#The super long sleeves? Genius

[peachypinkygloss]

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ pairing: designer!jimin x model/fem!reader

୨୧ genre: strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), smut, slight angst

୨୧ word count: 8.1k

୨୧ warnings: unrealistic depiction of the fashion industry, alcohol consumption & mention of drugs use, manipulation & corruption, jimin isn't a good person (especially not to oc lol <3), violent sexual thoughts, jimin's a sadist (my fav headcannon :D), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard dom!jimin, unprotected vaginal & anal sex, anal play (use of a buttplug), my new headcannon: jimin likes giving anal, dacryphilia, praising & degradation, oral sex (m), face fucking, aftercare ig because yes jimin's a sadist but he still has a heart.

a.n.: yup so idk if you guys were expecting that... but i did say none of the characters were ethical lmfao so 🤷🏻‍♀️ i really, really hope you like the first part, i've worked hard on it even though it's not super long. so please, reblog and tell me what you thought about it! <3 as always, don't like, don't read.

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His studio is his sanctuary. It's the only place in the world he can spend hours in without even noticing the moon setting or the sun rising. In his studio it feels like the time doesn't exist or that it's just a futile detail that doesn't have much importance.

When he's creating a piece, nothing around him matters. The only things he's willing to give attention to are the placements of the needles on the fabric, the little lines that form the pattern of the clothing, and the way his scissors cut through the satin material of the dress he's designing.

He's thought about this design for so long and he finally got the opportunity to make it. He's thought about the colours of the dress and also of the seam, about the length of the hem and the sleeves, how deep the neckline should be and if lace would be suitable.

He doesn't even recall how many sketches he's made of the dress. At some point it was consuming his entire mind, this dress the only design he could draw and think of.

Now that he's finally creating it, he has the feeling that it's going to be the best piece he's ever made. He already sees everyone talking about it, saying how much of a genius Park Jimin is. It's going to be the design of the year — of the century.

He still misses something, though, and it might be the most important part of the design. He needs a model, the perfect body to wear his piece and present it to the fashion world.

It can't be anybody, it must be someone who's confident, who always has their head up and who radiates elegance and sports a unique beauty.

Jimin still hasn't found this person. He constantly searches for them, but never finds them or when he thinks that he has, he discovers flaws he cannot unseen.

All the Dior models are great, but not enough. They don't spark anything in Jimin when he watches them strode down the catwalk. He's checked upon the apprentices and the newer models the company has hired, but he saw no one extraordinary.

Until today.

He hears steps against the wooden floor of his studio, entering the place without knocking. "Ah, there he is!" A manly voice exclaims, Jimin immediately recognizes it as his friend's, Sungwoon. "I have someone to introduce you."

Jimin raises his gaze up from his working table and looks at Sungwoon who's accompanied by a beautiful, young woman. He's then suddenly interested, contrary to usual where he doesn't really care about the many girls Sungwoon brings, claiming each one as the new phenomenon of the fashion industry.

When Jimin turns around, he eyes you up and down, barely glimpsing in Sungwoon's way. It's all it takes, one simple glance and he knows you're the one he needs — the one he wants and has to ruin.

Sungwoon introduces you both and when your name is pronounced by the man, sounding so charming and delicate, he's certain you're the model he had been waiting for since a long time.

You seem shy, arms locked behind your back, but you stand up straight and have a polite smile drawn on your face.

"I thought maybe you'd like to get to know each other, right?" Sungwoon raises his eyebrows in Jimin's direction. "Everyone's fond of her," he smiles and pats your back, encouraging you to speak up.

"Thanks," you smile back at Sungwoon before glancing back at Jimin who still hasn't looked away from you. "I've been a big fan of your work since I was a little kid, Mr. Park. You've inspired me to become a model."

The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his pants, filthy thoughts of him spanking your butt while you cry his name invading his mind.

He can sense your vulnerability, your willingness to submit. Who would he be to deny you that? Him, who is so eager to dominate the ones he's attracted to, to break but also repair them.

He knows it when someone's fragile, hiding their weaknesses under fake confidence. He doesn't know you, but he recognizes the pattern almost instantly. What can be broken can also be repaired and you're asking him to break you.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jimin says politely, a slight smile tugging on his lips. He's not the type to smile — stretch the corner of his mouth upward to imitate the person in front of him, he finds it useless. But for you, he'll do it, just so you trust him because you're so desperate to give yourself to the opposite sex.

"Park, you were wondering who'd be part of the fall show this year," Sungwoon begins, looking at you like you're the most irradiant ruby in the world. "Well, you have her in front of you." You giggle softly at the man's words, nodding your head at him and then looking at Jimin as if waiting for some praises.

Jimin faintly smiles, seeing your eyes glimmering and he curses himself for not finding you first. You'd have been his by now, his to praise, to kiss, to fuck, to destroy. But he swears, if he happens to break you, he'll gratefully keep you safe close to him.

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T H E N

"Careful," Jimin softly says as he catches you up from falling on the floor. You let out a high pitched laugh, as if all of this is a big joke, and push him back with a hand on his chest.

"I'm fine," you answer, shrugging him off with a flip of your hand. You stagger from left to right, leaning against the wall when you almost fall a second time. You laugh it off again, halting your steps.

Jimin looks at you with a cringe expression, eyeing the people behind, sporting worried looks on their faces.

You all went out after the show; models, designers, directors, stylists... everyone. It wasn't your plan to get drunk, Jimin knows that because you're not supposed to drink alcohol since you're on a very strict diet. A glass from time to time isn't so bad, but your consumption clearly surpassed just one glass tonight.

It's not really your fault, though. Technically yes, since you're the one who swallowed all of the glasses of wine, but you had a little help.

A little help from Jimin himself.

When you weren't looking, he poured more alcohol in your glass and to his satisfaction you've noticed nothing and gulped everything. Sure, you got a bit suspicious, wondering how you had only drank so little when you remembered swallowing more than that.

But Jimin assured you it was only your first glass, so you drank, and drank, and drank... Until you were more than tipsy.

You've received nasty looks from your colleagues, especially the other models who weren't drinking a single drop of wine, and yet, still weren't awarded with the status of the 'face of Dior'. How ironic that the drunkest girl in the room was the face of Dior and the little protégée of Mr. Park.

Years and years of training, countless sleepless nights, meals that are as nutritious as birds seed... All of the efforts in the world to have your biggest dream stolen by a model who is in the industry for less than six months.

Their rage is understandable, but Jimin couldn't care less. In fact, everything is going as planned and he can't fuck things up now. No, because if he does, all of the things he has done until now will be completely irrelevant.

"I'll... I'll bring her to our room, you can go out without us," Jimin announces, watching you sit down on the floor in the middle of the corridor.

"Will she be okay?" A stylist asks.

"Of course. I'll take care of her."

He waits for everyone to be gone before he gets you up from the floor and leads you both to your hotel room. When you're in the room, he sits you down on the bed.

You don't say anything as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie. He crouches down in front of you to remove your heels and he does the same with his shoes, leaving them at the entry.

When he comes back, he sees you quietly crying, the features of your face contorting into a sad expression. You've slightly sobered up, harshly coming back to reality, realizing how much you've embarrassed yourself tonight.

"What did I do?" You ask, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Jimin sits down beside you, lifting your head up with his index under your chin and his thumb over it. "There's nothing that can't be repaired," he states in a soft voice, so low it sounds like a sweet whisper — a secret, a confession only you can hear. "Right?"

You sniff, wiping your tears away. You nod your head in agreement, slightly reassured, hoping Jimin will fix your mistakes. Your foolish mistakes, done by the carefree of a twenty-one year old.

"Shh, baby, shh," he softly murmurs, cradling your head in his hands and gently laying your face against his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter and tighter til suffocation.

He strokes your hair delicately, placing a sweet and warm kiss on the top of your head.

Someone as vulnerable as you contains a lot of emotions. He has to deal with them, which doesn't bother him at all. He wants you the way you are; sad and pitiful.

"Everything's going to be fine," he promises, but it's not entirely the truth. Not everything will be fine, though it'll be in the end, he thinks — he hopes.

You eventually pull away from his embrace, just enough to look at him. It seems like you're searching for something or maybe waiting for something, your eyes desperately staring at Jimin as if his simple presence will make all of your problems fly away.

You throw yourself at him and kiss him on the lips, fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He reciprocates it, knowing you like your kisses sloppy and messy, wanting Jimin everywhere on you to remind you that he's always there.

You bring him closer, crumpling the material of his white shirt between your fists, moaning and whining as your teeth clash together at how roughly you kiss each other.

Jimin breaks your exchange first, both catching your breaths. His eyes observe you quietly as you look at him like you're still waiting for something.

"Did you do what I told you to?" He questions you, referring to your conversation of a few days when you came to his studio to try on his dress.

You were a bit stressed out, putting on the clothing like you were scared you'd rip it. He still remembers the way the satin was sliding up your body, hugging your waist and ass perfectly. He was baffled at how incredibly well it suited you as if he had made it exactly for you.

And maybe it was made for you, after all.

Because when he saw his creation on you, he knew you had to wear it for the runway. It has to be you, he'll accept no one else.

Jimin will make you walk the runway wearing his dress — the last time you'll ever step on the catwalk. After that, he'll keep you away from the rest of the world. He'll refuse anyone to see you because you're going to be his.

His forever.

"Yes," you nod your head, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Tell me what you did," Jimin softly demands, holding your chin in his hand, mouths inches away from each other.

You're too shy to say it out loud and that's why he wants you to tell him. Also to be sure you did everything correctly, but mainly because he wants to see you embarrassed.

"I prepared myself for you..." You begin, holding eye contact even though you feel your face heating up just thinking about all the things you've done per his request. "I... I used lube both on me and... the toy," you continue in a shy tone, so low Jimin wouldn't hear you if he wasn't so close.

"Where on you, sweetheart?" He interrupts, wanting each detail, each little thing you normally wouldn't have done if it wasn't for him. And all while thinking of him.

You swallow, "On my ass, Jimin," you answer in a whisper. "I stretched it out for you, using the toy like you told me," you finally admit.

"Good girl," Jimin purrs. "Let me see it then."

You proceed to strip off of your dress, now used to be nude in front of him, and slide your panties down your thighs, discarding them away on the floor.

You get back up on the mattress and position yourself on all fours close to the edge of the bed. Jimin stands up and goes behind you to have a closer look at your ass.

His veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, revealing your rim to his insatiable, sadistic eyes. You glance over your shoulder, curious of what he has in mind and what he has prepared for you.

You softly gasp when he spits and lets the globe of spit drip down between your asscheeks, rolling over your puckered hole. You clench around nothing, relieved to have his attention, to finally feel his hands on you instead of the usual touch of yours.

He sees that your ass is a bit looser than the last time he saw it, but it still clearly needs more preparation to welcome his girthy cock — though it's not like he cares that much if you're prepped enough or not.

He passes his thumb over your tight muscle, circling it and smearing his saliva over it. He wants to fuck it so bad, destroy it and do unbelievably violent things to you. Should he tonight? Should he show you his dark and evil side?

He's choked you before — smacked your ass hard til you felt your skin stings, overstimulated you to the point your orgasms were just spasms passing through your body, fucked your throat while you were drooling all over yourself, and tied your legs and wrists together to restrict your movements.

So fucking your ass can't be that bad, but the thing is Jimin wants it to be bad. He then wonders what would happen if the line is ever crossed. Would you endure it, would you defend yourself? Would you shut the fuck up and take it like you're asked to?

But you trust him so much — with all your pathetic being — and he thinks you'd let him cross any lines he desires to. He probably already has crossed multiple lines, and being the poor, sad girl that you are, you said nothing.

You truly are extraordinary.

He gives a slight slap to one of your asscheeks, groping both of them after, feeling how soft and tender your flesh is. "You did good, sweetheart," he comments in a honeyed voice that has you mewling, sounding so smooth and sweet. "How about we play with it a little?"

He lifts up a brow at you and you nod sheepishly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes..."

"Great," he says in a low tone, running his hands one last time over your ass before going to take something from his suitcase.

"What is it?" You question, your curious eyes landing on the small object he's holding.

Jimin brings the object to you, something made of metal, the end having the shape of a cone and a pink gem placed on the top. "A gift for my princess," he replies, opening the bottle of lube he brought as well.

He applies some lube around your tight hole and on the butt plug, and carefully pushes the head of the toy in your ass. You gasp softly, feeling it slowly stretch you out, sinking in gradually as Jimin holds your cheeks apart.

"Mmh, feels good, Sir," you moan, arching your back and pushing your butt closer to Jimin.

When the plug is all the way in, the pink gem peeking out between your two globes of flesh, he smacks your other cheek, making it jiggle from the harsh hit.

"Is that so, dirty girl?" He wonders, gripping your hips and colliding his hips with your butt, sensing his big bulge pulsing under his pants. "You like it when your little ass gets stretched out?"

"I like everything you do to me," you say with a content sigh, pussy clenching around nothing as your ass gets used to the small butt plug.

Jimin genuinely thinks he can't find better than you. You were so shy in the beginning, looking like a lost puppy wherever you went. You just needed someone bigger and older to show you the way — though you were too dumb, and still are, to realize he was leading you to the wrong path.

It's not like you seem to mind, anyway.

After all, you both got what you wanted; you, male attention, someone to rely on and be protected by, and him, a woman to break and keep with him forever.

He lets go of your hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling the leather material out of the gold loop with the luxury Dior logo on it. He lets the two ends of the belt hang off, not bothering to remove it completely, and tucks the fly of his pants down.

He finally frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, springing up and slapping against his stomach, the bit of pre-cum escaping from his tip dampening his shirt.

"You're so good to me, princess," he praises as he wraps a hand around the base of his engorged cock, aching and begging to be nestled in your cute little pussy.

His head pushes at your entrance, never fully entering, only teasing your hole and stimulating all of your sensitive nerves. He watches how his cock stretches your cunt, your walls expending to receive his bulbous tip and then closing down when he pulls out.

"Sir, please, want more," you beg him, pushing your ass on him to have his dick back in you. You let out a little whimper when Jimin holds your hips in place, stopping you from wiggling your butt side to side against his thick cock.

He hums and slaps your ass harshly, your skin stinging after. "Want my cock in your needy little pussy, baby? Is that what you're crying for?" He asks, teasing even more by swiping the head of his penis between your pussy lips, a string of your arousal sticking to his angry tip.

"Yes," you say back quickly and desperately, arching your back, literally presenting yourself to Jimin. "Been so good, don't I deserve it, Sir?" You softly murmur, still looking over your shoulder to see his gaze fixated on your quivering pussy, cock head sliding up and down over your sex.

"You do..." He responds distractedly, licking his plump lips, his fingers touching the pink gem peeking out from your ass. You're always so good and obedient for him, he even wonders if you ever did something that genuinely pissed him off before.

When he really sinks in, his head passing the barrier of your sweet pussy, he groans deeply, feeling your walls deliciously enveloping his hard cock tightly.

You moan in unison as he bottoms out in you, his balls touching your wet and warm pussy. He bends his back over yours, running his hand up your spine, feeling all the little bumps of it until he reaches your head and shoves it against the mattress.

You whine when he starts pounding into you, his girth stretching you out so well, leaving you panting and moaning loudly. His other hand holds your hip against his dick, fingers digging into your skin, leaving permanent marks on your body — as well as on your mind and your soul.

He already sets a hard and rapid pace — fucking is never soft or loving with Jimin, it's violent, long, and agonizing. It's a way to be himself, the real and dark version of himself he hides in public and releases when he gets intimate with you.

You surprisingly got accustomed to it, embracing it as if it was your destiny, the reason for your existence; to be his personal slut, the little toy he likes to play rough with. And you've accepted it, like you had no other choice but to be fucked into oblivion by Jimin whenever he feels like it.

"You like that, baby? Huh?" He growls, as if you're the disgusting one for liking the way he treats you, ravished and delighted to have his girthy cock sliding against your velvety walls. "You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" He repeats and grips your hair, pushing your head against the bed covers with more strength.

You babble out something, voice caught in your throat, too out of breath to formulate a simple sentence. You then only nod, your cheek squished against the mattress, Jimin's hand still pushing down on your head.

His mouth hangs open to let out heavy breaths and his eyes are focused on your face, watching the little translucent pearls fall on your face and on the covers. Your pussy swallows all of his girth, clenching so tightly it has him groaning and saying profanities under his breath.

It's sick how it makes his cock so fucking hard, leaking so much pre-cum in you and twitching avidly by seeing you struggle to breathe. You crumple the bed sheets between your little fists, doing everything in your power to keep your ass up for Jimin and not slump down on the bed from the hard thrusts he's inflicting on you.

He snaps his hips against your ass and the entirety of his length is covered in your wetness, a white ring made of your cream circling the base of his cock.

His hand holding your head descends to your neck, enclosing it with his fingers, the coldness of his silver rings contrasting with the hotness of your sweaty skin. He squeezes a little, just a bit so you know who's in control, so you never forget Jimin controls you — that he controls your life and thoughts.

With a grip on your hair, he brings your torso up, arched back against his chest. The material of his shirt sticks to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. He continues to pound into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy rapidly, as he holds you by the throat, lewdly licking a long stripe along the side of your face.

You shudder in desire, hair standing up on your delicate arms. "You're my little whore, aren't you, baby?" His mouth is right beside your ear as he whispers dirty things to you, his lips touching your hair, damp at the nape of your neck. "So fucking compliant... You want to please me so bad like the slut that you are," he mouths the words against your hair, cock pulsing hard in your cunt.

His free hand that doesn't have a hold around your throat slides down your body, passing over your belly and reaching your puffy clit. The sharp zipper of his pants graces the flesh just under your ass, irritating your skin and making it itchy.

You clench around him when his digits find your sensitive bud, circling it sensually and slowly, the complete opposite of his hip thrusts.

"Yes, want to please you, Jimin," you gasp, bucking your hips at the feeling of his rough fingertips on your pussy. He grunts when you address him by his name, loving how it sounds on your tongue, so sweet and timid.

