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Back at it again at 'drawing' total drama characters in my style.
This edition: My favourite female revival characters so far minus Axel because I can't draw-
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And for the record, the only dude I care for is Ripper.
So this may get a lil long but I think I'm finally ready to give my 'take' on the new guys... or some of them lol.
Now firstly, I've mentioned that this damn franchise has had a hold on me for about half of my life, its truely a curse. So when two new seasons came up I can say that its fucking horrifying to think of but also I am so damn hyped and thus have been kinda in a state of trying not to put too many expectations onto it. (Same with the new Pokemon game lol.)
And tbh, when I saw the new cast it made me more scared than hyped for a while, still am but obviously some have grown on me. Me and my bf where trying to work out each role and who would get far based on the show in the past; obviously we don't know shit about them yet so we can't tell. (Like 'Scary Girl' could be first because they haven't named her but so could Zee cos he really badly gives us Zeke vibes.)
So I'm now at the point where I think I can at least talk about them now? I think. At least the five designs I like lol.
So lets start with Nichelle!
She does have one of the more simpler designs (not that thats a problem lol,) but she giving my glamour and icon and I love her. I think its her face maybe and I'm begging her to be friends with Julia (I also for some bizarre reason wanna see the two of them get high together and I can't explain that even if I tried.) I'm kinda 50/50 on her being antagonist, like I can see it but my other antagonist pick seems more likely (I'll mention it at the end.)
Next is 'Scary Girl' and I'll be referring to her as 'Pixie' because its an actual fucking name that imo suits her----
Girl stole my damn hair- Seriously do like the gothic lolita meets Izzy vibes they've given her so far. I don't understand the naming thing but I have thought of something and forgive me if its been said before but a lot of people are speculating that social media plays a big part this time (theres literally a challenge about fucking tik toking for gods sake, its a pretty good assumption.) So I'm figuring that Pixie goes by her username everywhere to try and keep some privacy or something. Like its a stage name. And its either all a big joke to Pixie or its some kinda fake mystery we'll never get the answer to set up by Chris. Say like shes stupid popular inworld and her being on the show is a big deal so to get more inworld hype for the season, Chris hints at her real name being revealed constantly but its always either comedically (that word doesn't look right to me but I don't feel like looking it up so apologies,) cut off or she gets eliminated before it can be.
But yeah love Pixie; not as much as MK!
MK is like perfection in character design for me. If you've seen any of my own characters or maybe some of my total drama redesigns (I can't remember them all at the minute,) but I love L O V E LOVE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE massive hooded jackets over sweaters. Even if shes not wearing a sweaters that shirt looks like the softet thing ever and with the beanie, my girl is fucking set to be a bean. Girl is fucking adorable. That being said, we don't know her personality yet lol. Still my favourite so far.
As for the other two I didn't draw...
Axel is just great, she's seeming to be the most rugged so far, she makes me think of Duncan from the animal buddy episode in Action and honestly if thats her whole personality then I'm fine with that.
Lastly Ripper is just perfect at the moment XD, I think its a nickname and the idea of his fullname being something like Richard or Rickman is kinda funny to me. I can't help but love him, same with MKs design, I have a stupid big soft spot for grumpy looking guys with scruffy hair. I wanna adopt them all and hug them while feeding them cheese in the shape of ducks. Grumpy boys deserve that life.
I also wanna mention Emma here; at the minute she's one I don't care for lol but my bf mentioned something when I showed him them and I can't get it out my mind.
She looks like Amy Schumer.
Ialsohopeshestheantagonist.
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Alright, it is officially July 1st for me. The 1-year anniversary of Young Royals. It only seems appropriate that I say something. It's practically an essay, but this show means too much for me to not say it. I am, as always, super fucking dramatic. So don't think of me any differently, darling. I'm still insane, but you know... just a little more emotional rn.
TW: mental illness and stuff.
I cannot even begin to explain how much this silly little gay show means to me. I actually cannot put into words how much I adore this show. I like to joke about how I'm hyper fixated on it and how I'm obsessed with it, and that's all true, but it's also so much more than that. I simply cannot express to you how much this show means to me as a person, as a teen, and as someone who is queer.
When I found this show, I was at probably the lowest I had ever been in my entire life. I was so low that I didn't know what to do with myself. I was 17 years old, a freshman in college, in the middle of a pandemic, and genuinely not doing well. The last thought I had before I started watching this show was "if you like the first episode, you're not going to end it tonight."
I watched the show twice that night.
It was the first time I'd watched a show and genuinely felt seen by it. Not only in the characters, but in the actors who beautifully portrayed them. Teenagers actually being played by teenagers. People with acne. Queer people. Unconventionally beautiful people. Girls who aren't just obsessed with boys and drama and pulling each other down. Boys who show emotion. Teens who are openly queer. Teens who are finding themselves at their own pace. Wholesome queer romance. Healthy sex positivity.
Do you know how fucking rare that is?
And the anxiety. The true and authentic portrayal of anxiety in this show literally brings tears to my eyes every time I watch it. It isn't just fidgeting or hyperventilating or the "pretty" forms of anxiety that we show in most media. It's a bitch, and it sucks, and it changes your life and how you look at things. Young Royals managed to show that beautifully in varying degrees in multiple characters. I had never, and haven't since, seen anxiety shown in media the way it is actually felt by people who have anxiety.
All this to say: this show fucking saved my life. In my super dramatic, unfiltered way, it saved my life. Had I watched a different show that night, had it not been the way it is, I don't think I would be here today pouring my heart out for strangers on the internet.
And I got you guys. Which is a weird thing to say, but it's true. I logged back into Tumblr because of this show, and look at us now. Seriously, what the actual fuck? There are people who follow me here now? And want to listen to me? And will read this entire fucking essay about this show?
That's crazy.
This fandom is honestly amazing. You guys are amazing. The mutuals I've connected with because of this show are amazing. It is honestly one of the craziest things. I didn't know a tv show could mean so much to me, and here we are.
So thank you to this tv show. Thank you to its creators. Thank you to the actors who bring it to life. Thank you to the fandom. Thank you to my mutuals. Thank you to those of you who continue to follow me for some unknown reason. Just thank you.
With love,
Zee
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resurrecticn-a · 4 years
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@liightningchosen​ sent —  ∅... jk u just make me so angsty.... ♕, ☯︎, ∞, ❤︎ of a coUPLE, ❉ t h r e e yeARS     /     apparently not anonymous impressions
∅ — you annoy me ♕ — i’m impressed with your writing! ☯︎ — you’ve helped me improve my writing ∞ — I hope we write for a really long time! ❤︎ — you are my favorite writer of your muse ❉ — I’ve followed you for a long time
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how dare u im crying
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etherealeeknow · 3 years
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the fwb rules
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• rated m for mature
• pairing: fwb!hyunjin x fem!reader
• wc: 4.559
• tw: explicit language, light characterization of an insecure reader, unprotected piv sex (stay safe, lovelies!), fingering & oral (f), nipple play, cream pie— i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:
• note: last time i said long fic isn’t my forte and this time i’ll still say the same hahahahaha. but still, i hope i don’t disappoint 🥺 please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. feedbacks are always appreciated because i’d love to grow! thank you for waiting and enjoy 💞 pretty banner made by my bestie!! ilysm 😽😽😽
• tag list: @charlieshelves @es-kay-zee @formidxble @oh-my-sparkle @bobateastay @http-hyxnjxn @lyralurexrattle @hyunsluvv @healinghyunjin @sailorhyunjinz
what happened to the rules?
it didn’t start off like this. you can’t remember when exactly you started wondering about the five word question. all you know is that you were one bite away from gobbling a spoonful of jisung’s ice cream when it struck you: since when did you and hyunjin stop going by the rules? he’s been occasionally texting you out of the blue lately just to know what you’re up to, and today he even asked you to stay the night at his, and as much as you want to believe they’re all normal, again, it didn’t start off like this. from the beginning, you and hyunjin have come up with three rules so your relationship can work: one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking. but look at you now, lying naked and out of breath under his blanket while facing his ceiling, driving yourself insane over the haunted question. you have to get it off your chest somehow, but how? 
“hey, why so serious?” asks the culprit behind your overthinking, causing you to jump slightly over his sudden appearance and your hands instinctively pull up the blanket to cover your naked chest, which as a result, makes him chuckle. cute. “here. it’s my cousin’s,” adds the topless man as he sits on the edge of the bed and hands you a white shirt that even under the dim light, you can already tell won’t fit you.
“your cousin? the model? hyunjin, she’s tiny,” you utter, hands still gripping onto the blanket. “i’m—“
“you,” he cuts you off, placing a hand on top of yours while carefully glancing at you to make sure you there aren’t any signs of discomfort. “are fine, y/n. now hurry up. i’m sleepy,” he adds before letting go, leaving behind a lingering warmth on your knuckles.
nodding, you turn your back on him to change, and the room falls silent, causing you to hear how fast your heart is thumping even more than it should have. is it because you had too much coffee this morning? or it can probably be because the shirt is too tight that it’s cutting off your air circulation, right? right, of course. you tell yourself because as much as you dislike both reasons, they are still far better than having hyunjin as the cause.
once you’re done, hyunjin already has his back lying against the bedhead, his head tilting slightly to the side, avoiding the light coming from the night lamp on the bedside table, while his eyes bore deeply into yours. unbothered that he’s been caught staring, he averts his gaze downwards till they reach your chest and spot how your nipples are sticking out through the thin fabric.
“see? it fits you just fine,” he says, turning his vision back to your face as he opens his arms and motions them at you, only to have you remain in the same position with your increasing heartbeat.
“aren’t you gonna, uh, wear something?”
instead of a proper answer, all you get is his laugh—hyunjin’s contagious laugh that usually always succeeds in making you laugh too. but today hits differently. has his laugh always sounded this lighthearted before? no matter what the answer is, one thing for sure is that despite how sweet hwang hyunjin and his laugh are, they have never made your cheeks burn like this before, and this is forbidden. it’s against the rules.
“an hour ago we were naked while sucking each other’s face, y/n,” he finally answers after a while. “besides, i always sleep like this. now, come on,” he adds, repeating the same gesture, except this time his hands are open wider, eager to have you near him again because the space around him is starting to make him feel lonely.
complying with him, you fall into his embrace and hyunjin immediately lets his hands travel to the exact places of where they want to be—one around your head and the other around your waist. despite the room turning less cold with his warmth directly passing onto you, your heart and cheeks conditions remain the same especially since you can hear how hyunjin’s heartbeats are beating just as fast as yours when he lets you lay your head on his chest.
“hyunjin,” you call out, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt.
“y/n,” he replies, replacing the collar with his fingers instead, intertwining them with yours.
what happened to the rules?
“do... do fwb do these?” you ask, the bravery in you finally decide to show up, even just for a little.
“do this?” he asks back while squeezing your hand with all his might, as if he’s nervous.
no. not ‘this’, but ‘these’. not only the hand grabbing, but also the fact that he asked you to stay the night, that he’s cuddling you to sleep, and that you’ve been getting unusual symptoms over them until this very moment.
“yes, this,” you nod and hyunjin becomes muted, but his heartbeats are growing louder, and his grip on you has become tighter.
after what feels like forever, he whispers, voice slightly cracking, and hands getting a little colder, “yes. yes, they do.”
then the two of you become muted, but both heartbeats keep growing louder, and everything stays that way until sleep eventually takes over.
as a homebody, you’ve always against the idea of sleepovers. you believe home is the sweetest place and your own bed is the comfiest even when your mattress is older than a decade and your favorite plushie has had too many holes here and there. but waking up in hyunjin’s bed has broken your stigma—never in your whole life that you’d have thought someone else’s bed can provide you twice the comfort.
“looks like someone had a good sleep,” chirps jisung as he sits beside you, causing you to wipe off the smile on your face before going back to your laptop.
“wow suddenly my best friend’s a psychic?”
“hey, that’d actually make a great drama title!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes. “please do spill the tea though. what happened?” he adds.
“what happened?” you ask back, eyes still on the screen, but the corner of your lips are on the verge of breaking into the smile, knowing full well he’ll complain—which he does by lamely calling you a meanie.
laughing, you tell him nothing happened, but the way he rolls his eyes is a sign he’s not taking any of your bullshit. you are telling the truth though. besides spending the night with each other, nothing really happened, right? it was just another casual fucking session. yes, it was amazing, but that’s no news for jisung. the guy’s practically your wingman—setting you up with hyunjin was his idea because he believes you should, “live your life. have that dreamy college sex orelse you’ll regret it like my old man changbin!”
right on cue, a notification popped out on your big screen, and the sender’s name makes your heart pop too.
“aha, see!” jisung points at it. “y/n, where are you?” he reads out loud, earning yourselves all the eyes from every other student in class.
“oh my god, jisung. shut up!” right when you’re about to log out from the chat app, hyunjin sends another one.
“can i call you?” jisung reads once more and you’re only one second away from smacking his head, but your vibrating phone holds you back.
shooting jisung a glare, you make sure to close your laptop before leaving the class, answering hyunjin’s call even when you’re still half way through the door. right when you’re about to greet him hello, hyunjin beats you to it—his voice a bit raspy, but the softness in his tone still lies within, and it creates endless questions in your mind.
has he just woken up? so is this how he sounds in the morning? why is he calling?
and the list goes on because this isn’t like hyunjin at all. sure, he’s not validating the rules, but he’s breaking his character despite already alarming you to anticipate morning booty calls from him at times. he’s never actually done that though. 
