#hy do you believe his words?????????

[i-bring-crack]

#rant but really rubs me the wrong way how they say juhee wouldnt be compatible for jinwoo because she was always frustated by him being a #burden #when she never even said that #like actually #even once #all we see is jinwoos point of view where he thinks he was always being a burden for her #and all we know about her is that she had always been there to heal him. #that she had felt bad about scolding him too much and softened up considerably afterwards #that she even asked him out on a date #she had solely focused on his injuries back at the kartenon temple #she had been worried about him and asking where he was as soon as she started going on raids. #and also people tend to forget that ONLY after giving back jinwoo the essense stone did she finally think of retiring #jinwoo is such a screw of an unreliable narrator especially when it comes to people around him lile bro #hy do you believe his words????????? #anyways the rest i think speak for themselves #cha hae in was there to hear him out about the death of his father in their date. #he opened up and she heard him thats nice #park heejin #despite knowing jinwoo was possibly far stronger she still tried to fight off a bear #to get them to safety #solo leveling #cha hae in #esil radiru #lee ju hee #i dont need to explain esil she is a menance of her own

[lostinforestbound]

i loved the rolan hair greying post!! poor baby 🥹 it got me thinking about more domestic life with rolan. if i may, may i request a rolan fic where he walks in on tav being insecure with their body and he makes tav feel better? no worries if you don't want to do the request 😊

I'm so glad you loved the Rolan Greying headcannons so much! I absolutely loved doing this request! Exploring domestic life with Rolan was so fun, I hope you enjoy this one! If there's tags I may have missed, please let me know!

Perfection

In their mind, their life is becoming close to perfect. Sow hy do they carry so much resentment towards themselves?

Word Count: 1.1k (AO3 TBA)

Relevant Tags: Body Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Death of Companion character

This whole adventure was one giant mess. Battle after battle, it never stopped, and it felt like it could go on for the rest of its days. They strained their body to its limits, a tadpole constantly giving them the worst headaches they've ever experienced, and their injuries have been life-threatening more than once; they're so, so tired.

So when Cal offered that room in the tower in passing after Lorroakan's defeat, they didn't take it too seriously; there was no way they could rest now, not this easily, and they doubted Rolan would let them stay. They wouldn't believe it, they couldn't believe it. Respectfully, they thought Rolan was a prickly bastard, even if at some points they found that cute. They were surprised when the new archmage encouraged the option for them to stick around. They noticed the way Cal and Lia smirked at each other when their brother did so, as if they knew something they both didn't. They didn't pay any mind to it at the time.

But when the brain was finally defeated, that's exactly what they decided to do, their heart longing for a true home after their stressful endeavor. Being able to stay somewhere permanent sounded wonderful. Unusually, they found their home in Rolan, which was a pleasant surprise. At first, it was teasing each other and bickering across the room; at some point, it turned into flirting, stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Then, after getting tired of dancing around with compliments, they pushed Rolan against the wall and devoured his mouth, which was met with enthusiasm by the pinned tiefling.

Living this domestic life with him and his siblings is incredible, and while their relationship was relatively fresh, they know in their heart they want to live like this for the rest of their days. Waking up next to the handsome tiefling every morning is like a dream, seeing genuine relaxation paint his features as he stays nuzzled in their neck. They'll do their usual routine, running their fingers through his hair to encourage him to wake up, even if he may complain about it with a grumble. They'll share coffee and breakfast with Lia and Cal before they all get to work for the day. Then after a long while, they'll usually meet up again at the tower for dinner, courtesy of Cal loving to cook for them.

In their mind, their life is becoming close to perfect.

So why do they carry so much resentment towards themselves?

Hair still wet and freshly out of the basin, they stand in front of a full-body mirror as they settle in undergarments. They had to pause for a long moment, looking at themselves with a depressing, tired look on their face.

Their body is covered in so many scars from their adventure. Not only are they ugly, but they are a reminder of their failures. Scrapes on their knuckles from their struggle in the Nautiloid, freshly kidnapped. Slices on their arms from shadow creatures and nurses after discovering Arabella's parents, Locke and Komira, dead in the House of Healing. The massive burn on their shoulder from Ketheric's Warhammer, completely shattering the bone within. Cuts where Orin tore into the flesh on their back, where they couldn't save-

They shake their head with a sharp sigh, wishing that their skin was clear of their deformities. The more they stare at themselves in the mirror, the more disfigured they look, and the more insecure they get. How does someone like Rolan, the archmage of Ramazith's tower, find this attractive?

Being so distracted, they don't see Rolan standing by the door in his adorable blue nightwear. They don't see him looking at them with light concern, eyes tracing up and down their body. They don't hear him carefully approach them, not wanting to startle them. But they do feel his hand on their bare back, looking at them through the mirror while standing beside them.

"I was wondering when you were coming to bed. You had me worried! How selfish of you, am I supposed to sleep without you?" He complains lightly in his usual dramatic way.

That does make them laugh, though it is short-lived. Their body is now extremely distracting to them.

Rolan notices their distant look, the glaze that comes over their eyes as they look at the qualities of their skin.

"You look wonderful. You do know this, right?"

"Rolan-"

He holds a hand up to gently interrupt them, eyes soft. "Please, let me finish."

Taking a deep breath, he wraps his arms around them from behind and rests his head on their shoulder before speaking again, "You're lovely. Every part of you I cherish, and I will do so for as long as you let me. You look perfect to me."

They lean back against his chest, eyes closing as they subtly blink away tears.

"And besides, your scars- well-" He coughs, looking away.

At first, they fear that is a bad sound and quickly glance at him through the mirror, but they only see the blush on his face and ears that he fails to hide away.

His nose scrunches up in a way they always found endearing, knowing full well he's embarrassed. "I find them quite attractive."

"Oh, do you now?" They tease, a smile finally returning to their face.

He rolls his eyes. "Please, if I found them unattractive I would be very vocal about it."

They raise a hand and trace an index finger along the edge of his ear. "I know just how vocal you are, Rolan."

"You are a godsdamn tease. Menace!" He exasperates, his skin only getting redder by the second as they laugh.

He's always so easy to tease, and they secretly love his little embarrassed outbursts. It's adorable to them.

With a gentle pull of their hand, they let him lead them to their bed, feeling his tail curl around their thigh as they do. As they settle down, they cuddle close together, and they notice how Rolan's hands trail all over them. His fingers trace everything they thought of as imperfect, especially the scars that they detest. It's not teasing, nor is it sensual like other nights may be.

It's worship.

He pays special attention to the scar on their shoulder, two fingers tracing the edge of it as he speaks up, "Ketheric did this to you?"

"He did."

He gently presses a kiss to it, pulling them closer to his body. "It hurt, I assume."

"It did, but the bastard's dead, so who got the last laugh?"

They both giggle as if on cue, and he starts kissing them all over their face, making them blush.

Maybe their scars can mean something heroic, instead.

#rolan #bg3 rolan #bg3 fanfic #forest-writes #rolan x tav #rolan x reader #holy rolan empire

[bruh-2004]

𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒆 (𝒁𝑩𝟏)

SYNOPSIS: you are the girlfriend of Kim Taerae, son of the pastor of the Church in your city, in the view of both families you are obedient and an example of a Christian couple, but only you know what your relationship is like between four walls.

WARNINGS: masturbation on both sides, explicit sex, inappropriate words for children under 18. THIS ONESHOT IS NOT INTENDED TO OFFEND ANY RELIGION OR THE ARTIST'S IMAGE.

Here you are, feeling like you were going to cum faster than the other two times, you and taerae were in a 69 position, you sucking (actually trying to suck) his cock while he fucked your pussy with his tongue.

Damn, it was incredible how he could stick his tongue so deep inside you, unfortunately you had to hold back as much as possible to avoid moaning loudly, you were sleeping at his house, who in this case still lives with his parents who are believers, and what's worse, His father is the pastor of your church, if they saw you now they would definitely kick you out on the spot and you would be forced to end the relationship.

You felt your legs shake as he flicked his tongue side to side in your pussy, his dick also needed your attention, but how would you be able to concentrate when he was better than you at oral?

- "Why did you stop sucking me? Can't you concentrate?

Your boyfriend mocked you, slapping your buttocks and leaving a little kiss afterwards, if there was one thing in this world that taerae wasn't, it's a saint.

- "How will I be able to concentrate if you suck me so well?"

Taerae laughed and you felt two of his fingers moving on your clit, you bit your lips and tried to suck him again at the same pace as his fingers, a goal achieved as you heard him moan softly.

- "That's it, like that... You suck me really well too, baby"

The boy went back to sucking you, still fucking your clit with his fingers, again you struggled to concentrate, your legs didn't take long to start shaking again, Taerae grabbed one of your buttocks eagerly, making you moan a little loudly. You heard footsteps down the hall and started to get scared, you looked at Taerae and he motioned for you to be quiet, obviously you obeyed.

- "Taerae, son, is everything okay there?"

His father's voice was heard, you bit your lip hard when you felt the boy's two fingers penetrating you, he really wasn't afraid of danger.

- "Yes, father, why?"

- "I was passing by and I heard a sound, it sounded like a moan... Is Y/N in any pain?"

You looked at each other and he laughed, fuck his smile made your pussy contract around his fingers.

- "She has a little colic, but she already took some medicine, now she's trying to sleep"

- "I understand, I hope she's okay then, anything just call"

- "Yes sir!"

The men walked away and his naughty smile made you finally cum on his fingers, Taerae removed his fingers from your intimate area and you got off of him, throwing yourself on the bed.

- "Tell me love, where did you learn to lie so well!?"

- "It's a gift I think... Wait, why did you lie down? We're not done yet!"

You looked at him shocked and realized he was serious, you wondered how he could handle so much energy.

- "But baby, I already came for the third time! You fucked my pussy three times in different ways!"

- "So what? We almost became Americans because of you, and you didn't make me come this time"

You sighed in surrender, and no, you didn't feel obligated to do so, on the contrary, you would never get tired of him, you would always want more and more of him. Taerae asked you to get on all fours for him and so you did, soon you felt him caressing your buttocks, you felt his dick brush your entrance and you moaned softly letting it be known that you still wanted more, Taerae laughed and got closer to your ear.

- "Sex only after marriage, ha ha, it seems like I could wait so long to fuck you every day"

His words only made you more excited.

- "Taerae... Please... Fuck me again..."

- "You're so hypocritical, love, it doesn't even seem like you were complaining and playing hard to get... But you need to be punished, and I need to cum, so let's go to our fourth round."

After that, you just saw stars. His dick entered you with such force and ease that you had to cover your mouth with one hand to keep from screaming with so much pleasure, Taerae began to thrust into you with desire, knowing exactly where your g-spot was.

You didn't know how, where and why he managed to be somewhat addicted to it, but you loved it, you couldn't deny that you were too. Taerae grabbed your hair pulling it back making you look at him, the boy smiled at you and kissed you.

He couldn't hold back for so long, he needed to cum, and so did you, so he sped up his movements, trying not to be so rough so the bed wouldn't hit the wall. You both came, and he ended up cumming inside you, this information only made you more excited... It was dangerous, but dangerous can be fucking exciting.

- "I needed this so much that I couldn't even get out of you, I'm sorry baby"

He said, pulling out of you, your body fell onto the bed, now feeling completely exhausted. Taerae helped you with all the aftercare, when you were clean and dressed, ready to sleep, he hugged you from behind and left a kiss on your neck, being a totally different taerae from the taerae of a few minutes ago.

- "I love you tae... And if we weren't so young I would love to have your child"

You said, hearing him laugh, Taerae turned you to face him, the boy left a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, you hugged him back.

- "I love you too Y/N, and yes, I would love to be a daddy too... One day we will make this dream come true, but now let's focus on sleeping, before we decide to have new children"

He spoke in a joking tone, you laughed even though you knew the joke was wrong, you complemented each other, you were both crazy and not at all holy.