He remembers the first time you moaned his name; you were sprawled across his expensive leather couch, blindfolded and hands attached together with his black tie. Intense for your first time with him, but it was also the last time he's ever been that gentle with you.

It was when his cold fingertips graced the skin of your stomach that you let out a squeak followed by his name, said in the quietest moan. He had then stopped his movements and looked at your face, an expression of distress painted over your features.

He had realized how frail and weak you actually were, needing your most important sense to be at ease. That's why he had blindfolded you, to show you how dependent you are of him, how impossible it is for you to live without him to guide you.

He pushes your jaw to the side so your lips can meet his in a feverish kiss, wet tongues mingling together, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. He continues to ram his cock in your now soppy and messy pussy, the sound of skin against skin resonating in the hotel room.

He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper and close your walls around his girth once again. Your little hands grip the material of his trousers, keeping him close and holding on to something because the hard cadence of his hip thrusts push you forward, breasts bouncing up on your chest.

"Fuck," he curses and he suddenly stops, steadying his hips against your butt. You let out a whiny moan as Jimin lets go of your face and hips.

You're sad to have your pleasure ripped away from you so hastily, but you don't have the time to complain, Jimin slipping out of your cunt and pushing you down violently on the mattress.

You turn around on your back to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor, revealing to you his beautiful chest and defined abs. He gets rid of his pants and socks after, finally removing his boxers, the only things remaining on him being his rings and the watch crowning his right wrist.

His cock glistens in your juices, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip and twitching avidly against his stomach. Even though him fucking you while being all dressed and you completely bare is a way to humiliate and degrade you, he also likes to be naked sometimes.

He loves skin to skin contact, how your bodies stick together because of all the sweat coating you. It's addicting, it's rougher and it creates more friction — more pain.

He doesn't mind being naked too because he knows how to dominate you either way. He doesn't find it embarrassing, on the contrary, it makes him scarier and hungrier. While you shiver without your clothes on, curled up on yourself, Jimin is imposing, his cock thick and girthy enough to split you in half.

He crawls back to you, hovering over you like a predator had caught his prey, boring his eyes into yours. You look at him in awe, always waiting patiently. You feel his cock against your thigh, thick and veiny, your hole pathetically quivering — missing his size stretching out your pussy.

He sneaks a hand between your legs and reaches the little pink gem, ready to get it out. "Take a deep breath sweetheart," Jimin instructs and you inhale deeply.

He doesn't waste a second, pulling out the butt plug out of your ass. You scrunch your eyes shut at the pain, exhaling when it's done. He carefully sets it on the nightstand, coming back to you after.

He bends your legs over your stomach and looks at your ass, just begging him to fuck it, shining with lube and arousal that leaks from your pussy. His erect cock is just so close to it and Jimin could slide right in with one movement of his hips.

He lets go of one of your legs to grip his engorged erection, a little gasp escaping your lips when he presses the head of his cock at your tight hole, threatening to sink in.

"Sir," you sigh, not sure if you're ready for that. It always burns no matter how good you prepped before and he knows that. That's why he's so tempted, that he's staring so obsessively at your rim.

Will it hurt you? Will you grip his biceps in an attempt to dissuade him? He wants to see those tears falling from your eyes again, he wants to lick them and tastes your pain. He feels more blood rush to his penis at the mere thought of hurting you.

Give him all of your pain, he'll fucking take it whole and cherish it. He wants it — he needs it. Accuse him for having a sick and twisted mind, accuse him for everything you've ever been hurt by because he'll gladly take the blame.

"I know you can take it," he says in a low tone, glancing up at your face as he applies just a bit more pressure to your ass hole. "Can you, baby?" Jimin asks, waiting for you to admit how much you want it, how badly you want him to destroy you.

"Yes..." You whisper back, a long shiver running up your spine as his eyes pierce through you.

"Yes, what? Tell me, sweetheart," he demands, and it's as if he doesn't care about your response whatsoever because the next thing he does makes you yelp in pain.

His tip has entered you, the burning sensation forcing you to scrunch your eyes shut, your instinct thinking it'll protect you.

"Yes, I- I can..." you stutter and as expected, you dig your nails in the flesh of his biceps — only fair to hurt him in return. "I can take your cock in my ass..."

You take a sharp breath, eyes slowly opening, all watery and painful. Jimin groans at that, stuffing more of himself in your hole. "Good girl," he praises, voice raspy, ending with a deep grunt.

He stretches you out completely, his dick in no comparison to the toys you've used to prepare yourself. You open your mouth as he pushes himself in gradually, tears streaming down your face when you blink.

The tears roll down the side of your face and Jimin can't help but be turned on, leaning in to kiss your face and collect some of your tears, tasting the saltiness of them on his tongue.

"Jimin...!" You look at him with the saddest and most hurtful gaze, tears rolling down your face. "It burns," you add in a quiet voice, now scratching his back, leaving long red trails on his skin.

"I know, baby, I know," he softly murmurs in your ear, a husky moan leaving his mouth when he's completely nestled in you, balls touching your ass. "You're so tight, fuck," he sucks air through his teeth, not moving until he estimates he's waited long enough.

He gives warm and wet kisses to your neck, descending to your collarbones and groping your breasts, slowly starting to move his hips. You lock your legs behind his back, wanting him as close to you as possible despite the pain he's inflicting on you.

He loves knowing it hurts you because it makes it more pleasurable to him somehow. The pain will go away soon anyway, that's why he doesn't bother to stop or slow down. You have to get used to the feeling first.

He wouldn't go too far to hurt you. The choking, the hair pulling, the smacks... He keeps it for the bedroom, but he won't lie that there's a part of him that wants to ruin your life, ruin everything you've accomplished so far just so he can see those sad eyes of yours and hear you ask him for help out of desperation.

It's not even sexual, he just wants to break you, that's all he desires. Though your life is something he wants to destroy, it's more of a way to have you dependant on him after. If your career is no longer successful, your solution is Jimin because he's the only person in your life capable of taking care of you both emotionally and physically.

His teeth chew on the tender skin of your neck while his hand travels all over your body, many veins popping out along his strong arm. The cool sensation of his rings on your stomach makes you shiver, his finger gently circling your clit to make the pain more bearable.

His cock slides in your hole back and forth, your ass slowly but surely taking the size of girth. Many curses leave Jimin's mouth, your ass probably the best he's ever fucked. You feel so good around him, you're tight, but you loosen easily, making it so, so pleasurable for him.

His hand that was roaming over your body comes to close around your throat and he turns his head to your side, lips brushing over your temple. "Yeah, just like that, baby," he mutters under his breath, his nose pressing down on your hair as he murmurs the words to you. "Just like that..."

A choked moan is all you can respond, eyes rolling back in your skull as Jimin splits your ass open, fucking his thick cock into you. His hot breath hits the side of your face, his chest heaving rapidly while you claw at his back, white scratches appearing on his skin.

He sweetly kisses your temple as he pounds into you, not tightening his hand around your throat, just holding you in place — always letting you know that he is always in control.

Your tits slightly bounce up and down on your chest, little whines coming out of you each time Jimin bottoms out. It starts feeling good for you — really good — and you think that this pleasure is totally worth a bit of pain at the beginning.

You grip the hair at the nape of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. He accepts it, kissing you back as if he wants to possess your whole mouth, biting and licking your lips. You moan into his mouth, twisting his hair between your fist and sinking your nails into the flesh of his back.

He backs away from you a little, his plump lips glistening in both of your saliva, and places his two palms on your boobs. He feels your perky nipples under his hands, just loving how plushy your breasts are, fitting perfectly in his palms.

He keeps thrusting in you as he gropes your tits and you bring your hands over his, looking into each other's eyes. He lowly groans, holding eye-contact with you.

You feel his veins under your palms, your pussy clenching around nothing but air while you run your hands all over his arms. You enjoy the sensations of his pulsing veins under your small fingers as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, staring into Jimin's dark eyes.

"Jimin..." You moan his name, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Jimin takes the opportunity to smooch your neck again as you expose it to him, his full lips delicately pressing down on your throat. "I love it," you sigh pleasantly.

He hums, the sound coming deep from his throat. He wants to hurt you, yes, but he likes it even more when you love the pain. He just knew you were exactly like him when he first saw you. He had the feeling that you needed someone like him, someone that'd push you to your limits and make you discover a new type of pleasure.

And he was right because there's not one time where you told him to stop.

"My dirty girl," he purrs in response, bringing his lips up to your jaw. He slowly rolls your nipples between his fingertips, pinching and pulling on them. "You're stupid, but so, so good for me, baby," he groans in your ear, gritting his teeth as he feels his balls tightening.

He slowly halts his hips movements, letting out heavy breaths as he eventually pulls out of you. You gasp when he does so, already missing his cock stretching out your ass.

You're both trying to catch your breaths, Jimin raising himself up from you and getting out of the bed. His erection stands tall against his stomach, bouncing up as he walks to the front of the bed.

You watch him getting away until he orders you to follow him. "Come here," he says softly and you don't make him wait. "On your knees," Jimin commands when you're facing him, sinking down to your knees after.

He places a hand behind your head and the other around the base of his dick, guiding the head of his cock toward your lips as he pushes down on your head.

"Here, baby," he instructs in a low voice. "Take it in your mouth." You part your lips to welcome Jimin's length, his bulbous tip shining in pre-cum and your juices under the light of the hotel room.

He immediately moans when he enters the warmth of your mouth, his heavy cock sliding on your wet tongue. He doesn't let you have much control, pushing his dick in your mouth until your nose touches his pubic hair.

You relax your jaw for Jimin, allowing him to stuff your mouth full of his cock. He looks down at you, watching the way your lips wrap around him tightly, your eyes starting to water. He still holds the back of your head with one hand, guiding you over his stiff erection and you moan obscenely around Jimin, drool dripping down on your chin.

He begins to fuck your mouth, forcing you to take the whole thing each time he bottoms out. He moves his hips back and forth, obsessed with the way his girth appears and reappears between your lips as he uses your mouth as he pleases.

"Shit," he hisses when you hollow your cheeks, making it more pleasurable for him. "You're a fucking cockslut, aren't you, baby?" He says breathily, his eyes not once leaving his cock penetrating your mouth over and over again.

You whine around him, surely agreeing with what he said. It sends deliciously vibrations through his entire body, the sounds of your moans and hearing you gag around him is so arousing to him. He wants to hear more so he literally uses your mouth like a toy, snapping his hips against you, his balls slapping your chin.

He lets out a deep moan, your cheeks now damp and eyelashes all wet because of your tears, eyes stinging as Jimin fucks your throat like a mad man.

"Stroke your clit," he manages to say between two heavy breaths. "You can get off by yourself, right? I know you're soaking wet just by letting me use that pretty mouth of yours," he mocks you, but he knows he's right. Whatever he does, your cunt is always dripping wet.

You whimper again, doing what he told you to and sneaking a hand between your thighs to play with your pussy. You part your legs wider as you circle your clit with your finger, Jimin's hooded eyes lazily watching you playing with yourself.

Your right hand is laying on his thigh while the other is operating between your legs, pleasuring yourself to the sounds of Jimin's moans and the feeling of his stiff cock weighing down on your tongue.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, swallowing around his length and flattening your tongue underneath him. Your juices drip down your inner thighs, your finger flickering over your sensitive bud smoothly because of your arousal.

The whole room is smelling like sex, an odour that Jimin can't ignore, loving it so much. Your lips glide so easily over his hard cock, completely covered in your spit and still some of your wetness, tasting yourself on him.

"Ah, fuck," he curses, his head rolling back on his shoulders, eyes still strained down on you. He feels the familiar burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, indicating he's really close to his orgasm. He stops thrusting in you. "Go on the bed, baby."

You're taken aback, but you follow his order, pulling him out of your mouth and laying your back down on the mattress close to the edge. You beautifully moan when Jimin penetrates your pussy a second time, bending your legs over your stomach.

"Oh, god," you cry softly, being pounded onto the bed by him right away, tits moving up and down on your chest.

His hands are positioned on each side of your shoulders, snapping his hips against yours so harshly you feel your skin stinging. You keep doing circle motions on your clit, now faster and impatient to reach your high.

You let out a high-pitched moan when Jimin suddenly steadies his hips over yours, dropping down to his elbows as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Holy fuck," he grunts, gripping the bed sheets tightly in fists beside your head as his cock twitches in your pussy.

"Yes, yes," you quietly exclaim, your clitoral orgasm passing through you, making you arch your back and buck your hips.

Your hole clenches repeatedly around him and he finally comes undone into you, shooting long, thick ropes of cum deep into you. He empties himself in your wet cunt, cumming just after you.

When he slips out of you, more spurts out of his tip, landing on your pussy, covering it in his creamy cum. You moan at the warm sensation, always loving how it feels both in and on you. Some of his seeds dribble out of you, dripping down to your ass.

He stays above you for some time, catching his breath and looking at the mess he made on you. He stares up at your face, seeing how fucked up you look, hair in a nest and eyes reddened.

Later, Jimin is in the shower, washing his hair and his body, passing a soft cloth soaked in soap over his chest. He lets the water fall over his head, wetting his black locks. He stays maybe a bit longer than normally, staring at the tiled wall.

He thinks about you, about all the things he's planned. He revised everything in his head, imagining you walk on the podium wearing his design, people looking at his piece with admiration in their eyes.

He thinks about all of that that will go down for you after the show, getting fired, losing your career and your fans. Many articles talking about your excessive use of alcohol and drugs, saying how tired and sad you look beside Jimin.

You won't last long, you're too weak anyway. A downfall like this is unconquerable, nobody recovers from that, and surely not a model who will be thrown out of the industry as soon as you turn twenty-five.

Jimin knows the industry, he's been in it for years now. He's aware of how cruel it is, how difficult and harsh it can be on fragile little girls like you.

But that's why he's here, to take care of you once nobody will want you anymore. That's the goal, after all; you to be finally his — solely and completely his.

"Jimin?"

Your voice reaches him, turning his head in your direction, seeing you hesitantly entering the shower with him. He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you do, hugging him and laying your head down on his wet chest.

"I love you, sweetheart," he softly murmurs against your hair. "I'll never leave you, you know that, right?"

You nod your head, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. "I love you, too."

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The runway went incredibly well. Celebrities and journalists were all gathered for the fall show, totally amazed by every design and the models that were wearing them.

But there was one specific piece that everyone was willing to say was the best.

Jimin was satisfied to see that his name stood out among everyone else's, being called more times than Dior itself. He predicted it; it was the creation that every guest remembered, the dress that the fans were only talking about.

He'd take all the credit, he was the one who imagined it and then sewed it after all, but he has to admit that you had contributed to the fame a lot.

Being the beloved face of Dior only made people talk more about it and that was what Jimin needed.

But everything has an end, doesn't it?

When Jimin comes back to his apartment, the place is silent except for the TV playing, as he thought it would be. You're looking through the window, watching the city living at night while it's raining. You're sitting on the sofa, not even acknowledging his presence as he enters, getting rid of his shoes.

You're not much of a talker since you've been fired from Dior a few days ago just after the fall show. He understands your wish of remaining silent, needing a bit of space to process everything that has happened the past weeks in your small head.

It was going to happen soon enough anyway. You've been to your photoshoots completely drunk, sometimes just going in with a hangover, but of course it didn't help your case at all.

Jimin was guilty for letting you drink alcohol so soon in the morning. No need to deny it, he was even the one for dropping you off at work like that. Well, he had to do it if he wanted people to notice how far you've fallen.

He doesn't feel bad, though. Your career wasn't going to last with Jimin's sabotage or not. He did you a favour, you should be thankful.

You can't handle being a model. If you could, none of that would have happened. You wouldn't have gained weight, you would have been suspicious of the amount of calories Jimin was feeding you. The bottle of wine wouldn't have been so tempting and smoking weed wouldn't have ever occurred to you as a good idea.

Some people can, others can't and you're one of them. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, sometimes things just don't work out like we would have wanted them to.

"Did you see the article they wrote about me?" You ask, already knowing he's walking up to you without looking. "You surely did, I bet that's all they're talking about..."

He sits down beside you and you eventually turn around, facing him. You care so much about what others think of you. It must be so tiring having such a low self-esteem. He can only imagine it; seeing you look through the window like a sad puppy, your life finally making sense when Jimin comes home.

"I did, but nothing of that matters to me," he answers, the most honest he's ever been. And even if he had to lie, it's not like you wouldn't have believed him. You always trust whatever he says.

You don't reply, your head still filled with many thoughts.

"Hey, come here," he softly tells you, patting his thigh. You straddle his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him as you keep avoiding his gaze. "Whatever they say, whatever their name is, nothing will ever be more important than you."

Because who is he if he lets some article affect the way he sees you? He's known you since the beginning of your career and he stayed til the end of it.

He knows you better than everyone else. He was with you during your highs and lows and he'll still be there for the next ones. There's nothing in the world that could make him leave you. After everything he's done to have you, there's no way he'll go away.

How cowardly of him if he does. He can't leave when he's promised he'd heal you — close all of your past wounds and create other ones.

He may be selfish, but there's one thing that he isn't and it's a fucking liar. He sticks to his words, and when he says he'll never leave you, that means he'll never, never abandon you — he'll never leave your side, not even once. He can't risk it.

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Costume Meta 7x01

Aaaaaaannnnd we're back!!

OMG I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back writing costume meta - I have missed it so very much and this first episode has given me lots and lots to talk about so lets crack on with it shall we!

Where to start?! Firstly - Its amazing to have Alayna Bell-Price back in the driving seat and she is a genius because she knows the characters better than anyone and I have to say from my perspective there is a pretty clear difference between this episodes costumes and the ones from season 6 - not that s6's costumes were bad, just that you could see the shift of having a designer who didn't know the characters to the same level. I’m going to go in order of character appearance in a non uniform capacity for this one I think so we’re going to jump around from character to character a bit. There is no Maddie or Hen this week, as we don't see them out of uniform, but every one else is accounted for and I've included Norman and Lola as they've got a multi episode arc and their costumes are interesting and playing into a colour theme!

putting it below the cut as its a long post and I on't want to overtake everyones dashes! Enjoy!