“hi,” you reply, startling yourself with how small your voice came out.
“you left,” says hyunjin and you can hear him sighing from the other line, which somehow causes a slight pang in your heart, wondering if perhaps he is disappointed. “can you come back? wait, actually, let me go to you instead.” he says and you can hear the rustling sounds coming from his side.
“hyunjin, i have class. that’s why i left. i—” should you apologize? but why should you? casual, no strings attached, and no fucks given, remember? “i’m sorry.”
“oh.” hyunjin stops on his track before plopping back down onto the bed, smiling. “i’ll pick you up after class then. when will you finish?”
unconsciously, a smile creeps up your face too, but the realization hits you right after, then followed by the five word question, and you know—you know this is your guts telling you that now’s the time to ask him about it, but your heart hates confrontation. plus, wouldn’t it be rude to reply to someone else’s question with a question? “hyunjin, are you, uh, horny?”
just like yesterday, hyunjin laughs, and with the raspiness in his voice still present, he doesn’t fail to make you laugh along, but at the same time waking the butterflies in your stomach and makes you rethink your decision. mayhaps, you should’ve left him a note or told him that you’ll leave early in the morning; or even, you should’ve ditched classes today and stayed so when he wakes up, you can get him a glass of water, not leaving the boy uncared for like this. but who are you to do so? 
“isn’t it normal for a guy to have a morning wood?” he jokes before quickly adding that he’s not horny. “i just want to see you so let me go get you.”
pressing your lips together, you contemplate on whether you should let him. if you do, won’t you be turning whatever the two of you have right now into something far more complicated? but it’s only until hyunjin adds a desperate “please?” that all of your dilemma disappears, as if you’re being cast into his spell—“okay.”
while heading to the gate, you have the biggest urge to book a massage appointment. dodging jisung’s questions and running away from him after the first period was draining, but having to spend the day running back and forth between two buildings because thinking that volunteering as the lecturers’ teaching assistant was draining on a whole new level. other than feeling like your legs are gonna come off, your mind also feels like it’s gonna blow off—you can’t stop recalling all the things you need to start working on as soon as possible, but stepping into hyunjin’s car turns everything to 180 degrees.
you’d like to think that it’s because of the faint lavender aroma coming from his car freshener along with the heavenly cool air conditioner, but no. you know full well it’s because of the way hyunjin’s smile lit up, his eyes disappear into two small crescent moons, and his blonde hair which is becoming one with the warm orange sky that brings peace to your heart.
“hi,” he breathes out the moment you close the door, and you do the same except for looking at him, which causes hyunjin to furrow his eyebrows while speeding away.
the way home is silent, just the way you like it, but you know full well that it’s not hyunjin’s cup of tea. he doesn’t need to say it, his action is showing it all as he’s been fidgeting non stop, wiping his sweaty palm along his jeans while occasionally licking his plump lips. hyunjin’s a very vocal person. he’s talkative and loud—including in bed. you press your warm cheeks over the realization of your own thoughts, embarrassed. you can’t possibly suspect hyunjin for being horny in the morning when you yourself are being like this in the afternoon. it’s uncalled for.
noticing you from the corner of his eye, hyunjin calls out, asking you if there’s anything wrong, totally catching you off guard. what should you say? lying is not your forte, but being honest clearly isn’t the best option right now, at least, not before you shower and appear presentable in front of him—but wait, since when did that matter so much? a few months ago, you even fucked after you ran a marathon.
“y/n?” calls hyunjin for the second time.
“look, hyunjin, really, it’s okay if you’re horny. you can pull over and i can, uh, relieve you and i can just take the bus home after,” you spit out shamelessly while looking at him straight in the eyes, eager to get far away from hyunjin as fast as possible before you go out of your mind.
just like the night before, hyunjin laughs. and just like the night before, his laugh hits differently and it does nothing other than burning your already burnt cheeks for the worse.
“i swear to god, y/n, i’m not horny. i genuinely want to take you home. nothing more,” explains hyunjin, head straight at the road but eyes repeatedly stealing glances at you. “and nothing less,” he adds, voice barely audible but you caught it.
“o— oh.” is all you manage to respond before the ride quickly turns quiet and hyunjin’s hands begin fidgeting again, all the while you’re trying to decode what he has just said—what does he mean by genuinely wanting to take you home? do fwb do this too? what happened to no fucks given?—and it goes on until hyunjin hits the break in front of your old apartment building.
“we’re here,” says hyunjin, breaking the silence by unlocking the car door.
“we’re here,” you repeat after him, already opening the door and setting a foot out. “uh, thank you.”
“don’t mention it.” hyunjin shoots you his signature smile the moment you lower yourself to meet his eye level from outside the car; this time, you have no choice but to fall under his spell.
“hey, uh, you wanna come in?” you ask, biting your lower lip as a way to punish yourself for being so indecisive. one second you want to run away from him and the next second you want to be near him. come on, get a grip.
as if the punishment isn’t enough, hyunjin declines your offer, all while chuckling with his head thrown back. “for the third time, y/n. i’m not horny. go in and rest up.” 
“if you say so.” you shrug, giving him a small smile before turning around, making sure not to look back, only to fail when you hear the engine driving away.
you can’t quite tell—no, you can’t tell. you don’t get it. there’s an unexplainable empty space in your heart that is caused by hyunjin’s rejection. is it because you’re just not used to see him without having to fuck him? or is it because you’re hurt over the fact that he’s not in the mood to touch you? is it because of last night? is he finally sick of your flaws? things would probably be different if you had retouched your makeup or at least combed your hair before seeing him, would they? either way, you’re fully aware you shouldn’t be torn over your friend with benefits, yet your aching heart says otherwise.
and so when the doorbell rings only a few seconds after you get in and the figure you see through the peephole is no other than the man in question, you spare no time to swing the door open. hyunjin, in return, spares no time to lock his lips with yours right after he utters a brief apology. just like the way hyunjin sneaks his playful hands down your ass, you sneak your tongue in his mouth, and your action makes him smile into the kiss as he leads you back into the room and kicks the door shut with his long legs.
the way to your bedroom is actually pretty short, but with your tongues moving in sync, bodies pressing—glued, even, and eyes continuously closing in pleasure, the short way to your bedroom consists of endless stumbling, tripping, and bumping the door. once inside, you break the kiss and are about to undress yourself when hyunjin beats you to it, settling you down on the bed as he begins taking off your attire one by one ever so effortlessly. and in just a matter of seconds, his lips are back on yours again, floral scented hair falling and brushing against your cheeks, leaving you no time to wonder over the fact that it’s the first time hyunjin has ever undressed you. 
as the kiss continues, you can feel yourself gushing more and more that you start grinding on him mindlessly, needing to feel more than just his bulge poking you. your hands leave his blonde strands to tug on his hoodie, only to have him stop you—one hand around your grip and the other rests on your hip.
“what do you think you’re doing?”
“need you. need to feel you,” you mumble, desperation so visible through your cracked voice. 
“what happened to the girl who was all flustered to sleep with me last night just because i was shirtless?”
autumn nights aren’t supposed to be hot, but hyunjin has proven he has the power to make the impossible happen just with his words and mocking smirk. but the rising heat on your cheeks is nothing compared to the emptiness you feel below, clenching around nothing surely isn’t the best feeling.
“please, jinnie,” you whine, tugging on his hoodie once more, hips moving against his hold.
“fuck.” is all he manages to say before getting off the bed to disrobe himself—hoodie and track pants thrown across the room, now showcasing his toned body and thighs altogether as he hovers over you.
“please take this off too. it looks suffocating,” you say, index finger running faintly through the bulge forming from his tight boxer, making it stand up even more and hyunjin has no choice but to obey you. “put your hair up too please,” you add just when he’s about to dive right back in, and again, your wish is his command.
biting to pull off his hair tie from his wrist, hyunjin smoothly ties his hair back and you’re only given a few seconds to admire his feature before his plump lips coming in contact with your hardened nipple while he toys with the other using his fingers—rubbing and pinching, making your breath hitch over the sensation, fingers digging into his bare shoulders because you don’t want to mess up his hair, and hyunjin’s low grunts pretty much indicate he’s loving it.
“more, please. give me m—”
hyunjin retreats his hand and tongue away from your breast, moving them to your naked pussy,  drawing circles on your outer labia with his middle finger. he teases you just enough and quickly slides in his digit and at the same time sucks on your clit right before you’re about to complain, making you tingle from head to toe.
“you hear that?” he asks, voice muffled, the effect of being too tongue tied from licking every part of your heat, but finger working its magic perfectly, creating loud wet noises from your fluid. “drenched. my pretty y/n is drenched,” says hyunjin, and as much as you want to comment on him for the pet name, you’re too caught up on how his lips vibrate against you the moment he starts palming himself with his unoccupied hand. if he keeps it up, you know you would come undone there and then, and you don’t want that—not yet. so you ask him to stop and he instantly does as told.
“what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” there’s fear written across his expression and heard from his tone, but you’d like to believe your eyes and lips are just playing tricks on you.
“n— no. i just,” you pause to avoid his gazes, but something within you pulls your attention back on him. “i wanna cum with you inside me,” you confess, voice barely audible due to embarrassment; all this time, it’s always been hyunjin to say such things, but perhaps, all the strange tension lately has finally gotten the best of you. you hear him mutter a low “fuck” while his pupils shakes for a brief moment before they somehow appear a shade darker. licking his lower lip, hyunjin pulls you by your legs and rests them on his shoulders, and proceeds to align his tip with your entrance, once again teasing your throbbing core.
the moment you whine is the moment hyunjin pushes himself inside ever so gently, but the stretching still has you throwing your head back, while hyunjin letting our airy moans upon your walls clenching around him. none of you can tell how it’s possible for your vagina to remain so tight after all the countless fucking session for the past half year, but hyunjin doesn’t find that troubling. in fact, he lives for that and it shows from the way his eyes roll to the back of his head as he begins thrusting in and out of you—slowly but steady, veiny hands secured on your hips, vision goes back and forth from your half-lidded eyes to your parted lips.
hyunjin leans down to kiss you for a couple of seconds, and when he lets go, he quickens his pace—leaning down once more so his length can go deeper in you, hitting your g-spot. at that very moment, you mentally praise yourself for placing the bedroom mirror right across the bed. it presents you with the magnificent view of hyunjin’s rounded, firm ass bouncing rhythmically whenever he snaps his hips, and placing your hands around them, squeezing them, nearly makes you drool over the sight. with hyunjin constant thrusts, the familiar knot in your abdomen starts to bubble up.
“oh my god,” the two of you whimper in unison as hyunjin begins to lose his tempo, moves also grow sloppy, but never once misses your spot.
“y/n, i— ah— i’m so close. fuck,” he breathes out, sweat forming on his forehead, wetting his baby hair down to his neck and chest, and you can only drool helplessly at the sight.
“me too. please cum inside me, cum with me, hyunjin, please, please,” you beg, voice a pitch higher, almost sounds like you strain your throat, and it stays the same. when you feel hyunjin twitch inside you, your hands automatically reach for the bed sheet again, but it only lasts for a second before they’re being taken by hyunjin’s own hands—he has never done this. while intertwining your fingers, his cock twitches again and his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw falls open as he calls out your name—you naturally do the same, fingers pressing flat against his white knuckles
“hyu—”
“cum, baby,” he cuts you off, averting his hazy eyes on you, and that’s all it takes for you to break—your orgasm washes over you like waves and you cum undone around hyunjin, shaking and mewling altogether while feel the wet coldness around your inner thigh. hyunjin follows right after, shooting his hot cement inside of you; the man can no longer keep his eyes open as he buries his face on the crook of your neck, his choked moans bring music right to your ear all a while his hot breaths bring goosebumps to your unrecovered body.
after riding out your highs, none of you move. hyunjin stays on top of you, his chest rises and falls according to your hard breathing. somehow, it’s calming you down, but it shouldn’t.
“hyunjin, you’re heavy.”
“oh, sorry,” he chuckles and even without looking, you can tell his eyes are smiling too. with his remaining strength, hyunjin pushes himself up and rests on your thighs to pull his dick out of you, momentarily admiring the mixture of his juice and yours dripping down your cunt before fixing his eyes on you to study your face—also something he has never done before. 
“i’m sorry,” he mutters a few moments later, eyes now on you.
tilting your head, you sit up, resting your upper body with your hands on the bed. “all of a sudden? i came? you always make me feel good.”
“that’s what i’m sorry about. i— i didn’t mean to— i mean, i—”
you reach out to him, gently patting his thigh. “hyunjin, calm down. this isn’t like you,” you whisper the last sentence, knowing that perhaps, now’s the time to talk things out, to stop whatever is going on, and go back to how things are used to be, maybe? your heart’s just been restless for too long and apparently, hyunjin seems to be in a similar situation too.
“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to keep using you like this. i genuinely meant what i said. i only wanted to take you home, but we ended up here and—”
“isn’t that what fwb do?” you pull your hand off his thigh, and a frown painted across his face as if he’s questioning your question. “that’s what we agreed on. we have our fwb rules, remember?”