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 taerae #kim taerae #taerae x reader #taerae smut #zb1 smut #taerae imagines #zerobaseone taerae

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Hybrid NoMin) 5.7k, yandere, cages, manipulation, claw marks, bullying, breaking and entering, assault (@starillusion13)

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Jaemin didn’t trust anyone, let alone a human. Yet for some reason he believed your words. He stared down at the outstretched hand before hesitantly reaching for it. To his surprise you didn’t slap down some cuffs, or pin him to the ground, or hurt him in any way. You merely took his hand and helped him to his feet. Everyone else that was gathered around had a disgusted look on their face, eyes glued to him.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“… where?”

“I own a hybrid house. It can be your new home if you want it to.”

Jaemin nodded slowly, bringing a smile to the girl’s face. The girl kept a hold of his hand and led him over to her vehicle. It was a normal car, and not some big animal control van. That put him a bit at ease, but he was still nervous. The girl opened the passenger door for him, letting him ride in the front next to her. Once he was in she got into the driver’s seat.

“You don’t have to be scared. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know.”

Jaemin had never really been in a car before, so he held onto the seatbelt. The drive was smooth, and after a bit of driving all the buildings around disappeared, replaced by wide open space. By then Jaemin was a bit relaxed, staring out the window with intrigue. Soon enough he could see a big house down the road, and a few other buildings around it.

“Wow…”

“It’s nice, right? And it looks better on the inside.” The girl chuckled. “By the way, what’s your name? I didn’t get to ask back there.”

“… jaemin…”

“A pleasure to meet you, Jaemin. My name is y/n.”

“… thank you…”

“No need to thank me.”

You pulled up to the garage, stepping out of the car. Jaemin got out as well, taking in the fresh air and looking at his surroundings. There wasn’t much around but he could see others running around the field.

“Come on, let’s get you situated.”

Jaemin followed you into the main house. Just as you said, the place looked just as nice inside. There were pictures on the wall with you and other hybrids, letting Jaemin know that many different breeds were around. Soon enough he could smell the mix of scents, along with joy. So far all his senses were telling him this was a good place. He followed you to an office, being asked to take a seat in front of the desk.

“… this place… it’s yours?”

“I own the land and property, but I want you to think of it as your home.”

“… my home… you said this was a hybrid house?”

“Yup.”

“… what does that mean?”

“It’s not common, but it’s like a shelter for hybrids. You’ll get your own room, and have access to everything in this place. You’re more than welcome to stay here forever, but if you want to find a home of your own, I also help with hybrid adoptions. Only if you want to of course. Your time here isn’t predetermined, it’s up to you.”

“Oh… that’s very nice…”

“So let’s get you started.” You took a seat and put down some papers. “I just need some simple information from you. Your name, type, any allergies or dietary restrictions, any special needs you might have, and if you’re looking to be adopted. We can mark no for now and come back to that last question any time you want.”

“Alright…”

“Well, I have your name, and going by the cute ears you must be a cat, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Cool.”

After the paperwork, Jaemin got a tour of the place. He was shown around the main house and other facilities. There were donations that he could go through in order to get a change of clothes, but you figured you could do that after he’s gotten some food in him. You took Jaemin over to the cafeteria, hearing his stomach growl.

“You must be hungry.”

“A bit…”

“Well you can have as much as you like.” You looked around for a familiar face. “Oh, Renjun!”

You took Jaemin’s arm and pulled him along towards another cat hybrid. The other smiled, looking at Jaemin curiously.

“Hi y/n.”

“Hi Renjun. I brought a new hybrid here today and I was wondering if you could keep him company and help him settle in.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem. Hi, I’m Renjun.” He held his hand out. “You?”

“Jaemin…” Jaemin shyly shook the other’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same here.”

“Alright. I have somethings I need to do. Jaemin, I will come by after the lunch hour to get you clothes and show you to your room, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you later.”

The two boys waved you off and then proceeded to get in line for food. Renjun was friendly and more than happy to let Jaemin know about this place. He was also nice enough to introduce him to other hybrids and they all sat together to eat.

“This is Mark, he’s a dog, and Haechan is a cat, Chenle is also a cat, and Jisung is a dog too.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Welcome to the house.” Mark smiled. “You’ll like it here.”

“So what… like what is this place?”

“It’s a hybrid house. Basically a shelter for us.” Haechan explained. “Y/n’s really great. She takes in all kinds of hybrids, whether they’re from the streets, or abandoned by their owners. This place is also like an adoption center. For those of us that want to be adopted she helps to make sure we’re good candidates.”

“Yeah, she has an open house once a month.” Chenle added. “A bunch of humans come over to hang out and adopt some hybrids. Don’t worry though, if you don’t want to be adopted, it doesn’t matter how much someone offers or begs, she won’t let you go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Legally speaking she’s our owner.” Jisung said. “All of us, so what she says goes.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”

Jaemin was glad to have made some friends on his first day here, and learn more about this place. He was glad to be here. Of course it wasn’t just free housing, all the hybrids contributed in some way. They took on chores, whether it was helping with the kitchen stuff, or house chores, or maintaining their home. It was a good deal, and everyone followed the house rules. Just as you said, after lunch you came by for Jaemin, taking him over to the donations and letting him pick some things out before showing him his room.

“This… is mine?”

“Yup. You’ll get the hang of laundry as you adjust, and you have a list of house rules on the back of your door. You can also lock your door from the inside for privacy too.”

“… thank you… seriously, for everything.”

“No problem. Feel free to explore the grounds. I’ll always be around too.”

“I appreciate it.”

🖤

Jaemin took things slow, getting used to his new room and bed, and slowly getting used to this new place he would be calling home. On a sunny day he went exploring around the grounds. There was the big main house where the hybrids stayed, and another house where you lived. The property was outlined with a fence, but there was so much room to run around in regardless. Yet while roaming around he came across a small house hidden in the back. He was walking towards it when he felt someone grab his arm.

“Don’t go there.”

Renjun had found him out in the yard, and realized what had caught his attention. He ran over to stop the other.

“What is that?”

“The isolation house.”

“The what?”

“If you don’t behave, that’s where you end up. Locked up in a cage, away from everyone else.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice… I thought this place was… better…”

“I know it sounds scary, but it’s an incentive more than anything.”

“Wait, so no one’s in there?”

“There is one hybrid in there…”

“What!?”

“They didn’t do anything wrong… it’s just that… y/n doesn’t want to give up on them…” Renjun explained. “I don’t know all the details, but supposedly the hybrid in there was from the streets. Y/n got a call about an aggressive hybrid and went to pick them up. They were unconscious, and given the report she put them in the isolation house for everyone’s safety until they woke up.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. The thing is, they were still aggressive when they woke up, even after y/n tried to explain and calm them down. A hybrid like that would get put down by anyone else, but she doesn’t want that happening to them, so she keeps them in the isolation house. She comes by throughout the day to feed them, probably still hoping they’d change.”

“Wow… so she’s like that…”

“Kinda crazy but… yeah… stay out of there though, seriously, she wouldn’t want anyone getting hurt or something.”

“Got it.”

“Let’s go, it’s almost lunch time.”

Jaemin couldn’t keep his mind off the isolation house. He thought this place was perfect, like a paradise, and when Renjun had mentioned the name everything shattered. Yet it only revealed that he had only scratched the surface of the type of place, and the kind of person you were. There was a mean hybrid locked up not because he deserves punishment, but it’s the only way you could keep him safe. He was kind of jealous actually, and he had to meet this hybrid. So he was careful, watching the isolation house from afar. Renjun had been right. Around meals you’d go into the house with a picnic basket, and stay for a while.

It made Jaemin all the more envious of the hybrid in there, getting some personal one-on-one time with you everyday. Yet he couldn’t see you that often. You were busy running the house, and taking care of everyone, but this hybrid got special treatment. After a few days of watching he had a plan in mind. After lunch he’d sneak into the house and meet this hybrid, and see what all the fuss was about. He made sure no one was aware of his plan, and tripled checked his surroundings before entering. 

The door was of course locked, but it was a simple one, and he had learned to pick locks so it was no trouble getting in. The place was a decent size, and as he had been told it looked more like a hybrid pound, cages lining the walls, but they weren’t bad. There seemed to be plenty of space, but they were all empty. Well, except for one. At the end of the line on the left there was an occupant. Jaemin didn’t have to look or wonder about them at all. Moments after the door shut behind him he heard a low growl, followed by a warning.

“You shouldn’t be here. Get out!”

“Damn. You are a feisty one.”

Jaemin went over to the cell, getting a strong whiff of their scent. They were a dog hybrid, sitting in the corner on a mattress. From what Jaemin could see, they were well. The clothes they wore were clean, and they were well fed too. Jaemin sat down in front of the cage, a big smile on his face. The hybrid only growled at him, but of course he couldn’t do anything while locked up.

“You’re so lucky.”

“What?”

“You get to see y/n everyday, multiple times too. Maybe I should get locked up in here too.”

“You’re crazy. You should leave before you wind up locked in here for real.”

“Doesn’t seem too bad. Cozy little place, and it’s warm too.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“Ah, right, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Jaemin, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Answer me!”

“Aish, you know I’m so jealous of you.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n is the nicest human I’ve ever met. I was surprised she wasn’t scared of me at all when she came to me, and this place, I wish I had found it sooner. I wish I had found her sooner. It’s kinda nice to know she’s my owner.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Do you know how lucky you are? Y/n hasn’t given up on you, which is why she keeps you here. If anyone else took you in they’d probably have you put down for being so aggressive. She’s the best.”

“She… is that true?”

“You know how humans are about us… but she’s different! She loves us.”

“Us?”

“If she didn’t then why keep you around, why would she have a place like this for hybrids. She wants what’s best for us.”

“Is that really… why…”

“Yup. Although I don’t get it.” Jaemin wondered. “There are more hybrids here than humans. I only really socialize with hybrids, and you would too, but why are you still locked up?”

“I don’t want to socialize with anyone else.”

“Ah, you want y/n all to yourself. Well, that’s not fair!” Jaemin huffed. “But… I wanna know… what’s y/n like?”

“Uh… she’s quiet… speaks politely… nice smile…”

“Hm, sounds like a dream.”

“I still don’t know why you’re here.”

“Oh, right. See, the thing is, I want to get close to y/n, but I need your help.”

“My help?”

“You’re all big and strong, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but why would I help you?”

“Don’t you like her?”

“Who?”

“Y/n. She personally takes care of, keeps you safe and sound from all the other humans who would want to hurt you. She feeds you and clothes you, she’s the perfect owner, a dream really. And together, she can be all ours. I have a plan.”

“You really like her huh? And not just like, you mean like like.”

“Yeah… I want to be her kitty, and you can be her puppy!”

“I’m not a puppy!”

“Obviously, that’s why I need you, so what do you say?”

“…”

“Hm? It’s fine if you don’t want to, just thought you of all people would understand.”

“Understand what?”

“How much she really cares about us.”

“… fine… I’m in.”

“Yes! This is gonna be awesome.” Jaemin cheered. “But first, what is your name?”

“Jeno. My name is Jeno.”

🖤

You loved your home, and you loved what you did. You were surrounded by smiling faces, and happy lives. You always checked in with the main house every morning to make sure nothing had happened, and then you’d go about your usual day. This morning you didn’t have any calls for pick ups, so you could focus on the open house coming up. After breakfast you packed up some food and went over to the isolation house. You knocked on the door before unlocking it and walking in.

“Morning Jeno.”

You walked over to where he was, setting down a blanket and sitting down. You prepared him a plate and opened up the small door so you could slide it to him.

“… thank you…”

“Oh… your welcome.”

Jeno never really spoke to you, so hearing his voice was always a treat. Not to mention seeing him reach over and take the plate. Usually he wouldn’t eat in front of you, but this time he did. It brought a smile to your face.

“Excuse me…”

“Yes? Is everything okay?”