We start off with Athena in this pale pink high neck ribbed sweater with large bell sleeves. I've spoken a fair amount about pale pink over the last couple of seasons of costume metas and how, in clothes its representative of childish and immature behaviours or thoughts. That holds true here - the pale pink is playing into Athena's childhood - when she developed her fear of cruise ships - its creating a connection between her childhood experiences and the woman sitting in Franks office.

We get a flashback that shows her in yellow and orange - the yellow for communication and the orange for transformation. A literal moment where we see Athena transform from the innocence of youth to her developing anxiety and fear around cruise ships. Its really clever visual storytelling connecting adult with child and shows us her fear is genuine and founded in something that she may not have been able to articualte fully as a child, but she can as an adult, even if she doesn't actually articulate it to Bobby.

Our next non uniform costume is Chimney. The lighting is really low in this scene, so it's kind of hard to be 100% sure of the colouring, but he seems to be wearing either a dark navy or black button up shirt under a dark green and black bomber jacket. The use of really dark green in combination with black, Back is a colour that can be about hiding ones vulnerabilities - concealment and masking, but it is also a colour associated with magic (generally dark magic) as well as pessimism. The green is growth and renewal, and the hope for a better future. to use them in combination i this way is playing on Chimneys insecurites and fears, his desire to keep the 'magic' alive in his relationship with Maddie, but it also speaks to his growth, that he goes home and talks to her about it (even if he does come up with an insane plan to 'date forever').

Eddie in the locker room - aside from being shirtless for much of it and pulling some epically good faces - was a super interesting costume choice. Especially the use of his watch! first though - Denim shirt time! We don't actually see Eddie in a denim shirt all that often and we've seen him in the super washed out one far more than dark denim shirts. I've been laughing a little bit at a few people (on twitter mostly) claiming its the same shirt he was wearing at the hospital during and after Bucks coma and it being a play on bringing Buck back to life. While I like the theory, its actually a very different shirt - the one in the hospital was black with a grey wash out and was made of velveteen - so different colour and fabric.

This shirt, is however one we have actually seen Eddie wear before and its far more telling than if it were the hospital shirt. You need to bear in mind that this scene is about Buck and Eddies respective girlfriends (or lack there of) and the fact that Christopher has a girlfriend now as well. This shirt is the same shirt Edie was wearing when he (re)introduced Ana to Chris in 4x08 (breaking point my beloved! the gift that keeps on giving!) and this puts a conversation about Marisol and things going well with her into the same category as Ana - suggesting she is ultimately destined for the same fate as Ana. the other thing that plays into this narrative is the use of the watch.

Eddie does not put the Christopher watch on until after he has found out that Buck has broken up with Natalia - so during the entire conversation about their respective girlfriends, he is only holding the Christopher watch, rather than wearing it.

In the picture below from 4x08 you can see that Eddie is wearing his black 'work' watch rather than the brown strapped 'Christopher' watch. Remember that the first time we see the Christopher watch is when he goes for his first date with Ana in Jinx, so he already has this watch and in theory should be wearing it in this scene. The fact he isn't is pretty telling and I'll go into that a bit more later when we get to Chris's (and Eddies) date scene.

Then we have Buck in his outfit of many colours! The white trainers, continue to play into my theory of Buck wearing them when he is in key points on his journey to discover his self - her it is about showing his growth - that he ended the relationship with Natalia - this is a massive thing when we saw how long it took for him to end things with Taylor - The man who clings is growing and getting out before it drags him down!

The jacket is similar in style to many of the ones we've seen him wearing in season 5 and 6, but this one is much brighter and more colourful. I know I go on about white meaning bad things for Buck, but that isn't relevant here - the white bad things happen to Buck theory is much more about t-shirts, jumpers and shirts rather than jackets - its an under-layer rather than a top layer that = danger. So i'm not thinking of its relevance here for this scene. What I am going to say is that this (according to my spreadsheet!) is the first time we've seen Buck in a white jacket of any description. To me, it's playing into the idea of purity and rebirth which is what white is often associated with. This plays into the comment Eddie makes welcoming Buck back to 'the land of the living' but also implies that Buck is starting a new chapter and making a fresh start - the check patterning suggests it might not all be plain sailing though.

The check pattern is an interesting one, obviously check pattern theory comes into play here, but whether its only in relation to the reveal that he split with Natalia, or if its also foreshadowing Buck getting himself into danger/trouble down the line, remains to be seen.

I'm going to quote myself again because I did predict that this scene may be about his relationship with Natalia when we got the stills dropped - the costume department never let us down!

The only thing I can do is scream into the void about check theory because check does't bode well for people - they always end up in the middle of the drama (see my check theory posts linked on my pinned post for more) and while they come out the other side (99% of the time) Buck in check for that scene in 6x18 pretty much doomed his relationship with Natalia (its specific to her and not C&K's baby as Buck wasn't wearing it when he delivered it!) and as that shirt in the still is very un Buck like, has not only yellow ochre in it, but also its a white base (and we all know buck in white is a bad sign!!) and its check patterned - my theory is that this scene is connected to Natalia in some way - either Buck is not being true to him self in more than one way - that things are going to/have come to a head for their relationship (my kingdom for a reverse of Buck to Eddie about Ana in 5x03!!!) and lead to a pretty big change in some way (fingers crossed for Buck to end it and then finally break down and deal with his trauma!!!) Some other things about that shirt - the colour combination - the green blue and yellow ochre are giving me call backs to coma Buck (another reason I think it might be connected to Bucks unresolved trauma around his death and Eddies absense in his dream)

In the quote above, I was also referring to the blue and white check pattern shirt he was wearing when he and Natalia got together, but there was also the fact that in the balcony scene at the end of 6x18, we also saw her in one of Bucks white shirts. I wrote in my 6x18 meta about how those two things combined didn't bode well for that relationship going forward, and thats what leaves me unsure about the check pattern on this white jacket being purely about something that has already happened. If I put my Buddie goggles on, I would perhaps suggest that the troubled times ahead may be more connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, and this would fit in with a couple of the things Oliver and Ryan have said. The thing with check theory though, is that generally speaking if it's on one of the mains, they come out the other side of the dram/trauma stronger than before. So if it is connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, then we can expect it to be in an even stronger position on the other side of whatever goes down (and at this point you can't strengthen their relationship any further and keep them as just friends imo!)

Chimneys forever dating proposal to Maddie, connects with his outfit when he's talking to Hen - it's the same jeans and black shirt, so the meanings of black, can be continued on into this scene - the idea of magic and hiding his vulnerabilities. The addition of the jacket with this brickwork pattern in its weave is a fun choice, it's playing into the idea of building something, but also plays into the idea that Chimney has his walls up - again fitting in with the black meaning of hiding his vulnerabilities - because instead of expressing his fears to Maddie ad then them talking it thorough, he comes up with his insane forever dating concept. the fact that much of this scene is a contrasting parallel with the scene from season 1 when he is pretending to be someone else entirely for Tatiana all ties in perfectly with this costume. The fact that he reverts to wearing blue (ran out of picture spaces so I couldn't include one) later on - when he's realised his plan isn't realistic, talks to Maddie and they end up back on the same page is really good to see - the blue being a signature Chimney colour and is indicative of him being true to himself.

Bobbys blue suit and blue check patterned shirt. The brightness of the blue is a really important choice - it's the only time we see him this brightly coloured on the cruise until he ends up in the bright red at the end. This is important because this is the moment when he's still all excited and hopeful for his honeymoon cruise - everything is good in Bobby's world at this moment in time - the check pattern is telling us that it's not going to stay that way for long. From her on out we see the colours of Bobby's costumes slowly beginning to dull and take on a washed out tone, but here in this moment all is good.

Athena's bright yellow dress is all about making her stand out - communicating with the audience, she is the brightest person in the room (in more ways than one!!). The thing with yellow, apart from the communication aspect, is that it can also be a symbol of anxiety and fear, so this dress plays rather nicely into the theme of Athenas fear of being on that ship.

The colour does have other good traits too - its fresh and bright and is a colour of happiness in its more jewel like tones and I think we can see all of these meanings in these scenes - Athena might be anxious about being on the ship, but she is also happy and enjoying herself with Bobby in that moment.

Lola and Norman. Lola is the one we need to focus on in her very bright very check patterned Victoria Beckham dress. Obviously the check pattern plays into check pattern theory, but the red also acts like a neon sign to the audience - highlighting that Lola is in danger - the ga won't pick up on check theory, although they might connect the dots about the fact this check patterning looks very like a cage - foreshadowing her being held captive later on, but also as a nod to the fact she was incarcerated previously.

The red is also a nod towards romance and love - playing into the rekindling of their relationship and romance in the aftermath of the freeway 'see me Norman' incident.

Ok so Christophers date night and by extension Eddies date night! This is where this meta is goingto get a bit messy and I'm goingto jump around a bit becasue I need to talk about the way colour theory is at play in all the scenes in Christophers bedroom, so we're going to talk about Christophers bedroom as one big thing rather than the two separate scenes that it actually is. They are extensions of one another and build on so much of the groundwork we've already seen in previous seasons.

Chris in plaid check yellow and red check plays perfectly into check pattern theory - it’s a signifier that something is about to go down with him - namely that the fact he’s dating multiple girls at the same time. 

He’s also wearing a white shirt which is not a colour we see on him all that often - in fact, the only times we’ve seen him in a completely white shirt is with his suit in 5x01 when suit shopping and again in 6x08 for his school dance. He did wear a white vest when dressed as wolverine for halloween  So as you can see its not a common colour for him, but the times have seen him wear it as a solid colour have been connected to school/girls and dating (i’m including the suit shopping in this because Ana was there and it was kind of a Eddie and Ana date of sorts - in that it was suppose to be for this Christening - meet the family - date type thing).

The most interesting thing is the plaid hooded shirt though. It was such an interesting choice to go with for a couple of reasons. the colour way is especially loud - we tend to see Chris wearing greens and blues and greys, with the odd other colour thrown in occasionally. So red and yellow are not common colours for him to be wearing.

On the red front we see him in it a couple of times - the adapted skateboarding scene and the scene in 4x10 when he joins Eddie and Ana on the sofa - getting in the way of their date night. We do also see him wear red in Christmas related episodes (so I don’t tend to count them in the same way as the Christmas colour theming will nearly always override any other colour theming intention - the use of stripes or check or other patterning is more important in those episodes!). 

On the yellow front things are even more clear cut - the Tsunami arc, the aftermath of him falling off the skateboard, Mays graduation party and 5x03’s Eddie Ana break up! These (apart from the tsunami shirt) were all bright almost neon yellow.

This new plaid shirt is more into the yellow ochre part of the yellow spectrum, therefore tying much more to the tsunami arc, which is actually really fitting if you think about it in a little more detail - its a connection, not only to Buck, but also to loss and grief. Eddie might have been using his secret weapon (Chris) to get Buck out of his moping (read mourning) over not being able to go back to work, but Christopher is also still grieving the loss of his mother at that point as well, so its not just about cheering Buck up, its also about giving Chris a chance to do something fun and distract him from his own grief. That is why the use of yellow then ties in so nicely with its use on Chris now.

The other thing that really grabbed my attention about this shirt though is the fact that the two times we’ve seen Buck have a conversation with Chris in his bedroom, he has sat in the same spot and has been wearing one of those two colours - post shooting in maroon and this episode in the yellow ochre - if you watch those two scenes side by side, you see that they’ve used almost identical camera angles as well to film Buck.

I've spoken a lot about the use of maroon as a colour connected to parenthood - especially fatherhood , which is how its intended to be read on Buck - connecting to Eddie and his being shot, pushing Buck into a parental role in Eddies absence.

That alone is a pretty loud reference to Christophers connection and relationship to Buck, but then we have the yellow ochre of it all.

I feel a little bit insane about how close my prediction was on what the Buck Christopher scene was going to be about - this is from the meta I wrote when t he stills dropped;

Whatever this scene transpires being about, based on what we've seen with Buck wearing yellow ochre, we can assume its going to continue to play into this idea of Buck not being fully truthful with people and fitting into the role he thinks people want him to pay rather than being true to himself. I do want to add to this theory by looking at Christophers shirt as well. The grey/ yellow combination is a bit reminiscent of Breaking point (the episode that really is the gift that keeps on giving) because we get Chris in grey and Eddie in tan - that is yellowish toned whilst not actually being yellow There isn't a good screenshot of them together, but the placing of Chris and Buck in the new one has echoes of Eddie and Chris in that scene (one that is interestingly enough playing into the idea of changing family dynamics, but also the moment before and the one that happens afterwards at Bucks loft, directly placing Buck into a parental role (as an aside the idea of Buck being a miracle worker plays into the theme of Eddie looking for magic, just saying!))

Indirectly this scene was about Buck not being true to himself with people and fitting into whatever role he thinks people want him to fit into, only this wasn't an active situation - this was a scene where Buck could draw on his experience of having done that in the past to help Christopher - the line from Eddie 'you didn't end up being like you' is such a call to this and actually shows how valuable Bucks own experiences and learnings are in helping Chris (we've all been joking about Eddie choosing Buck to help him with this Chris's issue, but in actual fact he was the perfect person for the job - not just because of his being a 'reformed player', but also because of his relationship with death and the death of a loved one where you are reliant on others for their memories of a person rather than having your own)

The thing with the Yellow ochre (this meta here that i've already quoted from above is the place to go if you'd like more detail on its use on Buck more widely) isn't just its about it's connection to Buck, his place in Christopher's life and more loosely to the will of it all, (the fact that Buck and Eddie are both wearing the same colour ways as in the hospital bed will reveal scene and are both on the same sides of the screen in both scenes is a stroke of genius and is meant to connect these two scenes together) its also its connection to Shannon.

The first time we meet Shannon, she sits on Christophers bed in more or less the same position as we see Buck and Eddie sit, and looks at where Christopher has been positioned in all these conversations, and she is wearing a burnt orange top thats pretty close to the dark yellow ochre we see Buck wearing. Shannon wears a lot of yellow - as in it there are only a couple of times we don't see her wearing something yellow or with yellow in it and those are key scenes (which I will talk about later on).

Shannons appearance in Christophers room to read the letter she wrote him had her in this black top with a floral patterning on it. She was also wearing green trousers (which can be seen in the still below but aren't actually seen during the scene.

I actually really loved the green trousers and black top as a choice because the top is very Shannon - it sits perfectly with the floral patterns we saw her wearing when she was still alive. The green trousers are a bit of a departure for her, but I think its very intentional for two reasons .

The first is that they are very much in the Eddie trousers wheelhouse, especially in combination with black - he wears green khaki trousers a lot. The inference being that the black and green combination is an echo of Eddie.

The second ties to Christopher. Green is also a colour we've seen on Christopher a lot, it's probably the colour we see him in most. It's being used as a reflection of the fact he is growing and transitioning from child to teenager. But having it here in this scene - on Shannon connects a Christopher growing up without his mom.

Both of these combined really connect into Shannon in this scene, tying the three of them together and on Eddies efforts to keep her alive for Christopher - the underlying implication that his growth into who he is so far is as much to do with Shannon as it is to do with Eddie.

Her necklaces were not identical to the ones we saw her in in season 2, but that's most likely because they don't have them any longer, so they've replicated them as best as they can. The other little nod that I enjoyed is the brown bracelets on her right wrist - the same place Eddie wears his brown strapped Christopher watch!

But the top they have her in plays into a couple of other things - the prominent yellow flowers make an obvious connection to Buck from the previous scene, but they also tie into the 'I want a divorce' scene from 2x17 where she is wearing a dark blue dress with bright yellow ochre flowers all over it. the dress is not especially close to the top in the wider sense - blue dress with white squares v black top with florals in a variety of colours, but the yellow flowers are the prominent aspect of both items of clothing and play into the yellow theme connected to Shannon and then to Buck.

This is espeically relevant when you remember that Eddie is in a black suit in that scene and he's wearing black when he gives the letter to Christopher.

The black for this sequence of scenes is such a poignant choice - its Eddie mourning all over again, not for his loss, but for Christophers loss. I did find it telling that again in this scene, we have the absence of the Christopher watch. Eddie has very rarely not been wearing a watch in his scenes, so the times when we don't see him wearing one are very telling.

For me, in this sequence of scenes, it's about the fact that they are not about Eddies relationship with Christopher, but about Shannons relationship with Christopher. The watch is much more about Eddie and Christopher, so to have it absent from this story arc makes total sense and is symbolic of Eddie being a good father

Then we have Christophers grey shirt - I said when we first got the stills from that scene, how it was likely to be connected to complex family relationships - a la when we’ve seen Buck wearing his grey shirt. And what do you know - the scene was about complex family dynamics/ relationships.

It wasn’t perhaps in the manner I was expecting, but that series of scenes played with the full scope of Chris’s complex family relationships - from the relationship he has with Buck -not only as Christophers friend, but also as more or less Eddies co-parent (the way Eddie asked for Bucks help screamed co-parent rather than friend imo - that whole burnt out car scene was two co-parents discussing their child!) to the relationship he has with his dad - which is a pretty great relationship, but it is a complex one.

The relationship he has with his mom - or the fact he feels he doesn’t have a relationship with her despite Eddies best efforts, because as he grows up she feels further and further away. 

Eddies 'date' night with Marisol. Again I ran out of pictures (30 is not enough!) so you're going to have to use your imagination or go back and rewatch the scene for yourselves, but trust me when I say that Eddie is wearing the same shirt he was wearing for this date night as he was in 4x10 - when Christopher interrupts because he can't sleep!

It's also a similar tee to the one Eddie wears when he has his breakdown and trashes his room (that one was more green when this one is much browner). Its slouchy and has cut and stretched raw edges at the sleeves and on the pocket - in the same way his breakdown shirt did. there is an element of being in familiar surroundings and being comfortable at home, but stretched out raw edges and Eddie generally tend to mean not so great things.

Of course there is the element of his parenting skills being tested by Christophers having more than one girlfriend, but if that where the only reason, then it would've made more sense to have him in that shirt when he's listening in to Chris talking to Buck, rather than when he's on a date with a new girlfriend.

