't want to bother" he looked down playing with the sleeve of his sweater.

your smile only got bigger "nah, don't worry, i'm sure kento will be pleased with your company" you reassured.

that night you, nanami and, yuji had a really enjoyable dinner together, the time wich was usually filled with a low talk, was actually full of laughs, itadori stories, and a grumpy kento trying to act composed in front of his student (he was still a bit mad that you didn't warn him about your guest. he could have made something nicer!).

"we can't leave him all alone, love!" you tried to reson with your husband, but he looked unreasable.

on the other night, yuji let slip from his lips that he was going to be alone the following week, because everyone had missions to go and he was the only one who couldn't go.

right on the next morning you were trying to convince kento to bring his student on your little vacation. you just couldn't bear the idea of leaving the happy yuji at that empty and sad school.

'what if someone from kyoto tries to attack him?' you were playing with all your carts, but kento wasn't having it.

"let me see if i got it, my love. you really want to bring one student from the school you teach at, to the vacation you're taking because you wanted to be away from school business?" he said trying to get you to your right nerves.

but you weren't having it either. "yes, this is what i want, please kento" you claped your hands in front of your face "he's a good boy and i know you like him too. it will be fun!"

nanami sighned. he would regret his decision. "alright, if this is what you want, love."

well, this explained your currently situation. even though kento wasn't a hundred percent sure about this, you knew that he was happy. deep down, he liked yuji just as much as you did. maybe more.

"itadori, while you go to the bathroom, we'll be at the convenience store" nanami parked the car in front of some ramdom store "do you want something from there?" he asked, but the boy was desperate to go to the bathroom, so he quickly dismissed his tutor before running out of the car.

"we better grab a snack for him" nanami agreed with you.

already at the convenience store, you were looking around searching for something yuuji would like to eat, é hile kento was grabing something for him too.

"you know that for him anything you get will be good right?" kento said behind your back, scaring you in the process.

"but i want him to eat because he likes, not because 'anything will be good' you mimicked your husband's, trying to get on his nerves.

kento sighed at your behavior, giving you a quick pinch on the tight "i don't talk like that" he defended himself.

"of course you don't, husband" you weren't paying attention to him anymore, only focusing on guessing which of the snacks yuji would like the most.

after a couple of minutes you finally picked one. or more than one, just in case. now you were judging kento's choice of snack. really, he made the same choice a lady in her 50's would make.

"i'm ready!" yuuji appeared from nowhere.

"itadori, get something for you to drink and go to the checkout" nanami said leaving you two behind, tired of your judgmental stare at his bred. couldn't a man only eat his bred in peace?

you patted yuji's shoulder before running after kento. even though he was in a grumpy mood, he slowed down so you could catch him up.

smiling at him, you said "you're such a father material" your comment made him stop, looking at you with a confused face "you act all serious and composed, but you're just a softie."

"and you are a tease material" he whispered when you got closer to the cashier.

you were happy to just admire your husband paying the things and lightly scolding itadori when he took to long to choose his drink. but you were defintly not happy to watch the cashier shamelessly flirt with your husband.

even someone like itadori had notice the cashier trying to get kento's attention. if looks could kill, the woman would be dead by now. the same way she was staring your hasband's arms and hands, you were glaring at her, but you were trying to send her an warning.

"do you want anything more, wife?" nanami asked looking directly at you, and nothing made you happier than the cashier’s reaction. 'you should close your mouth dear' you thought eyeing the woman.

"thank you husband, i'm satisfied."

after some minutes, the three of you were back to the car, finally heading to the final destination.

you stared at nanami, admiring your man.

"her hair definitely needs hydration, maybe she should get some tips from you mrs. nanami" itadori knew how to get on your best side.

"you're right yuuji" kento agreed giving you a nod.

a new music started and you immediately recognized the song playing on the radio. a band you used to love when you were younger.

"damn, yuuji, can't believe you're into music like this!" you exclaimed turning your body to face the boy. a childsh smile spreading on your face.

itadori got surprised by your sudden reaction "yeah, i've been listening for the past few weeks" you could see in his eyes that he was getting as excited as you "do you like?"

"you have no ideia!" the car now was full of your giggles "when i was your age, i was a freak for this band!" you remembered you old days as a student at the jujustsu school. "do you remember kento? you hated their music cause' it was the only thing i used to listen to."

nanami smiled. of course he remembered. he was so jeaulous of that band because they had all your attention. he never said that out loud though, he just pretended to be sick of their music.

"of course i do love. even though i don't think their songs are that great."

you and itadori frowed at your husband statement. "what do you used to listen to, nanamin?" kento went silent, but you started to laugh.

"oh, yuuji, your dear nanamin was into something different, something more emo" your laugh only got louder at itadori and kento reaction.

"what do you mean?" the boy asked curious.

"this isn't necessary love" your husband tried to restrain you. now, he was regretting all the decisions his young self had made. just like he was regretting his decision to bring itadori to your vacation. maybe he didn't change that much like he used to brag so much.

you were already picking you phone to show yuuji some photos "nah, i think it is" you pick one of your favorites. the first picture of you and kento. you both were standing awkwardly close to each other, while gojo was in the middle, putting you two in a hug.

you were kind of weird too, your hair with a weird cut, and your clothes were definitely the wrong size, but nothing was more different than nanami and his emo phase.

handing the phone for itadori, you looked to your husband, catching the red in his face that he was trying his best to hide. but you were also looking for his permission to show the photo. he concieve in a quick nod.

"this is you nanamin?" yuuji were almost screaming in pure shock "what happened to your hair?"

kento tried to explain that the haircut was trendy ten years ago, but itadori was still in denial. you got the opportunity to show more pictures of your old days.

"gojo sensei looked like a leek" in the photo, satoru was standing with his arms glued to his body, you didn't remember the context in which the photo was taken, but gojo seemed akward.

one more time your giggles filled the car "yeah, he was really skinny and tall, and his hair was like, totally spike. i'm glad that we all changed" you said glancing between nanami and yuji.

after one hour, your little group finally hit the destination. your parents' beach house. it was a small house, but it was really close to a reserved beach. everything was so comfy, ir almost brought back some childhood memories of yours. perfect destination for you and kento. and now, for itadori too.

"let's get inside" you guided the two men inside. they did all the hard work to bring your things inside and settle up.

you made a house tour for itadori, making sure he was feeling welcome. the last spot was his bedroom. your own childhood bedroom.

"make it your home, yuji" you decided to let him alone to adjust his things, also, you needed some alone time with kento "we'll call when the dinner is ready"

itadori seemed like he had something to say, but you wouldn't press him to talk.

"i'm really grateful for everything you and nanami are doing for me, i don't know how to repay you" even tough he was talking, his eyes stayed glue to his feet on the floor.

your heart warmed. "just have fun, it's enough for us" you closed the door.

approaching your husband, he was already starting dinner. you could see cutting some vegetables when you walked down the aisle.

"is everything already my love?" kento asked hearing your footsteps "we have to go to the supermarket, but tonight i'm improvising with what we packed"

you didn't answer him, happy to just hug him from behind. "thanks. for bringing yuji." you hugged him harder.

with little effort he turned to face you. one of his hands on your waist while the other was firmly on your face, keeping your eyes on him.

"i like him too. he's a good boy and deserves to be a child" he was being sincere, spilling what was inside his heart. "and i love you even more because you are so good with him. i should be the one thanking you here"

you caressed the hand on your face, tears almost spilling from your eyes "you are such a good man, kento. i'm luck for marrying you."

you were so close to him. you wanted to kiss his glossy lips.

"let's continue dinner, itadori must be hungry" nanami said pulling away from you. now, a pout in your face, and a smirk on nanami's face. that bastard, he knew what he was doing.

"you know, if i didn't know better, i would ssy that you and yuji were actually son and father" you said from you stop in the small kitchen.

"you wish we were.”

yeah, you kind of wished that.

#yuji itadori #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kento nanami #jjk itadori #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[saiidahyunie]

these moments are everything with you

kim dahyun x reader 

synopsis: you thought you’d be better off alone, until you met her.

warnings: very very very small angst ; mostly fluff 

wc: 4.2k 

a/n: @gayforminatozaki @miinatozakiii i was perplexed with the lack of dahyun drabbles in your reblogs so don't mind me i'm just here to fulfill my quota in the dahyun works department (and also becuase she's my ult bias so i just had to write something for her cuz it would be a crime if i didn't)

had this one sitting the google drive for a couple days now so i thought now would be a good time to post this before i focus on finals for the next week and a half. :/

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱🎧｡°✩⭑: moments by michah edwards (this pushed the fic inspo a lot this song is so cute >.<)

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there was only one word to describe you: average. 

anyone that was friends with you or in your family knew that you weren’t the most outgoing person to be around. you didn’t talk much only when it mattered in the conversation and your friends still accepted you for being that way. taking pride in being introverted while also willing to do whatever they asked was a strength in itself. 

once everyone went their separate ways for college, your small band of five friends were worried about how you’d handle the dorm experience. 

“how much do you wanna bet y/n will be friends with the instructors before any of the students?” 

“y/n’s a bookworm already as it is so i wouldn’t be surprised that the library or dorm will be the go-to spot.” 

you knew that jihyo and jeongyeon meant well and shrugged their comments off when they helped you move into your dorm the first year. in fact, you used the criticism as motivation as you were the top of your class, eventually rubbing it in their face when jeongyeon had to retake a chem class over the summer during your guys’ second year. as for bambam, junho, and ryujin, the other three friends in the group, they couldn't help but laugh at jeong’s blunder as you sat across from her with a sly smirk on your face. 

fast forward a year later and it’s finals week before the summer break. everyone is in a rush, the library was packed, cafes were having a field day, and you couldn’t wait to hear the infamous “midnight screams.” all throughout the week in your dorm. your main math building had several classrooms but you managed to find an open one that wasn’t occupied. you opened the door and scanned the dark room for anything out of the ordinary; sighing in relief, you stepped in the empty classroom and got to work. 

you scrounged up three desks together to make a mock table for your stuff as you got to work on the giant blackboard behind you. about forty-five minutes into your study session, you scribbled an equation on the board with a sturdy piece of chalk. you turn your head to the right side as you see the door open and see a girl with wavy raven colored hair with glasses, making eye contact with you stopping in her tracks. 

“oh shoot, i thought this room was empty.” she started saying, “this was my usual place to study since the library gets overpacked.” you stood there as she briefly apologized and started to turn around. it only took a split second, but you made a choice that would change everything, not even your friends back home would believe this if you said it the first time. you set the chalk down on the board and wiped your hands off with the remnants of it, coughing slightly because of the dust from your hands. 

“you don’t have to leave! i don’t mind if you study here too.” you called out to her, scratching the back of your head and sharply inhaling through your teeth, hoping that she’d take up on your offer. 

the girl stopped her movements when your voice reached her and turned back to you, pondering on your offer. she had a judgment call to make: either look for another room to study in or study with you, making a new friend in the process. thirty seconds had passed and with a blank expression on her face, she walked into the class, setting all of her study materials next to yours on the desk. once she got herself situated, she walked up to you, sticking her hand out. 