“I… I wanted to ask… why am I still here…”

“Here? Well I don’t like keeping you in a cage either-”

“No I meant… I’m just trouble aren’t I…”

“Of course not. I can’t truly understand how rough things might have been for you out on the streets, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve good things. I know you may not like this place, but I’m worried that if you end up on the streets again someone might hurt you, or worse.”

“You really… you really care about me…”

“I know you’re capable of good things.”

“Then… can I get out of here? Can I live in the house like the others?”

You smiled. “Of course. I just need to get some things in order for you first, okay?”

“Okay…”

“I’m really glad. I’ll be back soon.��

The smile on your face was one of a kind. After all this time you were overjoyed to hear Jeno wanting to take a step forward. You were so caught up in your head that when you stepped out you were startled by someone.

“Hello.”

“Ah! Jaemin, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. I saw you go in there and was wondering what you were doing… are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“I’m fine Jaemin, just a bit startled.”

“Sorry. What is this place anyway?”

“The isolation house. I usually put new hybrids, or misbehaving ones in here until they’re better.”

“Oh, can I see?”

“No. It’s empty, well, the last tenant will be moving out soon.”

“You mean there’s someone in there?”

“Not for long.”

“Can I meet them? They’re gonna need someone to help show them around, right?”

“Hm, you are correct. I’d really appreciate your help Jaemin.”

“I’m happy to do so.”

“Alright. Come with me.”

You returned to your office with Jaemin, changing around some paperwork and noting down where you’d be putting Jeno. Since Jaemin was going to help him out you figured it’d be a good idea to put them close together. When you were done with that you grabbed your keys and returned to the isolation house with Jaemin, once again knocking on the door before entering.

“Jeno, I brought a friend with me, and I’m hoping they can be your friend too.”

You offered Jeno a reassuring smile and unlocked his door. You held it open and stepped back, pulling Jaemin close to you.

“This is Jaemin, and he’ll be helping you get used to the house. Is that okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright, would you two like to introduce yourselves?”

“I’d love to.” Jaemin stepped forward. “I’m Jaemin, nice to meet you.”

Jaemin had a big smile on his face, holding his hand out to the other. Jeno slowly got up from the mattress and walked over, reaching out to take Jeno’s hand.

“Jeno.”

“I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends.”

“Sure.”

“It’s good to see you two get along.” You commented. “First let’s get Jeno some clothes, and then I can show you to your new room. If you’ll both follow me.”

You walked off first, leading the way. Jaemin took Jeno’s hand, giving him a thumbs up and pulling him along as they followed behind you. Jaemin was already talking to Jeno about the house, the rules, and responsibilities everyone took on. You had Jeno pick out some new clothes for himself and brought him over to your room.

“Here we are. Jaemin should be able to answer any of your questions going forward.”

“Yup. Just stick with me and everything is gonna be alright.” Jaemin smiled. “Promise.”

“Thank you… really… I wasn’t sure you’d ever let me out…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up more often, but I’m glad you’ve made the choice to be here now.”

“Me too.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave you two to get situated.”

Jaemin smiled and waved as you walked off, shoving Jeno into his room and shutting the door behind him. No one else usually hung around their room until late in the afternoon, so no one should be around to hear them. Although when Jaemin looked back Jeno was already bouncing on his bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve never had a bed before. You wanna jump?”

“I did that on my first day too.” Jaemin chuckled. “It’s really nice.”

“If I had known I’d get all this I might have asked to be let out sooner.”

“Well, now you’re out, and our plan can move forward.”

“Yeah, you only told me up till here, so what’s next?”

“We gotta get into y/n’s house.”

“You mean break in?”

“No. If we do that we’d get in big trouble, but there’s surely another way.”

“Which is?”

“Sympathy.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n cares about you a lot, so we use that to our advantage.”

“Then what do we have to do?”

“Nothing for now. We need a few days to test the water, and if I’m right, we won’t need to do much.”

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Despite having Jaemin, Jeno was still a bit weary of being around others. Even though he had been locked up and never met anyone before, they all seemed to know who he was. He could hear others whispering underneath their breath and giving him weird looks. Jaemin told him to ignore it and just go about his day. He did manage to make some other friends though, Jaemin introducing him to some others.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Renjun commented. “I always wondered who y/n kept safe and sound.”

“Really?”

“You were this big mystery.” Chenle added. “But it’s nice to put a face to the legend.”

“I guess I’m no secret.”

“I thought you’d be scarier.” Jisung said. “But you look way better.”

“Do I?”

“Very friendly. I bet you’d be adopted right away if you wanted to.”

“Adopted…”

“You don’t have to.” Mark assured. “Just something y/n offers for those here. She has an open house coming up, but she doesn’t let anyone get adopted if they don’t want to.”

“Oh, I see.”

“No need to worry.” Jaemin teased. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah. How are you liking this place?” Haechan asked. “Better than the isolation house, right?”

“Absolutely. Food is still good.”

“I heard y/n cooked for you personally.”

“I’m not sure.”

“She did not.” Renjun said. “She came to the cafeteria, he just got served by her personally.”

“Still nice.” Jaemin remarked. “Makes me jealous.”

“You don’t seem the type.”

“I know right.”

The days went by smoothly, but the pieces to Jaemin’s plan were falling into place. Although Jeno was getting impatient since he wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was.

“Jaemin.”

“Hm?”

“What are we doing?”

“Dishes? Gosh I hate getting wet.”

“I meant about y/n!”

“Oh, are you getting impatient?”

“Well I don’t know the plan, so yeah. Are you ever gonna tell me?”

“I guess we can execute it now.”

“Right now?”

“After the dishes.”

Jaemin took cleaning himself up seriously, not wanting a drop of water on him, especially dirty dish water. Once they were good, Jaemin and Jeno went off to an isolated area, double checking to make sure they were alone.

“So what-”

Jeno yelled when Jaemin swiped his claws against his arm. He barked and growled, pinning the other down. Jaemin hissed back, glaring up at the dog.

“Let go!”

“What the fuck as that!”

“The plan!”

“Explain yourself!”

“Everyone knows you were brought here and kept locked up for being aggressive. You’re behaving now, but that doesn’t change the fact others are gonna be weary of you. What if someone hurt you? It wouldn’t be safe to stay in the house, and it wouldn’t be fair to put you back in isolation, so then where else could she put you?”

“Her house…”

“Bingo. That’s our way in. So be a good dog and let me rough you up a bit.”

Jeno let out another growl before getting off of Jaemin. He looked at his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but it still stung.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“Of course.”

“She’s gonna bring attention to this, and ask the others who did this. We’ll get found out.”

“That’s why we need to keep it simple. Just follow my lead and everything will work out.”

“Fine, but if this backfires I am throwing you under the bus.”

“It won’t.”

Jaemin marked up Jeno a bit more, but nothing too serious. The idea was to make this look like petty teasing, and not full on assault. They weren’t gonna bring this up right away, needed the marks to heal a bit, and then they could execute the last phase of the plan.

“This better work.”

“Trust me.” Jaemin smiled. “It’s gonna work.”

It was already late in the evening and Jaemin had double checked to make sure you were in your office. He knocked on the door and waited for you to invite him in. He gave a knowing glance to Jeno and the opened the door.

“Hi y/n, you got a second?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

You looked up from your computer to see Jaemin dragging Jeno into the room, the two mumbling under their breaths about something. You raised a brow in concern, standing up as well and walking over to them.

“What is going on?”

“It’s nothing.” Jeno said, then growled at Jaemin. “Right?”

“It’s not nothing.” Jaemin remarked. “You can’t hide this.”

“Let go.”

“Tell her.

“Tell me what?” You questioned. “What is this about?”

“Jeno-”

“Don’t.” Jeno threatened.

“Hey, easy, both of you. Now please, what is going on?”

Jaemin tugged Jeno’s arm forward, showing you the claw marks on his arm. Your eyes went wide and you grabbed his arm, looking over his injuries and seeing more.

“What happened? Who did this?”

“It’s nothing…” Jeno mumbled.

“No it’s not.” Jaemin repeated. “The other hybrids have been talking and stuff. They’re scared of Jeno and some of them are being mean!”

“Scared? They don’t even know him.”

“But everyone knows he was in isolation for being aggressive. They’re worried he’d snap or something.”

“That’s ridiculous. This type of behavior is not allowed.”

“It’s fine.” Jeno said. “I understand-”

“No, Jeno, this is not okay. You’ve never hurt anyone, there’s no reason to allow this.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble… this place is so nice and everyone likes it here… I don’t wanna cause problems…”

“Jeno…”

“It’s late anyway… and everyone is getting ready for bed… I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no.” Jaemin cut in. “It’s not safe for you to be in your room. What if something happens?”

“I-”

“He can’t stay in his room tonight.”

“It’s fine Jaemin.”

“No, what if something happens?”

“I said-”

“Enough.” You stated. “I need to investigate these claims, and I don’t want anything happening to you anymore. So for tonight…”

“You’re not gonna put him in isolation, right?” Jaemin questioned. “He’s been there long enough…”

“You have a point… you’ll stay with me then.”

“What?”

“I have an extra room you can stay in while-”

“You don’t have to.” Jeno said. “I’ll be-”

“I don’t want to debate this, please Jeno.”

“Okay…”

“Can I come?” Jaemin wondered. “To keep Jeno company so he’s not all alone in a new place.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Since it is late, why don’t you two grab somethings from your room and meet me out front in like ten minutes.”

“Sure thing.”

The two returned to their rooms, getting a change of clothes and a toothbrush. Jaemin then went over to Jeno’s room, jumping on the bed.

“High five! We did it.”

“How about we get in the door first.”

“It’s pretty much guaranteed.”

“Still.”

“Come on, let’s go. We don’t want to keep her waiting.”

The two went headed over to the front of the house, waiting for you. They didn’t wait long before you showed up. It still pained you seeing the marks on Jeno’s arms, never having thought someone would get hurt like that here. You had the two follow you over to your house, unlocking the front door.

“Make yourselves at home.”

Jeno and Jaemin followed behind you, looking around in awe. The place was so nice and looked so cozy. Although it made it hard to believe it was just you out here. Other staff members drove here in the morning, and left at night, but this place was your home, just as it was for them.

“Can I ask something?” Jeno wondered.

“Of course.”

“Why do you help hybrids?”

“Because I like to, and I know you all deserve love and happiness.”

“You’re incredible.”

“No, no, I’m just being me.” You smiled. “Did you guys have dinner already?”

“Yes.” Jaemin responded. “We ate.”

“Okay.”

You took the two over to the guest room you had. There was only one bed but neither of them minded, being in your home was already a very kind gesture. You let them know they could wash up if they wanted too. Which also reminded you about Jeno’s wounds. Even though they had been healing you still wanted to look him over and disinfect the fresh ones just to be safe. It pained you, and you were grateful he hadn’t caused trouble.

“We’ll look into this and get it sorted out.”

“Thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll come check on you both before I turn in for the night.”

“Don’t worry about us.” Jaemin smiled. “We’ll be okay.”

“Great.”

Once you were gone Jaemin laid back on the bed, wrapping himself up in the blanket. Jeno looked around some more, checking his bandages.

“These sheets smell like her, so sweet.” Jaemin sighed. “Let’s explore the house.”

“Jaemin-

“Ya! We’re here, we made it, and now we make our move.”

Jaemin didn’t wait to hear anything and slipped out of the room. He looked around with intrigue, taking in the wonderful scent he was surrounded by. Jeno of course followed him despite his original protests.

“She lives alone.”

“That’s perfect.” Jaemin said. “It’s just us in the house, and no one really knows we’re here. So she’s all ours.”

“Where is she?”

“Don’t you hear it? She’s in the shower.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly. Let’s go.”

The two of them snuck over to the master bedroom, hearing the shower running and your humming. They snuck over, slowly opening the door and peeking in. The steam was hiding your body, but the outline was great. Jaemin reached over and grabbed your shirt that was on the floor, taking in a deep breath and handing it to Jeno who did the same.