“one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking,” says hyunjin, proving he has memorized every words to the back of his mind.
nodding, you carefully bring back your hand to his thigh, repeating the same movement you did before. “exactly. so you don’t have to be sorry. don’t worry, i’m not feeling used at all.” you end it with a smile.
hyunjin mirrors you, he smiles too; his eyes fall to where your hand is. “but what if i’m breaking them? the rules,” asks the boy whose cold hand is now on top of your warm one. “what if i like you?” his eyes find their way back to you, and that’s when you know. the difference between your temperatures; the difference between your smile and his—the sadness that lies within.
that’s when you understand. everything finally makes sense; every one of hyunjin’s unusual acts. the constant texts and calls, the undressing, the pet names, the facial expression, the hand holding.
what happened to the rules? feelings. that’s what happened. to hyunjin, it’s his feelings over the rules.
but you, what about you? the butterflies, the irregular increasing heartbeats, the flushing cheeks, the overthinking, the disappointment at some point.
“y/n,” hyunjin calls out and you don’t get to get back to him because he’s already an inch away from you, momentarily eyeing your lips before he closes the distance. once again, his blonde hair falls down, brushing against his cheek before meeting yours and it tickles you, but not in the same way as how his kiss tickles your heart; giddy.
what happened to the rules? unwanted feelings. that’s what happened. to you, it’s the unwanted feelings against the rules. and for now, the unwanted feelings are too strong for you to push him away, so you pull him close instead. for now.
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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.
This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.
Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.
Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.
‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.
“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.
‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’
You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.
‘I’m serious.’ you replied.
She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’
You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.
‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.
‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.
You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.
You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.
You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.
‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’
The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.
‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’
You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’
You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.
You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.
Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.
‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’
You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.
‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’
Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.
Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?
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After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.
You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.
When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 
You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.
‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.
‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.
‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.
‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’
‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’
‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’
‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’
Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.
‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’
The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  
You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.
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Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.
“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.
“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.
“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.
“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”
“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”
“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 
“You can’t?”
“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”
“What--”
“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”
“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.
“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”
“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”
“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”
“Is this about the boyfriend?”
You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”
After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.
You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.
“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”
“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”
“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.
“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”
“No way,” she scoffed.
“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”
“Did you call the police?” she asked.
You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.
“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”
“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”
You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.
You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.
“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.
“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”
“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”
“What does that mean?”
“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”
“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.
“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”
You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”
“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”
“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.
You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.
“I don’t understand--”
“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.
Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.
You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.
“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”
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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.
Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.
You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.
You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.
You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.
As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.
“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”
“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”
“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”
Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.
“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”
“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.
“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”
You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.
“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”
“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.
“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”
He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.
“So, do we do this here?”
“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”
“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”
You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.
“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”
You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.
You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.
“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”
Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.
“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”
Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.
He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.
“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”
You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.
“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.
He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.
His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.
“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”
He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.
“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”
You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.
He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.
“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”
Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.
When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.
“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 
His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.
He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.
He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.
He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.
He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.
He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.
“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”
Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.
“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”
You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.
“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.
He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 
He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 
Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.
“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”
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more brainrot - Lian edition
Zee this entire episode ? Give this man an award.
The way he holds on to Kuea throught the entire encounter (both physically and like thought the conversation) is just - I have no words. Except I do here they are:
The beginning is territorial, when he looks over at Kuea talking to Jay and when he shoos off the random guy (which ties into another thing), then he gets flirty, following along Kuea's drunken antics - the boy is adorable and even stone cold Lian can't resist, and so he is very close to kissing him, its teased and ends in cute and funny as Kuea begins to realise it is actually Lian.
And in yeah car it all falls into place - Kuea and Lian are strangers to each others real personalities because Kuea doesn't believe Lian would even set foot in Gemini, let alone wear casual clothes, let alone go find him - he doesn't belive Lian truly cares about him at all.
He even calls for Jay in his drunken state as if Lian was the rando that was so trying to take advantage of him bc he was drunk - Lian must be hurt being mistaken for that type of guy.
And then the flirting, Kuea continues not to believe it's actually Lian; bc lian does love or like him enough to flirt with him (or show it).
And then the car scene - Kuea begins to comprehend he is in fact talking to Lian (somewhat) and just cries out for what should be considered less than a bareminimun from Lian.
That's when Lian relises the pain he has caused Kuea, similar to the pain Kuea has caused him for hiding his own life - expect he relizes Kuea his beacuse of him, the twisted notion that Kuea has of Lian shaped a twisted self hating view of himself and Lian probably can't even begin to form words on how that is so untrue.
So in the moment, in soft touches and tender silence, he kisses him. And that, for me at least truly shows that he deeply loves for Kuea, he must to truly disregard everything he has done and belives up to now.
I can only assume he may feel unworthy of Kuea's love or in a domino effect, saw how Kuea changed and belived to not be loved by him - or even because of social apperance of the family.
But seeing Kuea's tears and pained words - coupled with the events of the night and the song -the fucking song man just punched both me and Lian in the face- Lian pushed aside everything that was ever in his way and kissed Kuea.
And that was like one of the greatest buildups to a kiss ever. Lian's entire range of expressions through out Kuea's whole self deprecating speach? Zee is a actually magical my god
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I can't unsee it.
-rubs temples-
Ok, I know I’ve been absent the past two chapters. I’ll get to why and what I thought of 135 and 136 in this post, but for now…jeez, this chapter.
It was badass and dumb and sometimes both at the same time.
Where do I even start?
-sound of pages being leafed through-
Ok, then.
I actually really like Zeke’s character. He is unironically my second favorite out of the cast.
When we first see Zeke, he’s in his beast titan form. He’s lumbering, hulking, unsettling.
He’s a titan that can talk. He’s a titan that can control other titans!
And he wiped out humanity’s second strongest with ease. I forget his name. It was Mickey, right?
Worst than that, actually. He ordered his titans to kill Mickey with all the gravitas of ordering a side of fries at McDonald’s.
Iirc fans were wondering if this new character would be the main villain of the series.
He went on to wipe out the Survey Corps at Shighanshina, and after that we learned he singlehandedly foiled his parent’s right-wing conspiracy when he was a kid.
Zeke was a mastermind who shouldn’t be taken lightly…right?
Welp, the more we saw of Zeke, the more obvious it became that he wasn’t actually all the impressive.
He wasn’t very good at being a warrior. Honestly, it seems most of his high marks comes from his unique royal blood powers, and the good will be built with Marley when he turned in his parents. TFW cronyism.
He foiled the restorationists plot, but really he was just an abused kid who wanted to get away from his parents.
He killed Mickey, but Zeke was a King Kong sized titan and Mickey was caught off guard and unarmed, so…yeah, ofc he won that fight.  
Zeke has royal blood powers, but that doesn’t say anything about his intellectual prowess or anything.
The Survey Corps was wiped out at Shighanshina, but the circumstances of that fight strongly favored him. The Survey Corps were trapped in the city, so all Zeke had to do to win was sit on his ass and do nothing.
And he almost died anyway.
Levi got the drop on him because of his own incompetence. He let himself get distracted, which created the opening for Levi to strike.
Throw in his gullibleness towards Eren, his bumbling demeanor, and his totally emo philosophy, and the true nature of Zeke Jeager became undeniable: this guy is a fucking moron.
Like.
A real fucking moron.
And that’s why his character is unironically so great!
Zeke’s character is such a brilliant subversion of audience expectations.
We were all made to believe that this guy was a Big Fucking Deal through what turned out to mostly be circumstantial reasons.
In reality, he’s an idiot who’s been failing upwards his whole life.
Zeke got as far as he did because he’s really lucky. That’s all he has going for him.
I liked the more fleshed out version of his world view we got here. It is appropriately emo.
My read on Zeke has always been that if he existed in real life he’d be an extremely online philosophy bro, so seeing his outlook on life being effectively copy pasted from 4chan was just delightful.
Zeke is 2deep4(chan)u.
Life exists to multiply. All actions are explained by this singular drive. As such, life is hollow and we’re better off dead.
Imagine that is how you see the world.
Life sucks. It’s an existence of suffering driven by a desire to ensure more people are brought into this world so that they can toil away ensuring that yet more people are brought into this world to toil away ensuring people are brought into this world.
On and on and on and on.
To Zeke, this is the cycle of violence.
Not war which begets war which begets war, but rather life itself.
One suffering existence that begets another suffering existence that begets yet another suffering existence.
That is the context from which the euthanasia plan came from: it was an extension of this broader world view.
Everyone gets a dose of pain in this world, but Eldians especially get shafted. If anyone deserved release from this nihilistic existence that is “being alive,” it’s them.
Hence, Zeke’s plan to sterilize Eldians so they can die out peaceably.
It’s hilarious how easily Zeke is disabused of this notion.
I’m not sure if it works from a storytelling perspective, but it tracks perfectly with what usually happens when emo philosophy bros like Zeke have their beliefs challenged.
The emo bro will go on a self-absorbed rant about how nihilistic life is. For sake of example, let’s say the reason is because morality is just an opinion and nothing is objectively wrong.
The n the guy he’s ranting to will drop a critique on the bro so devastating that they’re left speechless:
“What about murder? Isn’t murder objectively wrong?”
Emo bro: -surprised pikachu face-
I swear to God this happens a lot. I don’t know if transplanting that into this pivotal storytelling moment works, but I sure as hell enjoyed it.
But, yeah, while we’re talking about philosophies, let’s look at some others.
Armin thinks there is beauty in pointless moments. Moments that are meaningful only for the people who partake in them. They’re an expression of the love they have for each other. Those moments are worth cherishing and protecting.
He’s right, but you know who also thinks that way?
Eren does.
Superficially, anyway.
When Eren starts rumbling the world, he thinks of his friends and the fun they’ve had together. He’s doing it for them.
Of course, he’s hurt them instead, but that’s still his logic, however deranged it may be.
What separates Armin from Eren is their sense of boundaries.
There are places that Eren is willing to push on towards that Armin is not.
For that, Eren thinks Armin is weak. All Eren had to say to him when they spoke at the restaurant was how useless Armin was.
Armin can’t go the distance. He can’t do what’s necessary. He takes options off the table too easily. He wanted to negotiate instead of seeing the truth that war was inevitable.
To Eren, that’s weakness.
In reality, it’s empathy.
Armin cares about people. Even people who hate him.
Eren doesn’t. If you’re his enemy, you’re dead to him, period.
Eren has no soul.
He may have slept under his enemy’s roof, ate his enemy’s food, and saw the good in them for himself, but he’s still killing them.
I don’t care if he’s crying on the inside. I don’t care how many times he said he’s sorry to Ramzi.
That actually makes it worse.
Eren made the calculation, the conscientious decision, that the lives of billions of people across multiple civilizations were worth less than that of his race.
Not even his whole race; just the subset of his race he was most familiar with!
Eren and Armin represent two widely similar, yet subtly different philosophies.
For Eren, the world is beautiful, but you have to do cruel things to protect that beauty.
The world is cruel because it is beautiful.
For Armin, the world is beautiful, but it is plagued by cruelty.
The world is cruel, but also beautiful.
SNK made the right choice. Armin was rightly depicted as the superior worldview.
(I have some gripes about how endemic the series seems to think cruelty is to the world, but we’re ignoring that now.)
Ymir is more of a wild card than I thought she’d be.
It seemed straightforward.
Ymir had been beaten and enslaved her whole life, so when Eren offered her freedom and treated her life a human, she sided with him.
That still looks to be what happened, but it seemed like Ymir also genuinely wanted to destroy the world with Eren.
The world treated her with cruelty, so of course she’d want to burn it all. Makes sense, right?
But Ymir, it turns out, is a lot more complicated than that.
She was beaten, enslaved, raped, hunted like an animal, and after all that, she still believed in this world.
She saw two lovers together, and that embodied what made the world worth getting attached to.
Those two lovers were her conquerors. Her oppressors.
She saw the love between two of her slavers, and instead of resentment or jealousy, she simply knew it was beautiful.
If people threaten his freedom, Eren wishes death upon them.
When Ymir is literally enslaved by them, she still acknowledges the beauty of their romance.
It’s a cool layer of complexity to add to their dynamic. They’ve been through similar shit, but they couldn’t be more dissimilar.
My guess is that Ymir is sympathetic to Armin and everyone came back to life through her help.
I know Armin Zeke the credit for that, but…that makes no sense?
Eren defeated Zeke when Ymir sided with him and he started the rumbling.
Eren, via Ymir, is in control, not Zeke, so it makes no sense for Zeke to be able to do any of this.
The only explanation is that Ymir broke from Eren and now Zeke is her new best friend.
…Yeah, this is the part where I talk about the bad stuff with this chapter.
The exact mechanics of how all of this went down is very underexplained.
Zeke being able to reveal himself like he did can be chalked up to Ymir’s power, but if it’s true this was purely Zeke’s doing, then…how?
How was Zee able to do that if Eren is in control? Why would Eren even put Zeke there instead of encasing him in crystal and keeping him physically close by?
This whole final battle has been very underwhelming for me, which is why I didn’t do a review for the last two chapters.
The premise is pretty bland.