“i’m kim dahyun.” the girl said smiling, finally putting her name to the face. 

“it’s nice to meet you dahyun, i’m y/n.” you said, returning the same smile. 

usually you weren’t the kind of person to be flustered when meeting a girl for the first time, but there was something about dahyun that made your head spin and your heart go up an’ over. you shook her hand and held onto hers for a little longer than you should’ve before letting go.  

in a moment’s hesitation, you then picked the small piece of chalk up again, returning to the equation that you started earlier while also saving yourself from the embarrassment you gave yourself. finishing up the equation you step back to the desk island behind you, peering over to see the answer key in the textbook making an audible “tsk” sound with your lips, erasing the portion of your answer you messed up on. 

“shit, it wasn’t this.” you muttered to yourself as dahyun stepped up next to you. “are you in physics 460 too?” she asked, picking up another piece of chalk, scribbling the same equation in the blank blackboard next to you. you stood there in a slight awe as she elegantly finished up the problem, boxing up her answer under the work she just did. 

stepping back to admire her seamless work, you glanced at the board and the textbook to double check. your eyes shot slightly open than usual only to realize that her answer was correct. 

“whoa, h-how did you know exactly?” you stuttered. really? at a time like this? this didn’t happen before, so what the hell is going on with you?

dahyun shrugged her shoulders at you, smiling. “i took the class last semester. i assume it’s professor hyejin since she’s a really good teacher and all the students try to get in her class.” she said, “not an easy class, but she knows the material inside and out.” 

you just simply nodded at her explanation and leaned against the desk island, crossing your arms together impressed at her sharp intelligence. “i tried enrolling for her class at the beginning of the semester, but i got professor heechul instead. he’s an ass. doesn’t even grade things properly and acts like a kid when things don't go his way.” you huffed out with a sigh only to be thrown off with dahyun’s sudden burst of laughter. as she was laughing, you look down and smiled at yourself noticing her really cute laugh. 

“i’m actually a TA for professor heechul right now, so i can see where you’re coming from.” dahyun shook her head in agreement and smiled, walking to her bag to get her own textbook and started reviewing on her own classes. the room filled up with silence that wasn’t surprisingly awkward silence, but instead, it was something else. 

to be fair to yourself, your friends were right about you with everything that they predicted. you were well acquainted with the professors and you basically lived in the library from time to time. now that you’ve met dahyun, the little fire of hope in proving them wrong by being her friend lit a little more brightly. 

the blackboard was overrun with problems and equations left and right. you took a chair to sit down in small five minute breaks as you turned your head to see the clock at the back of the classroom, realizing that it’s been about two and a half hours. any more time spent here would have burnt your brain out with the workload you just did. over to your right side, dahyun continued to work. three textbooks were spread out on the desk island, her laptop was out, and she was triple checking her work on the blackboard as well. you were intrigued with the amount of energy she still had, seeing she was working double time compared to you. 

dahyun looked over to you, and you didn’t realize that you’d been staring for way longer than you should’ve. in a quick movement, your head shot straight down and cracked your neck before grabbing a textbook right after, not even catching the fact that it had been upside down. dahyun observed your last action and softly giggled at your surprisingly funny antic. 

four days had passed since then, you and dahyun were in the same room at the same time again. you pondered on how weird it was for her schedule to be in line with yours. were you gonna ask her about it? no. are you complaining? also no. in that short amount of time, you and her got to know each other better, accustomed to seeing her more and more often. 

“hey dahyun?” you asked with a sense of boldness today. dahyun turned around from the right triangle she drew on the board and looked at you with a smile. she always looked towards you with a sense of admiration, you didn’t think anything of it but it felt nice to have her look that way since it felt good. it was a nice change of pace to have a study partner, a really smart one too. 

“i was wondering if you’d want to grab a drink with me after finals? not a drink as in alcohol, but coffee?” you looked at her, trying to resist the sudden heat that was plastered over your face. you had some sort of idea why dahyun made you feel this way as if your body was going through an acupuncture treatment, but you could handle it. 

a smile stretched across dahyun’s face as she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet, heels touching the ground before lifting off again, excited at your offer.

“i’d love to!”

you simply nodded and smiled back at her while in your heart was doing backflips. “so it’s on me then?” you jokingly asked as she nodded at you again before you two went back to studying. the thought of this was just going to be a one time thing would be diminished at the revelation that you can tell your friends back home that you studied with someone for the week. 

—

finals week of your junior year came and went; not that anyone cared or saw coming, that “one time thing” coffee run turned into a second run, then a third, and then a fourth being an actual date. soon after that first date rolled a couple more dates and the rest didn’t need any further explanation. flash forward  ahead one year following a graduation ceremony later, you and dahyun would be moving in together at your new studio apartment. the discussion about it went smoothly before graduation since you had managed to convince dahyun that you had more space compared to her shared apartment with her friends. a big plus was that your landlord was more fond of dahyun than the previous one that she was with at the time. 

moving in wasn’t a simple task to tackle, the transition for dahyun was easier since you were the one doing all the heavy lifting for her. the boxes she had was a trove of items curated throughout her entire lifetime in addition to the pictures she took of various moments. the two small boxes you were carrying this time were just towers of picture frames with photos with a story to tell. 

one notable thing that you learned about dahyun early on in your relationship was how she loved taking pictures. whether said pictures would be on her phone, your 90s film camera, her polaroid, and just recently an old digicam that you found when you visited your parents back in spring break. dahyun would have at least one camera on hand whenever you two went out, taking pictures of friends, animals, cute architecture, or anything that she found aesthetically pleasing. some of those pictures were of you as well. 

rummaging through one of the boxes she brought over, a picture catches your eye. it was the third date which was a picnic and you were wondering what the clicking sound was at the time. dahyun had brought a polaroid camera and refused to show you the picture, claiming that it was for something later, even though she took twelve more later during the date. the memory flashed through your head as you held the picture in your hand smiling. dahyun scooched over to you placing her head on your arm while you picked up another picture that was you with headphones in and holding a vinyl of one of elton john’s songs. despite the fact how corny it was, you were glad that she kept that one.

click! 

“baby…” you groaned, turning around to see dahyun holding a camera behind you. tilting your head at dahyun as she looked at you with innocent eyes, slowly strolling over to you. 

“what? i can’t take pictures of my lover who looks insanely attractive hanging pictures up?” dahyun asked as she tiptoed to give you peck on the lips, lightly blushing at her sign of affection. 

“sure, you find my sexually appealing hanging a picture on the wall wearing sweatpants and a cream shirt with a soy sauce stain on it.” you said shaking your head, turning your focus to the picture that was slanted on the wall. bad pictures aside, you took pride in the ones that you took of dahyun. one being an amusement park date with her getting off one of the rides and the other one of her at the aquarium for your six months. now, both of these are on the wall in the living room. 

dahyun tiptoed a bit to adjust the picture on the wall before backing up, proud of her achievement. “ah, perfect.” 

“taking pride in your curation?”

“you’re annoying.” she replied back, rolling her eyes and smacked your arm, not even registering the teasing remark. “i was referring to the picture frame hanging on the wall now.”  

you smiled and kissed her temple, slotting your right arm on her waist. “i know. i was just messing with you. the pictures are always nice when you take them.” you looked at her noticing the slight color of pink on her cheeks. dahyun turned towards you, trying to cover her face as you grabbed the polaroid camera from her hands to take a quick pic, capturing the adorable look on her face. 

“hey! you’re so meannn. i don’t look good right now!” dahyun whined as she jumped up to grab the polaroid that was printed out, your hand straight up in the air, laughing at her desperate attempt . after she calmed down, you handed the camera back to her in your left hand, your right hand still clasping the photo. 

“if you’re gonna take a picture of me hanging pictures, i should be able to take a picture of you blushing a bit. it’s a fair trade no?” you claimed as you scrunch your nose at her, eyeing the picture that is now fully developed. you gasped with your mouth agape, enjoying dahyun’s distressed expression. 

“what? do i look ugly?” she asks.

you shook your head in response and turned the picture around, keeping the distance so she couldn’t grab it. “you look adorable in this, i could kiss you.” 

dahyun looked at you blankly, with a small glint in her eyes. “well, why don’t you then?.” she asks, pursing her lips together and leaning in. 

you smirked at her offer, gently placing your lips on hers. your hands having minds of their own finding their place on her cheek and waist as she pulled on your shirt, bringing you closer. a tender, loving kiss you and her shared until a smile creeps through dahyun’s lips as she snatched the picture away from your hands. 

“come on dahyun! you can’t use kissing to your advantage like that.” you complained as she stood there with a smug smile. 

“i can and i just did.” she triumphantly said, shrugging her shoulders as she still had the picture in her right hand. you slowly stepped closer to her, noticing what you were intending to do, this prompted dahyun to run across the apartment for a few seconds. a chase that only lasted two minutes and ended up with you two exhausted on the couch. the objective of getting the photo off of her was completely forgotten as she ran her fingers through your hair with you feeling her heartbeat on her chest. 

you shift over to lay down with dahyun as she held up the picture, putting her other arm around your head to get more comfortable. “i love when you take pictures. i really do, even if it’s the embarrassing ones you usually capture.” you said as you felt dahyun turn her head towards you, her lips giving a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“i know you do, but let me keep this one at least.” dahyun laid back down, adjusting herself to be on top of you and sighing happily. even though both of you were about to drift off to sleep, you knew what she said was genuine. the statement being that she loved you, how she appreciated you noticing the small minute things, and how you adored anything and everything about her. 

—

three years on and pushing to four, in the regular nine to five weekday routine with occasional outings on the weekends, it was easy to get lost in the neverending cycle of labor. the apartment was a lot more lively now with ari, dahyun’s dog now running around the place, things around here were now more filled with love. 

after a painstaking friday shift, you finally made it home first, discarding your shoes and placing your bag on the chair next to the kitchen island, sluggishly walking to the couch and flopping down. nothing was planned for the weekend and you intended to stay at home, without the thought of work running through your mind. you didn’t hate your job all that much, on the contrary, you enjoyed what you were doing with the marketing job despite the unhealthy hours at times. each day brought on a new task to encounter. 

as you melt away on the couch and your eyes become drowsy, you hear the door click open. on nights like this you were accustomed to the daily routine of getting home first and then hearing dahyun come in saying that she’s home, following your pathway to the couch, opening your arms for her to come to your embrace; though it was different this time as you heard a slight shuffle of shoes being taken off followed by her small backpack. 

dahyun then sauntered over to the couch and gently laid down on top of you, burying her head in your chest facing down. you adjust your arms eventually wrapping them around her back, patting it as you looked down to the top of her head. a slight concern stirred in your head since you noticed that something was out of the ordinary with her. out of respect for her state, you hugged her more closely as you muttered an “i love you “ lowly and stroked her hair after while she adjusted one more time before not moving again. 

most nights were always lively with good vibes, but you also liked how there was not much to be said, just simple actions carried so much weight with how much you and dahyun loved each other. as you and her just stayed quietly with the dim light coming from the kitchen and the quiet motor of the humidifier filling up the silence. ahri also did say hi to you and dahyun, but went back to his bed playing with one of his chew toys. 

as you felt the urge to sleep more and more, you felt dahyun’s soft breaths in a steady rhythm. you smiled at her head before you tried to close your eyes, only to be interrupted then. 

the small body laying on top of you stirred for a bit with a few sniffles being picked up by your ears. your eyes opened up slightly wider and propped your body a little bit upward, met with a teary-eyed dahyun. the sight of her shattered your heart as you pulled her closer to you, tears and sniffles soaking the right shoulder of your shirt. you let her collect herself after a few minutes through crying before you ask anything.