“She’s ours.”

Jeno shoved Jaemin aside and dropped the shirt, going into the bathroom. He yanked aside the shower door, making you yell and immediately cover your body.

“Jeno… what… did you need something?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

Jeno stepped into the shower, getting drenched, but he didn’t seem to mind. You stepped back, but the space was small and he easily had you cornered and pinned between his arms. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, slightly tickling you.

“Jeno… Jeno what are you-”

“Can you not in the shower?” Jaemin suggested. “I’m not a fan of water.”

“Sounds like your problem.” Jeno chuckled.

“Ya!”

“What are you two doing!”

You pushed Jeno off of you, catching him off guard that he slipped, barely managing to catch himself. You nearly collapsed as well but Jaemin caught you and pulled you out of the tub. Jeno growled at the other, turning off the shower head.

“Still not a fan of water.” Jaemin commented. “But I like having you in my arms.”

“Let go!”

“No. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“Jaemin, what the hell is this!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

You were dragged into your room, Jaemin tossing you on the bed. You quickly scrambled to wrap the blanket around you, ignoring the fact you were soaking your sheets. Jeno soon emerged from the bathroom as well, using a towel to dry his hair.

“We want to be yours.”

“What?”

Jaemin crawled onto bed and pinned you down beneath him, a devilish grin on his face, but you could see such sincerity in his eyes. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before he trailed down to your neck.

“Jaemin…”

“I’m glad I have a home.” Jaemin cuddled you. “You’re the best owner a hybrid could ever ask for.”

“I…”

“No one was ever so nice to me.” Jeno got into bed too. “Despite everything you brought me here and kept me safe. I love you for that.”

“Wait, I think you both-”

“Now that we’re all together you won’t be lonely anymore.”

“I’m not…”

“I get it.” Jaemin said. “You’re constantly helping others that you forget about yourself. All the hybrids have one another but you’re all alone here, but now you have us.”

“I… uh… no, wait…”

“Don’t you think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.”

“For being so good to us.” Jeno added. “You’re the best after all.”

Jeno was playfully shoving Jaemin aside, wanting to get his arms around you too. Even though you were still wet and cold, you had to admit their embrace was warm and inviting. You always had something on your mind in regards to the house you never thought much about yourself. Now you had two hybrids in your bedroom who wanted nothing more than to make you happy. It was sweet, but you also weren’t sure this was the right thing to do.

“Guys-”

“Sh. Let’s just stay like this.” Jaemin whined. “You can properly adopt us, and we can help with the house and-”

“I still need to look into Jeno.”

“It was Jaemin.” Jeno mumbled. “He scratched me up.”

“Ya!”

“What! Jaemin!”

“He let me!”

“What!”

“We had to figure out some way into your house.” Jaemin grumbled.

“I cannot believe you two.”

“Sorry…”

You chuckled, followed by a sigh. You stared up at the ceiling. Never in a million years would you have imagined such a situation.

“Can I get up?”

“No, I like this.” Jeno whined. “Stay.”

“You both interrupted my shower, and I’m still naked, and now I have to change my sheets.”

“Oh… right… oops…”

“Just let me get up and get dressed.”

“Promise you won’t leave?” Jaemin asked.

“Why would I leave? This is my house, and I guess it’s your house too.”

“Really!”

“I’m not so sure I could kick you out if I wanted to.”

“Yes! I have a home! Jeno, we have a home!”

The two hugged you tight and peppered you with kisses, tickling you. Somehow you got them to stop and managed to get up, still wrapped in a blanket.

“I guess we’ll all be sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

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Jet-Skiing Through Identity: A deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 3) 🛥️

But why am I doing this? What is it that's so calling about Mobius's character?

Simple short answer: a lot of things. Simple but slightly longer aswer:

- His relationship with Loki being the only constant in the show, the only things we as viewers knew we can actually follow through the episodes. Being the one to treat "the villain" differently, Mobius already wins some ground from Loki's fans.

- He is relatable. Now of course, relatibility differs from viewer to viewer. But Mobius just has the charm of getting closer to you without really doing anything special.

-He is comforting, and I don't really need to bring arguments when that's his way of being. Also, we all know that if Loki can be comforted hy this character, so can we. Little variants of their own, these broken hearts... :))

Now, we got to the part where Mobius doesn't just give up when the hard thing to do is the thing that has to be done (just wait until I get to season 2. It'll get crazy).

The last episodes of season 1 are the ones in which this choice and internal conflict reach the climax.

After he gets pruned and ends up in The Void, Mobius doesn't let go without a fight. Actually, he quickly finds a car to get him away from Alioth and helps Sylvie along too. But why is he doing this?

The rush of adrenaline, the resolution that Renslayer: his friend for eons, just ordered his pruning, and the obvious life or death situation he is in. They all call the survival instinct - but also the adventurous side of Mobius - to action. I would like to insist on the second one, though. You can wipe a man's memory thousands of times, but that doesn't mean you wipe him the way he is. Those memories still exist, even though not in Mobius's present consciousness.

Then, his line in "Journey Into Mystery" is one I will never forget:

He has known so many timelines that got pruned, traveled in time and apocalypses, yet when it comes to change, it's never too late.

<<It's never too late to be what you might have been>> (George Eliot)

And again, why? Where does this strenght of character come from?

This willingness to change, this spark also has a lot to do with Loki. When he was saying that, he was talking to the other Loki variants. A simple man among them, yet one they seemingly trust. Seeing how his Loki was able to change and looking at these variants of him, he probably believes he can do the same, be an example for others that might need it. If the God of Mischief was able of "the word of a friend", Mobius is able of turning away from the very thing he diverted his life to. And that's because he know the truth now.

However, where Loki is an external factor, Mobius's strength and courage are an internal one. None of this wouldn't happened without him. Actually, things would've ended pretty quickly without the 1, that person to give Loki a chance. And, as I said before, the rest is history.

In the beloved miraculous historical scene where they hug, Mobius first gives out his hand. A signal that he's not very familiar with touch, and I imagine they don't often give hugs at the TVA.

So it has to be Loki that makes it into a hug. Mobius accepts that wholeheartedly, and I am so very grateful we got to see it on screen. The characters needed it as much as we did. And still do.

I had to put that in here, you can never get enough of them.

So here we are, at the end of the season. This character has come a long way, from the analyst that plays the comic relief at times - to the trusting, rebellious and loving companion, working with the opposite side to bring down the front on which he used to be fighting. More than ever, he is ready to fight for free will.

But there is still a longer way to go, because good characters never just stop playing with our hearts and evolving into someone new.

Therefore, see you for parts 4 and 5, because we're getting to SEASON 2 MUAHAHA

#mobius m mobius #mobius my beloved #if you liked this reblog so it can reach more people? #marvel #loki #lokius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #character analysis #writing #writers and poets #mcu characters #comics #variants #mcu

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Part 2 of this story..

Tw: brief hospital scene, slight vomit

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Yoongi returned to the bed room, gently pushing up Taehyung's shirt so he could slide the wet cloth over his fevered body. Taehyung flinched when it touched his skin,but didn't wake.

"Da*n.. the cloth is already getting hot.." Yoongi whispers, hands trembling as he dips the cloth back into the water to cool it.

"Hyung, Hyung let me do it.." Namjoon tries to take the cloth, but Yoongi quickly pulls away, making the washcloth drip onto the table.

"No. I got it.." Yoongi says irritably, quickly softening his tone when he hears it. "I got it. You should go find something to eat. You haven't eaten today.."

"You haven't either Hyung." Namjoon retorts. "You don't look well hyung.. I think you should take a break.." he reaches to touch Yoongi's forehead, but Yoongi pulls away.

"I'm not hungry." Yoongi rewets the rag,moving the end of the bed to wet Taehyung's legs, jumping when Taehyung starts coughing again.

"If he gets any worse we'll need to take him to a hospital.." Namjoon says softly, brushing hair from Taehyung's cheek.

"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..

Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"

"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.

Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."

Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..

"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."

"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.

Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.

Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.

Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.

Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..

Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.

I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..

Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.

Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."

Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..

"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.

"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.

Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.

Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"

"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."

"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..

"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."

"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.

"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.

"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."

Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.

Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.

"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.

"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."

Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.

Please, please let him be okay..

Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.

"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..

"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."

"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.

Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."

"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.

"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.

Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.

"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.

"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."

(This is what was cut from the original part. It was written to continue with Yoongi, but I haven't had the time to add onto it.)

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts #bts taegi #bts min yoongi #bts V #sick!suga #sick!v #sick!yoongi #sick!taehyung #sick!fic #sick boy #bts kim taehyung #v taehyung #taegi

[umahumahumah]

How about Kenya?

Don't worry guys I haven't forgotten about this its been in the back of my head the entire time </3 i decided to draw them in wwii uniforms this time for a change of pace, but maybe ill draw them in their traditional clothes some other time

first off, kenya!!! shes actually already a canon character but shes barely in hetalia. forever cursed to be a gakuen hetalia chibi head... sigh...

even though nothing hints to this in her appearance in gakuen hetalia, i think she would have a kind of tomboyish and energetic personality! like the girl-next-door type! she's also the first person to ask seychelles a question in the gakuen hetalia demo, which makes me think shes a huge extrovert.

sometimes i wonder if she was part of the group of countries who laughed at seychelles' coat of arms. in my heart, i wanna believe she didnt... but um she probably did. bruh who knows the demo is over a decade old now himas not gonna confirm it. please come back to hetalia, kenya. i need you.

next is malta! his appearance is a little scuffed here because he was going through it in wwii, but he's doing way better in present day

obviously he was influenced by italy so he naturally gets an italian curl. i like to think that he looked up to romano when he was younger and started subconciously taking after him. i was debating whether i should give him thick eyebrows or not, but i think france's occupation cancels it out even if it was a really short time.

in present day i think he cares a lot about his architecture and tourism. i think he'd also be a bit of a womanizer due to the italies' influence on him but he definitely has a lot more decency compared to them. or maybe hes just toos hy to talk to them, that would be cute lol

last is morocco! she was kind of fun to design and i was thinking about her personality throughout while drawing her. i like to think that she is pretty intelligent and is capable of doing a lot of stuff... but she'd rather go smoke weed and have parties, so she feigns ignorance to get out of her responsibilities. on top of that, because of france, she is a huge romantic and can make people swoon for her with just one word

i have no idea if hima would ever make a character like this since his girl characters mostly appeal to cuteness rather than uhh sultriness? but i think moroccos laziness has a cute appeal if you squint hard enough. if he does make a girl character like this i think she'd be some sort of bait and switch or something

also here are some bonus chibis of characters i already designed, mexico and uzbekistan!

i decided to redraw mexico because i dont think i did mexico justice having his back away from the camera. come to think of it maybe i should have drawn him in the mexican revolution uniform but there was already a pattern of wwii going on anyways...

uzbekistan is my favorite design from this series, which is why i decided to draw him again. tbh i think his first appearance didnt seem to come across as sandcat-like, so i decided to change his eyes a little bit, but overall he stayed the same. i wanted to change his pupils to dots, like germany, but it made him look too different

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph kenya #hws kenya #aph malta #hws malta #aph morocco #hws morocco #aph mexico #hws mexico #aph uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #hetalia oc

[fitrahgolden]

Lilies and Soap: 2 - Bane of My Existence

“The power you possess

And don't seem to even know

I bet it would hurt less

If you had mercy and let it show

Then I might have a defence

I might have a chance

Or a way to do penance

A way to escape this trance

I can’t escape, Darling

I don’t want to”

“Bane of My Existence” by Lilies and Soap. 

Lyrics by A. E. Bridgerton.

—

"Yes, Tony. You seem to forget that we all took the same Applied Aural Skills courses at the RCM. You actually aren't special. Sorry if I’m the first person to tell you that. But, please, oh, please, explain it to me again. And use simple words, for I am but a woman."

Anthony's dramatic eye roll could put all pre-teens to shame. "Oh, come off it, Lamb–"

"Don't fucking call me that right now."