This is especially true as the screen time for that tee has more connection with Marisol than it does with Chris. Combined with the fact that once again, like in the locker room scene, he is not wearing his Christopher watch in this scene and that speaks volumes.

If we are to read the scene as being about Christopher soley, he should be wearing his watch because that watch is a physical embodiment of the importance of Christopher in Eddies life - that he puts Christopher first in all things.

Got to say I was a bit shocked to see Marisol in his bright magenta silk spaghetti strap top when you consider the costumes we saw her in last season - mostly dressed down, t-shirts, jumpers and dungarees so this is a complete 180 for her character.

There are a few interesting things connected to her outfit, firstly it low key ties into Natalia - we saw Natalia in a red version of this top for her first proper onscreen date with Buck (when they go to the badge and ladder joint) so there is an interesting low key parallel to draw there. There is also the fact that her bracelet is a chain one - much like we've seen on all of Buck and Eddies previous girlfriends - although those have been necklaces, so I'm undecided if this chain bracelet is paying into the same trope as those.

Then there is the pink of it all.

You see Eddie and Pink on his girlfriends doesn't bode well for Marisol.

Both Shannon and Ana wore pink. Ana wore it a lot - there are two examples below, but generally speaking its her most commonly worn colour - including on her first date with Eddie in Jinx.

The first example below is from the first time we see her in the Diaz house. the shades are different, but the fact that the first time we see both characters in the Diaz house they're both wearing pink, speaks volumes.

The other key use of Pink is when Shannon is at the beach with Eddie and Christopher and she tells Eddie she's pregnant - Eddie takes it as the sign he has been looking for - the chance to effectively start over with their marriage, but this is the beginning of the end for their relationship, even if she hadn't died a short while later. She is wearing pale pink in that scene and it's the only time we see her wear the colour in the show.

The fact we can also contrast the use of pink with when Buck wears it is telling in its own right - we see the relationship between Buck and Eddie strengthening when Buck wears pink - May's graduation party, the tsunami, the Hildy coffee machine - all moments (big and small) that show the development of various aspects of their relationship and its ability to endure.

Essentially all this use of pink on the women he has had previous relationships with, doesn't bode well for Marisol and the longevity of her relationship with Eddie. How quickly it will end I can't say, just that it will end.

I spoke earlier in this post about colour theming for the episode and this is where I talk about it!

Pink - and in particular the very bright pinks we saw scattered across the episode. Marisol above wearing it, isn't just about connecting her to Ana in costume terms (especially as at this point that costume is a departure of her costumes from s6) it also connects her to the other characters we see wearing bright pink in this episode - Lola and Norman.

At this point in time I'm not sure if we're going to see it play out as a theme across the season, but its use in this episode was very loud on characters that are going to be around for more than 1 episode. It suggests that there is some underlying theme that connects them (by this I don't mean that they're gonna meet and hang out I mean that personality traits are going to be similar)

Magenta and bright pink in colour theory means a few different things, and like with all colours, has positive and negative traits. Generally speaking its a loud and brash colour thats designed to stand out and draw attention to it's wearer.

Things that are considered positive traits for this shade of pink are; intensity, acceptance, kindness and it's supportive and uplifting nature. It's connected to naive love (as in lust rather than the passionate and enduring love of red) can also be considered a nurturing colour.

Negative traits are; intensity, volatility, arrogant and impatient, irritability and irritating and frustration. it is also said to be a stress inducing colour and is said to be overly emotional.

Theres a clear and fairly loud connection between Lola and Norman getting into danger - Lola is in magenta trousers when she is kidnaped. Norman also has bright magenta flowers on his shirt at this point as well. My guess at this point is that we're supposed to lean into the stress inducing element, and also the irritating nature of the colour (On Athenas part at the very least!) and we'll see if those are the themes that play out for Marisol as well down the line.

Norman is in bright pink when he's lying and claiming she's unwell from being outside or too long. We also see that he is wearing pink in the ditsy print shirt later on (again I ran out of picture spaces!)

Athena's black top in this scene is much like the use of Chimney in black in his scenes. It's all about power and authority but it's also about her hiding her vulnerabilities. The other thing it does is creates a huge contrast with Bobby and all of the other passengers - she is the only one in black in the scene and it contrasts her with the underlying white of Bobbys shirt - juxtaposing them and visually putting them at odd with one another.

Like I said above about him becoming increasingly pale - here we see Bobby in a sea-foam green shirt - its the palest and washed out colour we've seen him in on this cruise (grey pyjama shirt not being included as its blink and you miss it and a pyjama tee!!!). Sea-foam green doesn't really play into the traditional meanings of green - there is still the element of renewal about it (the sea washes the sand etc)but its mostly a self-conscious and uncertain colour - both things that perfectly sum up how Bobby is feeling in this moment.

The other fun thing about this outfit is the palm tree shorts the patterns Bobby has worn in relation to this cruise, up to this point (and that includes the shirts from season 6) have all been tropical themed but on his shirts, the fact that they've now slipped down onto his shorts is a visual representation of him becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the way his honeymoon is going - that the tropical vacation vibes are slipping away.

Athenas red and white shirt, in my opinion is showing her cross purposes - its the duality of investigating and being on a cruise in a shirt. The bright red ties into the red and blue first responder colour way the show uses (for obvious reasons) while the white and the palm fronds, the lei flowers and the watery theming of the pattern fit into the troipical cruise they're on.

Bobbys red shirt contrasts with the lavender that we see on Athena - its not a colour we see on Bobby all that often and that makes its use all the more important. Especially considering the entire cruise thus far we've seen him in blues and greens - especially pale closer to pastel tones.

This red is bright snd bold and unlike his usual choices. Red is a colour of cross meaning - there is obviously the connection with love and the heart, which is absolutely at play her - his love for Athena is spurring him on and is part of what is pushing him in to investigator Bobby mode - and its representation of love is what is going to be the key player in the up coming episodes on the ship - when he is looking for Athena during the evacuation etc. But the other meaning of red is war, courage and anger and that is very much present here in this episode, and will (i'm assuming) be later on in 7x02 and 3.

The other thing I think its worth pointing out at this point (which is pure conjecture on my part at this moment in time but that I think will become relevant in the next two episodes rather than this one) is the foreshadowed parallel with Buck in season 5 when he broke down Eddies door. The bright red we saw him wearing then was an uncommon colour for him, in the same way it is for Bobby here. It's paralleling the way Buck was prepared to go into battle for Eddie, with the way Bobby is prepared to do so for Athena - going to war for your closest person, your loved one and doing what you need to do to save them.

Putting Athena in lavender the moment she gets to go into cop mode was a choice that had me giggling! Lavender is a colour of relaxation and order so for her to start wearing it the moment she gets to start being a cop again - speaks volumes for her state of being - it shows that her fear of being on the cruise ship and of being alone with bobby, has been overridden by her need to do her job and start investigating things. Its the perfect colour for this moment and for the impeding trouble brewing on the ship - Athena will bring order to things as order has been restored to her inner world.

Hopefully you've enjoyed this little canter through the costumes of 7x01 we're back in business and I can't wait to read your comments in the tags and comments 🥰

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#911 abc #I hope you enjoy! #its good to be back #I can't remember my costume tags 😂 #911 costume meta #season 7 #s7 costumes #7x01 #Kym costume meta #Kym colour theory #911 costumes #long post #the costume department never fails #still feeling feral about so much of the stuff I got right and the new stufff I've spotted

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

would be so funny if after sirius and reader fuck for the first time, the next time he sees remus hes debriefing like they used to when they were younger and remus is like “you never change do you” but sirius goes “she’s different!” because she is 🤭 and then glimpses of how sirius and reader act together that make remus realise that his friend is indeed whipped, head over heels, long gone

my first ask 🙇🏻‍♀️‼️ thank u. i’m not super confident in writing dialog but i gave it my best effort lmao

from the moment Remus gets back to grimmauld place… he knows something’s up.

The air feels different, and Sirius is all but skipping around the house.

Remus quickly puts two and two together as it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s been going on. Sirius wears his emotions on his sleeve, and it’s been obvious from the very beginning that he has an interest in you.

After a meeting, Remus pulls Sirius to the side and sighs. “Really, Sirius?”

Sirius can’t help the smug little smile on his face. He knows exactly what Remus is referring to, but he likes to play coy, and the back-and-forth between them is always a bit of fun. “Something on your mind, Remus?”

Remus wants to roll his eyes. He speaks in a quiet but firm tone. “Must I spell it out for you? Do you think what you’re doing is appropriate?”

Sirius responds with a simple glance of his eyes. He locks eyes with Remus, slowly looks over to Tonks, and then meets eyes with Remus again. As if saying ‘You’re not one to talk’ without having to say it

Of course Sirius would know about that. Remus thinks bitterly. It���s sometimes easy to forget that Sirius is smarter and more perceptive than he lets on.

Not bothering to try and save face, Remus defends quietly, “That isn’t the same.”

“How so?” Sirius asks, knowing he’s already won the confrontation without even having to say much.

Remus could create a list of reasons as to why Sirius Black of all people shouldn’t be sleeping with one of the new order members. No matter the reasons why, Sirius was never known for committed relationships or monogamy.

But right now isn’t the time for this discussion. The meeting’s just ended and everyone’s rounding up for dinner. Remus sighs. “You’ll never change, will you?”

Remus thinks the conversation is done, but Sirius replies after a short pause. Remus is mildly surprised by how genuine Sirius sounds when he says “This time is different, old friend.”

Remus knows Sirius. He knows him better than anyone else. And he knows that Sirius won’t take this so-called ‘relationship’ seriously.

In Remus’s mind, he thinks that Sirius is just bored. He knows it’s hard for Sirius to be trapped in his childhood home, and having a pretty girl around is a good distraction.

Throughout dinner, Remus can’t help but steal glances at the two of you. He watches the way Sirius listens to you when you speak, his eyes never straying from yours.

After dinner, Remus watches Sirius as he makes you a cup of tea. Sirius adds a generous amount of milk and a small pinch of sugar as if he’s already memorized your preferences.

Then in the middle of the night, Remus rises out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom. Whilst passing by Sirius’s room, Remus can hear bits and pieces of your late-night conversations. It’s difficult to make out your quiet mumblings, but it’s got something to do with life after the war and possible children.

Remus decides to stop pestering Sirius. Perhaps this could be a good thing in the long run

#i wanted to make it longer and REALLY show some fluff #but it felt like it was going on too long #idk why maybe it was just insecurity talking #sirius black #sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #ask

[sonic-tangled-au]

Miles Robotnik / Tails Character Design Reference sheet ✨⬇️

Miles Robotnik, kid genius and the AU’s equivalent of Rapunzel!

Our favourite sweet, lonely and blissfully unaware two tailed fox. After having been saved and taken in by Eggman at a young age all Miles wants to do is make his father proud and spends his days tinkering away in the lab/tower. Despite his less then pleasant memories of his time on West Side Island, just as his loneliness grows so does his curiosity of the outside world and longing to one day get back out there (sparked even more so by his wish to one day see and fly the red biplane he sometimes spots flying past the tower from his window). Eggman is quick to remind him of the dangers of the outside world, that others wouldn’t accept him due to his tails and that some could even use him for his mechanical abilities (while doing exactly that).

As for a few little additional parallels, his tails sometimes dragging across the floor under his lab coat is similar to how Rapunzel’s hair trails behind her. Meanwhile the grappling hook invention is used in a similar way to her hair and a while ago I had the idea for him to have a zapper device (somewhat inspired by the IDW Zeti Zappers) as an equivalent to the frying pan!

✨ Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ for all of their help with creating the art for these character sheets! It’s been so fun working with them on the core 4 main characters (not counting Eggman who looks the same, the reasons of which I should probably dive into one day!). And thank you so much for the designs of his gadgets as well! Can’t thank them enough! 💛✨ I recently came up with an alternate design for how he could wear his jacket (I’m such a sucker for puffy sleeves) and they helped me capture that perfectly! The only other small tweak was him also having cuffs around his ankles and his gloves being proper lab gloves even upon leaving with Sonic. It’s one more thing to differentiate his design, further ties him to Eggman (and the idea of him being gifted actual normal gloves by sonic after the main story is super sweet to me). I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this… but he’d also defo wear blue shoes after the main story too. Thank you so, so much to @/thatbirdguy_ and please go support them on Insta and Twitter if you have them! ✨

#sonic tangled au: designs #sonic tangled au #miles tails prower #tails the fox #who’s gonna tell this poor little guy that his life’s a lie <\3 #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sth au #sonic #dr eggman #dr robotnik #sonic and tails #sonic art #sonic fanart

[butchybats]

ask meme: how many crochet projects do you have going at the moment ‘:|

Okay so it’s only four rn everyone cheer and clap for me HGHGH ideally I would take pictures but I don’t wanna get up so I’m just gonna talk about them <3

1. Halloween sugar cookie sweater!! This is definitely my biggest project as of right now, it’s meant to look like those Pillsbury ghost, jack o lantern, and cat sugar cookies and it’s so CUTE!! It’s seriously such a me pattern, I love it. I have the front panel entirely done, I need to finish the border for the back panel, crochet the shoulders for it, sew the two panels together, and then crochet the sleeves and add ribbing. Honestly that’s probably less work than what I’ve already done like it really shouldn’t take super long to finish, I just have chronic can’t finish things disease. That being said I did spend a good chunk of money on both the pattern and the yarn and plus it’s so cute that I really gotta try to finish it.

2. Cardigan for my sister! I literally just said that I have chronic can’t finish things disease and if you want proof of that then this cardigan was supposed to be done for my sister’s birthday in the summer! And then it was supposed to be done by Christmas! It is halfway done! To be fair I hate the pattern I chose to do 😭 it’s a granny hexagon cardigan and it actually looks pretty cool but it takes FOREVER to work up (probably my fault for using a 3.75 mm hook but it matches the yarn my sister wanted) and it’s literally halfway done like if I really put my mind to it then I could finish it. That being said just thinking about it fills me with dread LMAO I’m thinking about doing either a raglan or patchwork cardigan instead because I would like to actually gift her the cardigan I’ve been promising for like 10 months now 🤡

3. Beetlejuice inspired vest: this project is sitting halfway done on my table right now TAUNTING ME. I was having such a fun time with it when I got the genius idea last night to try it on for size. It is way too big which means I have to frog almost the entire thing!! Trying to tell myself it’s a good thing because it’ll be quicker to work up if it’s smaller but it’s also disappointing because I have to undo my work!! Also to clarify when I say beetlejuice: it’s this bulky yarn that changes color from black to dark purple, lilac, chartreuse, and neon yellow-green. Such a fun combo that I had to have when I saw at Michaels

4. Forever ago I told @loelett that I would make them a bat. Said bat literally only needs feet, to be sewed together and stuffed, and shipped out. I struggled so much with the feet that it got put on the back burner 😭 but other than that it went well HGHG

This isn’t even counting the ideas I have that haven’t made it to the crocheting stage yet (I want to make an iwtv sweater so badly it makes me look stupid) but hopefully I can finish these up soonish so that I can start on new ideas!!

ALSO I FEEL THE NEED TO SAY THAT I LOVE CROCHETING AND CONSIDER MYSELF GOOD AT IT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THIS POST SEEMS KINDA DOWN JGVHGGHG i would literally be unstoppable if I had the motivation to finish things is what this post amounts to. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#thanks for asking! #charles 🐈‍⬛ #bat notes

[apotelesmaa]

HELLO .WAIT. do you have more thoughts on wxs soul eater au i never considered combining the two even thiugh i am off the walls crazy about the,m

Oh I have. So many thoughts. You asking abt it even made me get up off my ass and draw again. Putting everything under the cut to avoid having a mile long post.

When I first had the idea I really struggled on who was a weapon/meister but after deciding on wanting to pair ruikasa/emunene up I was like tsukasa and emu need to be the meisters bc 1) it fits with them being the founding duo of wxs 2) I really wanted nene to be a gun 3) fitting tsukasa’s goals into the SE universe worked better if he was a meister. I elected to make rui a whip first and then I realized I could fit a bloodborne reference in there and reference becoming potatoes with the cane. I’m not entirely satisfied w the first pass at designs for the universe (not super close to the SE aesthetic, I cannot draw guns, I’m not very good at character design, etc) but i kind of tried to pull inspiration from:

- tsukasa and emu’s happy Phoenix costumes (split colors on tsukasa’s coat, tsukasa’s boots, the corset/bell sleeves/little cape thingie for emu)

- for tsukasa specifically: piano (b&w colors and stupid long coat tails), his second wxs costume

- emu: bc I drew her last and it was getting late I did less searching and more winging it but I did try to combine the style of her wxs costumes (shoes, dress, striped socks) & general darker Lolita (for lack of a better word) fashion.

- nene: her gaming event card (weird energy ball device thing? Which I would imagine functions similar to dtk’s shooting soul wave lengths thru the thompsons)

- rui: his ugly ass coat (fond) he wears as his first wxs costume. Also becoming potatoes cane handle thing. Him being a trick weapon (bloodborne term, essentially a weapon that can switch between two forms) also kind of lines up w him being a tech genius.

Ok done talking abt the designs onto the in universe stuff

- not basing any au story off the soul eater plot bc it didn’t work out very well (too many pjsk characters) (going with the main story wxs plot w a soul eater spin. Kinda. Gonna have to think abt that a bit.) but if I did mafuyu > crona, miku & the kagamines > dtk and the thompsons. Would that make cfm lord death. Emu would fill a similar role to maka with mafuyu in that situation but in general (besides the surface level similarities btwn tsukasa and black star) nene is too different from soul, emu is way too different from maka, and rui is literally NOTHING like tsubaki so I can’t justify just swapping out emunene/tsukasa with soul&maka/black star&tsubaki. No equivalent to that fucking cat in this universe. & the pjsk characters get to wear clothes when they’re in the weird place weapons’s bodies go when they’re transformed.

- idk maybe the regular soul eater plot is happening/will happen/has happened but this is the Japan branch (oceania branch in canon?).