“honey what’s wrong?” you kissed her forehead and fixed the few strands of hair behind her left ear, rubbing her cheek that was stained with tears. 

“it’s- i was- i just…” she was struggling to say whatever she had on her mind as you shushed her, hugging her again and rubbing her back in small circles, something that she really liked you doing when comforting her. 

“it’s okay, whatever it is i’ll listen.” you firmly said to her as she wiped her face. “i had a really bad day at work today. my boss kept adding on to what i was working on and i- i was so worried that i wouldn’t be able to finish it all.” you stared at her as she explained what was happening at her work. “i was able to but- i didn’t want to fail and with all the stress i…” she covered her face as she felt more tears about to break through. 

you tilt your head, faintly sympathizing with what dahyun had to go through as you hugged her for the third time in the span of five minutes. knowing that it’s very rare that dahyun rants to you over something that stresses her, since most of the time it’s always happy and lighthearted. before she could jumble more of her words trying to get her point through, you silenced her with a quick peck that shifted to a subtle loving kiss to ease her train of thought. 

pulling back and gazing into her inviting black eyes you rubbed her cheek again, “i’m proud of you working through what your boss asked you to do. it’s all in the past now and you have me.” you bombard dahyun with kisses again all over her face, drawing her a soft giggle in appreciation of your task. stopping for a moment to look at you again, she simply nodded as her sign of thank you and kissed you again. 

“you’re the best y/n.” she softly says to you, “you know what to do and say to make me feel better and i’m thankful for that.” you tilt your head at her compliment as she shifts over to kiss your cheek before leaning back onto the couch sitting upright, rubbing her forearm in comfort.

“anything that i do should always make my girlfriend feel good. but since you’re not better yet, what do you want me to help with? i can cook us something for dinner or do you want me to stay with you longer?” 

it shouldn’t be seen as an anomaly for you to be more gentle and devoting to dahyun. now if you didn’t act like this at all with her, that was a huge problem in itself. dahyun had managed to bring that side out that neither yourself or your friends would ever think that you’d have in the first place. while you did have that guarded demeanor, she also made you more protective of her feelings. it didn’t take that long for you to learn every detail and quirk that dahyun would show through her expressions. you knew exactly when she’s happy or mad; even the times she would cover up that sadness with a fake smile that she perfected. 

“h-how do you expect me to feel fine if you say things like that?” she utters, “every time you do that my heart melts and i ca-” catching herself sniffling again, lightly punching your chest. you laughed at her statement, hugging her once again. 

“i have something to show you.” you say, eying the coffee table centerpiece that had various items in it. in between the remotes you fished out a note, “i want you to read this. as a reminder of how i see myself to you.” handing the note to dahyun and watching her unfold it. the small sounds of the paper crumpling in the dimly lit apartment is all that is heard as dahyun begins to read the note you wrote from a while back when she was fast asleep and you were finishing up a late night project. 

it took her about forty-five seconds to look at the short note that you written but once she finished reading it, she looked at you in awe. no tears were seen in her eyes as she closed the little space between you two in a loving hug. dahyun didn’t say anything nor did she ever have to with these tender moments with you as she pulled away, gazing into your eyes before giving you another long kiss and snuggled back into your chest. you picked the note away from her hand, holding it up high to look back on what you wrote,

dahyun, 

you have done wonders for me when i first met you. i would never have thought of the limitless possibilities of things that i could accomplish alone if it weren’t for you being a part of my life. i thought that i could be content with just existing without making any true connections to anyone that i already knew. but all of that changed when you came along. i’ve said this multiple times to you but i’ll say this once again, thank you for everything. for showing me the beautiful world through your eyes, for being the keeper of my love and memories. for being the one change i will never regret making back when we were in school and i will always love you with everything in my heart. 

love, y/n

#dahyun x reader #kim dahyun #twice dahyun #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff

[purgetrooperfox]

15 Lines Game

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

I'm here from someone's open tags heehoo

passing on npts to @hamburgerslippers @totentnz @killerspinal @kiwikipedia @alwayskote @galacticgraffiti @certified-anakinfucker and anyone who wants to do it!!

“It's not like I frequent these events,” he mutters, feeling like a broken record. “I would appreciate the help though, thank you.”

“A great many things might seem unbecoming when their purpose is obscured, Master Tapal.”

"Peacekeeping has many faces. The diplomats and negotiators do work that I can hardly even imagine." [redacted context] "You're right, all the same. There's a certain naivete and unconscious bias in a lot of Knights. Lack of perspective about what it takes to survive."

“The artist who gave my father his markings was the one to give me mine," he continues, a touch wistful. "Going back home was strange. Seeing the ways it had changed and the ways it was still stuck was… hard.”

"You would be wise not to show your condescension so openly, Skywalker. If I can feel it, so can most beings on this planet. Need I remind you that ties with the Force run deep here?"

“Just Bastra is fine,” Vargdan sighs. The look he fixes on Kenobi is equal parts irritation and resignation. “You said it was urgent, so I didn't pit stop on Coruscant."

“Not the way you do, but my Master did.” His smile is sad, but free from the weight of grief. “He took them very literally, and if you know what they’re like, I imagine you can see how that would toy with one’s mind.”

“The Order is all I have. This is the only reason I ever got off Dathomir.”

“It's not safe to be out here alone,” he says without turning, forcing her to jog a few steps before matching his pace, “especially for unsubtle thieves.”

“Don't say that. Not now. You had your reasons, you had Sifo-Dyas, and I got that. Eventually. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“I know.” A silence, then an admission, “She's not as angry as I was, I don't think.”

"I mean, it's not like I know how to conduct an army. Bones is miles more qualified than I am, so I'll gladly defer to his judgment."

"This was kept from you for a reason. Some stories are best left buried."

"Obi-Wan was killed in action on Utapau," he repeats. "I know nothing more of it."

“I nearly did, after Sifo-Dyas died.” [redacted context] “I was on my own out there, after, no contact with the Temple to replace him. In all that– with that gang, the things I had to watch. The things I had to do. I was right at the edge.”

(nocte and des under there ⬇️)

“It’s not just the job.” Still, Nocte pulls off his gloves and dumps them in a bin. His expression settles into something hard to read. "You're one of us now, whether you're ready to act like it or not."

"I've put myself on the line enough at least one lifetime, but here we are."

"I don't pity you, MacTavish. I didn't come here to fight with you either."

"What was it you said? No room for morality in war?"

"Well," he grunts, "call it a lapse in judgment if it helps you sleep at night. Not like I'd take offense."

“It doesn’t matter, Soap. It’s just not my bloody name.”

"It's exhausting. The upper crust is exhausting. Aren't you exhausted?"

"Price is going to kill me and it'll be your fault. Me and Lee, both," he complains, though it rings hollow when he doesn't stop her.

"It'll grow back, probably faster than the higher ups would like."

"I don't care whose fault it is. Get your asses back here and fix it."

"Are you threatening to blackmail me, Captain? Because that's a two-way street after–"

He whistles, low and appreciative. "That is one big bastard."

"Quit trying to pick me apart, Lieutenant, I'm fine."

"We shouldn't," he forces himself to say. "We can't."

"How do you ever get anything done with your head that far up your ass?"

"You will mind your goddamn manners or you'll see a different 'doc. Do you understand?"

“You came in with a referral, made my life a little easier, so I'll give you a discount. I respect you, Viktor, you're good at what you do. Not to mention your days in the ring – I was such a fan.” His expression twitches toward something that might even be genuine. “How about this, I'll dig up this chrome for you and you'll owe me a favor.”

"I doubt Royce would've let me walk away from that. Heard he's got a new right hand."

"Hard to believe that's true," he said, laughing a little. "Reckon this is more memory than imagination."

“The crew called me Eyes, which was a gonk ass nickname. Stuck, though."

“I’ve known Hands for a long time, grew up in Pacifica. Don’t get me wrong, I heard about you on the street, but didn’t really pay it any mind until he started asking after you.”

"I think you answered your own question. It's a clinic, ain't it? I'm getting doctored."

"Fucking disgraceful is what it is. You build something, pour your blood sweat and tears into it, just for some upstart leadhead to run it into the ground."

“So I’ll talk to him, clear this up,” he says, even though it’s an uncomfortable prospect. “He probably respects me enough to halfway listen.”

"No. No one ever made me do anything. I lost a lot, but I won't lose that."

#leocs #bastra vargdan #clone medic nocte #but more like #atama 'nocte' te rangi #des 'eyes' gallagher #tag game #this was an interesting one for picking quotes and stuff

[captainhysunstuff]

The Chain - Date: Woods Transcript

The Chain - Date: Woods comic

In the woods, Light and L are climbing over fallen trees.

L: Light. Are you going to tell me where we're going or not?

Light: It's where I'm going to hide your corpse.

L: ...

Light: *smirk* Relax. I'm joking.

L: ...Your sense of humor is terrible.

Light: Whatever. Don't fall behind. I want to get this over with before it gets dark.

L: ...

They walk deeper into the forest. Light eventually stops within a clearing and takes off his bag.

L: This is where you wanted to... continue?

Light: Yeah.

L: Oh... All right. *starts shrugging off his jacket in preparation for intimate shenanigans* Strange location, but-- *thinking* A ritual perhaps?

Light: *snort* HA! Not for that, you goober!

L: *embarrassedly pouts and growls while putting his jacket back on* What's special about this place, then? Is something here?

Light: It's neutral ground.

L: "Neutral ground..."

Light: Have we reached 100%?

L: 99.9%. I wouldn't mind hearing you say it.

Light stands silently. L watches him intently. Light tightens his fist, then loosens it.

Light: *turns to side-eye L* ...I am Kira.

L: *excitedly smiles*

Light: *crosses his arms* What are the conditions of L working with Kira?

L: *smirks* For me to work alongside you?

Light: *leans against a tree, waiting*

L: *sobers up* My terms are as follows: One: you will reveal the locations of every notebook that you know of. Two: the killing list will be run by me before judgment is passed.

Light: *glares*

L: *raises finger* Hear me out. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing that you're hoping to improve the world by killing criminals. Encourage better behavior by threatening swift and severe punishment to those that corrupt society, and targeting those that hinder this mission is an unfortunate exception. I understand that, I do.

But if changing the world is really your goal, then I believe the time for scourging is over. You've already shown everyone that you're watching for the scum of the earth to step out of line. Now is the time to be selective. Quality over quantity. I can help you target more influential people who cause chaos. Attack the root rather than the symptom.

Light: What makes you think that I couldn't do so on my own?

L: Please. No one person can change the world all by themselves. Not lasing change, anyways.