"Fine," Anthony chuckled.

"And don't fucking laugh at me!" Kate jabbed a finger directly into his chest and he smacked it away.

"Um, we're very much in public. Do they know that?" Eloise looked over to Benedict as their party of nine congregated outside of the train station in Pembrokeshire. "Isn't it your job to, like," she gestured vaguely, "sort them out?"

“Oh, I gave up on them two hours ago. And so did, I believe, literally everyone else on the train. But by all means, if you’d like to have a go, El, feel free to mediate. Godspeed."

"I think they're gonna kiss." Hyacinth seemed to be studying the scene with laser focus. 

Eloise laughed. "Oh, yeah? How do you figure?" she asked, bemused.

"They fight the way people in films do right before they kiss. They have chemistry."

"Is that right? Chemistry? How old are you?"

Gregory shook his head. "They always fight like this and they never kiss. And Anthony goes on dates. He wouldn’t do that if he wanted to kiss Kate."

“One would think,” Benedict muttered under his breath.

"They should kiss, though," Hyacinth said with a sage air of authority.

"I think you're onto something, Hy." Benedict put his arm around his sister's shoulders. "I think life would be easier for all of us if they would just kiss."

The four were joined by Violet, Colin, and Francesca as they watched Anthony and Kate being too engrossed in their bickering to notice the excited teenager walking up to them.

"I'm sorry, are you guys Lilies and Soap?"

Kate whipped around and immediately neutralised her scowl. “Hi! Yes, we are. I’m Kate.” She held out her hand.

“Oh, I’m Mia!” Mia’s grin was so wide it looked like it hurt as she enthusiastically shook Kate’s hand.

“Mia, this,” Kate looked back and cut her eyes at Anthony, “is Anthony.”

Anthony’s smile was tight as he offered his hand, but it warmed as Mia shook it and told the pair about how much she loved their music.

"May I please have a picture?"

“Of course, love.” Kate guided Mia to stand in between them. After Mia took a selfie, Colin jogged up to them and offered to take another photo for her.

Mia gushed a little more before giving Kate and Anthony both hugs and going on her way. As they watched her leave, Anthony whispered something to Kate and she turned to him and growled, “Why can’t you let this go?! We were having a nice moment.”

“Because we weren’t done talking.”

“I was done.”

“That’s not how conversations work, Kate.”

“That’s actually exactly how they work, Anthony.”

“Jesus Christ, who invited Anthony?” Colin asked no one in particular.

“Do you mean Kate, Dear?”

“No.”

Two shuttles pulled up to take the Bridgertons to their holiday rental.

“I am not sharing a van with those two,” Eloise declared.

“Well, I’m certainly not. I’ve had to sit next to them all day. Make the kids ride with them.” Benedict offered.

“I don’t think I want to be there when they kiss.”

“They aren’t going to kiss, Hy!” 

"Honestly,” Francesca finally spoke up, “the rest of us could all fit in one and leave them alone in the other."

Everyone looked at each other before Benedict kissed Francesca hard on the cheek. “Franny, you absolutely star! Hurry, let’s go before they notice.”

—

Anthony looked back at Kate as they silently moved through the streets of Pembrokeshire towards Haverfordwest. She was writing furiously in one of her notebooks. The pen moving rapidly across the paper was the only sound in the van besides the rumble of the engine and the various sounds of the towns they passed.

Anthony moved to sit in the back of the van with her. “Writing about me, are you?”

Kate’s only response was a glower in his direction before returning to her notes.

Anthony was shameless. He subtly tried to angle his body so he could see what she was writing. The only clear phrase he could make out was, “breaking me down so I can collect the pieces and give them right back to you,” before he felt guilty and looked away. That couldn’t possibly be about him. Their stupid fights could never warrant that kind of imagery.

—

The second shuttle wasn’t that far behind the first, but when Kate and Anthony entered the house they would be staying in for the next four nights, they were annoyed to find all the rooms had been claimed except for the two that were furthest away from all the others.

“Well, I guess we deserve that.” Kate said, her voice and face impassive.

“Go ahead and pick which one you want,” Anthony said, but Kate was already down the hall to do just that.

—

After everyone settled in and had a makeshift, “every man for himself” style dinner, Kate and Anthony went out with Benedict and Colin to the closest pub. Mercifully, Benedict and Colin had stopped avoiding them, so they had more to do than not speak to each other. The mood had mellowed and when his brothers went back to the bar for another round of drinks, Anthony went to the jukebox and queued up two songs. He walked back over to Kate’s side of the booth and offered his hand. Kate looked up at him.

“Dance with me, Lamb?”

Kate gave him a small, sweet smile before grabbing his hand and letting herself be led to the small dancefloor.

Bill Withers’s “Ain’t No Sunshine” began to play and Kate shook her head and smiled.

“Damn you,” she whispered as she slid an arm around his neck and Anthony placed one of his against the middle of her back. They swayed to one of her all time favourite songs for a while before Anthony spoke.

“Why do we do this?”

Kate looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do what?”

“The asinine squabbling.”

“Oh. I think it’s only asinine on one side.”

“Lamb.”

“Fine, sorry. I don’t know. We get going on something that doesn’t matter and it just becomes…”

“It somehow becomes the only thing that matters.”

Kate nodded as she chuckled. “Yeah. It’s weird. But… I don’t know, I kind of like it? I may find it just a little enjoyable and no one else can get under my skin quite the way you do, so unfortunately, you will forever be my sparring partner, I’m afraid. Until you find someone you want to keep and she demands we stop under penalty of leaving you.”

“Someone I want to keep?”

“I know you, Tony. You may date around, but you want to settle down. You know, commit to someone and have the house and the babies and the domestic bliss, and all that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. You don’t?”

“I’m… not sure yet. Give it a go and let me know how you like it.”

“Right,” Anthony whispered.

They didn’t say much after that. Kate once again was pleasantly surprised when another one of her favourites came on next, Pete Yorn’s cover of “Ever Fallen in Love.”

—

“No fucking way.” Kate looked horror stricken as she and Anthony were perusing an outdoor market in Haverfordwest the next day and she paused in the middle of a walkway. Anthony pulled her aside with concern as he looked in the same direction, following Kate's gaze to an older couple.

“Who’s that?”

“Mum’s parents.”

“No fucking way.”

“That’s what I said. Of all the fucking places.”

Anthony pulled Kate close to him. She couldn’t look away.

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t know, maybe eight years? Yeah, it was right after Appa died. They didn't even go to the funeral, but they sure as hell descended upon our house a week later with the intent to scoop Edwina up and send her to a boarding school they had selected for her. They barely said anything to Mum, just made their demands and expected Edwina to leave with them that same day. They ignored Amma completely, which you know didn’t go ever well. She was actually the one to kick them out of Mary’s house.” Kate laughed a little, but still looked nervous. “Fuck, I made eye contact. Quick let’s–”

“Katherine?”

Kate swore.

“You must be mistaking me for someone else,” she said as she peered at the woman who wore a pinched expression that seemed to be permanent.

“Oh, right, no, it’s… Kathani. Right, of course. Lovely name.”

“Right. Kate’s still fine.”

Mrs. Sheffield looked up to Anthony. “And you must be Kate’s… associate in this, er, little music project I hear she has going on?”

“Yep,” Anthony offered his hand to her and then her disinterested husband. “Anthony Bridgerton.”

“Lady Amala Sheffield, and this is my husband, Earl Lucius Sheffield.”

Kate rolled her eyes and swore again under her breath.

“A pleasure, I’m sure.” Anthony gave them a smile that Kate knew was false as hell, but she didn’t blame him. Who could genuinely smile at the Sheffields?

"So, you heard about my…'little project?' Big into the indie music scene, are you?"

"Heavens, no. A friend told me his niece was telling him how fond she was of you, actually. Anyway, enough about that. Tell me, dear, how on earth did you find yourself here?”

“In Pembrokeshire? I’m on holiday with the Bridgertons.”

“Ah, that makes sense. How charitable of them to let you tag along on what I assume was meant to be a family holiday.”

“Amala…” Lucius warned, looking desperate to move on from this interaction.

“Kate is family.” Anthony said matter-of-factly, pulling her closer to him.

‘Well, how wonderful for Kate. Anyway, we really must get going. Lovely to see you.”

“Yes, maybe you’ll happen upon one of us again in another eight years.”

With that, Kate brusquely rushed past them, Anthony following close behind. Her pace was swift as she navigated through the crowds. “The dickheads didn’t even mention their own fucking daughter or grandchild. What the fuck?”

“Do you want to leave?” Anthony asked.

“No. Fuck them. I just need to sit down for a little bit.”

They found a bench and sat down. Anthony rubbed a hand up and down Kate’s arm.

“Are you going to tell your family you saw them?”

Kate thought for a moment. “No. No, there’s no point. It’ll just upset Mum and Edwina. And Amma will have too much to say about it.”

Anthony nodded. After a few beats, he said, “We should change our band name.”

“You think? To what?”

“Little Music Project Associates, obviously. Lady Sheffield has given us a gift.”

#bridgerton #anthony x kate #kanthony #kate and anthony #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony and kate #anthony bridgerton #kanthony fic #kanthony fanfic #kanthony fanfiction #kathony #kathony fanfic #kathony fic #lord bridgerton #lady bridgerton #viscount bridgerton #viscountess bridgerton #the viscount who loved me #bridgerton au #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fic #musician au #singer/songwriter au #lilies and soap au #liles and soap

[lemmetreatya]

BLACK Y/N WITH HIGH LIFE GOJO BUT SHES NOT IMPRESSED BY HIS EXPENSIVE GIFTS BUT HY HIS HEART! YEAH!

Gojo x Black!fem Reader

happy 1001 day seal baby boi!

“Evening, baby.” The white haired male took your much smaller hand in his, plush lips already pressed lightly to the warm skin of your hand.

“Hey GJ. Thanks for picking me up.”

You gave him a soft smile in return as you shut your front door behind you, ready to set out for the night. You didn’t forget to slink your hand around Gojo’s arm.

As you both walked down the steps from your door, you could feel the hot stare of Gojo’s ice white eyes pierce you down from behind his sunglasses. Of course he would; you know you looked good and knew your fit would warrant this reaction. He was sickeningly predictable in that way. Almost too predictable.

“Looking wonderful as ever.” He gleamed, teeth full on display. He moved his head to the side so that he could watch you better, eyes dancing over your body.

“Thank you.” You cheesed, voice saccharine.

Gojo’s compliments were never scarce when it came to showering you in them but you don’t believe you could ever get tired of them either.

Unlocking the car and opening the passage side door for you, Gojo helped you to lower into your seat. You folded in, the seat already adjusted to your liking. Once he made sure you were in okay, he shut the door for you.

In your mind, you doubt he always kept the chair like this. You knew many other people piled into this car throughout the week so you didn’t expect it to be kept the same each time — but each time, it was. You’re not sure how but Gojo was definitely consistent. The only other alternative is that he probably changed it back to how you liked it every time he came to see you.

Gojo came to the other side of the car, slipping in next to you. He adjusted his rear view mirror and himself before making a short ‘oh’ sound. You gave him a look for an answer.

“I got you something.” He clarified.

Reaching his hand backwards into the chairs behind him, Gojo’s hands briefly fumbled around before pulling out a small red bag and passing it onto you.

You received the bag from him but you were already well aware of it’s contents without taking a peak inside.

Great. Another Cartier.

You didn’t dare give yourself room to react negatively. Your mouth was already pulling into a sweet smile for the man but you felt else wise.

“Thank you, GJ.” You cooed, trying your best to sound enlightened, but even Gojo knew else wise.

He placed his arm around the back seat of your chair, his eyes undetectable with his sunglasses on and the lack of light.

“What, you don’t want it?”

You were caught off guard by his question, surprised that he was aware of your disscontempt. You didn’t know whether you should be honest or not as your mouth twisted and turned in thought.