- vocaloids are professors (not the kagamines. Forever babies.) but if there needs to be a lord death equivalent making that miku would be so funny. Also the normal vocaloid personalities and not the WXS ones for conveniences sake. Uhhh first thoughts for M/W would be meister miku, weapon meiko, meister kaito, luka can go either way tbh, kagamines are both weapons but are each other’s meister.

- similar to how rui did shows on his own for a really long time I think he was his own meister for a while (like Justin Law was). He doesn’t have many souls bc dwma in this universe at least pretends to give a fuck abt student safety so they don’t want to send him out alone on anything dangerous (despite his talent) and he can’t resonate soul wave lengths with most ppl bc they don’t get him. He ended up giving up on finding a meister when he was younger bc of this & just worked really hard on his own. He experiences a similar isolation from his peers that dtk did (ppl find him intimidating/envy at his skill/etc).

- equivalent of him transferring in to kamikou (? Spelling) second year is the kamishiros spending ~10 years in America. He’s still childhood friends w nene he just moved away after they drifted apart and then came back. Mizuki probably did something similar just 2 keep the mizuki & rui connection still there.

- tsukasa’s SE universe goal is to be the best meister - he wants to protect & help people (inspired by saki. I’ll get to that) but the equivalent of tsukasa forgetting he wanted to make ppl smile & believing he just wanted fame would be tsukasa believing he wants to be the best meister for fame/power.

- saki’s chronic illness is a result of black blood due to an incident w a kishin egg monster when she was younger. I think she would be a weapon but along with the canon typical chronic illness symptoms (not erasing those) she struggles for a long time w controlling her ability to change in and out of weapon form. Tsukasa & her *could* have been a m/w pair & have compatible soul wave lengths but 1) he’s overprotective and I think he realized he would not be able to fight without being too scared of getting her hurt 2) saki’s illness means she can’t really enroll in the dwma (yet. She gets there eventually.)

- nene was in the not classes before the plot picks up bc she didn’t think she had what it took to be a weapon. In universe equivalent to her forgetting her lines would maybe be freezing when she was supposed to transform during an important test when she was younger? Not baby age like in canon (bc I know the DWMA likes child soldiers but 7ish is a bit much even for them) but old enough to be taking classes & old enough to be put into not classes as a result. Im not reading SE NOT! to understand how those classes work though so thank god she gets out of those classes

- nene *is* a really powerful weapon she just lacks the confidence and struggles to resonate with people (& unlike rui she can’t wield herself)

- on that note emu can resonate with just about anyone but she hasn’t found anyone that felt right yet, and Tsukasa needs someone who can keep up w the intensity of his soul wave length and hasn’t found anyone who can do that yet.

- ^ similar to tsukasa being a piano prodigy or whatever in canon tsukasa *is* a really good meister, he just needs a really good weapon. Bc his peers would need more training to get to that level

- I toyed with making emu dtk adjacent (daughter of death) (bc PXL -> DWMA) but that would be too complicated with her brothers/dad/grandpa so I disregarded it. Maybe I’ll come back to it. I think it would make more sense for emu to come from a long line of really talented meisters so she grew up training for the job and running around the dwma.

- emu approaches tsukasa and is like we should work together!!! We’ll do better on missions and be able to take down harder kishin & maybe witches!! & he’s like sure why not every star needs a sidekick (obnoxious laugh) even though emu could kick his ass without breaking a sweat (in line with canon). & like the angel she is emu is like (ignores his pre main story dickheadedness) wonderhoy!! (Deathhoy?) okie dokie we need to find weapon partners then!! (bodily drags him to class)

- tsukasa sees rui training on his own and is like wow he’s really talented! Fitting for a future star like me! & approaches him to ask if they can pair up. Rui is like on the condition that you can find my friend a partner in your class (wants nene out of the not classes bc he thinks she’s far beyond that skill level). Emu jumps on the idea and is introduced to nene who is placed in the higher level courses to accommodate this partnership. Idc if that can’t happen in SE canon I think the Otoris have a lot of sway and any potential issues w nene being less powerful (not the case but it’s the assumption made abt not students) can be made up by emu’s skill.

- emu is instantly very taken with nene and they resonate well. I know what u are dot jpg. Rui & tsukasa can resonate but struggle to unlock their full potential (similar to soul and maka struggling with using the witch hunter form) bc tsukasa needs to realize what his real motivations are.

- tsukasa assumes nene has a low skill level at first (similar to his issues w nenerobo. God I wish I could think of a way to fit nenerobo in this au. sorry nenerobo) but is proven wrong when emu wields her.

- equivalent to the climax of the wxs main story in this is nene freezing again during an important mission and the group losing an important target -> tsukasa gets mad and yells at her -> rui fights w tsukasa over this and tells him that he’ll never be a good meister if he cares more about fame and power than people.

- tsukasa chats w the death scythe kaito & realizes the Error Of His Ways -> emu is considering dropping out bc she feels that she fucked up all of their futures as weapons/meisters by putting this into motion but tsukasa has the heart to heart with emu and they agree to continue being a team -> emu and nene partner back up -> they approach rui who has gone back to working solo and he refuses to partner back up w tsukasa

- idk what a good equivalent to the lonely alchemist show would be. Tsukasa and rui need to resonate & work together to help emunene because they’re in peril or something? & rui through the resonance realizes that tsukasa is genuine? Some sort of hand wavey plot device is used to resolve everything.

- I think that emu & rui and nene & tsukasa are also able to resonate and they do occasionally switch it up just for funsies. Emu and rui bc they just get along very well and nene & tsukasa argue with each other but can still function as a team.

- I don’t think that rui & nene can resonate because. Put down the pitchforks please. *Because* similar to their dynamic in pjsk despite their bond and their care for each other there’s a lot of baggage that needs to be worked through. Too many things left unsaid. Etc. they could probably achieve resonance later on but there’s not really a need to given that they’re both weapons and both have meisters.

- Rui thinks it’s a great training exercise to fight tsukasa “how do you expect to get better if you don’t try fighting against a weapon without a weapon… I’m just trying to help you… (fake crying)” “I’m already good at fighting without a weapon!! This is never going to be relevant knowledge anyways!!! You just want to fight me because you think it’s fun!!!!!!” “(switching manipulation tactics) Someone who wants to be a star would want to be prepared for any situation no matter how small the chance is of it happening” “hm…that’s true… ok let’s do it!!”

- cut to them in the nurses office. This is a weekly occurrence.

- emu also thinks it’s good practice to use tsukasa as moving target practice but this is less dangerous and more just continuing tsukasa’s never ending torment (he is a willing participant in said torment mind you)

- like in canon emu pulls nene out of her shell and hypes her up constantly which is huge in getting nene to have more confidence in herself and her abilities. It’s also incredibly helpful to have a meister who will never judge her for freezing and will always meet her halfway.

- also like in canon nene is very helpful with reeling emu in. She’s a very helpful voice of reason/impulse control but one that understands that even if emu’s ideas are unconventional they still have merit (even if they need to be refined a little)

- similar to the soul eater main cast having the self preservation skills of very small stupid suicidal animals hell bent on getting themselves injured or killed (Liz excluded), emu and Tsukasa are very prone to charging in to a situation w/out thinking. Tsukasa is more reasonable but unfortunately his weapon parter is not and rui usually cajoles tsukasa into doing stupid shit. Nene is suffering.

- maybe someday I’ll design rui & nene if I ever go back and refine these designs but I’m really lazy.

- not really sure how I would go around incorporating the wxs arcs into the soul eater universe with regards to PXL selling out and stuff. Making peace with the witches maybe? Something will probably come to me eventually.

- unlike atsushi ohkubo I’m not a terminally horny freak so there’s zero weird shit in this au.

- initial thoughts on the other units: minori(w)/haruka(weapon that chooses to be a meister) + airi(m)/shizuku(w), kohane(m)/an(w) + toya(weapon who was trained as a meister before deciding to be a weapon)/akito(m), mafuyu(m)/kanade(weapon… don’t make her exercise) + mizuki(w)/ena(m), leoneed swaps pairs frequently but shiho & izuka are meisters + saki and honami are weapons. Open to debate for most of these I haven’t given them much thought.

#asks #soul eater #project sekai #queueing this to not post at 4 am. #I’ll post the pics on their own on the art blog eventually. probably.

[sunstone-smiles]

I have been struck with a great idea! What if Iono has a donation event on her livestream, when the donations reach a certain goal, she will get Larry to smile. Iono, of course, does not tell Larry how she will get him to smile. She succeeds and needless to say, he does feel a little less stressed by the end :)

Anon, you absolute genius! Lol! I had so much fun writing for Iono and her ecstatic personality in contrast with Larry, so I hope you enjoy the fic!

Smile, Larry! You're On Stream!

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

Characters: Iono and Larry

Word count: 1,540

Summary: Iono and Larry host a donation livestream with fun incentive goals, including one that has a secondary goal to get Larry smiling. Enjoy!

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“‘Ello, ‘ello, hola! Ciao and Bonjour!” Iono takes up the whole screen in front of the camera, waving her arms with her long yellow sleeves to all the viewers just tuning in. “Welcome to the Iono Zone!”

She plops back into her pink gaming chair, revealing not only the neon star lights behind her on the colorful set, but also fellow gym leader Larry sitting beside her in a black gaming chair of his own, attired in the white dress shirt and sky-colored tie he usually has on under his suit.

“Today we have a special guest!” Iono gestures to Larry with both of her arms, “Iiiiit’s the leader of the Medali Gym, Larryyyyyyy!” 

“Hello, everyone,” Larry responds in a monotonic voice, unfazed by Iono’s energetic enthusiasm. His eyes momentarily peek at the camera before quickly glancing away.

“We have somethin’ extra special planned for this stream!” Iono smiles with her little shark teeth. “As you probably know, the Treasure Eatery is holdin’ an event of sorts soon and they need donations to make it grand! Hence why we’re both here to help earn some sweet, sweet Pokédollars for a good cause!” Iono smirks into her sleeve and whispers to herself, “It doesn’t hurt to get those subscriber numbers up either!” She raises her voice. “Anywho! Larry and I have incentives for each donation goal we hit, which you can see on the screen, so make sure to donate! Right Larry?”

“Agreed,” the man says with a rigid posture and a small, stiff nod.

“Wowzah! We hit our next goal!” Iono exclaims.

“Then, let’s officially start the stream!” Iono cheers and begins her intro. “Your eyeballs are MINE—caught in my Electroweb! Whosawhatsit? Iono!” She motions towards her fellow gym leader again. “Aaaand Larry! Let’s go!”

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In the middle of guessing pokemon names just by a picture of their silhouettes, Iono and Larry hear the donation alert go off with a celebratory ring, followed by the audio of a joyous pikachu cry. The streamer looks back at her screen to view the numbers. 

“That was quite fast.”

“Well, the viewers really want to see the next incentive! Which is…da da da!” Iono checks her computer monitor on the side to remind herself of what’s next on the list. She giggles. “Oooh! I’m super excited for this one! Iiiit’s ‘Getting Larry to Smile!’”

“What?” Larry tilts his head to the side, more confused if anything. “Why would people want to see me smile?”

“Because you always got on that same brooding expression. We need to brighten your face up like a lightbulb!” She turns to the camera. “Isn’t that right, loyal viewers?”

Iono’s stream chat flies with excitement. It seems they want to see this as much as she does.

“Nyhohoho! That’s what I thought! So how should we go about makin’ him smile?” Iono ends her sentence with a grin towards Larry. The normal type gym leader simply sits back with tense shoulders and follows along with whatever the girl has planned.

One comment in the chat goes by saying: “Jokes!”

“Oooo, I like your thinking, Electro King!” Iono responds to the chat.

Another says: “Funny videos!”

“Yeah! Solid answers! But I’m thinkin’ of something a liiiittle different. You all want to see what I’m thinking?” Iono’s shark toothed grin grows even wider. The chat floods with yeses and “Show us!”

Larry cuts in, “Hm? What else could make someone smile other than jokes or funny videos?”

“Oh, you’ll see my dear Larry! In fact, I’ll make it a surprise! Close your eyes!”

“What?”

“C’mon! Close ‘em! You don’t want to keep all the fans waiting!”

“Alright then.” Larry does as she asks and closes his eyes.

“Coolio! So on the count of three we’re all going to surprise Larry! Ready everyone?” she says to the audience, then twists her chair to the side to face her fellow gym leader. 

“One…Two…” Iono’s smile beams. She lifts her hands up and wiggles her fingers in the air so they're visible to the camera, snickering as she does so. “Three!” she launches her hands towards his sides.

“Ack!” Larry jumps in his chair and shoots his eyes open. “Iono! What are you—” After the initial shock wears off, Larry shuts his mouth closed as a wobbly smile suddenly forms on his face. Small, huffy, but still audible giggles start to slip out of him.

“I’m tickling you silly!” Iono exclaims as her fingers wiggle into his sides through the fabric of his dress shirt. Larry wraps his arms around his middle and turns his head into his shoulder to try and hide his silly expression from view, but Iono catches a glimpse of it. “And look at that! You’re smiling! It’s a wobbly one, but you’re smiling!”

Larry buries his head deeper into his shoulder, his twitching smile only growing. “Ionohoho!”

“Buuut, I bet that smile can be even bigger!” the streamer exclaims while Larry tries to slightly twist from side to side in his chair. “Let’s play a game! It’s called ‘Find the Tickle Spot!’ Everyone watching at home can play along too!”

“Nohoho! Dohohon’t!” Larry’s giggles slowly become more audible the higher the girl climbs her hand up his sides.

“Let’s see…” Iono lightheartedly ignores his request. “How about the stomach?” The streamer moves one of her hands to his belly and Larry lets out a squeak of giggles, leaning forward in his chair to curl up his middle.

“Not bad, not bad. Now how about the armpits?” Iono shoots her hands to his underarms and Larry yelps through his giggles, clamping his arms down and rolling back in his chair a little when he kicks his legs out in reflex.

“Ooo, we’re getting close! But where else should we try?” Iono teases. She glances over at the chat, seeing a comment that says: “Try his ribs!”

“His ribs? You got it!”

“Wait! Not the—AH!” Larry bursts into deep laughter when Iono dives her hands into the bones of his ribs. The joyful sounds that were being held back now spilled through the broken barrier of his smile for everyone to hear. He falls back in his seat while squeezing his arms to his sides, squirming around in his chair and swinging his legs at the air above the ground. 

“Ha ha! We got ‘im!” Iono then scribbles around his torso at the other places she tried before, now getting larger reactions. “And it looks like that activated these other spots too!”

“Ionohohohoho!” Larry curls himself up in an attempt to avoid the girl’s hands that were like magnets to his metallic ticklish spots. Wherever he wiggled, Iono would still find a place to get him to giggle.

“You know, for someone who also hangs out with flying types, you would think that he would adapt to his ticklishness! Imagine being around all those feathers!” Iono entertains her audience with commentary while Larry continues giggling from under her fingers.

“Thehehey dohohon’t try to tihihickle mehehe ohohon puhuhuhurpose!” Larry exclaims.

“Ah, true true. Unlike me. An electric type trainer! Bzzzt!” Iono vibrates her clawed fingers into his ribs like they were thunderbolts producing tickly shocks. Larry’s laughter immediately rises in pitch and he tosses his head back into his chair.

Iono giggles at his reaction. “Zap! It’s super effective!”

“Ionohohohoho!” Larry nearly leans halfway off his seat to escape the girl's playful tickles, “I cahahan’t tahahake anymohohore! Plehehease!”

The electric gym leader chuckles. “Okay, okay. You got it friendo!” She removes her hands away and the man slumps forward. He wraps his arms around his rising and falling chest while leftover giggles still trickle out of him, before he drops back in his chair to relax.

“Sooo, how do you feel?” Iono asks with an excited lean.

Larry takes a moment to regain his breath. “Tingly…”

“No no no, not that silly! How do you feel?”

Larry glances at the girl. “Huh?”

“Well, I saw that you were a little stiff and tense being on your first stream and all, so I thought to loosen you up!” Iono explains with a grin. “So, do you feel less stressed? We need to know if the Iono secret remedy works!”

Larry blinks at the girl. He slowly sits himself up in his chair and removes his hands from his middle. His back and shoulders are less tense and his breathing becomes still. He takes a moment to examine the rest of the muscles in his body, feeling that they’re no longer ridgid. He  glances at the other gym leader, dumbfounded at how well it did the trick. “I suppose I do feel less stressed.”

“Then the donation goal, ‘Get Larry to Smile’ is complete!” Iono throws her hands up in the air. Larry huffs out a small laugh, his way of showing amusement and thanks for his fellow gym leader.

“Alright then! Are you ready to have some more stress-free fun?” Iono asks with energetic glee.

The man lifts up his head. A faint, but cheerful smile still lingers on his face. “Ready,” he nods.

Iono grins back. Her electrifying energy surges through the room, reaching to those watching from afar, and to those right beside her. “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

#A request from Sunstone! #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon iono #pokemon larry #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

[silviakundera]

Lighter and Princess ep 3

Ah, this is where reality finally gives us a wave and departs completely. Young ML the super genius master-hacker freshman that builds an extra special genius virus in like 30 minutes while the FL watches, interfering with school property, and the entire IT department and then his professor marvel at his brilliance, not at all threatened or irritated or threatening disciplinary action. And we were doing so well.

Gotta say, I think FL isn't entirely wrong when labelling ML a poser. He's authentically not socialable and contrary, but he's trying it on a bit too hard like kids do PLUS he obviously isn't as disinterested in her as he's trying to front. She's a very pretty girl and he could simply ignore her. But he takes multiple actions to get her notice, after that 1st fateful cafetaria mistake.

Gao's fixation on ML seems suspicious and creepy but tbh that might be just my bias since I know in the future/present he's sketchy.

Episode 4

yeaaaaah he's so into her. Oh you're way too cool and counter culture to be interested in pretty girls. Everyone believes you.

I love how fried his hair looks. That's really the look of a university kid who just bleached his hair in the bathroom. And the long sleeves striped shirt under the black tshirt 👌. Kudos to the stylist.