Light: I'm inclined to disagree. Many individuals have made a difference.

L: They still needed other people to follow them. Others who were convinced that their proposed changes were for the better.

Light: I am doing that. Kira has millions of followers by now.

L: Your methods will not last. Even if you manage to get the entire world on board with Kira's purpose and morality, how does that stop crime from happening? Fear of punishment? That already exists! What, because your punishment is faster and supernatural, the lesson will stick better?

Light: *insulted, leans forward* It's better than what came before!

L: And if Kira disappears? In just these few weeks of silence, I've noticed a tentative spike in criminal activity. Things are just itching to return to how they once were. Everyone is ready and willing to accept Kira's time on Earth as a dark, fear-filled period in humanity's history. Write him off as one of the worst murderers of all time.

Light: ...

L: I'm telling you, if you really want change, just killing anyone who commits a crime isn't going to cut it.

Light: Kira doesn't kill indiscriminately.

L: *approaches Light* I can help you. Help you do the necessary research to deem a person worth erasing.

Light: Kira does do research and judges accordingly.

L: *unfolds Light's arms* Forgive me, but you're just one person from one walk of life. You only have your own perspective to go by. *cradles Light's left hand* This is part of the reason why a single person can't change the world on their own. Not on this scale. Let me lighten the load. *brushes some hair behind Light's ear* Having a second set of eyes is objectively better for making fair judgements. Kira can't afford to make mistakes... *holds Light's hand up and smiles* ...and who is better suited for double-checking Kira's work than the best detective in the world?

Light: *cracks a smile, amused* Hm. You think so highly of yourself.

L: *raises Light's hand to his mouth* My resume speaks for itself, and experience has shown that we work well together.

Light: *touches L's bottom lip* I won't lie. This offer is starting to sound attractive. However, you won't use this to wrest control over who ultimately gets judged.

L: Of course not. All I'm offering is a second opinion. *shoves his hands in his pockets and puts on an annoyed look* Also, criminal lives aren't only a resource for you. Remember, you aren't the only one trying to fight crime. Some of the people you've judged were being held for questioning and died before they could've revealed crucial information. Such hastiness endangers the lives you want to protect. I can ensure that this never happens again. They could also be my employees, so y'know...

Light: *pulls hand back and chuckles sheepishly* Ehehe... I can see how that would be annoying. Fair.

L: You would ultimately have the final say, and I'd leave the act for you to carry out... unless explicitly asked.

Light: Hm. *thinking* He's expressed interest in testing the notebook before. How could he not want to at this point?

L: My next term is the allowance of me requesting a kill now and then.

Light: Oh?

L: It would be an absolute last resort. No offense, but I also find Kira's power quite cheap.

Light: It's really not as overpowered as you'd think.

L: Really? Well, I suppose there are rules in place regarding its usage...

Light: Any other conditions or concerns?

L: The last and most obvious request I'd have... Spare my associates.

Light: *serious expression* Will they obey you if you order them to not oppose Kira?

L: ...Not necessarily.

Light: Then I can't guarantee their safety. Kira will eliminate all threats.

L: Then I ask that you run your decisions by me first. I would like to be given the chance to speak in their defense.

Light: Perhaps.

L: If you agree, know that if I find that you abuse or violate my terms in any way, I will immediately resume my path to convict and sentence you.

Light: *closes eyes and looks away* Hmph.

L: But show me even a modicum of respect, and I will refrain from going after you myself. *leans against the tree alongside Light and partially holds his hand* I promise.

Light looks down at his held hand, and glances back up at L. L smiles softly at him. Light's heartbeat quickens as he returns the expression.

Light: These are all of your terms, I assume? Respect, an open mind, and no surprises. Do I have that right?

L: *nods* Yes.

Light: Hm. I suppose you aren't asking for the impossible...

L looks down surprisedly as Light entwines their fingers.

Light: I also have the right to reject your assistance at any time.

L: Of course. That goes without saying. I can't control what you do. *sticks his tongue out with silly expression* That's a Kira power.

Light: *laughs* True.

L watches as Light rummages through his bag and pulls out a garden trowel.

#transcript #my fancomic #Death Note #lawlight #The Chain #I really should start numbering these. Someday. #I never intended for this thing to get so long lol

[utilitycaster]

Regarding your tags: do you mind elaborating on the Rumblecusp thing? I caught up to streams during the Aeor arc and didn't really see fandom stuff earlier, so I'm a bit curious what you meant by that? Thanks in advance!

(in reference to this post)

Not at all! Basically, during the Rumblecusp arc, there was a lot of back and forth of who was Ackshually Supportive of Jester And Her Choices, and, with the admission that I myself am not a neutral person in these discussions, they all conveniently aligned with the decisions of the character they most shipped with Jester:

Caleb generally let her do whatever and stayed out of it, which was interpreted by people who shipped him and Jester as him supporting her (because he lets her do whatever), but leaves out the context of Caleb's whole canonical deal of feeling he cannot judge other people or tell them what to do in their own personal matters because he feels he has no moral position to do so; ie, this is not explicit support of Jester but rather how Caleb interacts with basically anything in which he is not directly involved. Do note also: Caleb tries but fails to have Cat's Claw grab Jester when she holds on to Artagan; there is, clearly, a point where he will oppose her choices.

Beau was pretty against Artagan the entire time. Honestly I think Beau punching him was very funny and she did, to her credit, ask permission first, but anyway, this was interpreted as Beau protecting Jester from The Traveler's malice. And, to be clear, he did bring them to Memory Loss Island on purpose, and while he promised Jester he'd have helped her, it's fair to have concerns about that. But Beau - understandably, since she frankly doesn't have good relationships that date back to early childhood the way Jester does - never quite seems to grasp how important Artagan is to her, and that you can be frustrated with him (hell, Jester is) and worried about Jester while still acknowledging that cutting off Artagan entirely will never be on the table. (Given Beau's mechanics, she is unable really to interfere with Jester being pulled up into the sky so I can't judge her on that).

Fjord ends up in the middle. Jester specifically seeks out his opinion, and he essentially says "look, we will support you as long as you're not being forced to change yourself to suit Artagan." He and Beau also agree to intervene with the Traveler as needed. When Jester is being taken, he goes up there with her and tells her to please let go and that the party will catch her. Eventually, Artagan takes the choice away and kicks Jester (and Fjord) off.

Now for what it's worth, I do think talking through these three approaches is interesting! All three characters are, canonically, people who care about Jester and harbor romantic feelings, and all three are approaching this in real and interesting ways consistent with their characterization. The reason why the discussion was eyerollingly stupid to me is not that it existed; it was that first, it really only centered around those three and either ignored or excused non-romantic faves (Caduceus is very suspicious of Artagan and the judgiest man to ever exist (affectionate), but people arguing in favor of Caleb's laissez-faire attitude who liked Caduceus often gave Cad's judgment a pass while calling Fjord and Beau awful. They also largely ignored Yasha and Veth, who both had imo approaches not dissimilar to Fjord's, though more subtly borne out in that they did not explicitly talk to her about it.)

Second, and more obviously, it was all "what does Jester want" until she decided she wanted to kiss someone they didn't want her to, and then suddenly she's a dumb bitch and her choices are bad, so, you know, was it ever about respecting her choices, or was it a constantly shifting goalpost of what supports the ship. (sidebar: if the goalpost is constantly shifting for your ship? does not bode well for the ship, typically.)

Anyway the two points I'm getting at here are:

I think you can love someone unconditionally in that you care about them as a person regardless of what they do, but that doesn't mean you can't judge them or encourage them to make different choices. It's like a twist on the old saying: if your friend jumped off a bridge, would you follow them? Except it's "if your friend was going to jump off a bridge, and it was their choice, would you stop them?" or "If your friend were going to push a ton of innocent people off a bridge, would you stop them?" There is a difference between "I want you to have agency in your life and be happy" and "I'd rather let you destroy yourself or others than push back even a little on your choices". There's something selfish, in being so scared to lose someone before the fact that you risk losing them far more permanently; and something deeper and more selfless in saying "I love you so much that I'd rather you hate me and live, than that you die or commit atrocities." Like, you should be there for them, but you don't need to validate things you believe are harmful just to support them.

The core principle of literary analysis is basically "any interpretation is valid provided it is evidenced by the text." You can watch through the lenses of shipping goggles and enjoy yourself; but often those are not supported by the text. And that's fine! I know I tend to sound condescending towards this and I will admit it's because I see absolutely no appeal in it, but if you want blorbo 1 and blorbo 2 to kiss and want to watch a show that seems to be driving to that end point regardless of canon, then that is your right and I am not going to stop you. However, no one else is under any obligation to find validity, let alone agree with that interpretation. Indeed, just as it's valid for you to watch with shipping goggles, it's valid for other people to vocally disagree (provided they're not harassing you and are doing so in a place you can choose to block out), particularly if it outright conflicts with canon or is hypocritical in the context of your other interpretations.

#answered #dhwty-writes #cr tag #critical role spoilers

[yoonalgc]

( ❀ Hello, everyone! ...What a surprise, right? It's me again... attempting to bring a girl into this world. WIll I succeed? Let's see. It's Sera here to introduce to you my character! She is brand new so I'm expecting her to grow as I write her. I've listed some plots at the bottom but I prefer to do brainstorming. I'm open to plotting in either Tumblr IMs or over Discord, whichever you prefer. Without further ado, please read my rambling. ( I'll have a pinned I'll post later. ) Like this post ♡ and we can plot! )

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BACKGROUND !!

Born october 4th, 2001. ( 1004, she asserts reflects her — it is an angel number after all )

Grew up in Gumi which is a smaller city just outside of Daegu.

Parents were high school sweethearts who waited to start a family until he finished his military service and she finished school. Mother was a flight attendant. Father is a former professional choreographer.

Family used to be fairly well off before the drastic change and her mother's medical bills became increasingly more expensive.

They eventually moved to Seoul in 2016 when her father got an opportunity to choreograph for an entertainment company.

Father gave up his career after his wife’s passing in 2019 to attend to a portable convenience stand by the Han River once owned by his own father. Their formerly close relationship grew estranged and tense rather quickly.

Used to be a competitive archer. Failed to make it on the national team multiple times, nevermind the Olympics. Became easily discouraged and decided to quit after an argument with her father. She even threatened to drop out of school unless she could join a company to focus on her dancing.

Before lgc, she joined an entertainment company while in high school only to get scammed into a trainee program and drained of almost all her money via their training debt scheme.

Waited until she graduated to audition for Legacy Entertainment. Somehow, she got in... and from there, she begins to change a bit as a person.

PERSONALITY & MORE !!

Works at an arcade/PC Bang for now. She likes to sneak in a nap in the dinosaur safari VR machine.

She uses the nerf gun and water gun from the prize table to ward off unwanted guests or customers who overstay their welcome. Careful, she has great aim.

Oddly good at fixing things ( to a certain extent ), a trait she picked up from her brother who has a penchant for inventing. Being practical helps quite a bit, though.

She is no stranger to putting on an act to get something for free. a convincing & skilled liar. she even stole someone’s phone once to sell but will never admit this. jokes about needing a glucose guardian but never say never.