The Alliance’s main opposition in this fight are mindless drones. The titans they’re fighting have no humans inside them, they’re just puppets. NPCs.
What drama there has been here has been the same fucking crap we’ve been dealing with for the past few volumes.
Yes, Mikasa, Eren has to die.
I know this is hard for her, but my patience has run out.
Eren told her to her face that they had to kill him if they wanted to win, and then when the Alliance is riding on Falco’s back, they make the final call to kill Eren and this is the face Mikasa makes.
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Like this is the first time she’s heard it.
This is the face you’d expect from a child, not a grown ass adult. 
That was the moment I became convinced Mikasa would probably die in this fight.
Her head is too far up her ass as this point.
She is utterly incapable of processing the obvious fact that Eren hates her.
Yes, he’s theoretically destroying the world partly for her, but he’s also deranged and too self-absorbed to see that he’s hurt her. He has no real regard for her. 
It is beyond annoying that there has been almost zero progression for her character on this issue.
If by this point in the story, she had accepted that Eren had to die, but was still visibly coping with that, then all would be well.
What’s frustrating is that just when it seems like we’ve progressed past that stage, we learn we haven’t.
I also feel that a lot of the major beats of the fight were pointless.
A major point in the battle comes when Armin gets eaten by the Okapi titan, and Mikasa, Annie, and the rest have to rescue him. But Armin didn’t seem to be in any danger of dying, and him being sent to P A T H S was actually a good thing in the end because he was able to win over Zeke.
The whole deal with the explosives around Eren’s neck was also pretty badly handled.
You’d think the hard part would be getting the explosives to the neck and securing them to it, but nope. Pieck took care of that in a couple of panels, and the real meat of the fight is doing the very last thing they need to do to win.
It’s very tedious and contrived.
Instead of a fight that’s interesting because they have to wrestle their way through titans while carrying the bombs, we get a totally generic fight because the story breezed through the hard part and all they have to do now is push a single button to win.
But in the end that entire sequence was pointless because Armin decides to blow everything up anyway.
Jean’s shining moment?
A total waste.
Reiner’s shining moment...wrangling that worm thing?
Also a total waste.
Armin was going to blow it up anyway. There is no way you can say that Eren would have survived Armin’s explosion but for Reiner and Jean’s efforts.
It just defies all common sense.
So yeah, this whole battle was a pretty lackluster climax.
Looking to the future, I think this is it.
There’s only two chapters left, so we need to start wrapping up. My guess is Eren’s likely dead and next chapter starts the epilogue.
Tally-ho.
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I made a post about all the character’s chances of living or dying by the end of the manga. I figured I’d update those death ratings here.
Eren: Likely Alive --> Lean Dead
Historia: Likely Dead --> Toss Up
Mikasa and Reiner: Lean Dead --> Lean Alive
Annie: Lean Alive --> Likely Alive
Jean and Connie: Likely Dead --> Lean Alive
Pieck: Toss Up --> Lean Alive
Zeke: Lean Alive --> Ded
You’ll notice I’m still rating most of the cast as having a significant chance of dying.
While I do feel that this is probably the end of the battle, I’m choosing to be cautious in my choice of ratings.
Mayhaps Eren will pull a come from behind victory.
Ya never know.
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Can you write something where reader and Roman goes on a vacation but Roman barely pays attention to her and basically takes there relationship for granted by paying attention to other girls. Then reader snaps when he doesn’t come to the hotel room all night. She buys an early plane ticket back to HG and tells Roman there over since he wants to cheat and not pay attention to her. Then a week and half goes by where the reader doesn’t speak to him and his assistant calls reader and tells her to..
You swore If he bought one more round for his group of giggling, nearly naked “friends” at the pool on your vacation, you we’re leaving. The weekend get away you had planned and worried over for the past 3 months, trying to make both your busy schedules work together. This was supposed to be a bonding one on one time, but as soon as you arrived, what could pass for the swedish swimsuit team hadn’t left your boyfriends side.
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Initially you thought they were just some brazen whores, with dollar signs in their eyes, and air in their heads going for the famous billionaire, and although that still accurately described them, they apparaently knew him. How Roman knew half a dozen supermodel swimsuit models was beyond you, but not in the least shocking.
“Why weren’t you at the show this year? I looked for you.” Poofy lipped Barbie asked as she ran a finger down his bare arm. “I was so sad, ask anyone.” She finished with an alluring pout.
You were gonna pull her fucking hair out.
“Oh she is telling you zee truth handsome! She looked so pouty. And not just cuz her lips too.” The other platinum blonde in the group whined. Of course she was French.
“You know I’m a busy man. I can’t go to every Victoria’s Secret show they put on. Even if all my favorite models are there waiting for me to kidnap them afterwards.” He drawled sexily as he winked at them and smirked.
That was it. You we’re leaving! But you weren’t going to make a scene. You wouldn’t give these bitches the satisfaction. You took a few calming breaths and walked up in front of Roman to remind him who he came with. Flashing your brightest smile, you got on you tip toes and whispered in his ear, “you were right. I should of worn my suit under this dress. I’m gonna go throw it on and be right back. Don’t get lost! Do you need anything from the room?” You looked up in his beautiful green eyes and refused to show any of the heartbreak you currently were feeling.
“No I’m good. Already got my suit on and I’m ready to swim. Who’s with me? Let’s gets another round and then everyone in the pool.” He glanced over to you and winked just like he had just done to the other girls and it steeled your resolve.
“Be right back!” You said merrily as you caught the sneer of disdain clearly present on half the girls faces, directed right at you, just as you turned towards your bungalow. Just when you thought that was it, you felt two strong arms wrap around you and you were spun around to be kissed quite passionately in front of his little fan club. Pulling away, you looked up in his smiling face.
“I love you. Miss you already!” He said as he released you and headed back to his lounge chair in the shade. You always joked around with him and called him your little vampire, since he really seemed to dislike it, in more than minuscule amounts.
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If looks could kill, you’d be dead from the glares you got sent your way now. Every woman there was as readable as a billboard, and hardly made an effort to hide their intentions from Roman.
Making your way to the little beach bungalow, you decided maybe you were being crazy and over reacting. He just said he loved you in front of a bunch of supermodels! Was it really a huge deal he was nice to them? They were his friends, and after the huge fight you guys had last week over why you could have male friends, it’d be pretty hypocritical to get mad now.
Throwing your suit on, and putting your hair up in a messy bun, you grabbed your sunscreen and giant sunglasses and made your way back out to find your man. It was kinda funny you were wearing a Victoria’s Secret swimsuit too.
Laughing at how exciting life was with Roman Godfrey, you turned the corner bringing the pool into view and stopped dead in your tracks.
Roman currently had a Topless supermodel straddling his shoulders, as she very Unenthusiastically attempted to get her top back from the other supermodel straddling what appeared to be a Calvin Klein underwear model or fucking professional athlete, in what appeared to be a game of chicken.
All of a sudden it was all too much. They were all too much. Too tall, too gorgeous, too fit, too intimidating, too athletic, too perfect. Those girls were who he belonged with. You didn’t know who you were kidding.
While you know that you werent unattractive, and considered pretty in a lot of circles, you were not a freaking supermodel angel or whatever they called them. You were hurt and mad, but you were also realistic.
No longer in the mood to swim, you headed back to the bungalow and felt like you stuck in a haze. Deciding to lay down for a few minutes, you soon were fast asleep.
By the time you woke, it was very dark and you were still very alone. Turning to the clock it read 11:52pm. You lay there blinking at the clock. It was too late to catch a flight home, but every fiber of your being had no desire to look at your neglectful asshole now ex boyfriend . You weren’t going to think about that now. Right now you were calling the front desk and getting your own room.
Thirty minutes later and you had all your stuff moved to your own room, a flight booked for first thing in the morning, and a sympathetic female front desk person that thought very little of Roman godfreys treatment of his girlfriend. As long as she didn’t give up where you were, you were pretty sure you could get out in the morning realatively conflict free.
By the time 2 am rolled around and not even a text message, you resigned yourself to being cast aside. Turning off your phone and removing the SIM card, you swiftly walked to the bathroom and flushed it before you could think about it. That would at least stop her from being able to talk to him or get messages for a day or two.
That’s all she could mentally handle at this point. One day at a time.
One and half weeks later....
You stared at the ceiling listening to your ringtone for the umpteenth time in a row. Whoever they were, they were persistent. Luckily you really liked the song your phone played when it rang so you just kinda zoned out and wiggled to the beat.
When the song ended, and almost instantly began again, you huffed and marched over, grabbing the phone without looking at the caller ID. “Someone better be dead.”
“Excuse me? Um. I’m sorry to disappoint but everyone here is alive and well. However I have to request that you dress yourself in something business casual and get in the limousine waiting outside.” The clipped unmistakable tone of Romans assistant cane through the phone.
Staring ahead incredulously, you couldnt help but laugh out loud. “Is he insane? I’m not getting into a fucking car. It’s over. Tell him to call Malibu Barbie and eat a dick.”
“Mam, I’m afraid I have to insist that you get in the car. Please I am begging. He’s been a nightmare. He said if I failed to convince you to get in the car, then I’m fired. I am actively looking for new employment, but I can’t afford to be jobless. I know this is unprofessional, but please get in the car and have lunch with the man. That’s all he’s asking.” The assistant pleaded.
You knew Roman was difficult and treated his employees poorly at times. You didn’t want to see him but you also didn’t want anyone to get fired because of you. And free food never hurt anybody..
Famous last words....
“Ok. I’ll go.”
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❪    💕    ❫       WANTED   CONNECTIONS    ╱    last   edited  25/10/20
 under   the   cut   ,   you’ll   find   specific   wanted   plots   for   some   of   my   muses.   i   don’t   mind   doing   multiples   of   a   certain   plot   as   no   one   thinks   alike   and   different   versions   are   fun   to   see.   like   this   post   if   any   catch   your   eye   or   send   me   the   ones   you’d   like   to   do.    #  of   plots   :   fifteen.
❪    🌺    ❫     third   /   win   metawin   fc.
 ONE.   the   two   retail   workers   with   a   love   /   hate   relationship.   could   be   exes   with   a   feud.   if   the   mutant   part   of   him   is   something   you   want   ,   they   could   be   competing   for   employee   of   the   month   but   they   both   know   third   has   an   advantage   with   his   power.   can   be   the   two   employees   who   mysteriously   disappear   then   reappear   again   looking   only  a   bit   messier   than   before.
TWO.   ROOMMATE  !!!!!!!!!   idc   where   i   write   him   ,   third   cannot   live   on   his   own.   not   to   mention   he   has   terrible   spending   habits   ,   and   a   bit   of   a   diva   but   at   least   he   can   boil   water.   not   cook   anything   in   it   but   he   can   for   sure   boil   it.
❪    🌺    ❫     eunhee   /   park   jiwon   fc.
ONE.   karate   kid   but   make   it   gay   -   or   not.   two   very   skilled   competitors   going   head   to   head   each   time   and   on   the   occasion   saying   very   sus   things   to   each   other   on   the   mat   until   eunhee   catches   them   outside   after   a   match   and   flat   out   says   “   tonight   you   should   celebrate   me   letting   you     win   ”   and   they   just   end   up   being   a   kickass   couple.
TWO.   the   fake   partner   !!!    okay   so   quick   background   :   she   was   babysitting   ,   this   one   kid’s   parents   never   came   back   ,   she   didn’t   want   to   abandon   them   so   she   pretended   to   be   their   older   sister   to   keep   custody.   however   ,   the   parents   now   want   him   back   and   their   argument   is   that   the   kid   needs   a   stable   home   so   wallahi  !!  let’s   fake   being   a   family   for   like   4   months   and   then   go   our   separate   ways.   can   be   exes   ,   best   friends   ,   crushes   ,   ANYTHING.
❪    🌺    ❫     neo   /   sing   cheewagaron   fc.
ONE.   let   neo   be   the   chill   guy   who   works   at   the   corner   store   that   gives   you   free   slushies   and   hot   dogs   despite   his   dad   saying   not   to.   he   can   be   their   confidant   ,   their   ride   home   ,   a   shoulder   to   cry   on   ,   the   trustworthy   “   uber   ”   if   they’re   drunk.   
❪    🌺    ❫     grace   /   wang   yiren   fc.
ONE.   what   if   she   started   receiving   warnings   for   not   only   herself   but   a   specific   person   ?   like   someone   she   just  happened   to   sync   with.   so   now   this   random  ,   tiny   ass   girl   is   literally   stalking   your   muse   and   when   they’re   about   to   snap   at   her   ,   she   literally   saves   their   life   and   tells   them   “   i’ve   been   trying   to   prevent   that   from   happening  all   month.   ”   so   now   they   don’t   know   whether   to   be   happy   she’s   there   or   afraid   for   their   life.
❪    🌺    ❫     claire   /   moon   gayoung   fc.
 ONE.   “   my  pr   agent   said   that   if   i   have   a  scandal   i’ll   blow   up   but   i   didn’t   think   that   scandal   was   gonna   be   our   sextape   hitting   the   internet.   i   know   you   don’t   wanna   be   famous   but   surprise!   ”
 TWO.   imagine   if   your   muse   is   a   youtuber  /  internet  influencer  and  when   asked  if   they   like   claire   they   say   no   since   she’s   a   bit   of   a   bitch   so   she   deadass   goes   out   of   her   way   to   convince   them   otherwise.   offering   collabs   ,   v.i.p   tickets   ,   traveling.   plot   twist   !!   she’s   using   them   but   they   can   be   using   her   back   to   gain   more   subscribers.