“I… It’s not that I don’t want it? I dunno, I just…” You sighed aloud, your hands fiddling with the red drawstring of the bag. “These stuff aren’t doing it no more.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you worried that it’d piss the man off. Gojo didn’t get angry much, he was actually quite civilised with how he channelled his emotions. However, you didn’t want yourself to come across as ungrateful or for him to think you were switching up on him.

Because of his glasses, Gojo’s face was protected from you being able to see his emotions on his face live. It was substantially quiet for a while before he replied.

“Do you want something more expensive?”

Audibly, your voice caught in your throat.

It definitely wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised by the offer.

“Oh! No, no it’s nothing to do with the price or anything— I… I just think gifts aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

Gojo’s hand ghosted over the steering wheel.

“In what way?” He inquired.

You blew a flurry of air out of your nose, a hum leaving your mouth once you finished it.

“Well, you absolutely spoil me, Gojo. Like stupid spoil me. But I value you so much more than I do these gifts. And it’s not that you don’t treat me good — You treat me so well but I dunno, I think I’d rather spend time with you than receive gifts from you, if that makes sense?”

The white haired male pursed his lips in thought. You can tell he was trying to gauge his head around it but you didn’t have to guess much longer as the man took his glasses off of his face, folded them and hung it over his collar.

“Kinda?”

He definitely did not think it made sense. With a strained face you shook your head over at him.

“Sorry, if it’s confusing. You do spend time with me when you give me gifts so I get that it sounds weird.”

“No, I think I get it.” His eyes lifted upwards as he paused to think. “It’s like love bombing with presents.” He finished.

With a look of surprise you clicked your fingers and pointed at him, gracious that he understood it what you were trying to say.

“Right! Love bombing. So what I’m saying really is that I’d rather be love bombed with your time and affection. Which — I know, might be a hard ask regarding your time is very scarce nowadays but…”

The man shook his head, eyes determined.

“I can make more time for you if it’s what you’re asking. I’m prepared to do that.”

Gojo’s voice was velvet smooth when he cut you off but you didn’t mind. Especially with the words he was saying.

‘I can make more time for you’.

To have anyone tell you such a thing was exchanging an immense proclamation of adoration to you. For Gojo to speak these words, and you knew this man was busy, it meant he was ready to please you regardless of what it took.

You bent your head to the side so that you could give him a pouted look, eyes doe and bottom lip jutted outwards.

“Baby, I’m not saying you gotta go out of your way to see me more during the day, I know you’re busy. What I am saying though is that you don’t have to buy me gifts all the time. I’m okay with just having you pull up and not bring me anything.”

You could see the warm sly smile of understanding glitter Gojo’s face. He nodded whilst turning the engine of the car on.

“I hear you.” He quickly plugged his seatbelt in. “I won’t buy you as many gifts although I meant it when I said I’ll make more time for you.”

You opened and closed your mouth twice before trying to reason with the man.

“But I said you don’t have to.”

“I don’t care. I’m telling you that I will be making time during the day to come and see you.” Gojo finished.

His voice wasn’t loud but he was stern with his words. There wasn’t much you could say in reply to that. When Gojo decided he wanted to commit to something, there wasn’t much anyone could do or say to change that.

With a shrug, you sat back, eyes momentarily checking outside of the window.

“M’kay. I’m cool with that.” You breathed.

“Yeah?” Gojo’s eyes briefly washed over you.

“Yeah.”

There was an uneasy silence that came after your reply. You weren’t sure why and so you looked over towards the white haired male to gauge his reaction. It’s when you saw how his eyes were boring into you that you decided to question him.

“What?” You half smiled.

Teal eyes narrowed at you before opening properly again. Gojo had a playful smirk on his own lips but he was trying his best not to show it.

“C’mere.” He mumbled.

You gave him a suspicious glance. Something seemed up but you weren’t sure what exactly and so you also narrowed your eyes at him, head cocking to the side in question.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” He near enough whined.

With a perplexed expression, you bent towards him, unsure what he was going to do. However, you didn’t have to wonder for long as for when you got close enough, Gojo took a hold of both your cheeks with one hand and then pulled you towards him. Softly, the man laid his lips on yours, the kiss undoubtedly hungry.

Once you realised his gimmick, you kissed him back just as dutifully, one of your own hands coming up to support yourself on his cheek.

Gojo leaned into you, active in his approach as his lips moved against yours with vigor.

You would have continued the kiss a lot longer had it not been you remembering the lip gloss you had just applied before you left the house.

“Mm. My gloss…” You mumbled against the man’s lips.

“Mm?” Gojo drunkenly pulled back, nose caressing against yours once he registered you had something to say.

“My gloss, GJ. It’ll smudge.” You whined out, your fingers already coming up to dab at it.

With a snort, Gojo shrugged as he went in to kiss you again although this time, the kiss was short and kept one-sided. He pulled back with a sly smile.

“You still look sexy, gloss smudged and all.” He witted, his back now pressed against the driver’s chair.

“That’s not the point though.” You softly smiled at his comment, head down as you rummaged your purse for your lip gloss. “I don’t wanna go round looking like a papisho.”

Gojo blinked several times before asking:

“What’s that?”

You pulled down the sun visor mirror as you reapplied your gloss, lips smacking in order to even it out.

“What, a papisho?” You asked.

The white haired man hummed in confirmation.

You shrugged, slapping up the sun visor and packing your lip gloss away.

“Oh, it’s like an idiot or a clown.”

Gojo made a small ah sound to signal he understood. However, it’s only after a few seconds had passed where you realised your mistake and lack of caution. You turned to the man, eyes wise.

“But don’t be going round using—“

“—You can be a papisho for me anyday.” The man cut in.

“—that word— Gojo!” You cried, noticing that you were too late to intervene.

Gojo let out a mischievous laugh, knowing what he’d done, as he set the car into gear and pulled off from the curb.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo saturo #gojo scenario #gojo x black reader #gojo x black yn #gojo hcs #jujutsu kaisen

[holygroundgone]

Starting my Case Files Compendium liveblog here, starting with chapters 1-6

I'm definitely enjoying myself already, I love how immediately He Yu is revealed to be a completely sociopathic manipulative little nepo brat- it's reminiscent of the way meatbun introduced mo ran immediately establishing him as a contemptible and cruel idiot (which he isn't) so it has me wondering how meatbun will develop him from here.

I like how both male leads are absolutely immediately immensely less objectively likeable than mo ran and chu wanning (I'll be comparing bab to 2ha repeatedly btw), between being homophobe4homophobe, He Yu's demented and careless prank to Xie Qingcheng's genuinely frightening and violent raging at Xie Xue and his (horrible) date... I Love Them.

(YUWU CRIT AHEAD) I definitely like them a lot more off the bat than I did Mo Xi and Gu Mang, though I did end up really warming to Gu Mang when he WASN'T lobotomized. Mo Xi is kind of just nothing to me unfortunately, even less character and intrigue than Lan Wangji (who despite people's complaints I find very enjoyable- his silent daddyisms once he's grown up and found his man again, the way he's kind and generous and chilled out from the complete narc he used to be, the way he's overwhelmed and distressed by his own violent lust, the way he acts when he's drunk, he's a fun character) and nothing in the story really changed that for me. I understood why he was so upset with Gu Mang but the way Mo Xi treated Gu Mang when he couldn't remember anything was not charming. He lightly fits into the meatbun mold of younger gong that needs to be taken care of by his older shou but he has none of the charisma or cuteness or charming naughtiness of Mo Ran and He Yu. He provides no textural quality to the constant misery and stifling sweet potato pain of yuwu, and the most unforgivable sin? He's just not mentally ill enough. Neither is Gu Mang- they just don't have the compelling push and pull of complicated mental states that mr&cwn have nor what hy&xqc are very much evidently showing to have. The most mentally ill character I can think of in yuwu is murong lian but i find him completely contemptible for where he allowed gu mang to stay after he got wolf spirit lobotomized. Honestly the way gu mang, my favorite character among the cast gets treated is one of the biggest reasons yuwu falls flat for me. I don't want him to suffer i want him to be a fun and happy daddy and maybe he gets that by the end but wow did he get treated horribly by the two people he ends up happily living around. (YUWU CRIT END)

Back to bab, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are both saying and doing a lot of things that make me feel like I'll get to laugh at them in the end, in particular Xie Qingcheng's inner monologue about not believing in or understanding love, that it's a disease. You're going to catch that disease eventually my brother. You're in a danmei. You're a homophobe? My dear friend, you are in a danmei. If the sirens aren't blazing for you they soon will be.

One of my biggest points of enjoyment so far with all the danmei I've read so far (mxtx, yuwu, 2ha) is the way that they're love puzzles. How will these two characters end up together with everything resolved? In what ways will they find what they need and love in each other? In bab meatbun presents quite a twisted puzzle so far it almost feels like a challenge: how are this demonic homophobic nepo baby who hates doctors and this cold paternalistic homophobic doctor going to end up together?

Well, I can already see the roots of He Yu's derangement towards xqc beginning especially most prominently in the insane words of "he basically belongs to you, so if you don't help him be successful he might take you as his wife) his mom said to him which I have to imagine warped his mind with simultaneous feelings of ownership and terror towards him- as well as the derangedly florid descriptions of xqc's cold and devastating beauty.

Anyways, Xie Qingcheng is absolutely a daddy, a fussy and mean daddy. Compared to his contemporary meatbun shou (and i do feel that gong and shou distinctions are more meaningful to the actual characters and their temperaments in meatbun's works) Chu Wanning who is a fussy and only really incidentally mean failmommy, Xie Qingcheng is by far more of a daddy (repeatedly being referred to as paternalistic)- he also seems more socially competent and outspoken about his morals but similarly just as incompetent in understanding his own feelings. He's a cute fussy princess of a daddy.

Whereas Chu Wanning's mommyisms have a counterpart in Mo Ran's (esp Mo-Zongshi) daddyisms, I can't help but suspect He Yu is just going to be Xie Qingcheng's bratty baby boy and I'm excitedly rubbing my hands together for that dynamic. I already like the intimacy of "he's seen me at my worst and already knows i suck so i'll lose my manipulative outer front in front of him and end up showing him my more authentic self". I kind of want to see He Yu calling him daddy while rearranging his guts

I don't think at this point that Xqc harbors the same feelings towards He Yu that Chu Wanning did towards Mo Ran, but I also suspect his thoughts about him are more benign than He Yu thinks. I really love the "don't bother me i'm homophobic" "OH YEAH? IF YOU'RE HOMOPHOBIC THAN I'M WAYYY MORE HOMOPHOBIC THAN YOU THAT IT BASICALLY MAKES YOU LOOK GAY" nevermind the paragraphs he yu spends thinking about xie qingcheng's urethral cold beauty and the paleness of his skin and the way his brows are so dark and his lips thin and perfect and like red blossoms frosted over-

I'm also betting against the house that Xie Xue is genuinely just a kind dummy and not a demented mastermind like the last two effeminate false romantic leads.

I'm writing this while eating fried rice because the description of Xie Qingcheng's cooking made me drool. An entire page of fried rice decadence. I like that between him and He Yu, he's the one who can cook well- He Yu, Mo Ran is going to laugh at you for having nothing to charm your ethereal and bitchy old man with

#case files compendium #truescholar.txt #liveblog #i need to find the mini theaters because the book doesn't include them. this being the case both with this and 2ha disappoints me #once i get hooked and run out of book i'll probably resort to machine translating the spanish translation which i've heard is quite good #bab liveblog

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Critical Reread - ACOFAS Chapter 22

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Chapter 22 - F/eyre

R/hysand takes F/eyre against the wall. R/hysand gifts F/eyre an estate.

“You never told me where you got it—where you got all my favorite dresses.” R/hys arched a dark brow. “You never figured it out?”

There are literally zero clues that they would have been made by his mother.

“Long ago, when I was still a boy, she made them—all your gowns. A trousseau for my future bride.” His throat bobbed. “Every piece … Every piece I have ever given you to wear, she made them. For you.”