Tendency to be flirtatious. offers compliments — sincere & underhanded.

Only actually been in one serious relationship that she considers was worthwhile & lacks the motivation to pursue anything else. Often finds herself leading people on but falls for people easily as she's rather susceptible to romantic gestures, then forces herself to lose interest when things get a little too spicy.

Good listener. Purveyor of gossip. Collects many rumors, rarely spills to anyone. Tell things to her at your own risk. She will hardly speak a word about her own background ( and will even lie sometimes ) but is content to know everything about everyone else.

Has a good sense of humor and able to laugh at herself.

Actually kinda lazy about everything unless it's dancing. She just likes to say she's just laid back.

Speaking of dancing, she is especially into the art of waacking/tutting/vogueing, as she finds the elegant precision to be appealing and especially fun to do.

Very opinionated & can come across judgmental for her willingness to speak her mind, Notorious for reacting with her face ( ie. side eyeing ).

An introvert. Also claims to really hate people but is naturally social despite this.

Often plays a vain character, usually an exaggerated version of herself ( channeling Goddess Gyuri & Mijoo ) — perhaps to compensate for or conceal… something. Part of it being that she enjoys entertaining people with her antics. It is not rare to catch a glimpse at her "real self" but it's hard to even say what that even is.

Calm but when she's memeing and being crazy, she becomes unhinged. Like so.

A bit fickle & indecisive, sometimes allowing her impulses to take control of a decision ... or out of pure spite.

Had a time where she was so desperate for money, that she was willing to lie to get freebies or sympathy discounts. But we don't talk about that time anymore. It was just a phase.

Not malicious by any means but it is easy to interpret her actions as such. She desires attention and love in this aftermath of her life plummeting, and just goes about it in a rather unconventional way.

Hates people who smoke. Her mother's lung cancer being the main cause. If you smoke any substance, prepare for to be side-eyed and judged.

Lastly, she is @lgcxnoeul's weirdo cousin.

CONNECTIONS ??

anyone who comes to the arcade/pc bang. she's almost always there. bonus points if you're a bit of a menace or you want to challenge her to a game. the possibilities with this one are pretty endless!

flirtationships a plenty. applicable to any gender; she certainly does not discriminate. she is the type to unabashedly flirt, compliment people, or make flirtatious jokes. ( however when the heat comes, she usually resorts to aloof behavior and runs away. )

obviously people will be put off by her antics so frenemies and antis alike are welcome! antagonistic or toxic relationships are welcome in general.

gossip friend. what is said between us stays between us ... of other people's rumors, of course. but it's best to be careful who to trust with secrets.

fake friends. speaks for itself. mutually beneficial, forced laughter, eye rolls when the other looks away. she's been entrenched in this fake friend group just for the laughs

an ex. she's only dated one person in a serious way before and it didn't turn out too well... or it ended amicably. who knows? was a rather innocent relationship but it broke her heart. happened shortly after she joined lgc in 2020 or overlapped. discussion is required!!!

that being said, she most likely had a couple flings here and there that lasted a short time. she's prone to running away or getting "bored".

jokingly, she always says she wants a "glucose guardian" and you are the perfect candidate. she constantly convinces you to buy things for her ( mostly bubble tea ) or you might even do so willingly. either way, it makes her happy.

she has a "dark past" ( not so distant... maybe 5 days ago is considered the past ) in which she tried to fleece people out of money just to get by. don't look at her if she might have pretended to fall in front of you for sympathy, too.

this is vague but... people she can assist with dancing in any way or their overall confidence.

people who know her real personality and are tired of her putting on this strange over confident persona.

went to high school together ( Hanlim gang )

for the lgcu event, she is in younggong. i'm still figuring out what she will be doing but i will need one person from there to do a thread with.

#❀ ◡ reality speaking! ( ooc. ) #hi #lgc:intro

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 02 of ? | masterpost

word count: 2966 | ao3 link

I glanced up and saw no hint of judgment in his eyes or voice. That was definitely a new thing to me. Ever since the incident on my birthday, it seemed like almost everyone around me had been treating me like a terrible person. But Dave seemed genuinely concerned, which was new to me. So far, I had only seen his laid-back side. It seems I wasn't the only one full of surprises.

✦ on this chapter: oc is cliff's cousin, +18, slice of life, drinking, smoking, cliff being cliff (overprotective older cousin), physical violence, implied alcoholism and drinking issues, dave mustaine x female!oc

“Hey, Nore. Wake up.” I woke up to Cliff gently shaking me.

“Hmmm... What time is it?” I grumbled, covering my eyes with the pillow. I opened my eyes, annoyed, when Cliff pulled the pillow from my hands. “Hey!”

“It's almost eleven. You slept so much that you didn't even wake up with the guys' mess last night.” he scoffed “I almost thought you were in a coma or something.”

I let out a big yawn and stretched, already feeling guilty for having slept so much, but knowing there was no way to avoid it. I was exhausted after the trip the day before, and honestly, I still didn't feel 100% rested.

“Hey, today is my first gig with the band.” Cliff remarked as I searched for some clean clothes in my bag.  “Wanna come and watch?”

“Sure. As long as you don't ban me from having a drink.” I stood up and turned to him, eyebrows raised. He let out an annoyed sigh.

“It's not a problem if you drink, Nore. Just don't go crazy with it.”

I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

“You enjoy your drinks too, Cliff. Don’t act like you’re the authority here to lecture me.”

“Whatever.” He furrowed his brow. “I'm hitting up the grocery store to grab something for lunch in like 15 minutes. Wanna tag along?”

“Sure, just let me change real quick.” I showed him the stack of clothes in my hand.

“Cool. Meet me in the living room when you’re ready and then we’ll go.” He said and headed out, closing the bedroom door behind him.

I quickly changed and stepped out of the room. I froze in disbelief at the chaotic sight that greeted me in the living room: a mess of beer bottles and cans scattered all over the floor, and Lars sprawled face down on the rug, passed out. I shot Cliff an accusing look as he strolled in from the kitchen, munching on a sandwich.

“And you're worried about me drinking?” I pointed to the mess. “Why don't you rein in your buddies?”

Cliff laughed.

“Hey, they're not you. Plus, you better get used to it. They drink like hell.”

I rolled my eyes and headed to the kitchen, where I spotted Dave crashed out at the table, head and arms slumped down, with a half-empty beer bottle in his hand. I opened the fridge — more beer inside and hardly any food.

“Guess I'll be having beer for breakfast.” I mumbled to myself.

“Wouldn't be a bad idea.” I heard a groggy voice chime in. I glanced up and caught Dave's smirk.

“Here.” Cliff shoved a sandwich, just like the one he was munching on, into my hand. “Let's bounce.”

“Where you guys headed?” Dave asked.

“Off to the market, to grab some food.” Cliff replied gruffly. “I bet Lars and James will wake up starving.”

“Count me in.” Dave said.

Cliff gave him a puzzled look, raising an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as he made his way to the living room. I followed along and took the chance to swing by the bathroom and brush my teeth. That's where I found James, fully dressed, snoozing in the bathtub with an empty beer bottle in hand. I couldn't help but wonder how wild things got while I was asleep. When I returned, only Cliff was in the living room.

“Where did Dave go?” I asked.

“Changing clothes. He was stinking.” Cliff grumbled.

“I heard that.” Dave grinned as he came down the stairs. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks when I realized I had been staring at him — his smile was really beautiful.

Thank goodness Cliff couldn't read minds, or I would have to deal with him teasing me about that thought for the rest of the day.

We made our way to the car, and I hopped in the backseat while they claimed the front seats. We quickly arrived at the supermarket, the same one I’d gone to with James the day before. While Cliff parked the car, I headed to the food section, with Dave trailing behind me.

“So, where are you from?” he suddenly asked.

“Long Beach.” I replied, glancing at the products on the shelf. I picked up a few cans of tomato sauce before looking at him, who had leaned casually against the shelf, observing me. “And you? Are you from around here?”

“No, I'm from La Mesa.” he smiled “I didn't think you were from California. You have a beautiful accent.”

I was surprised that he had noticed the accent that had become barely noticeable over the years. I blinked, feeling a bit embarrassed by the compliment, but strangely happy about it.

“My grandparents are not from around here. My grandma is French, and my grandpa is from England... My mom is English too, and when I was a kid, we used to travel a lot. I guess that's why.”

“Seriously?” he raised an eyebrow  “I never thought Cliff had such a fancy cousin.”

I chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Cool to know that, though. When we hit it big, you can be our tour guide for international gigs” he teased.

“That'd be a disaster.” Cliff chimed in. I glanced to the side and saw him standing there, arms crossed, observing our conversation. I could feel my cheeks warming up a bit. “She's so scatterbrained that you two would end up getting lost in no time.”

"It wouldn't be so bad." Dave grinned at me. I could feel my cheeks turning red, but Cliff didn't seem fazed at all. He gave Dave a cold glare before snatching the grocery basket from my hand and walking off. Dave chuckled. "Is he jealous of you?"

“No, he's just an overly protective idiot.” I scoffed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“No worries. I won't push you into anything you don't wanna do.” He chuckled softly. I smiled.

“If I can score a couple of beers at the show tonight, that's good enough for me.”

I could see the excitement light up in his eyes when I mentioned the show, and my heart started racing. Oh my God, what was happening to me?

"So, you're going tonight?" he asked, and I nodded. "I already know this cool spot we can hit up afterward. There's a bar near the venue that I think you'll like."

"As long as they've got beer for me, it's all good." I chuckled. "What do you play?"

"Oh, I'm on guitar. James handles rhythm guitar and vocals, and Lars is on drums. And Cliff plays bass, but you already know that." he grinned.

"Oh, I've always wanted to learn guitar!" I exclaimed, getting excited. "But my mom made me take piano lessons."

"Piano?" he laughed, looking surprised. "You really are full of surprises. How did a girl like you end up living with us?"

I froze when I remembered why I was there. Well, that wasn't exactly a topic I was eager to dive back into because it hadn't been a pleasant experience. Dave must have sensed my hesitation because he instantly changed his demeanor. He stepped away from the shelf and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

I shook my head.

"It's just... I had some trouble with my family. And with alcohol."

"Was it really bad?" he asked. I glanced up and saw no hint of judgment in his eyes or voice. That was definitely a new thing to me. Ever since the incident on my birthday, it seemed like almost everyone around me had been treating me like a terrible person. But Dave seemed genuinely concerned, which was new to me. So far, I had only seen his laid-back side.

It seems I wasn't the only one full of surprises.

"It was really bad." I admitted in a low voice.

"Hey, you coming or what?" Cliff called out before Dave could answer, holding the basket full of groceries in his hand. "If I knew I was bringing you two just to have a chat, I would've left both of you back home."

I shot him a slightly irritated look for the interruption but followed him to the checkout counter.

Dave and I didn't exchange many words for the rest of the day. Cliff was always around, and everyone was caught up in the pre-show preparations. However, I found myself distracted, thinking more about our conversation than I cared to admit. Not only that, but also the way he smiled, his eyes, his face. I seriously need to get a grip, I scolded myself.