Zhu Yun the FL and these over achiever students starting to get on my nerves now. I'm not even distracted by FL's luminous beauty because I'm buying into her student persona too well and it's not my type.

ML flipping the script and pretending (?) to hit on her at the school assembly whatever was pretty ballsy of him. Sometimes he tries so hard to be 'different' that he's actually not much more original than these other kids (just mimicking a different role) and it's endearing but a lil dorky to my 40-something self. But other times he's actually got the spirit and I'm feeling his sullen & mischevious magnetism. The type of kid I would have hung out with at that age.

lolololol pretending so hard not to care but if she had gone for it you know he would have dated her.

The invest in the band girl scene from the flashbacks! Kinda exciting to fit a piece together. Don't really know what their connection is, maybe I missed it. but nice to see him relaxed and smiling without putting on an act for once. idk maybe there really isn't a backstory. I tended to know a lot of the other counterculture people in my district, at least enough to say hi to. why not?

Episode 5

I'm so done with the past RETURN ME TO HOT GRADUATE FL 😭😭😭😭😭

I did like the lil scene with Future Villain Gao and FL where she really rejects Gao's reasoning of quitting to save face and not get humiliated. Being like, nah that's fine if we're the only 2 people and no one else wants to join us. See, that's actually dgaf i do what i want energy and you can see why she is ML's type. Oddly reminiscent of the Thousand Autumns otp - demonic sect leader realizes that the uber good, incorruptible cultivator is actually just as unbending and iconoclastic as he is... It's just that they are standing for different things.

dear asian drama writers, we truly madly deeply do NOT require female extras to dramatically fawn over a male character to indicate they are desirable. Just write them that way!! This shit is too ridiculous and knocks me out of the story.

tbh Gao may be Potentially Evil but ML Li Xun is insufferable when he starts pontificating about what a special programmer snowflake he is.

lmao I wonder if any instinctive part of him feels uneasy that he's the one in the crowd. She's comparatively going against the grain.

but kids, you obviously like each other. making all these excuses to hang out all night together smh. Just give it up and kiss.

THE PIG KEY MOMENTO from the future. another piece slots in!

I see, so mom makes every decision for FL. That's why she's so stubbornly rebellious against ML's percieved takeover of their class. She's instinctively rebelling against his leadership. She's reacting against him acting as the authority on comp sci and dicating the 'right' way to learn and be a programmer -- become she can't rebel against her mother.

#cdrama #lighter and princess #lp spoilers

[thebluestbluewords]

Polyshipweek 2023 Day 1: Road Trip

Rotten ot4, ~1800 words of pure silliness. No warnings for this section.

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"I've solved our summer problem," Evie announces breathlessly, hair bouncing over her shoulders in perfectly curled ringlets as she jogs up to their usual outdoor lunch table. She’s wearing a pastel blue tennis skirt, an unexpected blessing for Mal’s wicked eyes, borne from the spring heat wave the rest of them are suffering through in their usual leather. The news outlets are saying that it’s the hottest spring Auradon has had in years, but the actual heat only hit two days ago, and Evie’s been too busy with school and her secret project to make the rest of them anything lighter than their usual. Mal’s been sweating through her jeans, but she cut the sleeves off her jacket yesterday, so that’s been helping.  "I got us housing, and it's in our names, and we're going to have the best summer ever." 

Evie beams at them all, still pink-cheeked and breathless from running across the lawn. 

"Evie.” Mal says flatly. 

Evie beams at her directly, flipping her curls over her shoulder as she turns, a bit more dramatically than a turn of ten degrees warrants. "Yes, babe?” 

Mal wants to lick the glorious expanse of leg that Evie’s skirt shows off, but they’ve got more pressing concerns than that right now. "What did you do?" 

Evie’s practically bouncing in place. Oh gods. Whatever she’s done is either going to be the best thing in the world, and they’ll all have to tell her that she’s right and they were wrong to spend the whole week moping about the heat instead of helping and she truly is a genius, or else they’re about to have a really, really bad time. 

"I bought us a camper,” Evie exclaims, and oh, she’s still bursting with joy about the whole thing. “It's only twenty-five feet long, and it's got an absolutely terrible truck that came with it, but it’s big enough for four people to sit together in the front as long as one of them is small, and two of us have tiny little legs, so we don't have to split anyone out to drive if we don’t want to, and I got it on sale from a friend of a friend so it was super cheap, and it's going to be the greatest thing ever!” 

"Great. You bought us....a tiny house." 

"A tiny mobile house," Evie corrects, still beaming.  "And it's going to be either the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to us and I haven't decided which yet. But it's probably the best."

Mal gestures at the boys, who are just as sweaty and disgusting as she is right now. "You want all of us contained in a twenty foot box for the entire summer?" 

"Ye-es," Evie says slowly, with a somewhat pained expression, like she's only just thinking through the size constraints she's put on them. And how those constraints might play out with three people who are currently sweating through their clothes.  "But it'll be fine. It has storage space for at least six of those big plastic storage bins, and if we keep all of your clothes here at school, babe,  and each of the boys only wears two outfits, I can condense my stuff down to the other five." 

“Can I bring my laptop?” Carlos asks. His head is still on the table. Despite wearing exclusively shorts for the first fifteen years of his life, or possibly because of it, he’s been handling the heat the worst out of the four of them. “If I can fit my laptop and like, enough dog treats to bribe whatever animals we find on the way, I’m in.” 

Evie tilts her head to the side, which sends her hair tumbling off her neck again. Mal could bite the smooth, warm expanse of it. She could leave so many delicious red marks, so that everyone knows that Evie is hers, and she has the most brilliant girlfriend in the world, who does brilliant things like acquire them a place to stay for the summer that’s not on campus. 

The fact that Evie didn’t think about space is a minor concern. Mal’s small. She can compress her stuff to be small too. 

“You can bring all the computer pieces you want,” Evie declares, apparently deciding that this is not the battle she wants to fight right now. “So long as they can fit into a three-by-two storage bin, okay?” 

“Okay,” Carlos agrees, apparently too worn out to argue. “Sure. I’m in.” 

Jay raises a hand, which is hysterical and also makes something uncomfortable twist up in Mal’s chest. This time last year they were throwing bricks at the pirate kids, and now they’re the sort of people who apparently own a camper, and go to a prep school, and can afford to raise their hand instead of just screaming at each other to be heard.  “Who’s going to drive?” 

Evie leans forward over the table, which conveniently puts her chest at eye level for those sitting down. It’s definitely intentional, because this is what Evie and Jay do for fun when they’re together. Neither of them is strictly into each other, due to the whole being gay thing, but they’ve got an exception for each other. Or possibly they just like confusing the Auradon kids, but Mal can get behind it either way. 

“Weeee-ll,” Evie says slowly, drawing out the word like it’s a piece of gum she’s stretching out. She’s leaning all the way down now, and the tiny gold necklace she’s wearing is hanging loose over the table, swinging in a way that’s almost more mesmerizing than her tits. “I heard there’s this really cool guy who got an actual legal driver’s license recently, and I was hoping maybe if I asked really nicely, he’d be willing to drive for me.” 

Jay hooks a finger in the necklace. “Nicely, huh?” 

“Aren’t I being nice?” Evie asks sweetly, batting her eyes and doing something complicated and graceful with her legs that looks uncomfortable from Mal’s angle, but ends up with her sitting on the table, still leaned up close to Jay. “I could offer you something in exchange, maybe?” 

“What would that be, princess?” Jay asks, and oh, with the way he’s keeping his voice low and rough, there’s got to be some Auradon kids watching the show. 

“Maybe….a kiss?” Evie offers, still syrupy-sweet and over the top flirty. “Or I guess I could give you access to the credit card I got from this prince who wants us safely out of his way for the summer, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in something like that?” 

Jay pulls back. “Who gave you a credit card?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Evie says brightly. “Unfortunately that is a trade secret, and even more unfortunately, it’s connected to my bank account, so it’s not actually as useful as I implied. You can still drive the car though, and because my mother’s accounts didn’t actually go into kingdom funds when she got sent to the Isle, I do have a bit of inheritance that I’ve taken out of my investments for this.” 

Jay blinks. “You have investments?” 

“Yes,” Evie says, leaning back as well. It’s a tragic loss, because the new position puts her above the rest of them, and Mal can’t stare at her without being blinded by the sun. “I’ve had them since we set up the accounting for my business, which was well before winter formal season. So it’s been a white now and they’re doing quite well, thanks for asking.” 

“Doug drove you to the bank to get a card set up?” 

Evie pouts. “It’s not very fun when you put it that way, babe.” 

Jay grins up at her, eyes bright and mouth quirked into the uneven smile he does when he’s trying to look charming. “Oh, I’m sorry princess, let me just–” he pulls her in close again, hooking one hand around the back of her waist, and the other tangled in the chain of her necklace. “I would be honored,” he whispers into the skin of her neck. “To drive you wherever you need to go.” 

“Through treacherous terrain and up mountains fair?” Evie says softly. “From golden beach to shining sea?” 

“I’ve always wanted to see a mountain,” Jay agrees, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment before pulling back and adding, much more normally. “And beaches would be cool. I assume we’re taking the royal family of Arendelle up on their generous offer to let you magical types come up for their summer training camp?” 

“Indeed,” Evie nods, “It would be awfully rude to reject an offer from the royal family, after all, and when I asked around, everyone said that summer road trips are an Auradon tradition and it would only be right for us to go on one before we have to get serious about school next semester.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Mal groans. 

“SATs, college visits,” Carlos chants. “Finals, calculators, GPA.” 

Fucker. He’s not even graduating next year, a fun little quirk of the Auradon grade system  being tied to age instead of academic ability.

 “I can and will crush you into the dirt.” Mal says casually. She’s got to be casual about her threats now, because if she says anything that sounds truly threatening in front of Audrey and her squad of princesses who care more about their royal status than their actual friendships, she’ll be slapped with consequences for ‘breaking the school code of conduct’ and ‘threatening a fellow student’ faster than you can say bibity bobbity boo. “Try it again and I’ll punch you so hard you’ll wish you were more than just one grade behind me.”

Unfortunately, Carlos treats threats as a sort of love language. 

“Aww, is the wicked fairy scared of some little tests?” he croons, eyes sparking even though he’s still flopped out across the table. “Don’t wanna take one exam that’s gonna determine your entire future for the next five years?” 

Even Evie shudders at that one. 

“Don’t,” she says firmly. “I’m going to send you reminders of this every day next year, when it’s your turn. And you’re going to deserve it.” 

Carlos sits up at that. “You wouldn’t.” 

Evie spins around to face him. “I would, baby. You don’t get to say anything until you’re the one in that exam room, and I don’t care if you never get nervous about tests, because I have never been nervous for a test before this year, and I’ve been waking up with stress dreams for the past three weeks, and not just because I spend half of my life’s savings so far on a truly terrible camper for us to use on the most ill-advised road trip this school has ever seen.” 

“I think the road trip is great idea.” Mal interrupts. “The queen of Arendelle was super nice to offer us a place in her summer magic training camp, and like, what else are we doing for the rest of the summer?” 

“Picking a god and praying,” Evie says grimly. “That this camper won’t fall apart under us halfway to the mountains.”

#my fic #descendants #polyshipweek 2023 #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #rotten ot4 #my beloveds it feels so good to try and get back into the groove of writing for them #this is unedited as of right now and I'm sure I'll see all the typos as soon as I hit post lmao #but!!! I made it in time for day one!! #polyshipweek23 #is the correct tag lmao

[writingwitharlo]

In Front of Them

a/n: finally finished!! i'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, even if it ended up a looot longer; also just tagging @ticklishraspberries @veryblushyswitch @nhasablogg @happyandticklish and @ticklepinions who i think might enjoy

Summary: Sequel to the Not In Front of Them drabble, the gang find out about Nick's ticklish secret...

(Heartstopper; Charlie/Nick, Tara/Darcy, Elle/Tao, Isaac)

2909 words

"Is he still sleeping?"

Hushed voices and dim morning light. The heaviness of sleep still lingered in the air of the spacious living room of the Nelson residence. The grey autumn sky painted the walls in a faint blue hue.

"I mean, it's barely eight," Charlie answered in a hushed voice, checking the time on his phone.

"Yeah, Darce, not everyone wakes up at the crack of dawn like they have coffee pumping through their veins."

Darcy gasped dramatically and pummeled her girlfriend with her stuffed elephant. Charlie had to bury his mouth in the crook of his arm to keep from laughing out loud.

It was nice having the two girls as part of their friend group now. It almost felt like they had been around all along. Plus, Elle finally had someone to discuss all of the topics with that the boys had just been hopeless at the last couple years.

Pillows and blankets and duvets lay, generously scattered, across the floor. Charlie couldn't remember at what point the movie night transitioned to the sleep-over part of the stay.

He initially woke to whimsical music playing over seemingly eternal end credits. Groggy and blearily he hunted down the remote, swallowed by the covers. Once the room fell silent and dark, Charlie shoved the remote behind some pillow and cuddled up to the warm body beside him. Nick briefly stirred awake from being kneed in the thigh. A couple of hushed words were exchanged before the dark enveloped not only their bodies but their minds, once more. A few hours later, the sound of a whispered conversation and giggling drang through to Charlie; although, for all he knew, it might as well had been minutes by how foggy his brain felt. The three girls sat huddled in a circle, each bundled up under their blankets and phones in their hands. Knowing that going back to sleep wasn't going to happen, Charlie sat up, gently smiling back at the girls as they took notice of him. His eyes briefly fell on Nick, making his stomach flutter at the mere sight of him; untidy hair, crumpled tshirt, expression of blissful oblivion. Charlie felt the overwhelming urge to just grab his face and kiss him until they were both breathless, but instead he let the older boy sleep some more; there would be plenty of time for kissing later. He picked up Nick's discarded jumper and pulled it over his own long-sleeve shirt, his scent wrapping around him like one of Nick's hugs, before flipping over onto his stomach and settling down at the foot end of the couch to join the girls. Elle offered to make them all tea and forced Tao awake to keep her company while Isaac volunteered to tag along to help them carry the cups back in a bit. The faintest clatter of ceramic and muffled voices billowed in from the kitchen a few moments later.

"I think that should be a thing though," Darcy spoke, leaning against the base of the couch and hugging her elephant to her chest. "Caffeine infusions. They would change the world."

"Isn't that what coffee already does, though?" Charlie pointed out with a chuckle.

Tara shook her head. "You're not really going to use reason to argue with her, are you?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows as he thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. My bad."

"Hey!"

"Shh."

"Hey."

Charlie heard the faintest rustle of the duvet beside him as Nick stirred some.

"Did I wake him?" Darcy whispered, placing a hand over her mouth.

Charlie shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He can be a pretty heavy sleeper."

"You sure? What if he's just faking to listen in to our super secret conversation."

"About your genius medical invention?"

Charlie looked at the blonde for a second with a knowing smile. He really shouldn't. Nick had specifically asked him not to, and he should respect that. And would it not be more fun to keep the secret just for a bit longer? But it was true, they would find out sooner or later. And if it was up to Charlie, he definitely preferred sooner.

Slowly, he moved his hand to the socked foot poking out from under the covers. His fingertips grazed against its sole lightly. Anticipating a kick or something worse, he ducked his head, but the only reaction he got was a tiny twitch of the toes.

"Hm," Charlie hummed, retracting his hand again. "He's definitely asleep."

Darcy looked up at him, her mouth ajar. "Charlie Spring, have you been withholding valuable information from us?"

"Oh, no," Tara chuckled.

Charlie bit his lip, looking back and forth between the two girls, then shrugged a little. "Perhaps. He made me promise not to tell any of you. At least not yet. I think he just doesn't want everyone finding out all at once."

Tara snorted. "It's like his coming out all over again."

Darcy was practically bouncing with excitement and Charlie wondered if he should have waited a while longer. "So, how bad is he, then?"

Charlie's face broke out into a grin. "Oh, really bad. You know, I'm quite bad, but he-..." He shook his head, not able to think of the right words. "And sometimes he gets really embarrassed about how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. It's really cute."

"You know you're gonna have to give us a demonstration now, don't you?" Darcy demanded, getting to her knees.

Charlie glanced over his shoulder at the lump beside him. Hearing his giggles sounded like just the thing right about now. "Fine, but you didn't hear anything from me."

Darcy made a motion of locking up her lips and throwing away the key as Charlie pushed himself up.

He turned around, leaned over and placed his hands by either side of Nick's head, hovering over his sleeping form. A trail of gentle, warm kisses started at the temple, passed over the jaw and ended by the soft, sensitive skin below the ear.

A sleepy whine broke through the air.

"It's time to wake up, sleepy head," Charlie mumbled in a low voice.

Already the first lazy giggle broke free. Warm breath, the vibrations of his voice plus soft lips brushing against his skin; Nick's shoulders scrunched up practically on their own accord. "Mh-mh."

Charlie smiled. This was going to be a lot cuter than he had expected. Perhaps he was not going to regret letting his secret slip after all. "No? But how am I supposed to kiss you when you're still sleeping?"

There was a beat of silence as Nick's barely conscious mind tried to work out a solution. His head turned towards Charlie with pursed lips, ready to intercept any incoming kisses.

Charlie snorted and leaned down for a quick peck. "There. Propper kisses are for conscious boys only."

Nick pouted and made the softest whining sound Charlie had ever heard. Charlie leaned down again, seeing Nick's pout fade as the older boy could feel him move closer. But instead of pressing their lips together again, Charlie brushed his fingers against Nick's neck.

With a flail of an arm, which followed a surprised snort, Charlie was knocked over. His fingers were quick to return to their target though and after just a few seconds of squirming and whiny protests, Charlie ended up with Nick's head in his lap.

Still sleepy and uncoordinated, Nick pushed at Charlie's hands, especially whenever they kept creeping down towards his collarbones. Not that they were any more sensitive than the rest of his neck, but it was all his groggy mind could think of to do.

Finally showing mercy, Charlie halted his assault and took ahold of Nick's wrists so he knew he didn't have to fight him anymore, and simply held on.