Did SJM forget that R/hysand’s mom also had a daughter? Was she a magical seamstress? Is that why they fit so perfectly, or did she just assume her future daughter-in-laws dimensions?

“I want a mountain—with three stars.” The Night Court insignia.”

I do believe that F/eyre loves the Night Court, but nothing in this book has shown she actually cares about being a leader of it.

“He moved to stand before me, gently taking my hands in his, turning them palm-up. To the cat’s eye that stared at us. “I never snooped, you know.”

Why would he even say this, when they both know it’s not true?

“Yes. More than anything. I’d realized it, felt it, in the weaver’s gallery. “Would it be … Would it indeed be a gift for you?” I dared ask.”

This is not the long and elaborate conversation that should be had before deciding to have kids. 

“I don’t want to,” I said, and meant it. The weaver had made me realize that, too. Or perhaps just see clearly what I’d quietly wanted for some time now.”

What a retcon. When she previously said she wanted to wait she just didn’t realize she actually wanted kids. Good thing that doesn’t play into any real dynamics about women waiting or not wanting kids.

“ I was looking through his eyes”

If they didn’t give me such an ick, I think I might like the idea of using telekinesis during sex.

“Look at how perfectly we fit.”

This feels cringe to me. A lot of people fit well during sex and it bears no meaning on whether it’s a good fit otherwise.

“We had no bodies here, but I felt him as he seduced me, his dark power wrapping around mine, licking at my flames, sucking on my ice, scraping claws against my own.”

Okay, fine, I will admit that mind sex seems pretty cool.

“And when my mind could form words, when I could again feel his essence around me, his body still moving in my own, I sent him that image one last time, into the dark and stars—my gift. Perhaps our gift, one day. R/hys spilled into me with a roar, his wings splaying wide.”

We can all agree its weird to think about a child while cumming, right?

“That’ll come out of your salary, you know.”

I sure hope F/eyre still has a salary.

“We have no space at the town house. You and I can barely fit everything in the bedroom.”

A five bedroom townhouse is just too small for a newlywed couple looking to expand their family!

“And no one wants to be at the House of Wind.”

They know the House of Wind is too remote for even F/eyre and R/hysand who are the two people in Prythian who can both winnow and fly, but even SJM assumes it will be perfect for someone who can do neither.

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Chemical Reaction Chapter 3

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: No set pairings, Eventual Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Arguments, mentions of injuries, horrible descriptions of medical equipment. I think that’s it. 

Author’s Note: And we’re back! I wish I could express in detail how much excitement I have over the fact that during my break I had the urge to write and write for this fic. I can’t wait for you guys to continue reading this and I hope you guys enjoy it. I also hope that it’s worth the wait for you guys. 

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“Why don’t you really say what you’re thinking?” She said as her eyes narrowed on him. “That there are people dead because of something I built.”

“You could have said no.” He noted as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Though I’m sure someone else would have found the means to create it.”

“And then they would be here with you doing this exact same thing. You’d be having this argument with them. Or is it just because it’s me that you’re willing to argue with every step of the way and take your anger out on?”

He shook his head. “There you go bringing that up again, believing that it’s always about you. And they say I’m the self centered one.”

“I didn’t even bring it up.” She was in disbelief. Every time Y/N had found herself in Tony’s lab they’d be having this same conversation. “But it’s like deja vu again, right?”

"Maybe next time you'll push harder for someone else to take the assignment." Much like the last several times, they weren't holding back. "That way there's no rehashing of the past." 

"You're the one that keeps bringing it up!" Her hands went up in defeat. "If it's your goal to stick it so deeply into my head, you did that years ago when you walked away! Damn it Tony, I'm trying to do my job."

"Which is no better than what Hy-"

I'm detecting a surge in energy coming from the component. 

Those words were enough to snap them out of their argument. Both of them barely had enough time to turn their attention towards the almost disassembled gun on the table. And once they had, the energy that had been building up had been released. 

The pulse of energy shot quickly out of the exposed openings of the housing unit before hitting both Y/N and Tony. With how close they had been to the component, their bodies were tossed towards opposite ends of the Lab. 

Y/N hit several pieces of equipment before coming in contact with the glass wall, causing it to splinter in several places. She had been knocked unconscious from the force of hitting the equipment moments before that the impact to the glass had been unfelt. 

Tony had been shot in the opposite direction with the only thing behind him being the wall. He had felt several of his bones crack, ensuring there would be multiple breaks and he was sure there was some brain damage with how the back of his head hit the wall. 

His vision was blurry. No matter which way he looked, there was a haze to everything. His ears had even been muffled as if something loud had gone off in his ears, yet there hadn’t been. His body was screaming from the pain it was currently feeling. How he wasn't unconscious from the impact was a mystery to him. 

Medical help is on the way.

The AI’s words were muffled enough that Tony couldn’t make them out. No matter how many times his brain tried to process the words that were said, none of it made any sense. 

“Y/N?” He tried. His own voice sounded weird to him. But he needed to hear her respond in some way. In some way that would tell him she was alright. 

His blurred vision couldn’t pinpoint where she was. The lab was a mess and nothing he attempted to focus on would clear up. The moment he attempted to move, a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to stop altogether. 

He wasn’t sure how long had passed before he caught the blurred movements making it’s way into the lab. Medical help. Tony thought before he succumbed to darkness, passing out from the pain his body was in. 

_____

She can't stay here. She's declining quickly and we don't have the equipment to help her. 

What about Tony? 

Whatever they got hit with is actually helping him heal. It's just not with her. 

In between the sea of darkness there was bits and pieces that Tony's ears had been able to pick up on. While he had been able to hear it, his mind hadn't exactly processed it as it was happening in real time. 

It's been almost a week. What are the chances of her improving or even waking up? 

Given her stats, it will be a miracle if she does. 

Has anyone told her family? 

Fury is handling that.

For a brief moment, Tony's mind understood what he was hearing. His brain instantly goes  to a vague memory of meeting Y/N's parents when they were younger. Their faces were almost blurred in his memory from the fact his attention had mostly been on Y/N as her smile grew on her face as she introduced them to him. 

How happy she had been at the introduction while Tony hadn't cared much for it. But if there was at least one thing Tony actually knew about Y/N was how much she hated the trips her parents went on. And on this particular night at a school's science fair, they had been able to make it for the very first time. 

The memory caused a slight ache in Tony's chest. For that had been the last time he had seen Y/N smile so brightly with excitement. 

He's stable and practically healed. It's up to him on when he's ready to wake up. We don't exactly know what it did to him. 

How far did they get in their research?

They were just getting started. 

The steady pace of a heart Monitor played in Tony’s ears, mixed with several other machines going. Between each beep of the monitor he could hear the patterned sounds of a ventilator going. With each woosh and pause, Tony’s hearing focused on that sound. It seemed to ground him in place in comparison to the other sounds. If anything, the sound helped to pull him out of his slumber. 

As Tony slowly opened his eyes, he first noticed the lights had been dimmed in comparison to any hospital he ever been in. It made it easier for his eyes to adjust instead of being blinded upon waking up. With each blink of his eyes, he tried to piece where exactly he was. 

“It’s a good thing you woke up on your own.” Hearing the voice cause Tony to turn his head in the direction it came from. Once he did, he found Natasha leaning against the wall by the bed across the room. “I was about to ask for some shock pads.”

A small huff of a chuckle passed Tony’s lips. The sound quickly ended the moment Tony’s eyes landed on Y/N for the first time. His eyes widened as he took her in. The majority of the sound he heard while waking up had come from her bedside. Y/N had been hooked up to more machinery than he had ever seen someone have. Tubes and wires were surrounding her in one way or another. 

Seeing Tony’s reaction, Natasha walked over towards Tony’s bed and sat beside him. “It’s not good Tony.”

“How bad?” He asked as he began to pull himself up to sit in a comfortable position.

“You’ve both been out a week so far.” That had caused Tony’s eyebrow to raise. “Your stats have been stable over the last several days. However, hers have fluctuated constantly.”

“We thought we lost her.” Bruce said as he began walking into the room, followed by Dr. Cho. 

Over the last week, the two of them had been trying to figure out how to stabilize Y/N so they could transport her. But every attempt they made had only brought them right back to square one. While Cho went to check on Y/N’s vitals, Bruce walked further into the room by Tony’s bed. 

“Care to clarify?” Tony asked with a raised brow. 

“After. J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted us to what happened and isolated the component, how we found you both was shocking.” Bruce shook his head at the memory. “I thought Y/N was gone with how injured she looked.” He sighed a moment before tapping on the tablet he had walked in with before holding it up for Tony. 

Tony watched as the footage from a week ago began to play on the screen. He watched as he and Y/N had argued with each other. He watched as the damn component began to glow right under their noses and they hadn’t paid any attention to it. But the part that made him cringe was the way Y/N had been thrown against machinery before hitting the glass window. 

"We can't transport her to a hospital." Natasha added as she watched Tony. "Any attempt to move her, she starts declining rather quickly." 

"How quickly?" Tony asked, bringing his attention to Natasha. At his question he could see the way her eyes saddened at the information she knew. Tony knew there was no positive answer. 

“She went into cardiac arrest on the way up to the helipad.” Natasha looked over at Y/N. “By the time we got her back down here, her heart started beating on its own again.”

“Fury had brought in every medical expert on and off his payroll.” Bruce looked over at Y/N as he pulled the tablet back to his side. “Without them coming here, she wouldn’t have gotten some of the help she needed. But even then there was only so much they could do.”

“How she didn’t end up with a severed spinal cord is beyond anything I could imagine.” Dr. Cho added as she wrote down information on the clipboard she had in her hand. “Whatever that was, it saved both of you from death. However I can’t even begin to explain why she hasn’t been healing at the rate you have.”

Tony let what they told him sink in for a moment. The blast had really did a number on them. He and Y/N had been closer in proximity than the two used in the experiments. They had gotten up minutes after being exposed, but for him and Y/N, they had been out for a whole week. 

A week where he recovered while Y/N was fighting to stay alive. Where one minute she'd be stable and if moved she'd rapidly decline in a way no one had seen before. 

No noticeable changes had been noted about the man. His heath had been the same as before he had been hit by the weapon source. Reports indicate that the woman also survived this test trial, making it successful. However, her health declined significantly in the days to follow. 

“How significantly?” Tony asked. 

"Her organs began to shut down. As much as they tried to keep her alive, she died two weeks later.” 

The conversation played through his mind instantly as he sat there taking in what they told him. The words on a loop that he couldn’t pull himself out of. And if what they knew was true, the probability of her making out of this were very slim. 

Tony shook his head before before running his hand down his face. “Before it went off, we had been going through the files J.A.R.V.I.S. had downloaded. The test trials Hydra had done, the woman didn’t survive past two weeks.”

Saying the words felt hard. While it had been a part of their research, they were now looking at a situation where Y/N was now in that very position. If they had been unconscious for a whole week, that meant if everything based on that research was correct, Y/N only had a week left.

“We’ve been trying to find ways to slow the process.” Natasha shook her head. “Thor has even gone off world to try and find something out there. But there’s only so much that modern medicine can get her. Fury’s best can keep her alive, but she’s not getting any better.”

Tony sighed. “Has anyone told her parents?”

Bruce nodded. “Fury informed them. They come when they can to see her. They believe she’ll come out of this. But if what you’re saying is true-”

“We don’t know that for sure.” Tony added in before Bruce could finish his thoughts. “This is different from what Hydra was doing. For all we know it could go based on from when she woke up. We were at closer proximity. There’s a chance she could make it pass the two weeks.”

“Where do we even begin on starting to figure that out?” Natasha asked as her eyes moved to each of them before setting on Y/N. 

“Start with blood analysis.” Tony offered. “Hydra’s notes mentioned their blood being altered. We can start there and work our way up.” 

“I’ll go grab what we need.” Dr. Cho said before stepping out of the room.