Later in the evening, as we were getting ready to go out, Cliff's girlfriend, Leanne, showed up. Cliff introduced me to her — a girl slightly taller than me, with dark wavy locks and olive skin. She was extremely kind, and we discovered we had a shared love for the same bands. She even offered me a place to crash at her house since she had a spare room. I politely declined, but I realized I had gained a friend.

Leanne and I were lucky enough to secure a spot by the stage where Cliff and the guys would be performing.The venue was small and expected to be crowded - and it definitely was. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as the crowd filled up. To my delight, we had a cooler nearby stocked with some refreshing beers. I wasted no time grabbing one as soon as we arrived.

The show didn't take long to start. I enthusiastically applauded as they took the stage. They kicked things off with a cover of Diamond Head and then transitioned into their own original songs. I was surprised and thrilled by their talent. By the second song, I was completely hooked, jumping and hollering along with the rest of the crowd. I couldn't believe how happy I felt in that moment — it had been ages since I felt this alive.

James and Dave took a breather while Cliff kicked off his bass solo, which I knew parts of since he had shown me a bit of it once. They went over to the cooler, sweaty, and grabbed some cans of beer and towels to wipe themselves off. Dave approached me with a smile, standing next to me to watch Cliff play.

"Hey," he said, handing me his beer can. "Mind finishing this for me? Gotta run back there."

I barely had time to crack a smile before he dashed back to the center of the stage, launching into another upbeat, fast-paced song. Their onstage energy was out of this world— I could just feel in my bones that they were destined for big things someday.

They played a few more songs and wrapped up the show. Time flew by, and I was buzzing with excitement the whole time. We headed backstage as the crowd dispersed. Cliff approached us, beaming with joy, more hyped than I had ever seen him since I arrived in San Francisco.

"Did you like it?" he asked me, grinning, while throwing his arm around Leanne's shoulders. She cracked open a cold beer and passed it to him.

"I fucking loved it!" I exclaimed, and he chuckled at my enthusiasm. "You rock so hard."

"Damn straight I do," he replied with a confident smirk.

"And you're not short on ego either," Leanne teased. He laughed it off.

"Want to grab a drink?" he asked her, then glanced at me with uncertainty. "You up for heading home?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Why would I want to do that? Seriously."

"Wanna join us for a drink, Nore?" Lars chimed in, approaching. He was all sweaty, but didn't seem tired at all. In fact, every time I saw him, he was bursting with energy.

"Absolutely," I responded, giving Cliff a daring look, but he didn't seem bothered. Lars grinned.

"Awesome! Hey, James, Dave!" he called out to the other side of the room. "Nore's coming with us."

I glanced over at them. James was busy chatting with some fans who had managed to sneak backstage, so he didn't seem to pay much attention, but Dave looked at us and flashed a smile as he approached.

"Did your dad let you come?" he asked, pointing at Cliff.

"He doesn't need to let me," I retorted, with a challenging tone and then said, teasingly: "If I feel like having a drink, I know where to find what I need."

"I highly doubt that," Cliff quipped with a touch of irony. "You've only just arrived in town, and you're such an airhead that you'd probably get lost without us."

Lars and Dave burst into laughter, and I playfully smacked Cliff's arm.

"You're such a buzzkill," I complained.

"You're such a child," he retorted.

"Stuck up."

"Idiot."

"Alright, enough of that, you two," Leanne laughed. "Come on, let’s get our drink on!"

We helped pack up the equipment and cram it into the van we came in. I ended up sandwiched between Leanne and James, his hair brushing against my face. We soon pulled up at a bar, where we managed to get in without showing ID. Dave bought a round of beers for everyone, and the drinking started.

I quickly realized that Cliff became way more tolerant of my drinking when he had a beer in his own hand. My vision quickly started to blur, and my face felt warm, but I didn't really care. Lars and Dave were laughing loudly about something, and there I was, staring at Dave again. Dave and his half-smile, Dave and his brown eyes, Dave and his cute nose. Damn, he was seriously attractive.

"He can't shut up about you," James remarked, leaning in next to me, beer in hand. "I can't stand hearing about it anymore."

"You find me that annoying?" I asked, a bit angry. Definitely the alcohol talking.

"Didn't say that. But it'd be easier if he just grew a pair and asked you out," he smirked. I blushed.

"Bet it's all talk."

"Wishing it was true?"

"Shut up."

"You get feisty when you drink. Is that why Cliff wanted to put a ban on you?"

"Shut up, James," I grumbled. "You're wasted."

"Look who's talking. And you didn't answer my question."

"Are you worried?" I teased. He flashed a mischievous grin.

"As if."

"Then I don't owe you an answer."

"What are you guys talking about?" Dave stumbled over, and I could tell just by looking at him that he was much more drunk than James and I together.

"James is pissing me off," I griped.

"Hey, I just said he can’t shut up about you" James retorted, chuckling. 

It happened so fast I could barely process it. All of a sudden, James was on the floor, howling in pain and rage, while Dave punched him, his face beet red.

"You didn't have to say shit!"

"Get the fuck off me, you moron!" James shoved him away. "What the fuck was that, you jerk?"

"Go fuck yourself! You didn't have to say shit!"

"What?" I asked confusedly. "Dave, what the..."

But they were already throwing punches at each other again. The bar owner rushed over, shouting something about calling the police, but they only ceased their fight when Cliff stood up, sighing "this shit again," grabbed both of them by the arms, and threw them to the ground.

"If you guys get arrested, I'm not posting bail for anyone, got it?" he asked, annoyed.

"Remember what we talked about, Dave," slurred Lars, followed by a hiccup. "If you're fighting, it’s a sign you've had too much to drink."

James and Dave stood up, furious. James had a split lip, and a trickle of blood stained his chin. He glared at Dave while Dave, visibly anxious and angry, approached me. He grabbed my arm, but without applying any force.

"What'd he say to you?"

"He didn't say anything, Dave," I replied, taken aback. "We were just talking."

"I'm serious, Nore."

"Hey. She already said it was nothing. Back off," Cliff intervened, shoving him away from me. "Nore, I'll call a taxi to take you home."

"What? Why?"

"The night is over, or do you think there's still a party vibe here? I'll handle this mess, but you need to go home."

"I'm going with her," Dave said.

"Like hell you are," Cliff grumbled. "You're going to help sort out the mess you started, you idiot. Come on, Nore."

Cliff took me over to a phone in the corner of the bar, dialing up a taxi to come and pick me up. He handed me the house key and some cash.

"Here’s for the taxi. Let's wait outside."

We stepped outside and waited in front of the bar. The night was cold, making me shiver and wrap my arms around myself. Cliff placed his leather jacket over my shoulders. It was oversized, but it helped keep me warm.

"Watch out for that guy, Nore," he blurted out. I looked at him, puzzled.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Dave. That fight just now had something to do with you, right? I don't know what's going on in his head, but be careful."

I scoffed.

"You're just imagining things," I said. He shrugged, not convinced.

Finally, the taxi pulled up; I said my goodbyes to Cliff and hopped in. I gazed out the window, watching the city pass by, feeling upset and confused as I tried to process what had just happened. When I got home, I rushed into the shower, letting the hot water sober me up. Once I was able to relax, I slipped into some comfortable clothes and collapsed onto Cliff's bed, where I fell asleep almost instantly.

#hello hello hello it's heartbreaker day!! #so i decided to start posting my fic's chapters here on tumblr too #but you can still read it on ao3 if you want! #also chapter 8 came out today on ao3 #ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #metallica #megadeth #james hetfield #dave mustaine #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc)

[slasher-trasher]

Hello! 🦋💜 could I please ask for Michael, Jason, Vincent, and another slasher of your choice with a s/o that's like corpse bride? (Like Tim Burton) please and thank you 🤗

I have returned! I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting, and so sorry your request wasn't answered quickly! But I'm doing it now!

Vincent, Michael, & Jason with a s/o that likes corpse bride.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Warnings: None, unless you dislike fluff; also a bit OOC

Notes: anything in ' ' marks in vincents part means he signing it to you, and * * means what Michael is thinking in his part, confusing ik im sorry T^T

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Vincent Sinclair:

-Honestly he doesn't mind, he's the least judgmental person out there.

-At first he didn't know what the corpse bride is?

-'Do you want a bride, thats also a corpse???' He has a lot of corpses but he thought you loved him :/

-You'd have to explain to him that you do love him and you'll never stop loving him! <3

-After comforting him you tell him all about corpse bride! And how much Joy it brings you when watching it, so one day he decided to surprise you with it!

-No visiters were around to bother you guys so he ended up getting blankets and cuddling with you on the couch [pretend their house has a TV and working electricity]

-After watching it he couldn't help but also enjoy the movie. He would make sketches of the charecters and even watch it again in his free time [whenever he gets any]

-He does feel a tad bit guilty for watching it without you though,

-In the end he ends up falling in love with the movie too! More date Ideas for the both of you!

Michael Myers:

-You have to admit, the dude is going to be a little judgmental about your liking in the movie.

-*They're a bunch of silly little animated charecters on a screen??? What is there to like*

-But one day he came home from doing his little hobby..... complaining to the manager [please tell me yall have accidentally stumbled upon the drawin of michael in all red with the glasses waving his finger and tries drinking water??? Its here on tumblr somewhere]

-Anyway he comes home and he sees you passed out on the couch, probably waiting for him or something idk, there on the tv is the beloved movie playing, and for once, he actually sits down and watches it

-Lets say the next morning when you wake up, he isn't judging you about it

-Hey you like the movie ya like the movie

-Besides that nothing really changes about him,

Jason Voorhees {I couldn't help it with this gif}:

-He's fully supportive about this! If you enjoy the movie then thats you!

-When one day there isn't any campers or such, when he can actually relax, then he'll sit down and watch it

-With you or by himself, depends on if you are awake or not.

-He'll start comparing your relationship to the ones in the movie.

-Corpse Bride, nope Corpse Husband {NOT the youtuber i didn't notice till now}

-Of course its not exactly like the movie where you killed him and such, but he thinks its so sweet-ish

-His mom is ok with it, not so into it but just ok with it

The Scale

Y/N Jason Pamela

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Really likes it meh/ok Hates it

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A/N: sorry i couldn't write much about jason, is was sorta stuck, maybe I'll come and write some more for him later, but for now, I'm sleeping!