❪    🌺    ❫     minho   /   kim   rowoon   fc.
none   yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     neem   /   love   pattranite   fc.
none  yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     ning   /   xu   minghao   fc.
 ONE.   give   me   the   clueless   helper   x   hacker   relationship.   originally   ning   can   message   your   muse   anonymously   and   ask   them   to   take   so-and-so   amount   of   money   from   an   atm   at   a   specific   location   and   time.   they   don’t   have   to   believe   him   but   then   he   says   they   can   keep   majority   of   the   profit.   they   do   it   with   ease   ,   leave   ning’s   cut   at   his   spot   and   they   continue   to   do   such.   coincidentally   ,   your   muse   bumps   into   ning   in   person   one   day   and   they   sorta   bash   heads.   until   ning   hacks   their   phone   and   teases   them   about   the   atm   hits.   a   stretch   plot   but   i   like   it.
❪    🌺    ❫     artie   /   cha   eunwoo   fc.
 ONE.   give   me   a   plot   where   artie   works   under   this   prestige   family   company   and   is   sorta   cool   with   the   son   /   daughter   of   whoever   owns   the   place   with   a   sibling   who   may   potentially   take   over   the   company   but   no   one   wants   them   to.   artie   strikes   a   deal   with   them   that   they’d   get   their   position   if   they   help   him   out   in   the   process   ,   which   is   just   a   promotion   he   knows   he   deserves.   however   ,   they   can   lie   and   get   the   position   and   then   have   artie   fired   so   they   won’t   deal   with   him   anymore.   honestly   i’m   just   seeing   so   much   angst   from   this.
❪    🌺    ❫     seungwoo   /   kim   taehyung   fc.
none yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     monica   /   jennie   kim   fc.
none yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     liam   /   kim   mingyu   fc.
none yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     eunchan   /   im   jaebeom   fc.
 ONE.   listen   ...   what   if   eunchan   and   your   muse   was   close   (   can   be   romantic   or   not   ,   up  to  you   )   but   he   fucked   them   over   badly   ...   like   heated   argument   ,   some   things   shouldn’t   be   spoken   fucked   up.   he   could   have   erased   himself   from   their   memory   and   left   them   behind   but   eventually   the   past   catches   up   to   your   muse   and   they   remember   him   when   they   see   him.
❪    🌺    ❫     oliver   /   choi   soobin   fc.
none yet.
❪    🌺    ❫     leo   /   lee   juyeon   fc.
 ONE.   an   arranged   marriage  !!   listen  . . .   as   he   is   “  less   reliable   ”   than   liam   ,   his   dad   believes   the   one   true   way   to   make   him   somewhat   important   is   to   marry   him   off.   he   is   highly   against   this   and   will   be   an   ass   about   the   whole   thing   but   can   have   a  bit   of   a   soft   side   ...   not   really   but   he   can.
TWO.   on   the   run   pals   !!   finally   he   snaps   and   ends   up   accidentally   killing   his   father   and   the   first  person   he   runs   to   is   your   muse.   he   gets   caught   being   there   and   now   they’re   both   being   threatened   to   go   to   jail   so  he   nabs   them   and   they   take   off   for   the   hills.   if   you   want   more   angst   ,   he   could’ve   developed   a   power   in   the   midst   of   the   accident   so   now   your   muse   can   help   learn   to   use   it.
❪    🌺    ❫     zee   /   yoo   jeongyeon   fc.
 ONE.   someone   who   was   in   her   life   from   the   beginning   before   she   got   her   memory   wiped.   they   could   try   to   help   her   discover   who   she   is   (   doesn’t   need   the   power   to   come   back   if   you   don’t   want   the   supernatural   aspect   )   and   rekindle   any   lost   connection   they   had.   i   picture   that   if   she   does   remember   ,   the   ministry   will   be   on   her   ass   again   so   they’ll   have   to   reside   in   the   bunker   she   had   before   getting   caught.
❪    🌺    ❫     junghwa   /   son   naeun   fc.
 ONE.   i   crave   the   plot   where   junghwa   ends   up   trusting   /   falling   for  (   depends   if   romantic   or   platonic   )   someone   who   is   actually   a   mutant.   the   literal   angst   that   will   come   from   this.   her   finding   out   the   truth   ,   hiding   them   from   the   ministry   ,   her   having   to   choose   between   her   uncle   or   the   person   she   truly   cares   for.
❪    🌺    ❫     eunsun   /   choi   yoona   fc.
none yet.
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bigskydreaming · 3 years
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co-superman@work; MYSTIQUE: *walks in* PERSON: "i can't believe she's someone's mother" MYSTIQUE: *shapeshifts* PERSON: *gasps* "MY MOTHER?!?!?!"
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Okay so this is reminding me that @zee-gee was asking the other day about if Xavier and Mystique ever had any romantic history in the comics, and the answer is sorta-kinda? Like, yes, but it was Bendis style romance which means not-very.
Like, basically, for reasons unknown because Bendis’ writing style in the X-books tended to be like less “here is a plot point because Reasons” and more “here is a plot point, NO Reasons, NO explanations, just GO WITH IT and then forget it ever happened, YOU’RE WELCOME”.....
But yeah so for whatever reason, at some point like twenty years ago in-universe or whatever, Mystique just decided, oh hey, I’m gonna pretend to be Moira MacTaggert and get married to Xavier as Moira and we’re gonna have a baby because why not!
And Xavier, who of course is a telepath who knew she was really Mystique the whole time, plus was already good friends with the real Moira and so he was probably already on the phone with her in Scotland when Mystique showed up on his doorstep as Moira and then stuck around for a year, lol what is logic though, its not real.....
Like, Xavier for whatever reason of his own (aka no reasons, no explanations, just go with it), like just....never said anything about the fact that he knew damn well that it was Mystique the whole time and just went with it and they got married even though in his last will and testament he named her as ‘his ex-wife, Raven,’ not Moira.....and so yeah. For about a year, Xavier and Mystique-pretending-to-be-Moira-but-not-well-cuz-he-knew-she-was-never-Moira were married and shacking up together and then Mystique got pregnant with a second generation cue-ball of a baby, and she skipped town, had the kid, dropped him off in foster care as is her patented go-to parenting move, and twenty years later a prematurely bald telepath virtually identical to Xavier in every way showed up whilst leading a new brotherhood of (unironically) evil mutants and said HI I’M HERE TO TAKE MY DAD’S HOUSE AND ALSO KILL YOU ALL FOR KILLING HIM EVEN THOUGH I HATED THAT DUDE LIKE SERIOUSLY FUCK THAT GUY, LOOK I HAVE COMPLEX MOTIVATIONS HERE I AM A COMPLICATED DUDE!
He wasn’t really. At all. He was basically an evil clone of not-all-that-great-to-start-with Xavier, except why make evil clones when you can resort to just acting like Raven has nothing better to do with her time than to be a baby-making factory who births new characters and then dumps them off on other people because she never even wanted them in the first place and writer-bros like Bendis just think THIS IS GOOD BACKSTORY NO?
Fun follow-up on that particular note, one of Chrome-Dome the Sequel’s minions in his new Brotherhood of Unironically Evil Mutants was his younger half-brother Raze.....who basically was a red-haired, blue-skinned shapeshifting Wolverine, cuz you guessed it, like a year or so after playing the Bride of Chucky and giving birth to his unholy spawn, Mystique, who still had not come up with a hobby by then, decides hey what if I go fake being one of Logan’s old lovers (not that he can even remember who half of them are lol so “Faking It” is a bit strong, maybe)....and then WE can get married and I can have his baby that I don’t really want and will just dump into foster care to fast-track his descent into inevitable villainny because hahaha that’s just what happens to mutants whose mommies never loved them DUH.
And thus, after giving it a whole ten seconds of thought and not coming up with any reasons NOT to commit the next year or two of her life to THIS new idea(ish).....Raven then shacked up with Logan for an indeterminate period of time before running off and having Raze and dropping him off at daycare with a LOL see you never kiddo, grow up to be gay do crime and make mumsy proud of you, not that I’ll ever tell you that hahaha I’m such a good mom, take that Kurt and Rogue and your “YOU’RE THE WORST MOM” hot takes, YOU KNOW NOTHING.
And yeah, so Xavier 2.0 and Hi My Name Is Raze, Yes Its A Real Name Real People Have, We Exist grew up to be evil bad guys who are so good at it that despite their fancy pedigrees they made all of one and a half story’s worth of impact before fading into obscurity and never to be heard from again, OH NO, HOW SAD, MUCH WASTEFULNESS.
So in conclusion, do Mystique and Xavier have any romantic history in the comics?
....eh. *shrugs*
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blkgirlcafe · 4 years
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Home Pt. 6
Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)
Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne
Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace
Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.
Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse
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Flashback 5
After that encounter they didn't speak for weeks, they caught each other looking at each other, but for the most part they didn't say anything. One night she came in late, just as he was about to leave, he decided to stay and do a few more around. She went from cardio to free weights and finally her sit ups. As she was doing sit ups, a guy approached her, towering over her. 
Viktor couldn't hear what he was saying but could see the panic on her face. The guy reached out to touch her hair, and Cyra tried to smack it away. Viktor abandoned the sparring bag, approaching her. 
“Dostatnʹo.” Viktor spoke (Enough)
“tse vasha poviya Drago?” the guy laughed. (This your whore Drago?)
“Zalysh yiyi, i ya poshkoduyu tebe.” (Leave her alone and I will spare you.)
Viktor knew his reputation, he had a reputation for being an animal. All he knew was violence and no one wanted to mess with that. He had very little regard for life, his own or others, and people were afraid of that. The guy walked away grumbling, leaving Cyra alone. 
“Thanks.” He helped her get up. Cyra dusted her hands on her pants, “Sorry for snapping on your a few weeks ago, I am just, I don't know.'' She gathered her stuff and started to walk out. 
“Wait!” he didn't mean to yell, “I will walk you home.”
She smiled at him, “You don't have to.”
“I want to, let me get my stuff.” Viktor scrambled to grab his gym bag, stuffing his sweaty clothes in it. He opened the door for her, taking her bag as she walked past. 
“Thanks.”
“No problem. I really am sorry I disappeared for two weeks, I didn't want Ivan to make me.”
“It's so weird to me you call him Ivan and not dad.” she shrugged. 
Viktor shrugged in response, it never occurred to him. 
“I miss home, I miss my brothers.” She said suddenly. The whole walk home, she talked about her home, about her family. Viktor listened intently, he had only left Europe once and that was to fight Creed. 
When they got to her apartment building he didn't want to leave her. 
“Wanna come up, we got leftovers?”
He looked both ways, afraid this was a trick, that Ivan would show up out of nowhere. He followed her up the stairs, the building was a tad bit better than where he lived. He couldn't deny the apartment was warmer in feeling this and Ivans.  Viktor left his bag by the door and sat on the small couch, 
“I will be right back.” She disappeared into one of the bedrooms, coming back a moment later in shorts and a t- shirt. Viktor tried his best not to stare at her but it wasn't working. 
“What are you looking at?” she asked him as she pulled food out of the fridge. 
“Nothing.” he mumbled. She fixed food, warming it up in the microwave. She walked over to him, pulling him off the couch. 
“You don't have to be shy around me.” she said softly. 
Viktor's eyes searched her face, before he bent down and kissed her. They both were surprised, she took a step back, her hand still on his. Viktor snatched his hand away, rushing to the door, grabbing his bag and leaving without saying goodbye. He passed Cyra’s roommate on the stairs as he rushed out.
“What the fuck was Drago doing here, are you okay?”
“Yeah. I was going to give him food but he kissed me and then ran away.”
“Word, bro is weird like leave him the fuck alone.”
“Stop he just, he just...trying.” 
“Yeah, trying to be weird. Anway, I'll eat his food.”
She grabbed the plate and sat down, Cyra looked out the window, he was already gone.
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The fight was in a week, Viktor was stressed, he was barely eating, couldn't sleep. His trainer and manager were on his ass about the sudden change. Everyone wanted to know where Cyra was, why he had cheated. It pained him to lie, he would ever hurt her, or cheat on her. The sport gossip blogs picked it up, adding to his new persona of him being an boastful fighter. People came out the woodwork to, adding gas to the fire. His social media page had grew overnight, the comments ranged from accepts of his new identify to disbelief. 
Viktor has never acted like this, fame has gotten to his head.
Finally Big Nasty, you have earned it, show them how nasty you can get. 
The BDE is gold.
Cant belive he cheated on his wife, she fine as hell. 
Yo he gone wipe the floor with his oppoent. 
When he win there better be 50 bitches waiting for him in the back. 
His manager shook his head, looking through the post. They had companies wanting to sponsor them at the last moment, but Viktor said no. there was already enough attention on what was going on. He sipped the protein shake that was pushed in his head at some point. He had to make weight. 
Ivan walked into the office, wearing a smile, and Viktor just wanted to wipe it off his face. 