Nick's eyes fluttered open to a cheery, upside down grin. "Hi," Charlie greeted.

"You're awful." Nick's voice was a little gravelly but held no actual detest.

"Really? Because it seemed like you were enjoying yourself a second ago."

A sheepish blush. "Shut up."

Another grin. "You're cute."

"You're lucky I like you."

Charlie bit his lip to hide his smirk, nodding slowly. "Yeah, about that. Remember what you said to me last night? About not wanting anyone to find out just yet?"

Nick blinked, flying through the events of the previous evening as he tried to place this specific conversation. Before he could reach the answer himself, however, somebody was already climbing onto the couch.

"Well, looks like someone found out, Nelson." Darcy practically threw herself onto the rugby player as his eyes widened with sudden realisation.

"Just remember that you love me," Charlie called out over Nick's giddy pleading, tugging his arms up out of the way as much as he could.

Darcy immediately latched onto Nick's waist, claws of agile musician fingers squeezing away at his lower ribs. It was an intuitive move. She hadn't had any guarantee that it would get any reaction at all, but as someone who took immense joy in tickling others just for the sake of being annoying, Darcy had developed sharp instincts to get practically any desired reaction from her victims.

Nick's head thumped against Charlie's thigh. His hair flopped out of his face from the force of the movement, giving Charlie full access to the scrunched-up-nose-and-dimples-show.

Nick's brain hardly had any time to process his predicament. As much as he was trying to bring his arms down to shield himself, Darcy's fingers kept working away, completely unhindered. His body felt hot and he was sure he was sweating just from the amount he was blushing.

"What's all this then?" Tao asked as the trio returned from the kitchen with several cups of tea.

Tara snickered from her spot beside the couch where she had been sneakily snapping a bunch of pictures with her phone. "Turns out Nick has been keeping secrets."

"Well, that's silly of him," Tao replied with a scoff. He settled down beside the armchair, which was now occupied by Isaac and his book, worried he might receive a kick to the head if he got too close to the couch.

Nick let out a surprised yelp, which was quickly overrun with the previous sound of bubbly laughter. One of Darcy's hands had experimentally pinched at his hip. The sensation made the older boy kick out his leg as he slid lower in Charlie's lap. All it achieved, however, was revealing a significant part of his stomach as his t-shirt bunched up against his back.

"Oh, my god," Nick gasped suddenly, his eyes snapping open wide for a brief moment. A set of manicured nails spidered across the newly exposed skin. Even as he tried sucking his stomach in, sparkly tingles continued to radiate from his very core.

Elle grinned warmly. She felt a new sense of fondness towards the crumbling boy as she dragged her fingers across the quivering muscles.

Oh, how badly Nick wanted to curl up into a ball right now. "Shit- Come on!"

Charlie giggled, watching his boyfriend dissolve more and more with every passing moment. It was hard not to get infected by the giddy excitement radiating from him. Charlie's fingers were now itching to get their own fix.

"I have no idea why you would ever want to keep this a secret from us. Even lesbians could fall for you, seeing you like this."

Too distracted by Darcy's teasing words, Nick didn't even register his own arm coming down and pushing at her advancing hand, which was dangerously close to continuing its treament from below his shirt.

With a boisterous cry, Nick drew everyone's eyes onto him. Nimble fingers had dug into his somewhat unprotected armpit. Immediately his free hand darted upwards, clutching the intruder's wrist.

Charlie grinned at his boyfriend's reaction. He wasn't strong enough to keep Nick's other arm in place, not when going for one of his worst spots, so he let that one go too. It instantly snapped down against his side, successfully trapping Charlie's fingers in place.

Nick's laughter turned from rambunctious to frantic in a matter of seconds. Charlie could feel the heat radiating off the blushing boy, fingers gently wiggling away in the warm hollow. His head tilted to the side thoughtfully and, after a moments consideration, he brought his other hand over to light graze at his neck one more.

That was it. Nick was lost to another wave of lightning sparks shooting through his body. After a splutter and a snort, the room fell silent, his face frozen in a bright, glowing grin. It was agony but he relished every excruciatingly long second of it.

Charlie laughed, watching Nick closely to make sure he caught the moment he started to panic or feel breathless or was no longer enjoying himself. Nick's grip on his wrist became tighter but it never felt like he was trying to push his hand away. "Okay, let's go easy for a sec," Charlie told the other two, unable to repress the chuckle that stumbled out along with the words.

Darcy lightened her touch significantly, lightly swirling her fingers in circular motions up and down his bare sides. Elle backed away at first but only to refocus her devilish nails around Nick's knee. His leg twitched and jerked at the new sensation but it seemed a lot more bearable than his stomach.

Meanwhile, Charlie fully stilled his armpit attack, knowing his fingers already tickled plenty without having to move an inch. The grazing of the neck, however, never slowed.

"You've been suspiciously quiet, Nelson," Darcy spoke first, a teasing smirk gracing her face.

"Gun- Harp, the bom frag... Toren." A jumble of obtuse word fragments came spluttering out of the giggling boy.

Charlie snorted. "I think we've broken him." His voice was dripping with affection.

"Nick Nelson lost for words. That's a first, I think."

"Okay, ten more seconds and we'll stop, ready?" Charlie asked Nick, grinning when the other nodded eagerly. "Alright, Ten..."

Nick's laughter picked up in volume as his nerves were kicked back into overdrive once more.

"Nine..."

His back arched. Dexterous thumbs dug into his hips, massaging circles deep into the muscle tissue.

"Eight..."

Nick shook his head and drummed his heels against the couch. Elle had settled down between his legs and was fanning her nails against his knees, first the one side, then the other, over and over again. She smiled at his reaction but didn't let it deter her.

"Seven..."

Goosebumps shot up Nick's arms. Gasping breaths interrupted the continuous stream of cackles. Charlie had let his hand slide down from his neck, beneath the collar of his shirt and now skittered his fingers across the lightly freckled chest.

"Six..."

"Waitwaitwait."

"For what?"

"I don't- Fuck!"

"Five..."

Nick tried rolling over onto his side for some protection. He quickly realised that there wasn't really anywhere for him to go with three people hovering over him.

"Four..."

"Stop trying to grab my hand, Nelson. You know what you signed- You're kidding, right? Ticklish palms?"

"Three..."

Charlie grinned as Darcy abandon her attack on the rugby player's torso and pried his fist open instead. Flustered pleading picked up very quickly once again.

"Two..."

Nick's head rolled back further in Charlie's lap. Hearty cackles filled the air around them. He never knew the backs of his knees were ticklish. Best to blame it on Elle's deviously pointy nails.

"One..."

The room broke out in excited cheers and clapping the moment the attack ceased.

Nick wrapped his arms around himself, giggles still pouring out gradually as he curled up on his side.

Elle and Darcy high-fived and returned to their previous spots beside the couch, proud of their respective contributions.

It took Nick a while to regain the ability to form words, let alone coherent sentences. "Fuck... You're terrible. All of you."

Charlie snorted, gently playing with the ginger hair. "Well, you did agree to the last- Hey!" A pillow hit him square in the face.

"You're the most terrible."

"Me? Why me?" Charlie picked up the pillow to pummel his boyfriend with, unable to fight the playfulness.

"Because you're an instigator, Charles."

"No, you just make it so easy to tease you, Nicholas."

Elle spoke up from behind her cup of tea. "Your secret would not have lasted much longer anyway."

"Yeah," Tao added nonchalantly. "Next time you might want to reevaluate before you start spilling all your deepest darkest secrets."

Another blush and some under-the-breath grumbles were interrupted by Nellie, the dog, suddenly bolting into the room. She pounced between the scattered pillows before jumping up onto the couch where she attacked Nick will eager licks to the face.

Nick's mum just returned from their morning walk and came to see if anyone would like some breakfast. Nellie, of course, raced to the kitchen at the first mention of the word.

"You're so dead, Spring," Nick whispered as he sat up, unable to generate any sort of resentment in his voice. Instead he kissed the younger boy briefly before disappearing to the kitchen to help his mother.

Charlie clutched one of the pillows tightly to his chest, using it to hide his stupid giddy grin. Four little words and he was ahead weak at the knees. Perhaps this was more than simply being in love with Nick Nelson. But he was ready to find out.

#it's 2.30 am #i'm not proofreading this #heartstopper #heartstopper fic #heartstopper tickle fic #heartstopper tickle #nick nelson ticklish #nick nelson is ticklish #ticklish!nick nelson #tickle fic #lee!nick #ler!charlie #tickling #fic #mine #heartstopper tickling #nick nelson #charlie spring #tara and darcy #tara x darcy #darcy x tara #nick x charlie #charlie x nick #tao x elle #elle x tao

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PART II of my super long aotd thoughts (and prayers) commentary/analysis extravanganza🤪

warning: spoilers. repetition of words/expressions hehe. badly written (english is not my first language lol). looong text. curse words. biased opinions because this is my blog and i get to do with it as i please.

previously: part I

Murderface slowly begins to be taken over: oooh boooy. now this arc, oof. i really like this arc. Murderface is a dick. a lot of times during the show i found myself losing my temper at him. but he adds a lot of fun to the band dynamic and it’s very sweet whenever we get to see more of him outside his shitty ego-driven behavior. a lot of my favorite episodes are those where we get glimpses of how much pain Murderface hides under his shitty personality. and this movie went ballistic on developing his character! big big fan. it was genuinely terrifying (for me at least lol) to see him deal with horrible visions by himself. he is scared but also doesn’t do much to fight it? and we never see him seek help, which adds salt to the wound. he is like that after all: he holds very little regard for his own safety and when things are serious he doesn’t trust anyone to help him. he puts on long sleeves and keeps going. Salacia was actually smart to get him and exploit his fears and weaknesses, but that’s exactly why i hate him with my whole being.

Establishing band roles and brewing conflict: Knubbler carried this entire section of the movie, case CLOSED. he is funny, sassy, he knows how to deal with the boys and the man knows about music. he is the best man for the job and i love him for that. also he planted the seed of the family trope and that’s gospel. moving on, i really like how the writing challenge was presented: the central subject being to deliver a message and reach out to those important to you. moving on, yeah yeah nickels band parents, nothing new. sister Toki is my favorite thing ever and Skwisgaar IS the older brother, argue with the wall. but MURDERFACE!!! the way he talks about his role on he band was heartbreaking. my man has no self-esteem and that’s tragic. it’s also a great parallel between him and Nathan, who also doesn’t seem to know his own place in the band (and in the world). they both need to work on themselves and THAT’S the movie, actually. Skwisgaar and previously Pickles are very focused and Toki keeps his colorful thinking and joyful manners and that really healed something in me. finally, the slow zoom on Murderface as he listens to the band talk shit about him made a hole in my heart. the following scene of him in his bedroom was genuinely chilling and it establishes how he was going to sabotage the song of salvation. great work.

Nathan vs the internet: ANOTHER AMAZING SCENE. dethklok vs tabloids/bad press is 1. a very fitting commentary of what fame and stars have to deal with and 2. something we know does get to them because it was established on the show before (Dethvanity). the fact that it comes back to haunt Nathan now at his lowest is just genius. it continues building up tension and it’s exquisite. the headline “Explosion in Flop Era” was not in my bingo cards but ugh it’s GREAT, and the “Brave Woman Refuses Proposal” was amazing to see, because it’s true! Abigail was very brave for standing her ground and we should say it. also, i liked it even more because women tend to be treated horribly in the media and considering Abigail is a character that even fans of the show cursed and trashed irl, i like that this movie went against that. i absolutely adore how Nathan called his parents for advice/support (and we get to see baby Nathan yipee! and they have a cat??? cute), his relationship with his parents is very important and i like that it was acknowledged even in such a short scene.

TRAINING MONTAGE YIPEE!!!: the Knubbler rage fit was so great. i laughed so much. he is such a drama queen and yeah go off babe!!! then the scene establishing the guitar tuner??? genius. it also hints that Toki lost practice and some of his abilities after dsr and that’s just great storywise, i love when events have consequences lol. the scene of Murderface discovering the army was sooo cool, and Skwisgaar following??? tbh i’m a sucker for every Skwisgaar moment in this franchise, he is amazing and he IS the moment. and the way he speaks to Murderface the morning after??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? sexiest man alive PERIOD. moving on, Pickles cheering Nathan as he climbs to the tree was so cute! it carries on with his desperation on being Nathan’s boy best friend™, and how concerned he looks when Nathan doesn’t make it to the top is perfect because it means that he thinks he is failing himself at being a good friend. moving on, Nathan struggling to write was so cool! the lines “i don’t know what salvation is” “hope isn’t a metal concept” “people don’t come to me for salvation” and “i sing about death” were so raw in my opinion, and so true! Nathan is a lyrical genius and in universe people live AND die for his gutsy, bloody, brutal lyrics. but he could also feel caged because of that same reason. if he wishes for something more, something not brutal like a family and being happy, he must feel like he isn’t allowed those things. they’re not for him. they’re not what he does. and he even shows doubt about what he is good at, as he is now lacking confidence due to Murderface’s previous doings. and when Knubbler asks if that’s what he feels is the song of salvation he just… gives up. he doesn’t think the song is going to save anyone, but he is too scared and sad to try anything else. it’s also painful how after Murderface says “i think this plan sucks” Nathan goes and scratches out the “band” from his list. yeah, he doesn’t communicate with them. he gives up and closes off.

if the world is ending, do drugs!: ok first of all, great sequence. seeing Nathan in different stages of his life was so so BEAUTIFUL. from birth to death, repeating over and over. NOW, THE WHALE. REAL QUEEN. so powerful so calm so cool so wise. i really like seeing Nathan communicate with her (if i’m getting wrong the pronouns please correct me hehe). he looks so sincere and honest, even when he’s telling her how scared he is. it’s refreshing to see him being vulnerable. and the words of the whale are deep, both reassuring and challenging. i really like how she says that basically Nathan writing the “wrong” song is what’s meant to happen, because the real challenge is what he will do afterwards. it’s self-explanatory tho, so i won’t say much. but yeah, i really like all this scene. especially because i share that headcannon of Nathan having visions of the ocean/the whale for all his life. it makes this encounter face to face much more significant.

world’s worst salvation concert: i am a sucker for the parallels between the scenes of the equipment getting ready and Knubbler religiously preparing for the song. FACEBONES IS BACK! GOOD SHIT! when Nathan, SECONDS before starting the song asks himself if this is wrong or not was AMAZING!!! i loved the vertigo of him being already there: no way out, no turn back, no second chances, no time to think. it’s even better when you remember just how distant he is from the rest of the band. nobody else knows how unsure he is (except for Murderface, for obvious reasons) and so he is standing there, in the middle of the stage, fearing that he won’t be able to save anyone. seeing him look fucking terrified as his cue to sing approaches is ugh, cinema. the sequence of people dying was very funny actually, because it felt so much like the early seasons of the show. horrible, absurd and extreme deaths is basically the first thing we see of dethklok back in season 1 so it’s nostalgic. very good sequence. now, when the song cuts off and we see Knubbler concerned i promise you i was holding my heart in my throat. the helicopters in the distance, flying on the bloody red sky is such an amazing visual i can’t stop thinking about it! the concern on Knubbler’s face when he says “how did they find us” is chilling because, if you think about it, Knubbler is actually kind of a normal person, and that’s saying a lot because everyone on this show is on some weird shit. yeah he jokes around and it’s playful and seems relaxed but he is actually very sensible. he is one of the few people working with dethklok who does his job well, takes it seriously and is not afraid to tell the boys when they’re being idiots. the man has recorded albums with dethklok AND survived! and we know just how messy the boys are, professionally speaking. so seeing him be visibly concerned and scared in this scene got me panicking. and when he screams to the boys to run UGH. i choked up. again, he’s worked with them a long time and has gotten to care for them, even when he runs out of patience. and the fact that he’s now also involved in this huge save-the-world plan it’s jarring! imagine if the 5 irresponsible menchildren you’ve been working with, who you’ve cared for and called out and had fun with so many times are suddenly the chosen ones and you have to save their asses once again, this time with the entire world at stake. that’s INSANE.

Chaos™: Toki’s immediate concern over Skwisgaar is just wow. my fucking heart :(((. the look of terror on everyone’s face is amazing and, dare i say, fear is one of the biggest character developments the band goes through together. they’ve seen sooo much fucked up shit in ther lives, individually AND as a group, countless deaths, bloody and gutsy and brutal, but they almost never showed horror before. THIS is what terrifies them. the idea that not only they’re about to die (i have a theory that the boys don’t really fear death, outside of Toki and Skwisgaar maybe), but also the idea that they ultimately failed and everything is just: going to end. they didn’t even finish the song, they weren’t able to reconnect with their fans, they weren’t able to say goodbye to anyone, and nobody’s coming to save them. i actually like the drama of this scene, it adds a lot of weight to the middle of the movie, but i also absolutely HATE IT because fuuuck. the klokateers!!! i should be desensitized by now because we’ve seen klokateers be killed horribly during the entirety of the show but ugh i guess it never stops hurting. they are people, with lives and hearts. yeah they voluntarily and knowingly become gears to protect and sacrifice their lives for dethklok, but it still hurts to see them die. i get it from a storytelling point, because this makes dethklok more desperate and the viewers fear Salacia and the tribunal a little more, but yeah, i don’t enjoy it :(. also, Murderface running away as he screams “please, get out of my head” broke my heart. we see on the show Crozier going through his own personal hell when Salacia mind-controls him, but Murderface sounds in so much pain when he screams. he sounds so helpless, and knowing Salacia must be having a blast in his mind exploiting every single one of his fears, it’s jarring. idk, Murderface is a dick and has done very stupid things but as i watched this movie i found myself wanting to protect him so many times. maybe he is my baby now, who knows.

i’ll end this part here because one of the most painful portions of the movie is coming and i have so much to say it’s not going to fit here. but behold.