#jason voorhees #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher imagines #slasher rp #slasher trasher's writing #jason voorhees x reader #slasher fanfic #slasher films #slasher movies #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair #house of wax fanfic #house of wax 2005 #michael myers x reader

[nekuoi]

rengoku x sad reader

all the hashira's have noticed that you seem to have distanced yourself and seemed dazed you just haven't been acting like your normal "happy-go-lucky self". but every time they asked, you would put a fake smile on and change the subject. they knew something wasn't right but they didn't want to push the issue. "..well if you ever need to talk we are here y/n I'm here for you we all are," mitsuri said smiling, you just nod and walk off. but the one person you couldn't put a fake smile around was rengoku he just knew something was wrong. you were walking away after lying to everyone saying how you have been fine even tho you have been on the verge of breaking down for the past week. you were walking through the garden and happened to pass rengoku "greeting y/n" he says. "hi rengoku" you say smiling it was something about you he just knew you weren’t fine. he stared at you for a good minute.. "um is everything alright?" you ask. "of course, I'm fine but are you?" he asks raising his eyebrow you were taken aback by what he said, "o-of course I'm fine" you said smiling. you didn't want him to worry you both stand there for what feels like an eternity until you break the silence "well I should be going" you say as you begin walking past him he spins around and grabs your arm pulling you into an embrace your eyes widen as you are pulled into his chest, "your not alright dear and you know it" he whispers into your ear. all the tears that you have been holding in begin falling down and you just cry and hug him he holds you and rubs your back and soothes you until the sounds of your crying begin to fade. you pull and look at him with your puffy eyes "do you wanna talk about it" he asks. you hesitate, "I don't want to burden you," you say looking down. he puts his hand on your cheeks gently lifting your head up "you could never burden me, so please tell me whatever is on your mind". you begin to break down and tell him everything that's on your chest and you begin to tell him all your worries, sadness, and fears. he just sat there and listened until you were finished with a deep breathe you finished. you look at him for any judgment, regret, or anything that may scream 'why did you open up to me' nothing he looks at you with just sympathy he pulls you into a hug "I can't promise to be able to fix everything and make your sadness go away because it won't happen right away, but I can promise that you won't face everything alone my love. I will be there when you need me so do me a favor and SET YOUR HEART ABLAZE, be sad be whatever emotion you are feeling but don't hide it please express it because you have friends that care about you and love you dearly" he says smiling. you nod smiling. "thank you just sitting like this I feel better" you say smiling. he looks at your smiling "that's the smile I love and adore, let us go back shall we" he says holding his hand out for you as the wind blows you feel relieved and happy that you have rengoku In your life.

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ thanks for reading, requests are currently open (sfw only). Have a wonderful day/day ♥

notes: this is my first time doing this type of writing so I do apologize if it is not long enough I'm still pretty new to this. I do hope you enjoyed it

#kny #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x you #fluff and angst

[lindszeppelin]

I’ve been thinking about how A got himself into this mess (I also don’t believe in infantilizing him like he had no choices) and the simple truth is that it’s possible at any age at any point to make a mistake in judgment — especially in times of stress, grief, drastic change, etc.

All of those factors and more were in play when he entered this situationship (absolutely love that term) and it probably made sense at the time or the pitfalls just weren’t so clear.

I myself just made a similar (but much less consequential) mistake in judgment and I’m in my mid-50s and know myself and my needs inside and out.

But I recently agreed to travel with a friend while I was distracted by grief and in deep pain. The idea of getting away and seeing some beautiful scenery was appealing — and smart even. But I wasn’t in a mental place to be involved in planning the details and — as we know — the devil is in the details.

So I am currently on this trip and I’m really enjoying so much of it — but my friend is driving me kind of insane. I really love her and we are quite close for many, many years but have never traveled together. And I am profoundly regretting certain aspects of this but I genuinely can’t leave because I’m dependent upon a flight home on Monday! She thinks we’re the perfect travel companions and I feel totally different.

Now… I’m really perfectly fine… I’m even having fun… but I wish I had done this differently. And this is just a week with a person I have known and trusted for years who means well and it’s really just some mild incompatibility.

Anyway, my point is, I chose this and I made a mistake in HOW I chose it because I wasn’t mentally present to truly evaluate the potential downsides. Had I been I could have negotiated the trip differently and I wouldn’t be so uncomfortable or irritated.

Perhaps you can appreciate the parallel Im drawing here. 😉

My darling MJ this is one of the many reasons why I love you.

December 2021 was when according to the story was when K and A first met. He had just finished Elvis - a movie that when finished sent him to the hospital and gave him an identity crisis for a long time, he was still kind of freshly off of the breakup train with V and hadn't had too much downtime to process all of his feelings and what it would be like when he went back home to the states, he was in London filming a MOTA, he hadn't spoken to his family in 3 years. The man was by all accounts a wreck mentally. He was trying to figure himself out after this whirlwind. His career was about to take off in a way it hadn't before, and that means newfound fame he never experienced before. And then boom, he get's paired with Kaia. No need for Austin to talk about his breakup with V when he has K on the red carpets and doing pap walks together all over the globe.

Austin is ever evolving and ever changing. It is a myth that when you reach 30 you have your life figured out - or according to society you should. Nobody gives us a rulebook for how to live life. We do the best we can at the current time, with the tools we have current at our disposal. And Austin made the choice to be in this situationship at the time with all of these stipulations. Now that time has passed, the tides are turning.

But he had a poor lapse in judgement. And I do not blame him whatsoever. We all make mistakes when we aren't normally in our right frame of mind. And your story is a perfect example of such a situation. And i'm so sorry btw that you're experiencing a difficult time. I send you my love <3 and thank you for being candid and sharing as always.

[secret-kpoplibrary]

The Prince's First Love Pt. 2

Pairing: Prince!Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing to worry about here- you're safe

Genre: I think this counts as fluff

Summary: You've been working at the palace for much of your adult life, under specific instructions from The King. That is to stay as far from the prince as you can manage and certainly not to speak to him. Above all, you are never allowed to tell him the truth about how you ended up here. Which is all easy enough until doing one nice thing for his little cousin gets you his attention and suddenly you're doing everything you can to keep the king's skeletons in your closet while Prince Namjoon keeps trying to open it. If you thought keeping the prince in the dark would be simple you're about to find out just how difficult the royals make your life.

***

The weather today is nice enough that you find yourself in one of the palace courtyards by midafternoon.

"Hello." You hear behind you. You close your eyes for just a moment as your friend and fellow servant Kenna has already stood for greetings.

"Hello your highness." She bows. You don't have to turn around to know who has joined you. With how often he's made himself present lately you've become quite familiar with his voice.

"Hello your highness." You glance over your shoulder and nod slightly before turning your attention back to the needle and thread in your hands. You frown when Namjoon clears his throat and you look back at him. A subtle gesture towards Kenna with his head causes you to sigh a little and wrap up the stitch you're doing.

"Kenna dear, would you mind taking these to Yoongi for me? I believe he's in the kitchen now." You say handing her the now folded garment. Once she's gone you turn back and look at Namjoon expectantly.

"Walk with me?" He smiles at you.

"Do I have a choice your highness?" You ask standing up.

"I've told you before to drop the formalities when we are alone." He says as the two of you cross the courtyard.

"The palace has ears your highness, especially at this time of day." You respond.

"I see." Namjoon hums.

"Your highness, forgive me if this is rude but is there something you've needed from me this afternoon?" You ask him

"Something you said a few weeks ago. It only made sense for you to take over from my mother's lady who my father took council from after her passing."

"As I said then, I was trained by her yes." You shrug.

"I suppose I just wonder- you've garnered my father's trust and yet you can't be much older than me."

"I'll be 26 when the seasons change." You tell him.

"That makes you a year younger than me." Namjoon says.

"Yes I suppose it does."

"How long have you been here? At the palace I mean."

"Almost a decade. I was 17 when I came here, coming up on my 18th birthday."

"And my father trusts you for council."

"I don't know- I think your father more trusts lady Eloise's judgment. His wife trusted her and she trusted me so- it was likely a choice of convenience, rather than having to vet a new person for council."

"Convenience."

"Well yes- by the time I arrived here the Queen was dead, may she rest in peace and lady Eloise had become the king's aid. I learned everything from her and if the king can trust Eloise's judgment that's one less decision he has to make. Again if it bothers you take it up with him. I don't make those choices here, I'm just guessing the most probable reasons."

"I'm not bothered. You're clearly very capable. I just like to understand things." Namjoon says.

"Yes well- if you'll excuse me your highness I do have to run to town before dinner and if I don't leave now I won't have enough time." You say.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" He offers.

"No thank you, I'm going with lady Kenna."

"Right, then I will see you at dinner."

"You will see me serving dinner." You say putting some distance between the two of you.

"Lady y/n!" Namjoon calls after you.

"Yes your highness?" You stop but don't turn to look at him.

"We should take walks more often together." He says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

"If it pleases his highness." You respond.

"It would please me. Greatly- but only if you enjoyed yourself too." He says. You're glad you aren't facing him when you feel a smile make its way onto your face. You shake your head as you walk out of the courtyard to find Kenna.

"I've tried not to ask but I am quite curious y/n." Kenna says while you're walking through the market. You're just about finished here and will be heading back after you find one last thing.

"Curious about what Kenna?" You look at her.

"Well- what did the prince want?"

"The prince? Ah he was just- curious about my duties with the king." You shrug.

"Your duties with the king?" She frowns.

"I suppose he's trying to figure out if that's something he'll be changing once he becomes king one day." You muse as you pick up the last item you're looking for and complete the transaction.

"What? Why would he change that? The king trusts you."

"Well we can't say that for sure- but regardless it seems the prince does not." You say.

"The prince does not know you." Kenna says.

"Yes I noticed Kenna, that's probably why he's curious about the king trusting me and I'm okay with it. The prince does not yet decide my place in the palace. So long as the king is satisfied with my work I'm alright." You smile.

"You're not at all worried about the prince's distrust?"

"The prince's distrust comes from unfamiliarity. If he comes to know me as his father does I'm sure I'll be fine."

"What if he makes you leave?"

"Leave the palace? Well- the king made me come here so that would be an interesting turn of events." You chuckle.

"You're so cavalier about this."

"Kenna relax. The prince is not a threat to my being in the palace. Not until he becomes king and that may be years from now." You tell her. She lets out one last huff of discontent before dropping the subject for the remainder of your walk back to the palace. Some of what you purchased is for yourself, which you drop in your room, before taking the other stuff to Yoongi who asked you to grab some things.

"Yoongz! Brought your stuff." You say handing him a basket.

"You're a lifesaver honestly." Yoongi says placing it down out of the way while he does his part of dinner.

"So I'm told- oh did Kenna bring you the clothes you asked me to fix? I sent her to you but I know she can be a bit distractable. Did you get them?" You ask him.

"She brought them yeah, said you were busy with something and asked her to drop them for you?" 

"I actually sent her to you because of prince Namjoon."

"The prince? What has he got to do with this?"

"Kenna and I were in the courtyard and the prince came by. He wanted to talk with me. Alone." You explain.

"This doesn't seem odd to you? The prince paying so much attention to you in the last couple of weeks?" Yoongi frowns.

"I think it's absolute madness but he seems interested in my- position helping the king."

"What? Why?"

"From what I've gathered he doesn't exactly think I deserve it."

"He's suspicious."

"It would appear so." You mutter.

"Do you think he's- growing curious enough to learn of your origins?"

"You and the king are the only ones here who would know anything about my origins. Even if he were curious he wouldn't find anything."

"You don't think the crown prince would be able to find out who you are? Where you came from?"

"He'd have to ask you or his father. The king has no motivation to tell his son the truth of my presence here and he wouldn't know to ask you. I believe my secrets are safe."

"I believe you should just tell the prince the truth."

"I can't. The king- he'd have my head. My family would be in danger. The prince can never know- not from me and not from you either."