“Lets train.” he said to Vikor. 
“No.”
Viktor wasnt in the mood to train, wasnt in the mood to be around Ivan. The more days that passed without his wife home the worst he got. 
“I wasnt asking you.”
Viktor stood and towered over his  father, “You are a guest in my home, you are not my trainer and you are not my manager, act accordingly.”
If looks could kill they both would be dead, his manager came between them, pushing Viktor out the room. 
“Why the fuck is he even here, I dont understand Vik, you can talk to me.”
Viktor just shook his head and went to his bedroom. He laid on the bed, pulling her pillow close, her scent very faint on it. Viktor ended up falling asleep, dreaming of his family. 
Cyra was just out of his reach, he wanted to pull her close but each time he moved forward she moved back. Just behind her was Kazi, he was holding a toy, reaching out for him. 
“Tata I want to come home.”
“Me too baby.” Cyra said.
“Baby I am sorry, I never wanted this to happen.” 
They both faded away, Viktor looked around, trying to find her and Kazi. They had to be here, he could sense them, he could smell them. 
Viktor woke with a start, drenched in sweat. He sat up, looking for his phone, hoping he didnt miss a call. There were no new notifications at all. He went to the bathroom, then down to the kitchen to find food, normally Cyra and Kazi would be down here, the kitchen and attached family room were their domain, Kazi toys were stored in the corner, Cyra bookcase took up a full wall. 
The patio door was open and small snatches of conversation floated in, it was Ivan talking to someone. 
“Chy dobre vony?” (Are they well?)
Viktor took a step back, moving light on his feet.
“Tak, vin lamayetʹsya, vin zaznaye nevdachi.” (Yes he is breaking, he will fail.)
Viktor heart was beating fast, was Ivan behind this, would he do this? But Viktor already knew the answer to that.
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They let her and Kazi out once a day, they would spend hours outside. Sometimes one of the guys would play soccer with Kazi, sometimes it was just them. She never thought of screaming or trying to run away, not wanting to risk Kazi. They would simply kill her, they would make sure he suffered. 
Every few days she was able to speak to Viktor, she was allowed to call Trey, he stayed suspicious of everything. He wanted to see her, facetime her, touch her, anything. She kept the calls short, knowing her brother had the technology to find her. 
Kazi had stopped asking when Tata was coming to get them. She was told his fight was less than a week out, which means they would be fine if everything went according to plan. Viktor kept up his public appearance of being a badass, all the interviews he did he was prideful and boastful, which was unlike him. 
She just wanted to go home, get back to normal, whatever that would be after this. Kazi ran over to her, falling into her lap giggling. She was happy to see the smile on his face, he only smiled when he was out here. In the room he sat there, quiet, holding his toy. 
He stood up in front of her, putting his hands on her cheeks, giving her forehead a kiss. In that moment she broke down crying, because it was the same thing Viktor did to her. 
“Its okay mama.”
“I know baby. Mama sorry.” 
He didnt move, peppering her face in kisses until she started to giggle, she feel back, and they laid on the grass looking at the sky. 
She wondered what Vik was doing, if she knew her husband he was worrying. He didnt say much but boy could he worry. The backdoor opened and that was there cue to head back inside. She gave Kazi a kiss, picking him up.
Flashback # 6
Cyra avoided the gym for a few days but finally went back on Friday night. But there was no one there and that was rare. She approached the front desk, the girl behind her not even bothering to greet her.
“Where is everyone, this place is a ghost town?”
“Drago has a fight tonight, thought you would know that.” she rolled her eyes. 
Cyra was use to the attitude of most of the local people, she get it, she didnt belong. 
“Where?”
“No place for you.”
“I asked where, not your opinion.” Cyra gave the attitude back. 
The girl rolled her eyes again, popping her gum, before writing it down. 
“Starts at 9 Nehr.”
Cyra snatched the paper, knowing the slur that she was just called. 
She rushed home and convinced her roommate to go with her, they had a hour. Cyra changed into jeans and a tee, finding her bomber jacket to wear. They took a cab to the location. They got weird looks the whole time, or she got weird looks. They found a seat third row behind the opponent side. The fighters made there way to the ring and Viktor looked like nothing she remember. His normally shy and bashful expression was replaced with a look of hate and violence. 
The energy of the room was more than she could take, she wasnt use to this. People cheering for others to tear each other apart, people cheering for blood. The fight started, the first 3 rounds passing with hardly any damage. The 4th round his opponent got in a good hit, sending blood flying across the mat. Cyra stood, hands clenched in front of her. 
Her eyes met Vik and he was hit again, she realized that she was distracting him and sat back down. Viktor pushed off the ropes, standing up and getting back in stance. By the 7th round she could tell he was tired, his punches lacked the force from the earlier rounds. 
“End this and now!” Ivan shouted. 
Viktor straightened his back, delivering nasty punch after punch, even when his opponent leaned against him, Vik just pushed him off delivering a devastating uppercut that had his opponent on the ground. The ref counted and the bell rang, the fight over. Ivan bound into the ring, holding up his son arms in victory, you would have thought he made the final punch. 
The two exited the ring, Cyra pushed her way to the barrier that separated the crowd from the walkway. 
“Vik!” he turned to look at her, right eye already staring to close. He walked over, helping her and her roommate over the barrier so they could follow him. Ivan was to busy trying to find the sponsor for his payout to notice. 
Viktor led them to a small dressing room, her roommate waiting outside while she followed him in.
“You okay?” she asked stupidly. 
“I will be fine, what are you doing here?”
“Came to watch you fight, duh, also wondering why you ran after you kissed me.”
His head dropped,”I am sorry…”
Cyra didnt let him finish, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him back. His shoulder sagged almost in relief. 
Cyra bought her hands up to his cheeks, kissing him harder, wanting him to know it was okay, she wanted this too, whatever this was. 
“shcho tse?” (What is this?)
They both looked over, Ivan standing in the door, Anna standing behind Ivan. 
“I just came to congratulate him…”
“I am not talking to you girl. Lets go Viktor.”
“Dayte nam khvylynku, budʹ laska” Viktor spoke. (Give us a moment, please)
“No, lets go.” Ivan looked at her with disgust in his eyes. Viktor mumbled an apology before following Ivan out the door. 
“Damm what the hell was that?” Anna asked. 
“Nothing I guess.” 
That night all Viktor could think of was her. Usually when he won a fight, he floated high off of that for a few days, but even that didnt matter, she did. He snuck out knowing that Ivan was passed out drunk. 
He ended up at her apartment, knocking softly, Sarah answering the door. 
“Ugh you again, its like 3am, little late for a bootycall. Wait here.”
When Cyra saw him, she stopped. Viktor thought she looked gorgeous, in just a tshirt, curly hair everywhere. 
“Vik what are you doing here?”
“I came to apologize for Ivan, he doesn't have a reason to be mean to you.”
“You dont have to apologize for other people Vik.”
“I like you, I’ve never done this before, I dont know what to do.”
She smiled up at him, “You like me?”
“Yes a lot, you make me happy.”
She bounced over to him, hugging him around his middle, he winced from the pain, his ribs still sore. 
“Sorry, you make me happy to Vik. Come.”
She pulled him into her bedroom, the light was flicked off but he could still see the touches of her. The makeup on the vanity, clothes slung over the back of a chair, a picture on her bedside. 
“I swear to god yall better not fuck, these walls are thin as fuck, I can hear giantgtor breathing.”
“Don’t mind her, can you stay?”
Viktor shook his head quickly, not caring that he would have to face the consequences tomorrow. He pushed his sweats down, leaving him in boxers and tshirts and got into bed, she snuggled up to him, trying her best not to touch his bruises. 
“Its fine, I am use to pain.”
“You shouldn't be Vik.” She kissed the underside of his chin, settling into a comfortable silence. 
Viktor got no sleep that night, he stayed up all night watching her sleep, she never left his side. Her scent stayed with him even as Ivan chewed him out the next morning and made him change gyms.
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24 hours before a match 
It was time for the weight in and conference, Viktor always hated these. They obsessively tracked his weight the days leading up, to heavy or light and there was no fight, he had to stay in his weight class. He dropped a lot of weight since all this started, how could he eat without know if his wife and child were. 
After he head the phone call between Ivan and who he assumed was Andriy, he knew that they would be okay, it was all a plan to get him to fold. Viktor would bet his life that both Ivan and Andriy had big money bet on this fight and they needed him to fold so they could get paid. 
All the extra shit was just so he would be embarrass. He thought of he quote that Ivan had always told him when he was growing up, “A fool tells you what he will do, a boaster will tell you what they have done, The wise man does it and says nothing.” He never saw the need to be prideful. It just wasnt his way. 
“You ready?” his manager ask him. 
“Yes.” usually Cyra was here with him, behind the scene, being his cheerleader. He didnt need the huge entourage, the flashy clothes of jewelry, just her. Kazi would be with one of her brothers, watching from home.He wasnt allowed to watch the fights, but the weight ins no problem. All Viktor had on were boxing shorts, he followed his manager to the stage. Dozens of specters watched, cameras out, mics pointed toward the stage. 
The announcer did the usual bout, introducing them. They weighed in, their weight checked before they took their respective seats, this was the part he hated, the interview. 
Drago where is your wife, does she plan to support you even thought you cheated?
She will not be in attendance. 
Why the sudden change, you did a complete 180 on us.
People change.
Needless to say fans are loving the new attitude, they think you earned the right to be boastful.
They are right, I haven't lost a fight in 5 years, I dont have anything else to prove. 
For the most part he kept his answers short, keeping up the facade like he was supposed to.
Finally they were done and Viktor along with his manager and trainer went back to his room, that same room he would prep in tomorrow for the fight. Win or lose he was going home with 2 million dollars. If he won he was looking at 10 million, tack on what he would make from sponsorship it would be a nice purse. 
“Viktor you look dead, I dont believe anything you said on that stage. Man what is going on?”
“Nothing.” he got dress and quickly. 
With Ivan not here he asked to use his trainer phone, he went into the bathroom. 
“Who dis?” Trey answered the phone. 
“I dont have much time, I know who has Cyra and I think my dad is on it. Come by the house tonight.”
“Aigh bruh, Imma be there, but my sis and Kazi better be okay or I will make good on my promise.”
He hung up, deleting the call log. When he came out the restroom still no sign of Ivan, he gave his trainer back his phone and left, wanting to go home.
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Both her and Kazi watched the weight in, Kazi was quiet as he watched his tata on stage talking. Cyra hated seeing him like this, he looked awful, not his normal self. His eyes were dark, the same darkness she saw when she met him in the Ukraine. 
He weighted in as normal, did the interview and rushed off of stage. She just wanted to reach out and comfort him. The day before a match she was always by his side, they needed each other in that way. They kept each other grounded.
After watching the weight in, she and Kazi had dinner. But Cyra wasnt hungry at all. They were given a bathroom run, allowed to take a shower, and her kazi sharing the shower to save time. Once back in their room they laid together while Kazi told her a story, like most children he had the most active imagination ever. 
She wanted to tell him that tomorrow they would go home, that everything would be okay. But she didnt, know sure she could handle the disappointment if something went wrong.
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sorakingdomhearts · 3 years
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I just finished watching all of the Kingdom Hearts game cutscenes in 16 days! Under the cut, my super-long analysis post.
This was such a bad idea and also the best I’ve ever had. I can no longer tell the events of separate games apart, other than the stuff I added to this post’s draft while watching, but it’s given me so much to do in the quaran-times.
I would say my favorite games at this point are KH3, BBS, and 358/2 Days. I actually played through KH3 to like 90 something percent so I’m most attached to it, but storywise Aqua, Ventus, Roxas, and Axel/Lea have the best plots. If I had to pick a top favorite, other than Sora(because. Well. Sora’s my chosen middle name for a reason) I would say it’s Axel/Lea, and Aqua is the world’s closest second.
My favorite Disney worlds are probably Traverse Town for the music, Nightmare Before Christmas for the costumes(both the wintery ones and the spooky ones), Disney Town for the character appearances and aesthetic/colors, and BH6 for the plot/dialogue. Honorable mention to Hunchback of Notre Dame for being the only one I hadn’t heard about before starting this journey AND being a friend’s current hyperfixation so I got to share hyperfix joy with them for a bit.
I think Aqua has the best voice in the series. Especially with BBS 0.2/KH2.8 there’s quite a few scenes where the only dialogue is her talking to herself and she’s got such an emotional, pretty voice to pair with her heartbreaking journey home.
Axel/Lea’s relationship with his name is the same as a trans person with their deadname and I love that for him. For example, in the end of Dream Drop Distance, he gets frustrated with Riku not knowing it’s changed to Lea again but gives up on correcting him because the rest of what’s going on is more important. I’ve definitely done that with people deadnaming me.
On the other side of that coin, in ReMIND Demyx struggles to remember it’s Ienzo, not Zexion, but he corrects himself over and over. He doesn’t seem to want to deadname Ienzo, he just hasn’t gotten used to it yet. I think that more than anything else is what proved to me personally that Demyx really was trying to do something good.
Also, with Axel/Lea, can he not make bad jokes IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS OWN DEATH? Hello?! I said this on Twitter but hey, buddy, I love you dearly but now isn’t the time.
Xion’s name is pronounced she-on, not zee-on like I thought when I read it. Idk why I thought it was that way when I read it printed but it’s not.
Donald is always cute, all the time, and he’s cutest when he and Sora are squabbling like little kids. I love him. Or maybe that’s the Ducktales fan bias creeping in...
Speaking of HEY, WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME HDL AND SCROOGE ARE IN MORE THAN JUST THE KH TRILOGY?!?! What a pleasant surprise to see Scrooge in BBS and to visit Disney Town.
Nobodies make the wobble sound of laminated paper being shaken. I keep thinking about that for no reason.
Does anyone else think Riku saying he can “smell the darkness” on people in ReCOM is weird? Am I just really late to the party, or are we just going to ignore that? Yeah? Okay.
Aqua’s end of Birth by Sleep has some of the sweetest, most poetic dialogue in the series imo. When Aqua and Mickey are talking about Ven, and Sora and Riku talking about hurt within the heart? Yeah. I’ll cry.
Also, another sad scene: Isa and Lea as kids when Lea explains his whole “get it memorized” thing is so he can be remembered and live on, if need be. I cried real tears at that one.
Conversely, some of my favorite sweet scenes are: in the beginning of BBS when Aqua tells Ven and Terra they’d “make the weirdest brothers,” Sora meeting Santa in KH2(I think?) which reminds you hey, these are children, the scene right after they find out Goofy’s not dead and Donald flips out, Lea summoning his Keyblade for the first time(powermove,) and of course the series of reunions in KH3. There’s at least a solid scene or two in each game that really warms my cold sad heart.
Speaking of the KH3 reunions, the best one I think was Xion, Roxas, and Lea’s. At least with Aqua/Terra/Ven they started out with hope, and Aqua and Ven at least had the ability to hold onto that hope to get them through. The ex-Nobody crowd really didn’t have anything. Just the promise that they’d meet again, and maybe not even in this life. I will cry.
Some of the voice casting is surprisingly great. Like, Nala’s voiced by Vanessa Marshall, who did Gamora in the GOTG tv series. Love her. And Hynden Walch who does Starfire is the Alice voice at one point which was such a pleasant surprise.
Also hey, Zachary Levi went so fucking HARD on his voice work. Even Rapunzel has some lines that fall a little flat compared to the tone of the original, like the KH version of the “first time outdoors” sequence. But Flynn Rider has this consistent energy to him that I really love.
In ReCoded I really liked the second-person Mickey narration. Idk why. It just made me super happy.
Hercules is a movie that frequently becomes a level in these games and like every time they continue that trend of Phil’s “I got two words for you” joke like guys, wasn’t the thing in the original that it translated to two words in Greek? Not that he couldn’t count? Anyway that’s the best reoccurring joke. I hate it and love it in equal measure.
One of the frequent things in KH that I love is there’s this sense of ridiculousness to it. Like, it’s a lovely story with excellent worldbuilding and character designs, with a brilliantly complex plot, but like. You get into scenarios like the end of ReMIND, and Sora’s time-travelled to save his dying and sorta already dead friend(Kairi). He’s cradling his other dying friend in his arms and talking about how he found his way to them by tracing the connections between their hearts. Beautiful, poetic, showstopping, right? Except it’s Mickey motherfucking Mouse. You can’t find this anywhere else.
Speaking of ReMIND, the part where Sora connects all the keyhole things? It looks like a starry sky full of constellations? Yeah. Holy fucking SHIT is that pretty. I literally had to pause it twice to absorb the visuals in that scene.
To end off, here’s some of my pride headcanons: Terra and Xion are trans, Ventus and Riku are nonbinary, Saïx/Isa is agender, and Sora is genderfluid. Axel/Lea is pan, Kairi, Riku, and Sora are poly, and Aqua is bi. ((I definitely have more of these but these ones I think are most important.))
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longinglook · 4 years
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I’m answering a bunch of asks about this episode under a read more to avoid spoilers/spamming everyone’s dash with a ton of posts, so if you’ve sent me an ask and I haven’t answered it yet, it’s probably down here!!!!
angry fighter looks hot af but at what cost 😔
they could have kept it. i’m ready to give up angry fighter and naked showering fighter if they take back what they did
not at how i'm more invested in fighter and tutor's relationship than my own but to be fair me and my boyfriend have been together for like 6 years lol and thankfully we know how to communicate
goals omg... where do i get a long lasting relationship with someone who can communicate and is okay with me caring more about a fictional couple than anything else please tell me your secrets
"i don't love you anymore" hurt us more please
I felt so numb at that point I didn’t even register the pain... 
The LineTV version will be worse but we saw how it will end so I can finally breathe a sigh of relief I knew Tutor would push him away at least they got that right and his response hurts so much but after what Fighter did in that scene it makes sense "If you ask me rn I don't love you anymore"
Yup the linetv version was indeed worse. I found it interesting how Fighter stopped because of Tutor’s words and not because he was pushed away. Apart from the whole bed scene which I hated and I will talk about it more in a different post, I also disliked A LOT how Fighter doesn’t apologize. He cries sure, but he’s crying about the breakup, he doesn’t seem to regret or realize how bad what he just did is.
tutor gave him the necklace back but he still has the nametag and string maybe it was a mistake to watch the episode after all
honestly nothing of this episode made sense from a narrative standpoint
electric chair for fight's dad i don't even care at this point just k word him
agreed, it’s all his fault he deserves to rot but also make sure he hasn’t disowned Fighter yet before he d words
Right, I'm sitting down with a large, very strong margarita (which my girlfriend made me, rolling her eyes and saying "what the hell is it with you and these Thai boys"?) and opening the LineTV subbed link. See you on the other side!!
[adele voice] hello from the other side! I wish I had alcohol or a girlfriend to keep me company thoughout this mess
now that deleted scene makes more sense, it explains a bit more why fighter would completely lose it when tutor uses that kid to make him jealous. tutor's plan and the whole scene following it was bullshit but series add some random shit for drama all the time so why am i even surprised. at least he stopped, they talked and tutor told him off. still don't get why it was necessary. him just breaking down in front of tutor would have been enough.
IT WAS COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!!!!!!!! THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME MAD THE MOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS CLEARLY JUST AN EXCUSE TO CREATE MORE DRAMA IN A CHEAP TASTELESS WAY! oh my god you guys I am so upset, I will write more in another post but. I can’t believe they thought this would be a good idea. It completely ruined the rest of the episode for me. The conversation they have right after could have worked just fine without the ab*se, it was a good conversation, Fighter telling Tutor that he has liked him since day one, that it took him a lot to take down his walls and come to terms with his feelings. ALL THAT SHIT BEFORE WAS NOT NECESSARY. NOT GOOD. 
let's be real zee deserves a fuckin' oscar for his performance in the last episodes and todays saint too i was crying like a baby
zee was incredible. last week saint was mvp for me, but this week zee was insane. the scene with his father was so well done. I dodn’t cry because I was extremely upset, and still am, and I didn’t enjoy the episode at all. But I can recognize the amazing performances that Saint and Zee gave us today
the author said she talked to the director and he wants to re-shoot many scenes because he want to emphasize on more pain for both couples??? sir i think we had enough pain thank you very much
the only thing that I want them to shoot is a fucking apology video for thinking this was a good idea
fighter telling his father he sucks at love and that his wife literally ran away from him to be with another man made my day lol like why are you trying to judge someone's else love life when you suck at your own dude
that was amazing! while I was watching the unsubbed broadcast I was praying he’d come out or use the word gay. This wasn’t exactly it, but it still was a very very good conversation that I would have enjoyed more if part 1 hadn’t happened.
zee's acting was so good but i still hate they took that route for fighter like i'm super glad it wasn't romanticized and tutor did kiss him back at some point but that scene could have had the same impact if they just talked istg
yup! zee you’re doing amazing sweetie i’m sure it’s not your fault they made fighter do this. the scene was so incredibly pointless. no words
I know many people are talking about Part 1 as they should for obvious reasons but let's also talk about Part 2 because that was FighterTutor I know and love. Plus Saint was acting so cute like a cat it was adorable and all the little touches between them I just want them to be happy.
I... hated that scene I’m so sorry to disappoint. It felt so out of place after part 1, it made zero sense to have Tutor act that way after what he had said to Fighter and what had just happened. I’ve noticed that fevers tend to be used a lot in bls to show the sick character that this other person is sweet and caring and it’s just so out of the blue and a clear plot device to get Tutor to rethink... It honestly was so unnecessary considering that Zon talks to him after and I’d like to believe that’s what convinces Tutor to maybe fight some more for his happiness. Idk I found the whole chest rub insanely uncomfortable after everything that happened, Tutor was sick and feverish, idk. Also the joke at the start of that scene about Fighter taking advantage of him was AWFUL. WHAT THE FUCK.
no you are right the part with zon was kinda weirdly translated plus the whole text conversation which fighter was reading on part 2 (or was part 3?) isn't translated
the texts say something along the lines of “How are you? I saw you were very sick. I thought about P’Fight’s father. Can I suggest something? I say talk to Fight about his father. There should be a better soultion” (provided by google translate)
fighter reminds me of that one friend i had in college he would just suddenly disappear for days and then come back just to disappear again
I was that friend in college... you can’t just be emotionally available all the time, sometimes you gotta bounce
whyru season 2 with dew and his boyfriend but this time dew will run off all the time leaving fighter on his own
I agree with this
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bluboothalassophile · 5 years
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When You Love Someone...
"Jason! I know Mar'i is here!" Dick shouted at the door. Jason saw his niece trembling on his couch, Ace's fur rose a bit as the large German Shepard growled. Jason motioned for the girl to stay and he walked to the door. He walked out before Dick tried to bust in and stared levelly at his elder brother and his girlfriend; Zatanna Zatara.
"Yeah, she's in there, and you're both staying out here," Jason stated as he locked the door to affirm that.
"We just want to talk to her, Jason," Zatanna started.
"Talk? She's eight!" Jason snapped.
"Jay…"
"No, you two can talk to her when you are sure about what the fuck is going on between you two."
"Jason… I'm… I, I'm marrying Zee," Dick said as he dragged his hands through his hair.
"Then you better explain this to Mar'i carefully when she's ready," Jason warned.
"Jay," Dick sighed.
"Let me be very clear, you two better know exactly what you want to say to her, because she's eight and doesn't understand. What she does know: her mother died, you died, you were gone, then you came back and you were a fucking wreck Dick, now I get that it was a few years back. But God the impression that mess has left on Mar'i! Right now you need to think about her again, You can have what you want, but you HAVE to think about Mar'i. Mar'i's not like Jake. She remembers her mom, she remembers Kori, Dick, so you have to be very fucking careful about what is going on here.
"I don't care who you love or who you marry Dick, I am in Mar'i's corner on this, no matter what. So you and Zatanna, go home, and think about what you two want to say, and then when Mar'i is ready, I'll call you and we can have this talk," Jason said. Dick opened his mouth to object.
"I could go in there," Zatanna offered.
"I had the Queen of Hell herself put up the enchantments princess, you couldn't get in even with an arch angel on your shoulder. Go home, work on what you want to say, then we'll talk."
"Jay, just… just tell her I love her," Dick whispered.
"Sure, now get out of here, go, I have a date with a pretty girl and Lion King!" Jason shooed them off as he walked in. Mar'i was crying into Ace's shoulder which had Jason shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked to the couch and fell on it.
"Let it out squirt," he sighed then lightly toyed with her tangles of flames.
"I want my mommy!" Mar'i shouted and wailed as she threw herself into his chest, he propped his feet up on the battered coffee table and hugged her as he played Lion King again.
"I know, baby, I know, and she's watching over you," he promised as he continued carding his fingers through her hair.
"How do you know that?" she whimpered into his chest.
"You doubt me, kid?" he asked and Mar'i's large, glowing green eyes stared up at him. "She's lives, Mar'i, like in Lion King, she lives in your heart kid. She never left you, moms, they never leave, real moms. They do incredible things for their babies, and she'd never leave you Mar'i."
"But… But Daddy… Daddy doesn't love her anymore, he wants to marry that witch!" Mar'i sniffled. "He doesn't love her anymore. He doesn't love her."
"Oh, Mar'i," Jason groaned and he forced the girl to sit up on his lap. "It doesn't work like that, at all."
"But…"
"Kay, you listen to me kid, you listen very carefully because I will never say it again and will deny it if you say it to your dad. Your Dad and Mom, they were once in a millennium, extinct, rare, one in a zillion, honest to God's be, soulmates."
"Soulmates?"
"Fuck yeah," he smiled a bit. "You should have seen them, Mar'i, they were amazing, that kind of love, that's as real as it gets."
"Like Cat and B?"
"No, what your parent's had, Mar'i… that, That was the kind of Love that rewrites the stars, that legends are written about, and that is the kind of love everyone can only watch and envy. And when Dick lost Kori, when he lost your mom…
"You lost your mom, but your dad, he lost his best friend, his lover, his world, his sanity, his sun, and moon, and stars, you cannot even begin to fathom what he lost, Mar'i. And he still loves Kori, he will always love your mom, until the end of his days, and beyond," Jason said softly.