The moment Dr. Cho was out of the room, Tony sighed. “Where is it now?”

“Encased under protective glass. It was the first thing we did after getting you two set up in here.” Natasha gave him a small smile. 

“Can you run a few scans on it?” Tony asked looking towards Bruce. “Anything to help give us a base on where to go. There was nothing a week ago and I’m hoping that J.A.R.V.I.S picked something up by now.”

"I'll head near the lab and see what I can go off of." Bruce turned to leave before looking over his shoulder. "I'm assuming I'm being granted the clearance she had?" 

"Yeah. As long as you aren't adding your own protocols into J.A.R.V.I.S. I won't complain."

_____

It had been hours after the others had gotten started on testing out theories. Even Natasha was attempting to get a hold of old contacts to see if they possibly heard of what Hydra was making into a weapon. But while Tony was able to get himself up and out of bed, he couldn't bring himself to leave the med bay. 

At some point he found himself sitting in the chair beside Y/N's bed. He didn't say anything or do anything but take in everything she was connected to. The sounds around him continue to play in his ear just as it had before he had awakened. 

Tony noticed that Y/N was bruised in several places. The ones he could see along her face had yellowed in comparison to some of the darker bruises that covered her arms and hands. It was as if they refused to heal while others healed as her body normally would. It was those darker bruises that reminded him that between the two of them, she had the hardest impact with the blast. 

It was hard to wrap his own head around his injuries after seeing the footage. That kind of impact against the wall should have killed him or at least left him with some kind of damage. But the only proof he had from being in that blast was a few scratches that were scabbed over and almost healed. 

There were many things that Tony knew and understood. But the one thing he couldn’t figure out was why Y/N was still in that bed, fighting for her life when he was sitting there practically healed. He couldn’t figure out why the component had easily selected the males to thrive while the women fought for their lives. 

Or maybe it was just a fluke chance. Maybe the other trials that failed were the ones where the women thrived and the men fought to stay alive. But without actual data, there was no way to tell. 

And God he hated the fact that there was no way to figure out just how much the component had altered them yet. He hated how helpless he felt at that moment. All he could do was watch Y/N as her body fought to stay alive. 

As much as Y/N could push all the right buttons to set him off, there was a time where they weren't at each other's throats. Where the possibility of a future together was more possible than the life they currently were living. That kid who wouldn't hesitate to help give her the world was now looking at Y/N through the eyes of the man that failed her in many ways. 

That life felt several lifetimes ago in comparison to the lives they were currently living. Tony knew that he no longer knew anything about Y/N. He knew that her world was now vastly different from his. And as his eyes lingered on her face, he knew deep down that he was the very reason, like many times in the past, that she was hurt. 

A sigh passed his lips as he lifted his right hand to reach for hers. If holding her hand helped ease the immense guilt he felt, he'd hold it for as long as possible. But it stopped in mid air once his eyes landed on his own wrist. 

Smaller than the tip of his finger was a design he hadn't seen before. At first glance it looked as if a small spring had been drawn on his wrist. But as he brought it closer to his face to examine it, he realized it was a small double helix segment. 

His eyebrow raised as he tried to rub the image off of his skin. But it hadn't changed. It stayed in place as he even licked his thumb before bringing it to the image and rubbed at it once more. 

Tony knew he hadn't seen that once he woke up. It sure as hell wasn't there before he had been hit. Even as he went through a quick work up with the residing medical staff, he didn't remember seeing it or anyone bringing it up. 

Looking over at Y/N, he paused for a second before reaching out for her hand once more. Gently, he turned her right wrist over. There, directly in the same place, had been the very same mark on her.

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hy, can you write something about Diana not dealing well with rejection? like she'd been dating a guy, a normal guy and gaving a good relationship, but as destiny would have, an oracle (ever so dramatic) said that if she kept seeing that man she would bring doom to themyscera, so she breaks up with hm, just to be revealed later that the prophecy was nothing but BS made up by the oacle and when she tryies to reconect with him, he just rejects her, and she isn't dealing with it very well.

[Diana of Themyscira walked along the walkways of her island with her blue eyes looking at the ground as a cold feeling in her heart as the words of the man she once loved were playing back in her head over and over again, but it was her fault for those words to be played because she was the one that broke his heart first with the worlds of the Oracle of Theymscira.]

[Name](Eyes wide as he looks at Diana): "What do you mean that you want to break up with me?! Did I do something wrong, Diana?!

Diana (Hugging herself as she looks away from [Name's] eyes): Forgive me, [Name], but nothing good can come between us being together. This is not my choice but I must not be with you anymore.

[Name](Takes Diana's Hands as tears fall from his [Eye Color] eyes): Diana, please. I don't know what is going on but I promise that I will be a good man. Just trust me and believe me when I say that I would never do anything to hurt you.

Diana (Removes her hands from [Name's] hold and steps back): I'm sorry…but I cannot be with you. Goodbye, [Name]. (Turns and walks away from the heartbroken man that stood there with his face riddled with tears.)

[That was 3 months ago and Diana returned to Theymscira with a heavy heart to aid the Amazons with their endeavors after breaking up with [Name]; the words of the Oracle were never wrong and she warned Diana that if she remained with [Name] it would be her greatest downfall, thus she broke up with the man she loved and returned him. Funny thing, she hadn't seen the Oracle in a while because everything was so busy. She was free from her duties for a while and decided to go to the Oracle's Chambers when she heard a familiar voice coming from inside.]

Hippolyta (To the Oracle): Your' warning' to Diana worked like a charm. She broke up with the foolish man and has been on Themyscira for the longest time. So, I shall groom her into the perfect Queen to take my place.

Oracle (To Hippolyta): It's always a pleasure to serve you, My Queen. While I am upset to have lied to Diana, it was needed.

Diana (Bursts into the room with fury in her eyes): A LIE?! THE WARNING YOU GAVE ME WAS A LIE TO GET ME TO BREAK UP WITH [NAME] JUST SO MOTHER COULD GROOM ME INTO HER IDEAL QUEEN?!

Oracle (Looks at Diana, frightened): My Princess, it's not what you…

Diana (Points at the Oracle): Silence yourself! You made me break up with the man I love for a selfish reason! I broke that man's heart of gold and now… now… I need to find him. (Turns on her heel and takes to the skies to reach Metropolis to find the man she loves.)

[Diana flew through the skies, looking down at the city to find the man she loves but she didn't find him at work or in the park, but she does remember this little restaurant that sold amazing burgers that he took her to once and flew in that direction and it would just so happen that [Name] was walking out of the building with a smile on his face as he held the door open for a young woman that smiled back at him; he was always so kind and she flew down to him, gaining his and the woman's attention.]

Diana (Smiling at [Name] as she ran over to him and hugged him): [Name]! I was looking for you!

[Name] (Looks at Diana confused): Diana?! What are you doing here?!

Diana (Removes herself from the hug and smiles at him): I was looking for you. I wanted to take to you and tell you that I was sorry for breaking up with you 3 months ago but I found out that the reason I broke up with you was a lie and I have come to claim your heart again.

Young Woman (Takes [Name's] hand and places her other hand on the top of his arm): [Name], who is this?

Diana (Glares at the young woman): Hey, take your hands off the mate of the Princess of Themyscira.

[Name]: Your Mate? No, Diana, I'm not your mate nor am I your man. You broke up with me 3 months ago and this is my girlfriend so she has the right to touch me if she wants.

Diana: Your Girlfriend? But… But I am your girlfriend.

[Name]: No, you aren't. You left me because of some nonsense you heard and broke my heart; you don't get to come back after 3 months and try to get back with me.

Diana: But, I love you.

[Name]: Well, I no longer love you, Diana. (Smiles at his girlfriend) You broke my heart and she put the pieces back together. Goodbye, Diana. (Turns and walks away, leaving Diana there.)

[Diana stood there with wide eyes and tears falling down her face - the man she loved just rejected her and left her for another woman. She knew that she broke his heart but she wanted to be the one that put the pieces back together and that woman…that witch stole her mate away from her. Diana took to the skies and flew out of Metropolis with a glare on her face; she was going to get [Name] back, there was nothing that was going to stop her; but first, she was going to deal with the ones that caused this in the first place.]

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New addition due to current events:

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What is happening to innocent people in Gaza are things that happened to my family in 1940's Germany, and I am very lucky some family members escaped so they could live and I could exist, but most of my family from then died in Germany.

If you cannot see that what is happening in Gaza is genocide, please block me. I do not want zionists anywhere near me.

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[silverhallow]

Do you think anyone finds out about Hyacinth and Gareths premarital rendezvous? I feel like Anthony would burst a blood vessel. But Sophie would understand.

Oh I think Sophie knew. I can’t see Hyacinth not telling her.

Same with Felicity…

But Anthony absolutely not… he would actually explode.

hyacinth or Gareth I think actually tells Violet and she just threatens to kill them if they breath a word to Anthony because Gareth wouldn’t make it to the wedding if he found out…

I think by the time the wedding happens everyone BUT Anthony knows… Benedict wished he didn’t know… but he over hears Kate and Sophie talking to her about it…

Anthony wonders why Benedict’s downing his most expensive brandy but Ben knows Anthony can’t know “just… can’t believe Hy’s getting married…” is all he says as he pours another and necks it

#ask ash #hyacinth bridgerton #Gareth st clair #hyreth #bridgerton

[joylinda-hawks]

During his previous travels around the world, the master collected pieces of the Glass Armor and a key. Was my father this friend of my master? WOH Episode 36 Part 2. JBY, listening to ZZS's story, replies that he knows, adding that Prince Jin doesn't really want Yin Yang's book. Prince Jin and JBY are descendants of the Shatuo tribe, and their ancestors suppressed a rebellion in the country and for this they were given the name and position of Jiedushi officials by the emperor. Thanks to this, they gained what they have today and ZZS knows it. We have to reach into the past. He also explains that members of their branch of the clan were subordinates of the Tuojie family. JBY continues the story in which their clan has a legend of how their ancestor, during the war that devastated the central plains, performed heroic deeds and created a treasury. In this treasury he hid the secret of building a stable state. JBJ explains that if they discover him, his clan will no longer be a wandering clan, but will enjoy wealth and peace. To open the vault, you need six keys, which are in the hands of the leaders of 6 different clans. ZZS listens carefully to what his friend says. These last words are repeated by JBY, confirming that it is true. JBY asks if this isn't a story similar to the story of Glazed Armor and Arsenal Key. He adds that there are many stories similar to the one he told. He only explains false stories while standing with his back to everyone. When you hear them too often, you stop taking them seriously. But he remembers ZZS saying that the previous Prince of Jin secretly killed ZZS's father. JBY says that he remembers that when he was a boy, the previous Prince of Jin told him that he would soon learn the secret to building a stable country. And then nothing happened. At that time, the previous Prince Jin was very depressed when he got drunk, sighed and said that his years of searching were in vain. That he was prevented from doing so by traitors. JBY explains that he then found out that ZZS's father was dead. ZZS replies that the master collected the Glazed Armor during his journey and wonders if this friend was his father. ZZS is shocked and remembers Long Que's words about who created the key and lock and under what circumstances. He also remembers what HY said about the Glazed Armor parts and the letter HY talked about regarding the circumstances of ZZS's father's death. ZZS claims that it turned out that heaven had arranged it that way. This part of the scene is actually a monologue by JBY, giving us another look at the history of the Arsenal, the Glass Armor, and the Key. A shock for ZZS is the discovery of another element from his family history. He finally managed to put it all together and see how cruel and greedy Prince Jin's family was. Prince Jin and his father counted the manipulators. The current Prince of Jin took advantage of ZZS in a perfidious way and turned him into a ruthless killer. ZZS is horrified by this and believes that Prince Jin should not enter the Arsenal. ZZH behaves sparingly in this scene, but with his facial expressions and small movements he is able to convey ZZS's pain and despair. This required him to delve deeply into the character.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #gong jun