#long text sorry! #clade's aotd thoughts and prayers #clade talks #army of the doomstar #metalocalypse #aotd spoilers #army of the doomstar spoilers

[vigilskeep]

ok i know u have not done your dai playthrough yet but!! why the josephine pfp? any josie opinions/thoughts from your genius brain??

short answer i’m a homosexual

long answer i like her a lot. as you say i haven’t played dai yet (well i played like the first 10-15 hours once) but i’ve seen a lot of content and watched a lot of videos and she is so inch resting to me... i love a clever diplomat archetype. i love antivan lore. i love Dramatic Sleeves. and not to get too invested in Thematic Questions but in a franchise so consistently about characters who have been forced into lives of violence, it’s super interesting to bring in a character who has stepped away from that. and ultimately has had the privilege of being able to step away from that, right? although, as an advisor and founding member of the inquisition it’s questionable whether she really has been able to do that or if her form of violence is just done with cleaner hands and at further distance. so to speak? i just think that’s compelling and not rlly something u get to play around with in your run of the mill companion for obvious reasons

i have a josiemancing inquisitor in my brain and he was actually my first dragon age character ever, unfortunately he does not go in minerva and keir’s timeline (this is me being picky abt storytelling; i want my worldstates varied up to explore as much as possible, he’s a circle mage, so he simply covers too much of the same ground as minerva) but i absolutely intend to play through other full worldstates and i will not rest until i have brought him to your dashboards because they are the cutest ever and my whole world

#i havent made decisions on who else goes together of my wardens hawkes and inquisitors #but its gotta be him next worldstate he is my babygirl and i need 2 kiss josie

[diabolikpersonals]

Alright sooo, I was just daydreaming ‘bout shu and Yuma, and I pictured this scene where their basically on a date with the classic excuse of “work” and they see two little children which kinda look like them, one was mad with the other because he ‘accidentally’ burned his toy. I could just imagine the guilt on shu while Yuma being the clueless big boi he is, with heavy Machinery ofc 👀

"adult characters happen upon some children who clearly represent who they were before they grew up, and they talk to those kids as if talking to their childhood selves" is a trope I really like actually!! and it'd be totally perfect for shu and yuma!!! ur a genius!

I wrote a little something inspired by this! before u click on it please be aware that it's kinda long :')

“Thanks for waiting! …Dude, don’t tell me you fell asleep already.”

Shu was on his back on a park bench, resting his eyes. When he opened them, he squinted into the bright sky, then groaned and covered his face with his arm. Yuma leaned over him, shielding him from the sun with his body.

“...It’s too bright.”

“You shoulda taken an umbrella or something if the sun was going to bother you this bad.”

“Why did we have to go out in the daytime anyway…?” Shu mumbled. “I’m exhausted…”

Yuma triumphantly held a brown paper bag in the air, like it was a treasure taken from the enemy after a long battle. “For this! The cafe on this street is selling this limited super-sweet sweetbread! They always run out before noon, so our only choice was to get here early!” Now that Shu paid attention, the smell of bread was wafting from the bag. It made his nose itch.

With a great amount of effort, Shu peeled himself off the bench and joined Yuma’s side, and the two walked through the park. He watched Yuma’s face (particularly the big goofy grin on it) when he opened up the bag to dig into the contents.

“Want some?”

Shu shook his head. “Sweet stuff isn’t my type.”

“Suit yourself; more for me!” Yuma laughed. But contrary to his words, he pinched off a chunk of bread with his hands and held it in front of Shu’s face. And contrary to Shu’s words, he leaned over and took it with his teeth. He crinkled his nose at the oversweetness, but he had somewhat gotten used to this taste recently. Yuma’s lips often had this same sweet taste on them.

Going to the park in the daytime meant no peace and quiet, Shu realized. On their walk, Yuma got distracted by two little human kids who seemed to be in the middle of an argument. One was yelling at the other with no regard for how his volume might inconvenience others; the other was crying into his dirty hands. If Shu had been alone, he probably would’ve turned up the music on his mp3 player and ignored them. But as Yuma dumped the bag of bread into Shu’s arms, Shu remembered that his profoundly extroverted boyfriend would never allow them to just walk away.

Yuma squatted by the two kids with a naturalness that Shu would never be able to replicate in his life. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong with you guys?”

The angry kid pointed a muddy, accusatory finger at the other. “I brought my airplane to fly but he burned it!”

“I didn’t mean to burn it!” the other wailed.

Shu didn’t want to get too close lest he become involved, but he craned his neck and could see the evidence on the ground. There was a white toy plane laying uselessly on the grass with a scorched bite taken out of one of the wings, likely dooming it to nosedive into the ground any time it’s thrown. Nearby was the murder weapon: a magnifying glass that had been tossed aside during the heated argument.

“It won’t fly anymore because of him! It’s ruined!”

Through sobs, he choked out, “I’m sorry…!”

Yuma frowned and tilted his head at the crying kid. “You’re really sorry, right?” The kid nodded his head up and down and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve, and Yuma turned to the other kid next. “See? He knows he was wrong.”

The angry kid was starting to tear up too. He stamped his foot at him. “Even if he says sorry, it won’t fix my plane!”

“I bet you came to the park to play with it together, right?” The kid didn’t know what to do, so Yuma flashed him a disarming smile. “Then is the plane more important, or is your friend more important?”

The kid sniffled, “Maybe…he’s not my friend anymore.” But as soon as he said it, he started crying too. The idea was, apparently, even more upsetting.

“Come on, neither of you want that! Look—he’s crying this much, don’t you want your friend to feel better? If you forgive him, he’ll be happy.”

“I’m really sorry,” his friend said pitifully through his tears.

The kid hurried to wipe his eyes. “...Do you know how to make paper planes?” When his friend hesitantly nodded, he said, “I’ll forgive you if you make me one.”

“Really?!” He jumped up. “Then I’ll go ask my mom if she has any paper!” He took off running, and his friend followed behind him. The broken toy plane and magnifying glass were left on the ground.

Yuma returned to Shu, brushing dirt off his knees. “That was simpler than I thought!” he said, apparently proud of himself. Shu shook his head at him and pushed the bag back into Yuma’s hands.

“Annoying kids.”

“Aw, give ‘em a break. That kind of thing feels like life or death when you’re younger.” Yuma kept snacking on the bread, looking pleased. “But there’s no use staying upset at each other, right? I figured that deep down, that kid just wanted to go back to playing with his friend.”

Shu looped his arm through Yuma’s. He knew from experience that if they walked like this, Yuma wouldn’t complain even if Shu leaned his weight on him. “Give me another bite.”

“I thought you didn’t like it!” Still, he ripped off another piece for him. Shu accepted it, tasting that way-too-sweet flavor again.

“You’re stupid.”

“Huh?! I did something good, didn’t I? Why am I stupid?”

It’s stupid how you can make me so happy without even realizing it. …That’s what Shu thought, but he didn’t say it out loud.

#text #shuuma #fics #...I guess? ficlet?

[cantsaythetword]

A Good Turn Never Goes Unpunished

~A/N  - Super cute prompt (1/2) from an anon I got a while (edit: A REALLY FCKIN LONG TIME IM SO SORRY) back!!

Charlie is complaining about being cold (as usual) so Nick offers to give Charlie his hoodie. While Nick is pulling his hoodie off, it gets stuck over his head and Charlie just takes full advantage of the situation.

I know there's a lot of heartstopper coming out lmao but you guys seem to like it (?) so fingers crossed it's good ^^.

The second fic (Rugby Lad's Revenge) should be coming out at the same time as this so have a look at that one too!

(edit: LMAO it didn't but it's out now!)

- Enoy! ~

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The only thing disrupting the peaceful silence of the evening sky was Charlie's chattering teeth. While a picnic date at the beach was perfect in the afternoon, once the fish and chips were gone and the sun began to set, the wind was pretty intense.

And Nick's cuddles could only do so much to protect Charlie from the ocean spray and chilly breeze blowing against his body. But he was nothing if not stubborn, and if he had made the intentional decision not to bring a jumper then there was no chance he would complain about the cold.

Unfortunately his shivering arms kinda gave him away.

"Oh Char you're freezing!" Nick laughed sympathetically. "I told you you'd need a jumper!"

"I'm fine!" Charlie tried to grin, but his mouth felt frozen shut. "Not cold at all."

Nick just scoffed and began removing his hoodie. "This is why you listen to your genius boyfriend who knows you so well!"

Amidst his eyeroll at Nick's playful reprimands, Charlie noticed that the jacket wasn't coming off Nick quite as smoothly as he would like. In fact, it was completely stuck just over his armpits. His head covered and arms awkwardly trapped above his head.

Now a good boyfriend would jump up immediately to save his partner from the cottony fate that has befallen them. But, after Nick's teasing, Charlie was feeling far from angelic.

As Nick began to ask for help, Charlie brought his hands up Nick's sides and began scratching his fingers against Nick's armpits. With the man's arms stuck above his head, Charlie could be as gentle and cruel as he wanted. His fingers slid effortlessly against Nick's t-shirt, and Nick broke into laughter.

"CHAHAHAR WAHAHAIT!" He screeched, flailing around like a wavy-man outside a car dealership.

"Seems like bringing a jumper wasn't such a good idea now, was it!" Charlie grinned, clawing softly into the muscly outside of Nick's underarms.

"CHAHAHARLIEHEHEHE!"

"If you didn't have a jumper you wouldn't be in this mess!" Charlie continued, squeezing up and down his boyfriend's sides.

"STOHOHOP!" Nick's entire top half folded like a lawn chair to try and push Charlie away. Adjusting to the defense, Charlie half-jumped over Nick's back and began attacking him from behind.

"And with all this moving I'm all warm again!"

"NOHOHO!"

With one final tug, Nick at last freed himself from the confines of his jumper. He turned around and tossed the sweatshirt at Charlie, giving him a playful glare.

"I try to do something nice to show my boyfriend I love him, and this is how you repay me?" Nick said in an exasperated tone, though a wobbly smile was still present on his lips.

Charlie shrugged, laughing. "I just took advantage of an excellent situation."

Nick went to retaliate, but stopped himself as he watched his boyfriend begin to put on the jumper. As Charlie's arms raised to slide through the sleeves, Nick crept closer.

Because while someone can become stuck pulling a jumper off, they can also become stuck putting a jumper on.

And if Charlie would grab the opportunity to tickle his boyfriend the second it was presented...

Two can play at that game.

#fic #mine #heartstopper tickle fic #nick and charlie tickle fic #tickle fic #prompt fic

[motivationisdead]

Some things in Chapter 63 of Mo Dao Zu Shi (ExR translation) that caught my eye for cute reasons:

Wei WuXian suddenly murmured, “… Lan Zhan.”

He reached out and grabbed one of Lan WangJi’s sleeves. Lan WangJi had always been beside him. He immediately bent down and whispered, “I am here.”

Wei WuXian hadn’t woken up yet. His eyes were still tightly shut, yet his hand didn’t let go either. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering, “… Don’t… Don’t be angry…”

Lan WangJi seemed somewhat surprised. His voice was gentle, “I am not angry.”

Wei WuXian, “… Oh.”

Hearing this, as though he finally felt assured, his fingers loosened.

I don’t know about you but I can’t think of a better scene to be greeted with when starting a new chapter. This is great. I’m in my happy place right now.

Wei WuXian, “How long have I been resting for?”

Only having ensured that his injuries were indeed fine did Lan WangJi finally let him go, “Four days.”

Jin Ling’s sword stabbed right through. The wound hadn’t been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary.

Hahaha. Remember how Jiang Cheng stabbed Wei Wuxian in the same spot before and the only medical care he had access to was Wen Qing and her genius as a doctor. Not to doubt her skills but they were in poverty and living on a mountain corpses—the medicine and tools she would have had access to and been able to afford were extremely limited. It’s kind of amazing that she was able to keep Wei Wuxian alive at all in such circumstances.

Seeing that right after he woke up he began to speak nonsense again, Lan WangJi shook his head and turned away. Wei WuXian thought that he was going to leave. He hurried, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Don’t go. I was talking nonsense, my fault, but don’t ignore me.”

Lan WangJi, “Even you are scared of others ignoring you?”

Wei WuXian, “I am, I am.”

He hadn’t experienced the feeling of having somebody at his side when he had gotten hurt and woke up for a long time.

They’re so cute. Wei Wuxian just enjoying being taken care of and wanting Lan Wangji with him.

It’s okay Wei Wuxian. We already know you do badly with Lan Wangji ignoring you lol. Whenever Wei Wuxian upped his antics towards Lan Wangji while he was studying in the Cloud Recesses it was because Lan Wangji wasn’t paying enough attention to him lol. *fondly* He’s such a brat.

Lan XiChen, “You believe in him?”

Lan WangJi, “I do.”

He answered without any hesitation. Wei WuXian felt his chest warm up. Lan XiChen continued, “What about Jin GuangYao?”

Lan WangJi, “Not to be believed.”

Lan XiChen chuckled, “WangJi, then how do you judge whether someone should be believed or not?”

Wei Wuxian feeling warm at Lan Wangji’s trust in him- !!! My heart.

And I’m not super invested in Lan Xichen as a character (sorry Lan Xichen fans) but that last line of Lan Xichen’s does strike me as him questioning Lan Wangji’s judgment, and finding it unreliable. And then he follows that with:

He [Lan Xichen] looked at Wei WuXian, “You trust Young Master Wei, while I trust Jin GuangYao. The fact that Brother’s head is in his hands, neither of us have seen it with our own eyes. We only believe in what another person says based on how much we know about them.”

“You think that you know about Wei WuXian, so you trust him; I think that I know about Jin GuangYao, so I trust him as well. You believe in your judgement, then am I not allowed to believe in my judgement?”

And I do believe Lan Xichen is trying to be fair here. And it does seem if not a fair compromise then at least a fair reasoning and yet, after that other line, it does seem to imply that Lan Xichen thinks his judgement is the right one here and that he’s already, at least internally, decided the most likely outcome. It kind of feels like he’s just humoring his brother here without believing it will lead to anything.

And Lan Xichen isn’t doing anything wrong here really but it does kind of make me wonder a bit about how much Lan Xichen has truly respected his brother’s choices and decisions in the past—which kind of culminates in Guanyin Temple where he throws all the blame for Lan Wangji’s actions at Wei Wuxian’s feet. Even though in reality, while Wei Wuxian might have been in the center of Lan Wangji’s decisions, he himself really did very little to influence Lan Wangji’s choice to help him beyond just… being himself.

Like Wei Wuxian definitely didn’t try to convince or manipulate Lan Wangji into helping him at any point.

Wei WuXian stared for quite a while at the tightly-packed characters. His eyes felt somewhat tired. He still had a few books left, so he decided to look at them sometime afterward. Lan WangJi had already finished the stack that he was responsible for. In silence, he took over the books that Wei WuXian left and continued to flip through. Lan XiChen lifted his eyes. Watching the scene, he seemed to stop himself from saying something.

It’s so sweet how Lan Wangji just silently lightens this small burden from Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. Wei Wuxian didn’t ask him to—nor would he have since he was simply planning to look through them later. But still Lan Wangji does it just to make life a little easier for Wei Wuxian in this one small moment.

And I find the mention of Lan Xichen’s reaction to this scene interesting. And I’d be interested to hear how others interpret this; but to me it reads like he was going to urge Lan Wangji to stop before he catches himself and decides not to say anything.

Maybe something along the lines of, “Wangji, you don’t have to do that.” ?

Of course I can’t say with complete confidence this is what Lan Xichen would have said, it’s just the impression I personally got.

Their heads pressed close together, and Lan WangJi’s voice was right by his ear, low and magnetic. Wei WuXian’s hand trembled lightly. The book had almost fallen off. He finally steadied himself and forcibly tore his eyes away from Lan WangJi’s long, white fingers.

Wei Wuxian has it so bad lol.

#mdzs novel #chapter 63 #chapter analysis #quotes #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #I tried a new format for this one #and yes i absolutely skipped chapters 59-62 #it was for my mental health you understand

[frecklystars]

Hey!!! I just wanted to pop in and tell you I finished my Plankton costume for Halloween!!! It's a green shirt with long sleeves with darker green leggings, black boots, and an eyepatch of course! 🥰🥰🥰 I've also painted my nails a dark green that matches.

I'm going to be handing out candy to trick or treaters on Halloween! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I hope your having a good day/night and your plans for Halloween go well!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

(Also congrats on going to TFcon and having a fun time! I'm so happy for you!!!!) 🖤🖤🖤🖤

OMG HIIII HONEY!!!! :D HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!! :D THAT'S AMAZINGGGG CONGRATS ON FINISHING YOUR PLANKTON COSTUME!!!!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

I bet it looks absolutely amazing!!!!! Omg the black boots. He would totally LOVE that!!!!! AND THE DARK GREEN PAINTED NAILS. YESSSSSSSS. YOU GET IT. YOU UNDERSTAND. THE MANS NEEDS HIS NAILS PAINTED!!!!!!! The fact that Wesley Taylor said he almost painted his nails black JUST for that role solely because people kept making fanart of Plankton with black polished nails - myself included - I was like... dude why didn't you paint your nails c'mon IT'S WHAT THE EVIL GENIUS GIANT BRAIN WOULD HAVE WANTED!!!!! But you, YOU HOWEVER, understood the assignment, amen and god bless ✨

and thank you for the well wishes!!!! I'm going to a Halloween party tonight!! :D I couldn't afford to get the Perfect Day Barbie dress in time, but I've got all of Barbie's accessories... and my silver horseshoe necklace perfectly modeled after Ken's!!!! it's like they gave me their jewelry <3 so I'm going as Barbie and Ken's super cute girlfriend <3 sldkfjsdlfslf I'm SO excited to see everyone's Barbie and Ken costumes!!!

I hope you have so much fun tonight too!!!! :D

#asks #iwishihadfangs #AND THANK YOU AHH tfcon was so fun. and terrifying. and great. i lived. 🥳🎉 #i dont normally eat candy. or hard candy i should say #if im craving sugar i just eat cake or donuts or something #but omfg im gonna really indulge in some candy tonight #those little sugar pumpkins??? those things have me in a death grip #every year i need those things. it is literally just raw sugar #AND I WILL GET MY HANDS ON THOSE SPONGEBOB KRABBY PATTY GUMMIES