Because he could see that, Dick would never love another as he had and did Kori. It had taken a few punches, a few harsh words, a year of forcing Dick to gather his shit together, and then Dick had been good. Dick had probably resigned himself to a life of solitude and being a dad. Then Zatanna had befriended him, and yeah, Jason could see how Dick loved Zatanna in that quiet way, but it was nothing like what Dick had had with Kori.
"Have you ever been in love?"
"Mar'i…" he groaned.
"Have you!?" the girl persisted.
Jason stared at those demanding green eyes, as she stared expectantly at him. He could deny it, he could tell the kid off; he had to Dick, Cass, Tim, Duke, Damian, Terry, Helena, Lian, Roy, Donna, Artemis, Akila, Bruce, Selina, Harley, Ivy, Victor, hell, even Bizzaro. And he had told Mar'i off before, and with Matt and Jake, he had left it be; for now.
"Yes, I've been in love," he answered carefully.
"Would you ever love another!?" Mar'i demanded.
"It would depend," he said.
"On what?" she growled.
"On me, life, time, the other person, chemistry, Mar'i it's a hell of a lot more complicated than Disney makes it out to be" Jason stated as he caught her shoulders and stared levelly in her eyes. "And I am NOT a good example of loving someone."
"Why not?"
"Mar'i," he started to say 'it's complicated', but it was really more of he was complicated and he couldn't mess up one of the few good things he had going in his life.
"Does she know?"
"Probably," he answered. Raven seemed to know everything else about him, and she was an empath, it would not surprise him if she knew.
"So you really do love Rae?" she whispered.
"Yes, I do," he admitted reluctantly.
"Do you love her like Daddy loved Mommy?"
"It's different Mar'i," he said. "And Dick still loves Kori, it's not past tense, kid, it'll never be past tense for them."
"But… if Rae died…"
"Did that kid, it sucked. And no, I didn't fall in love again, because I don't do love or relationships, I don't do it, Mar'i, so you are talking to the wrong guy here," Jason warned her.
Mar'i reluctantly nodded as she curled up against his chest, he dropped his arms and stared blankly at the television. He had been fifteen when he had first encountered her, he had been twenty when he had first, officially met her, he'd been twenty-one when he realized he fucked he was because he did love her. Real love, and it wrecked him because she was everything to him, and the first friend he had ever had in his memorable life. First person to look at him, not see the scars, the tats, the trauma, the cruelty he was capable of, the first person to see him, and just accept him. He fell for her, and he was fucked because he fucked up everything so he wasn't fucking up their friendship.
"Did you love her, even… even…"
"I have loved her since I was twenty-one, Mar'i. I have loved her even when she was dead, I loved her when she didn't even remember who she was, I love her even when she's not here, kid. I love her, and I don't think that very annoying fact is changing any time soon for me."
"Do you want to not love her? Forget Rae?"
"I don't want to love her kid, but that's for complicated reasons, as to forgetting her; I couldn't forget her even if I had amnesia."
"What if Daddy forgets Mommy?"
"Dick couldn't forget Kori, Because your mom, she's unforgettable Mar'i. And Dick marrying Zatanna doesn't change that, all you dad marrying Zee does, is… is gives him a bit of happiness. It's not about loving your mom less, it's different, Mar'i. It's not replacing your mom, or what Dick had with Kori, it's Different."
"Can I… can I stay here?"
"Always, kid, I'm always in your corner, and you can always be here," Jason grinned at her as he tugged on her hair affectionately.
"So you really love Rae?" Mar'i asked quietly against his chest.
"Yes. And your to tell No One, understood?"
"Why?"
"Because, it's complicated and my business."
"You should be with her if you love her," Mar'i whispered.
"How about you, and everyone stay the hell out of my love life, sweetheart," he warned her.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"That's a bad reason."
"It's my reason."
"Why wouldn't you…?" Mar'i started.
"You'll understand kid, when you love someone," he promised. Love wasn't about any one person, it was about putting people before one's own self. And Jason might love Raven, but he wasn't fool enough to ever think that he'd be good for her, or that he deserved her. Hell, her gracing him with her presence was baffling to him at times. Loving her was bamboozling to him, and he couldn't find the exact moment that their friendship had shifted for him, but it was so startling and confusing he wasn't sure he'd ever find it. To him, loving her, it was a fact of his life now. But what was also a fact was that he was bad for her as anything other than a friend. She might be a demon, but she was WAY too good for him.
"Do you think Raven loves you?"
"If she's smart, no, but love isn't always smart."
"That's not an answer."
"I think that Raven cares about me, more deeply than I can understand. She's Raven, Queen of Hell, master of apathy, and indifference. If she loves someone though, that is her business until she should want them to know."
"That's not a no."
"No, it's a solid, I don't know."
Jason could admit to mutual attraction, they had mutual interests, years of friendship, and they were solid together. But Raven's boyfriend was a complication to their feelings; well, not their feelings, but their relationship.
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lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: oOoohohOhoh im in love w judas.... ju-Das juda-ah-ah... i rly missed jude tbh so i decided to bring him in as a second. i hv faith i cn manage jugglin i... ...... .. . have faith. in case u dnt kno it is me (nai) n this is like. the one (1) male chara iv ever managed to play longer than jst a few weeks. truly jst Zee Fruit Of My Womb! bt anyway. jst gna leap right in to the intro. we die like men
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me in the voice of a card magician performing on the street: round up round up pick a pinterest any pinterest!
ta-da it’s aesthetics:
lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger's rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying "fuck off" to inanimate objects
about tha Bitch:
he hd to do community service bc he kind of... hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he... stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like... drivin around the place sort of... tryin nt to cry.....KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw... broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room....... n thts where hes been 2 explain his absence to any of u whose charas had... connections w him Way Back When
in a new development in terms of sexuality i jst am nt quite sure....... hes always thot he ws straight... fooled around w a 90s hugh grant lookalike once n ws jst a bit like :/ my rocks rnt blasted off? bt who knows wht the future holds... who KNOWS wht the future holds ladies n gentlemen
frm this point on i wnt lie iv pasted in his old intro bc. a bich is lazy! a bich is predictable! and a bich! is! unapologetic!
born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was bornthey just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do
spoiler alert: tht didn’t work outthey were ok to him like they weren’t abusive or anything like that bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plansthey literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they even knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care one bit
they were both suuuuper into the arts. they’re both rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a rly successful gallery in san fran
as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws their son forcing them to b responsible n look after someone else. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh fgkhdfgh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed
bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit, especially kerouac, n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing. i mean he’s gd bt… Calm Down Judepersonality wise he acts out sometimes bc he’s so frustrated. he tried rly hard to be someone his parents wld care abt by doing wild or stupid things so he’d hav funny stories to tell them n tbh sometimes it works n he gets them to laugh w him but it isn’t a parent/son bond n it never rly wil b. 
he’s rly sarcastic, sleeps around a lot, has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably draw them n get rly defensive if they find out abt it fkjgdhfkj bcos he’s an Independent Boy without a sentimental bone in his body. or so he says. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women. tries to b? a feminist bt sometimes fucks up n offends ppl n is like dam..... my bad fr :/
he has p bad insomnia so he like never sleeps fgjkhfgjkf he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot
ANYWAY that aside he’s at lockwood doing fine arts. he luvs painting n photography n philosophy n all tht. a pretentious fiend sometimes? maybe_so.gif
ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges along that Dramatic model jawline. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a good time. o and he’s That Guy that would die fr morrissey (his vibe not personality bc i hc jude was depressed n shut himself inside all day when he actually found out what a dick he is dfjkfhg) and all that stone roses the smiths etc stuff music wise. HMU FR PLOTS!!!!!! i’m down fr anything
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I’m Mars and I made band ocs out of my love of music ;0 Under the cut ofc there’s 22 of them. Their designs aren’t 100% finalized since I did use picrews but yeehaw. Send me asks abt them or something I’m dying to ramble here.
Quick info: - Something Wild is more pop punk, Karma 2.0 is more punk rock/grunge - They’ve been rivals since Tish and Kasey first saw each other
SOMETHING WILD:
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- Tish is the lead singer and founder. 20 years old and she’s already a total anarchist with no self control. Her gecko is named Winston the Eighth despite being the first of his kind. Has been to jail like 16 times or something. Trans lesbian. - Scott is the drummer and honestly? Horny rights. 21 years old, his rat is named Abbott and his cat is named Costello. He and Ryan have an off and on rivalry and relationship, aka they fucking hate each other but sometimes they kiss. Mia’s foster brother. Trans gay. - Ryan is the lead guitarist of the band and Tish’s friend since 1st grade. He’s 20 and on his 16th birthday he jumped off his roof into his pool. He would attack Scott if he didn’t have a massive crush lmao. Masc nb gay. - Zee is the second guitarist and a weird ‘half-hipster half-hates hipsters’ type of person. 22 years old. They radiate ‘i stole from a bank once but no one can prove it, not even me’ vibes. They love their gf’s a lot. Nb bi. - Magdelena is Ryan’s twin sister, 20 and ready to run into the woods and become a hermit at any time. Celine and Zee mean the world to her and she’d do anything for the two fo them. She’s the band’s bassist and honestly doesn’t like Tish but she does like money and fame. Cis bi. - Celine is the band’s favorite roadie (seeing as she’s dating 2 of the members lmao). She can play keyboard and is sometimes hiding offstage with one. 20 years old with a heart of gold. She's selectively mute and often times Maggie or Zee speak up for her. Trans bi. - June is the band’s manager because Tish is a complete moron all of the time. 24 and met Ryan and Maggie in a shoe store and since then has taken care of their group of idiots. Massive crush on Kara but is always too busy to actually ask her out. NB lesbian. - Layla is Tish’s older sister and spoils her baby sister so much. She’s the one who always bails Tish out of jail without regards of why she was ever there. Supports the band from a distance since she works at a cable company and can’t really travel. She’s 25 and sees Ryan and Maggie as other younger siblings. Cis bi. - Mia is Scott’s foster sister after her parents moved away without her. She loves him to death but to everyone else she’s a total brat. Despite being 15 and needing decent schooling, she travels with the band and just does online school. She’s really good on the guitar like her brother and wants to start her own band some day. Cis and ??? - Stella is Mia’s only real friend and they met during one of the band’s tour shows. She’s the chillest person you’ll ever meet but she’s also a major humans rights activist. She’s an amazing singer at 16 and Mia wants her to join her future band. Trans bi. - Kara is Scott’s ex girlfriend from when they were in 7th grade and both thought they were straight. She helps June with the band and sees Celine as the younger sister she never had. 21 and although book smart, she sure isn’t street smart. Crushing hard on June. Cis lesbian.
KARMA 2.0:
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- Kasey is the lead singer and once won a singing competition at 14. Now she’s 21 and her solo career has been totally forgotten. She thinks Tish is the worst person on the planet and will go to great lengths to destroy Something Wild’s career. She loves her crew beyond believe though. Dating Rose and loves her so so much. Cis lesbian. - Isabelle is Kasey’s younger sister by 3 years and will do anything her big sis asks of her, even down to the most illegal thing. She copies Kasey all the time, even in hair color and actions. She’s the band’s bassist and one of the most well known bassists in the punk rock circle these days. Trans bi. - Kaia wanted to be a zoologist as a kid but her school career went downhill fast and she accidentally got swept up in the music world. She’s the band’s lead guitarist and despite it not being her first choice, she loves being part of the group. She’s dating Leo and they’re a cute as hell couple. Trans bi. - Elijah is Kasey’s best friend and the two tell each each other every little thing, Eli even being the one to convince Kasey to start a band. He’s the drummer and loves it so much. He doesn’t really approve of Kasey wanting to end Tish’s career but doesn’t say it. Trans bi. - Neo is the group’s second guitarist and honestly can’t bring herself to care about drama, she just wants to play. She and Winona used to date but now they’re best friends. She’s developing a game on the side of her band career and plans to leave Karma 2.0 once her gaming company gets traction. Trans lesbian. - Rose has looked god in the eye and wasn’t impressed. 21 year old daredevil without a care in the world (except loving and cherishing her gf Kasey). Terrible memory from a childhood accident but that doesn’t get her down. Cis lesbian. - Nebula went to jail for robbing his landlord. His childhood friend Kaia bailed him out and since then he’s been the band’s tech guy as payment. 22 and can’t do anything well, but can do many things decently. Helps Neo out with her game all the time. Crushing on Elijah. nb gay. - Winona is just here for a good time really. She’s doing an online college course to be a nurse since she wants to support both of Neo’s careers rather than being stuck in her hometown in a boring college. She’s got a love for graphic design and usually makes all the band’s posters. Cis bi. - Harper is Winona’s older sister and she helps Kasey manage the band and set up their gigs and tours. Of everyone in the band, she’s the one who helps Kasey the most with her take down plan of Something Wild. Her heart is in the right place but her greed takes over at times. Cis bi. - Leo is the only real functioning adult of the group despite being the youngest at 20. She’s actually only there to support Kaia, since she prefers country music to the loud, annoying, punk that Karma 2.0 plays. Trans lesbian. - Samantha is Neo’s co-developer and seriously disapproves of her friend’s band life. Self proclaimed ‘queen of the computers.’ She’s reserved and keeps away from pretty much everyone but Neo. Cis bi.
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