"Like you said- he wouldn't know to ask me anything."

"But if he does- you won't say anything?"

"Your secrets will die before they leave my lips." Yoongi nods.

"It's not worth your life. I don't believe he'd do it but if he does threaten your life Yoongi. You are worth more than my secrets. Tell him, but only if your life is in danger, please."

"I can handle myself. You should focus your energy on dispelling the prince's curiosity. Being in favor of the prince can lead to dangerous attention. Especially given the king's forbiddance."

"I know- I'll figure that out. Somehow. A problem for later. It's almost time for dinner, I'm sure you have things to finish." You smile leaving out of the kitchen. Most days the king and prince eat in their chambers unless there are guests in the palace. You need to visit the king before dinner to make sure you're not expected for the rest of the evening so that's you're destination after leaving the kitchen.

"How was your trip to the market?" You gasp slightly when a voice speaks beside you. You hadn't noticed him appear beside you.

"Your highness. Do you enjoy sweeping out of shadows to surprise your servants?" You ask.

"Only to surprise you y/n." Namjoon jokes.

"Of course." You sigh.

"your market trip- was it fruitful?"

"It was yes, I got everything I needed. Thank you for asking."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I'm on my way to see the king."

"Why?"

"I always see the king before dinner. He insists that I confirm with him that I've completed everything for the day and in case there's anything he needs me to do before I turn in for the evening." You explain.

"After you see my father, please come to my chambers."

"Of course your highness. If you insist." You mutter.

"I would just like you to join me for dinner." He explains.

"Okay, your highness. I will- join you in your chambers for dinner following my meeting with the king." You say.

"Excellent!" Namjoon nods and turns down the hall towards his own chambers. Dinner? He wants to have dinner with you?! This is not a good way to get less attention from the prince. In fact it's quite the opposite of getting less attention. You weren't expecting it to be easy to disinterest the prince, but you're beginning to worry it'll be even harder than you were expecting. You can only hope the king doesn't find out because you know he'd be livid if he did, but you can't very well deny a request from the crown prince either.

***

Part 2/???

#bts #bts rm #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #royal au #The prince's first love

[surgerythoughts]

First post 8/2/22 6:28AM

This is just a personal diary to get me through my long years as a general surgery resident. I hope to share some of the lessons I've learned as well as other nontangible values and ideals that I've kept close to me on my journey toward becoming a surgeon.

I have COVID. It sucks, but I'm lucky that I have medications, am triple vaccinated, and have people around me checking in on me and getting me food and stuff. I can't stop coughing, so I can't sleep. Thus, I decided to blog since I have nothing better to do during quarantine.

Here are some lessons I've learned in the first month of residency.

Lesson 1.

Be present in the moment...which is easier said than done. My mind vacillates constantly, and it is impossible for me to follow anyone else's train of thought on an auditory level. I think the reason I did well in school was that I learned nearly everything visually. I think it might have something to do with English being my second language, but that might just be an excuse. At work, I'm learning that I need to constantly be attuned to my seniors and everyone else around me. It's been a rather tough adjustment, given that I'm the type of person who daydreams frequently and lives inside of my own head. It's a work in progress and I'm excited to develop this particular skill.

Lesson 2.

It's hard not to like everyone I meet and see the most beautiful things about them; I am a people person. I love being around others and am an extrovert by nature. I tend to see the best in others and I always assume the best in everyone, even when the facts point the other way. It is a great quality in that everyone is a friend at first, and I am one of few people that relatively pass little judgment onto others. But sometimes, it can be detrimental to my well-being simply because I keep investing my time in people who do not enrich my life with a healthy relationship.

I should be jaded and cold, after everything that I've been through. Other than the lack of deaths in my immediate family, I really have endured magnitudes more than most have and have been able to pick myself back up and march right along- as if nothing had ever happened. It's gotten to a point where I've made so many mistakes and gone through so much that I don't even need to process it anymore. The past, the pain, all of it simply exists with me and it neither bothers me nor scares me. My past defines me, just as they do for everyone else, in the sense that these experiences have shaped me into who I am today. Theoretically, had I never gone through xyz, would I be a better person today? Or is it the converse, that I am a better person as a result of accepting that the painful lessons served as a nidus for positive change? I tend to ruminate on the good times rather than the bad, resulting in my having to go through yet another recapitulation of trauma or unnecessary stress. And yet, it seems as if I never learn from my mistakes, because I always see the best in people.

I wonder about the pain that you've been through and how it's made you a better person. I think about the suffering that my drug-abusing patients have gone through, cycle after cycle, and admire them for their tenacity to try yet another time. I always spend the extra 30 minutes a day trying to convince my meth-abusing patient to stop using because his or her life is worth living and they have a lifetime to look forward to-- one in which they are not enslaved to their addiction. Nothing will make me give up on my perhaps childish and naïve, but very necessary hope for everyone who is struggling out there. Because if your own doctor, friend, sister, daughter, or lover gives up on you and doesn't make the extra effort, how will it be possible to live a life that is still meaningful after death?

#loopy #sleepless nights #surgery

[kirrka]

My reflections on how important self-control is

Many things have been happening lately. Some of them left question marks and appeared in a flash of thoughts at midnight.

A friend of mine just held his wedding after converting to Catholicism not so long ago. It's the same person who appeared to be bothered and gave me a kind of annoying comment on my 2nd account (which of course was something very unnecessary and inappropriate) after I decided to post a photo of mine without my hijab (headscarf). His response, alongside many people in my circle at that time, somehow blocked me from choosing any further steps to fully show my hair in public. They made me think that wearing my hijab was the best option I had, even though I no longer felt the connection and pride from wearing it since long ago. He, just like the majority of people in my society, became the reason why I blame myself for years and hid under the blanket of hypocrisy just to make sure they still like me, even if that means I became a completely different person in front of them.

Now, looking back at those moments, I pity myself for ever considering their opinions as something predominant. As if I don't have enough courage to show up as someone proud being able to confidently decide her thoughtful personal choices. Besides the fact that I'm getting better at knowing my worth, I also growing the kind of thought that there will ALWAYS be that kind of person who minds other people's business and talks behind your back as their hobby. Now I understand how important is to maintain a healthy distance from everyone, even from the one you consider as your closest friend. My mindfulness exercise also helps me to grow more self-control and empathy so that I won't find myself talking about other people's shit in my free time. Let me talk about the traumatizing moment after removing my headscarf in another post.

The old 'always-put-other-people-opinions-first' Moli had over it. Even tho I admit I'll never forget his action that contributes to putting my confidence in a very low spot. I'm truly happy for him now. I even envy him for being brave enough to do something that is considered by the majority here as atypical (while I'm here thinking why everyone is so obsessed and overreacting when religion is a very personal choice to be respected and conversion is just a matter of changing your way to communicate with God, isn't it?). The one that bothered me was the fact that everyone I know seemed to be startled by how much he has changed over these 2 years (well, not surprising that among all his transformations, they emphasize the conversion issue). As someone who was trapped in the conversation (or call it gossiping, shall we?) I do really want to either interrupt them to change the subject or told them politely that his relationship with his God was truly none of our business. All the responses led me to contemplate about how they perceived me as a being. I can't help but wonder what's their raw judgment of me when I'm not around, remembering that I also made a radical action to fully remove my headscarf and I knew that was something quite shocking for everyone, yet not so many were ever given much of their thoughts about that in front of my face (well, I don't necessarily need that tho, so thanks).

It's mortifying to know that people are still uneducated and ignorant about boundaries. And funny to say a lot of people still don't understand that people change easily, just exactly like they're experiencing, without them realizing it. The imagery of the stubbornness of some people who seem to enjoy imposing their viewpoints on others sickens me. As if they believe it's their moral obligation to 'fix' everyone that chooses a different path from them.

I think it's time for us to accept the fact that every person has their own compass of what they perceived as 'right and wrong'. Grow this mindset so that you won't be easily triggered to pass a sudden judgment on everything you see within bare eyes. Sometimes we get busy judging others but forgot that we only understand from our level of perception. Even eyes can trick you when you only see from one perspective.

Wed, 11 May 2022 | 2.30 A.M

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Who in hypmic is okay at cooking and who shouldnt be allowed near a kitchen? Like which character would you not mind preparing food for you at your house and who would you ban from the kitchen?

I think these are perhaps two separate questions. Since I've done a lot of long posts recently, I will try to be brief.

Ichirou: Canonically a good cook. Welcome to my kitchen. Please come cook curry for me.

Jirou: Can't recall if he can cook or not but would be surprised if he couldn't; all the BBs seem pretty self-sufficient. Likewise welcome to my kitchen. He's a growing boy that I would try to feed.

Saburou: Same as above.

Samatoki: Canonically a great cook. Welcome to my kitchen. Please make me fried rice.

Juuto: I haven't seen him cooking before, but he seems like he would enjoy good food and be capable of producing it. Unfortunately, no cops are allowed in my house, so he is not welcome to the kitchen.

Riou: Canonically a great cook if you trust Dice's judgment (and I do), but he is not welcome in my kitchen. He is welcome in my back yard. And my heart. Come cook for me, king; I'll eat your dubious food.

Ramuda: I think he bakes, and that's good enough for me. He is allowed in the kitchen, but I won't say he's necessarily welcome in the kitchen because my kitchen wouldn't be very welcoming to him. The house I rent was made for people a great deal taller than me; I have to climb on the counters to get shit off the shelves. Ramuda's would have a hell of a time with it too.

Gentarou: We see him eating out a lot, but I'm guessing that's more for a change of pace as a self-employed person, not that he can't cook. He can probably at least make simple things. I'm not sure I trust him not to poison me, though.

Dice: I think either Dice can't cook for shit or else he's the kind to throw a bunch of crap in a frying pan and not measure a damn thing and then add a ton of sauce, whereupon you get the best meal of your life. I'm willing to take that gamble and let him cook for me. Come here, Dice, you can eat the food in my fridge.

Jakurai: Canonically a great cook and can probably make better use of my stupidly tall kitchen than I can. Get in here.

Hifumi: Canonically an amazing cook. Get your ass in here.

Doppo: I don't think he cooks, but it's the thought that counts. I can teach him how to make burritos in a somewhat less manic fashion than in Wrap and Rap.

Sasara: He lives on his own, so he can probably cook at least decent things. I don't want to hear his food jokes, so he is not welcome to cook for me.

Roshou: Whenever there are illustrations of Roshou's house, there's never any actual meal drawn (just snacks and drinks and shit) so idk if he can cook. He can probably make some basic things. He's allowed in the kitchen, since he seems like a fun, chill person to hang out with.

Rei: I don't care how good of a cook he is, I am not letting him into my house.

Kuukou: I would be shocked if he could cook. He seems like he'd burn the house down. 10/10, would let him.

Juushi: His family probably does most of the cooking for him, although, since his parents work late hours, he might have picked up cooking after his grandma passed away. I'm willing to let him have a go at it anyway provided he understands it's okay to make a mess and fuck up along the way.

Hitoya: He appreciates the finer things in life so, like Juuto, I assume he knows how to cook at least decently. Sure, he's welcome to have a go at it.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks