#impeccable im gonna kiss him

[contritecactite]

Radio Omens time!! Strap in for my subjective personal opinions made by one person about the full-cast radio adaptation of Good Omens.

We're gonna begin with: I am blowing kisses to the scripting/editing/production team. This thing is an impeccable adaptation. Im-pecc-a-ble. The voice talent is fantastic, the energy is stellar, the pacing is excellent, and the sheer amount of atmospheric info they managed to translate into radio-friendly format? Mwah mwah mwah. I think it's the kind of listening format that's not for everyone, but it is SO for me.

Time for some specific highlights! It was a long day so we're a little extra silly this time. It's also long and not in a reasonable order.

(Ok good my page cut is working this time.)

- Good GOD I forgot the primary voices were Like That. I shrieked (happily) as soon as Aziraphale's mouth opened. This is why I travel alone /hj

-- (Incidentally, I said "oh fuck holy shit I can't do this" when Crowley started talking, but I did it anyway *sighs in bisexual*)

- Hheeeennghsh the opening scene in Eden is. The way it's written successfully sets up who Aziraphale and Crowley are, who they're supposed to be to each other, and a hint at who they're going to be to each other later because they are SO delightfully snippy at one another in this scene. Aziraphale's "oh, it's you" and Crowley's "mmhm, yeah, well done on keeping demons away. Bravo" (heavily paraphrased) will be living rent-free in my head until I have time to write a fic about it.

- So, having Aziraphale do the early narration is an excellent way of setting the tone. What I need you to do, if you've only done tv omens (which is so so valid and I think really is another excellent adaptation), is remember Aziraphale's magician persona. And then imagine him being that for the entire story. The pitch, the rate of speech, the slightly frantic energy, the drama: it's all just part of his overarching character in radio omens, and it's SO good for storytelling.

- Radio Crowley knows what's in all of Aziraphale's infamous Bibles so well that he can quote them. I love this detail, I love it as a means of establishing their relationship during their "let's be godfathers" scene, and I love how hard he's ribbing poor Aziraphale about the extra verses in Genesis.

- Radio Crowley is SO like... tender? I mean, all Crowleys are to some extent Soft but something about this one has just a little extra something. I love the way he talks about his temptations and shenanigans. He's so proud. It eases what could feel like needless exposition because he really seems to like explaining his process.

- That's a bit of the same of what I mean about Aziraphale's personality. Since he's very obviously inclined to dramatize a story, exposition just fades neatly into his character rather than grating on the nerves.

- They reference The Arrangement a lot and usually with a great deal of affection. There's one particular time when they even acknowledge something about wanting to protect each other.

- I adore the way Anathema and her ties to Agnes are introduced. It's so concise but meaningful, and it's just the right amount of setup for her character appearing later.

- The baby swap scene in other iterations relies so much on descriptive narrative or visual language, but you know what? The heavily trimmed down version also works surprisingly well.

- Crowley knows about the hellhound way beforehand (and, of course, he tells Aziraphale. They plan their roles for the party years in advance, which is an extremely efficient way of communicating about that scene to the listener).

- At Warlock's party in the book, Crowley gets all suspicious about a gerbil being gifted to him. In the radio drama, Aziraphale wonders aloud if the gerbil might be suspicious and Crowley tells him not to be stupid. Just struck me as a funny thing to shuffle around.

- Adult radio Anathema is everything to me actually.

- Poor Newt's childhood gets skipped over (unless I missed it, which is possible), but I liked his adult introduction as well; it brings in the whole Witchfinder-adjacent cast at once and makes it super clear how they all know each other without lingering.

- Shadwell. Just. The actor's voicework is so evocative of someone who is very gesturally expressive. There's no way he wasn't swinging his hands around in the recording space.

- The Them are all 100% perfect. Shout-out to Adam for that mind-rending scream that I was not expecting to go on for so long. Interestingly, in chapter credits, the Them are not grouped with the humans! This makes sense, but it also made my brain go !!!

- The horsepeople (both original and extra) were also so good, and that chunk of the cast gave the impression of good chemistry, so the scenes were really fun.

- Crowley says Aziraphale's name a lot. A lot a lot. Actually, most people do; probably for simplicity's sake, there's no "Mr. Fell," or "Nanny Ashtoreth," just "Mr. Aziraphale" and "Mr. Crowley."

- Well, Shadwell does say "Mr. A," and there is a Brother Francis.

- One of Nanny's rules for Warlock is "don't talk to the creepy gardener" rkahjdjs Crowley what is wrong with you

- I did in fact let out another sound when the Nanny voice happened. We're not talking about it.

- When applying for the jobs, Aziraphale just straight up calls dibs on gardener and Crowley complains and says something like "can you see me in a skirt?" and Aziraphale just pulls a date at random on which he'd seen Crowley in a skirt. This was probably also in the book, but I noticed it here and didn't there.

- Crowley's idea of something calming to listen to was a radio gardening talk show ;~; and he likes listening to televangelists for the lulz (I have never used that phrase before in my life but I'm keeping it)

- Having him hear Aziraphale possessing the televangelist was absolute genius for keeping the plot cohesive.

- Seance scene continues to be painful ahahaha...

- Hell's emissaries know that Aziraphale was discorporated and they're mean to Crowley about it in a way that implies Hell has long been aware that they're working together. Intriguing...

- There's mention at some point about how no homes in Tadfield have PlayStations or Xboxes, and I think that's a cool bit of writing to establish the time period (along with Newt bricking smartphones, which I think was said at least in breadcrumbs).

- Almost forgot, but Mr. Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett being the policemen trying to book Crowley for speeding in the beginning is so cute.

- When Satan is about to show up, Aziraphale worrying about everyone else and Crowley going "and me!" like hello, I am also in danger, that's my boss?? if u even care?? was SO funny in this version to me.

- Look, there were a lot more things, but it's already been several hours since it ended, so I'm sure I'm forgetting many.

- Oh! Pepper's backstory being transformed into her speech to Adam was SO good on so many levels. It really drove home that Adam does love his friends, it deepened their lore gradually, it made Adam's role and decisions very clear, and it also struck me as "Pepper says trans rights" even if that wasn't the intention, so hell yeah.

- The gag reel leads me to believe that Peter Serafinowicz is A) probably the funniest person alive to work with and B) extremely relatable due to the amount of time spent on the struggle bus. Also whoever put the breaking glass sound over all the accidental swears, I love you forever.

#good omens #radio omens #reading notes #cactus chatter #maybe i just need a new tag like “dran being unreasonably feral about good omens for way too many words” #suggestive #maybe?

[guav]

ᥫ᭡ for sanzu haruchiyo,

⠀⠀⠀⠀DISCIPLINE

what is sanzu to do when his waging rampage is met with a boot to the face? answer's simple: wag his tail.

⠀⠀⚠︎⠀⠀bordering on dark! graphic descriptions of blood, violence, suggestive themes, like one sex scene if u squint, y'know how it goes. ooc sanzu because idfk either. like 4.8k words.

“i’m not your superior, haruchiyo,” tensions rise with a simple roll of the tongue. the waters have been tested, they seem to be riddled with piranhas. “yet, i can’t say im loving this death stare of yours.”

if you’re not careful, he might just eat you alive. sanzu is not above murder, if your forerunner is anything to go by. his stare is cold, calculating, mapping out your body of weak points. 

“manjiro tasked me with you, but i’m not a babysitter.” that got half his attention, the mention of mikey piquing his interest. “my job is to make sure you’re useful to him.” 

like food thrown to a starving animal, his full focus now preys on you.

sanzu has beautiful eyes, you notice. they widen at your words in utter disbelief. perhaps he’s a sleeper agent, ‘sano manjiro’ being the only whisper necessary to kick him into overdrive.

sanzu is an exquisite asset, isn’t he?

ever the shrewd character, you’re quick to notice his change of nature isn’t desperate. sanzu haruchiyo is not some helpless schoolgirl chasing after manjiro. there’s layers, a bond that transcends time itself. 

he is loyal, just not valuable enough; and that breeds desperation.

“useful—” sanzu clears his throat, “useful how?”

he can’t remember the next minute very well.

the first two seconds he wastes time blinking, the fourth is spent in a panic—you’re no longer within his field of vision. mark the fifteenth second, you reappear. one moment you were staring him down, sitting on piled up boxes, the next you’re beside him.

at the twentieth, his instincts go into overdrive. there’s no escaping the inevitable now.

sanzu is agile. sufficiently lithe to brace for impact before you slam him into the wall. his ears ring, and there’s warm liquid seeping out of his ear. he’s agile enough to survive a hit from you, perhaps that’s better than most. 

the alleway starts to spin, and the remainder of the minute is spent trying to stay afloat. it’s useless though, soon enough his legs give out and he kisses the ground hello.

there’s a sizeable dent in the concrete where you absolutely smashed him into. it reeks of danger—thrill.

“am i gonna have to teach you manners, too?” you click your tongue. “you live up to the fame, aren’t you the cutest rabid mutt?”

sanzu feels your fingers on his chin. he can’t fight back against the grip, not when he can’t tell if there’s really two of you or if that’s the work of a concussion. “rule number one, haruchiyo. you only speak when it’s something worth wasting breath on.”

he’s going limp. “is that clear?”

in all the two minutes he’s known you for, sanzu’s learned better than to go against your word. or words, he’s starting to hear double.

“yes.”

you make a mental note of his impeccable survival instinct. “good.”

RULE NO. 2: do as you’re told.

“you’ve already ditched the mask once, i don’t know why you backtracked on it.” 

sanzu remains motionless. your voice may as well have been a specter the way it goes ignored. and yet, his actions (or lack thereof) are not countered with another pummel on the drywall.

your line of work dictates a healthy dose of studying enigmas. speech, actions—none speak louder than the subconscious fidgets that compose body language. sanzu’s straightened back, clasped hands behind, and distant, firm gaze communicate enough.

he’s awaiting approval to voice his thoughts.

and that earns him another mouthful of dirt.

“i’m not your superior, haruchiyo. did i really need to repeat myself?” he looks helpless on the ground, breathing a string of curses into existence at the strain of his muscles.

his hands curl into the ground below, nearly pulling out the grass within his grip in frustration.“no, there was no need.”

sanzu does try to get up, overworking the already-sore body left from your strenuous training. (why you were expecting him in his kitchen first thing in the morning, only to drag him out to do fucking burpees, he’ll never know). 

however, once again, his efforts are fruitless. muscles fail to respond, and sanzu is left to lay on the ground. pathetic. the sudden pressure on the back of his head doesn’t allow for much struggle either. it’s heavy, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that’s your boot on him.

“it appears you’re misunderstanding our relationship.”

there’s not much left for sanzu than to succumb to your weight. it’s not pleasant, not in the slightest. nothing about impotence is.

“i’m going to make you into the best right-hand man. you’ll follow some rules, but you’re free to act however you wish. i’m not-”

“my superior.”

that seems to please you.  

sanzu breathes a sigh of relief when your footing no longer uses him as floor. he dares peek at the sky, but your figure blocks the sun from blinding his eyes. so why does he squint, still? your sole presence burns just as fiery.

“this is the second rule. if you plan to become useful,” suddenly he’s listening closely, attentive. “then you best honor commands, right now they’ll come from me, soon they’ll be your precious king’s own.”

sanzu bites back a scoff, draws blood from his cheek to cut any rash thoughts short. he could do this all by himself. obedience runs deep within his veins, preaches every demand as a devoted knight would to a throne; no different than a sunflower in pursuit of sustenance light years away.

he doesn’t need you.

“i understand.” so why does he follow you, no second questions asked?

a smile blesses him from the depths of hell, though your eyes don’t squint in the slightest. scary. you raise a finger to your cheek, tapping the skin twice.

sanzu proceeds to discard the black face mask without a single word of protest. it makes your lips stretch farther up.

the same boot crushing his head mere minutes ago nudges his body, sanzu now lies on his back. there’s no escape from your words, stare ever so omnipotent. “the difference between mucho and i is simple.”

is it? you’re both equally sliceable, nothing more than cartilage and bone. maybe next time you make an appearance he’ll cut you into pieces.

regardless, you’re slippery (maybe the polarity lies in that, sanzu muses). you stood proud one second, the next make of his abdomen a seat, cold hands cupping his face like he’s fine china and you, an avid collector.

“i love my hounds as they come,” you get closer, dangerously so. “snarly, scarred—they’re all the same to me.”

turquoise eyes are left to watch his destiny play before him. snap his neck, take a bite out his neck and tear the skin apart, anything could go with you.

“let’s change the second rule, haruchiyo.”

sanzu‘s breathing rags, your hands increase the pressure, and you might go for the alternative of crushing his head like a can. effortlessly.

“rule number two, you do as you’re told, but my word comes above everyone else's.”

your fingers travel north past his cheekbones, resting just below his eyes. he’s alert. you wonder what kind of canine would quiver the same way he does right now.

“is that understood?”

woof. “yes.”

RULE NO. 17: if you’re not useful, you’re out.

“don’t you get fuckin’ tired?” sanzu all but groans, drop of sweat joining the hundreds more pooling down his shirt. “surely sittin’ around while i do all the damn work wears you out.”

his words are poison, the katana in his hands is deadly, and yet, you giggle. “nah, keep doing your thing.”

there’s a fleeting thought to ditch this fight and have your head instead. although admittedly, he’d rather learn some spanish before fleeing to nicaragua with your body in five different plastic bags.

another nameless thug lunges, and it makes for another squirming body on the ground. “when you said we’d be taking care of business i thought you meant toman business.”

you know, mikey business?

sanzu bites his tongue after the sentence rolls out his mouth. as much as you’d grown accustomed to his character, he’d be sure to join the rest of motionless, bleeding goons if he disrespects you.

“toman’s dead, lost cause.”

that makes him stop the slashing. “fuck’s that mean?”

you’re satisfied with the fight for the evening, glock in hand shooting the last of targets. one bullet per head, not a single wasted. “we’re here on business to make sure there’s a place for you in the close future. bills are also due this week, two birds, one stone, yeah?”

“elaborate, “ sanzu actually growls.

“haruchiyo.”

the calling of his name makes sanzu’s shoulders roll back, back straightening out. it’s reflex now, really.

“tokyo manji is child’s play, you can’t possibly think i’m training you for them, right?”

“no, of course not,” what are you hiding? what do you really know?

your boot steps on too many limbs to reach his position, fresh blood joins the old on your sole. “correct! you’re so smart!”

sanzu misses his face mask. with it, you would be oblivious to his sneer when your hand comes up to ruffle his hair. it’s demeaning, probably intentional on your end. makes him seriously reconsider whether you’d look best with a sword through your chest.

“if you complete your training well-enough you could rule tokyo.” your eyes bore holes into his own. “wouldn’t you say all of kantou is more appealing?”

“sure?” 

you turn away from him. sanzu can finally stop holding his breath. 

“you don’t sound too convinced, haruchiyo.” only a fool would fall for your fake distress and pouty face. you’ve lost your stoic facade—deep down you’re but a childish merc with enough brute force to rival an elephant.

two fingers are raised over your shoulder, follow.

“i’m only interested in-”

“manjiro, i know.” you’d heard this story a thousand times. mikey, mikey, mikey. “and what’s gonna happen when he starts going for bigger fish? delinquency is a slippery slope into the world of crime—a rich one, too.”

sanzu can hardly picture mikey, in all his glory, waving a gun around. “you don’t know anything about him.”

you stop in your tracks.

he stops too, a good meter from you. 

“this isn’t about tokyo manji, it’s about sano manjiro.”

“they’re one in the same,” sanzu bites back. you’re not his superior, he can do as he wishes.

“haruchiyo,” your gaze is cold. “sit.”

he kneels, swallows his pride for the hundredth time.

the abandoned warehouse breathes death and rot. there’s barely moonlight dropping from the ceiling to light his path of carnage. whatever job this was had nothing to do with mikey. it makes sanzu boil over with rage. you’re wasting his time.

“what good are you to toman if there’s no mikey?” you step closer, sanzu leans forward to meet your hands. they’re cold, caressing the diamonds carved by the latter. “how are you going to serve if you’re useless?”

he avoids your stare. “i am useful.”

one of your hands moves from his cheek to stroke his hair, gently freeing the locks from his ponytail. “you are, look around.”

sanzu can distinguish around four men crawling for their life, the rest a mess of broken bones and mangled slashes. “if mikey needs to take a life, you’ll be more than prepared to strike.”

he thinks back on mucho. the thrill that kill brought him made it hard to function the rest of the day. now it’s second nature; sanzu bites and rips apart with no hesitation, takes life as if it was never there to begin with.

“listen, haruchiyo,” your hands are clean from all ichor, and he hates how good they feel on his scalp. “think of it like a mechanism.”

eyelashes flutter prior to closing, isolating his sense of sight to fully indulge in the rest. the smell of blood, sound of your analogy, a gentle caress on his face making him wish he didn’t enjoy it as much. sanzu wishes you were dead.

“a machine with bolts, springs and wheels, synced together, with purpose.”

he pictures a shrine, lost in the midst of a sea of faceless pawns. fifth farthest from commander, or founder. he pictures kids playing; a toy plane; the first command he’s ever received—he knows things are meant to be. 

“those who can't be a cog in our wheels are just scraps.”

as with any commandment you dictate, sanzu engraves the saying in his mind. carves each letter, memorizes every syllable, savors all implications.

“are you scrap, haruchiyo?”

“never.”

“good,” you coo, leaning down to graze his forehead with a kiss. the devil’s touch. “good.”

RULE NO. 99: know your place.

sanzu has come to the conclusion you’re a fucking parasite.

autumn witnessed development from cowering at our very presence, winter tied a ribbon to the unlikely friendship, and spring arrived with you at his doorstep every other day. 

you’ve become the first thing he sees in the mornings (somehow you’re always dressed by the time his eyes flutter open, janking his blankets to drag him to train: “let’s go for a walk, haruchiyo!”)

every single evening would be devoid of any personal space. whether it’s his couch being invaded, to his kitchen becoming an absolute mess with whatever recipe you’re trying to put together. no, it’s not the thought that counts, even if the heart-shaped burnt cookies were for him anyway.

the nights were probably the worst.

sanzu had long-forgotten his closet being only halfway full, nor does he know when you had practically moved your entire wardrobe into his. there’s not enough space for the two of you, and he absolutely despises how everything smells like you now.

“haruchiyo, bathtub’s ready.”

you’ve somehow achieved the impossible by making bubble baths the worst thing he can come to think of. hates the thought of getting dragged to it, absolutely detests how he tosses and turns in bed whenever he doesn't have one with you.

there's a nice scented candle on the counter serving as the lone light source within his bathroom. an obscene amount of foam clings to your hand as you test the temperature. save for the swoosh of the water, it seems sanzu might be granted the miracle of having a relaxing moment of silence in his bubble bath.

you stand, "turn around, 'm taking these off."

never fucking mind.

begrudgingly, sanzu complies. he starts to discard of his own clothes, too. his hands barely make it to the hem of his shirt before a piece of fabric lands perfectly on his head. god, you're gonna make him pop a vein.

"i'd love for you to not throw your underwear at me," sanzu has half the mind not to throw them back at you, opting for hooking a finger in the undergarment and throwing it as far away as possible.

"my bad," you're not in the least sorry. the water is too perfect to dwell on past mistakes. "c'mon, chop chop."

soon his body enters the water too, bubbles parting way as his skin kisses the still water. sanzu leans back on your body, not minding in the slightest the feel of your naked skin against his own; your body warmth rivaling the water's own.

(okay, maybe he minds a little)

"isn't this nice?"

"no," sanzu doesn't miss a beat. "have i ever told you how much i hate you?"

a good amount of shampoo is combed through his scalp by your fingers, gently massaging the area. "a couple times, yes."

let's make it thrice then: "well, i really fuckin' hate you."

what's most thrilling about sanzu haruchiyo is the double-edged blade his persona holds. failure comes with crystal clear dangers of getting diced alive, success offers a never ending supply of amusement. 

you push his head further into the water to rinse the shampoo off. there's no struggle from sanzu, you could very well drown him right now and there'd probably be no fight coming from him.

"you're seriously useless, i don't need you tellin' me what to do to appease mikey."

"close your eyes for me."

he follows your demand without missing a beat, basking in the water you pour on his face to rid the last bits of foam. "i want you dead."

early are the mornings your movement would be restricted by a pair of arms, late are the nights you'd walk home from a hit only to see his room's lights go off as soon as you enter the building. 

"you gonna leave me to shrivel like i’m raisins? get on with it."

you reach for the soap, "aren't you needy, haruchiyo?"

sanzu groans, this would seem like the perfect moment for a meteor to strike his building. rather than feeding into your delusion he keeps quiet. it’s better than talking to the wall you are. teasing, threading the rope that is his patience for you. 

hands travel across his skin, tending to it with soap that’s gonna leave sanzu reeking of your strawberry soap. “you’re funny, haruchiyo.”

it’s a shame there’s no sharp objects within his reach. “can’t wait for the day you slip and die.”

his half-empty threat procures a giggle from you. “see!”

“or the long fuckin’ awaited night you get stabbed and dumped in an alleyway.”

your laughter reverberates and bounces off the walls, and yet sanzu can’t tell if it’s sincere or genuine. 

banter ends at that, and soon he is clean. though there’s no change in position to allow for sanzu to even attempt to wash you, too. strange as it is, the peace and quiet are both rare enough, perhaps the universe has been kind enough to grant him this one moment of silence.

“but really, you are funny — i get the impression you’re all bite no bark,” enough instances of carnage and gargling on metal could easily refute this observation. you don’t care. “you whine, cry, complain, and yet you never ask for anything.”

just this morning he asked you to do the dishes (which you never did: “can’t make me”). perhaps dementia was knocking on your door a good thirty years too early. however, it’s implied you're not referring to such superficial instances.

“haruchiyo,” your body draws him impossibly closer, “what is it you wish most for?”

he tilts his head back, leaning on your shoulder. the new position allows for a better view of your face. momentarily, perchance a slip of character, his eyes wander. glance at your lips, the bubbles hugging your body from his view, squint to see what the water hides. “hell if i know.”

a hum is enough reassurance that you won’t contest his blatant lie. “okay.”

a splish, splash, and overflowing water hitting the tile, sanzu is now the one kneading at your hair, soap lathering and cleaning. intimacy at its finest. delectable sweetness as you lean back, and take a nibble of his jugular. it earns you a pinch on your hip.

“say, you in the mood for a new addition to the rulebook?”

“not in the slightest.”

his honesty is met with a splash of water to his face, “too bad, take note.”

sanzu rolls his eyes, cost of opportunity heavy with regret since, of course, he forgot to carry a toaster into the bathroom to finally take you out.

“know your part wherever you are—learn when to be the hanged, and when to be executioner.”

it’s random. it’s ironic. “if we’re playin’ like that, then your authority’s worth jack shit to me.”

“is that so?”

once again, the question is left unanswered. hung and forgotten.

“i think your act and place should always be by my side” you muse. it’s custom you add a rule to the list and immediately reform it.

a phantom feeling tugs at his throat, like a collar being yanked. hands that operate under your every order move to rest on your thighs. underwater, there’s no hierarchy; nudity knows no ruler from subject. “and if i say no?”

“you won’t.”

a horrifying realization dawns on sanzu haruchiyo that night. as his fingers inch dangerously higher, and higher, as the water turns cold, carelessly splashing outside the bathtub. as his teeth sink everywhere and two become one, sanzu haruchiyo comes to a gut wrenching conclusion.

‘you won’t.’

it’s true. maybe words can’t ever describe what he wishes for, but it’s easy to cross out what he doesn’t want.

sanzu knows he doesn’t want to stop. doesn’t wish for your hand to ever release his bicep from that deathly grip, or for you to stop making those noises, nor does he want anything but your warmth once it’s all said and done.

sanzu knows he doesn’t wish for you to ever leave, and maybe that’s enough.

RULE NO. 275: forget everything i've taught you.

"..what?" sanzu is beyond confused.

"yeah, you're good to go, no need to follow anything i've said anymore."

the room was empty. manjiro had long since left, the eldest haitani had grown bored of your mongrel staring him down with every flirt he shot your way, and the rest of kantou manji had simply shown themselves out for their own various reasons that no one truly cares for.

the gears are still turning on his head, cerebrum working overtime to decipher the new mandate, or lack thereof? schrodinger's rulebook, perhaps?

“you look good in white, you know.” as if you hadn’t just nuked everything he’s ever known, you lean forward to adjust his collar. your favorite pretty boy, dearest psychopath. “let me tie your hair for you.”

“what the fuck do you mean?”

he hates the feigned confusion you present him with. hates the tilt of your head so much he actually unsheathes his katana, blade steady and barely a few inches from your neck. it further irritates him your obvious lack of response, not even a flinch.

any other day you’d play the clueless game, but there’s really no one paying you the hour anymore. “it was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

“why are you acting like you’re,” sanzu bares his teeth, disgusted at just the thought of the word, “like you’re ditching?”

interesting phrasing. not ‘leaving,’ that would imply abandonment, a cry of weakness. ‘ditching’ pins blame from the moment it is vocalized, like whatever you’re doing, actions sanzu is still trying to decode, is irrevocably your fault.

steel kisses your neck, close enough to feel the cold, and the lack of wavering. you’re proud of haruchiyo, really. “gonna miss me?”

“you don’t leave a gang.” there’s the helpless child in disguise. 

“manjiro took you in as vice,” you don’t bother with swatting the katana away, instead moving close enough to feel his hitched breath on your lips. arms thrown over his shoulders, fingers combing and threading to jail his locks into a ponytail. “i’d say my work is done.”

triads of protest die in his throat. shackles finally dissipate into thin air, long were the solstices he prayed for this day to come. yet sanzu feels himself floating away at the lack of grounding. he’s gonna be sick. 

for once the silence is suffocating. overwhelming. unwelcome. the katana slowly scurries back into hiding, desperately like an animal rolling over to flaunt it’s belly; a last ditch effort of submission.

“aren’t you excited?”

he can finally kill you. he can finally roll over in bed and not find you there. he can finally return to being alone, and the strongest, and-

sanzu doesn’t do as he’s told. 

“you finally have what you want.”

sanzu isn’t useful.

“you’ve been acknowledged.”

sanzu doesn’t know his place.

“you’re finally free.”

sanzu shoves you with enough force to stumble back onto the wide table in the meeting room, it’s surprising how it doesn’t shatter. there’s not enough time in a second to allow a reaction, not when he overpowers you for the second time, back slamming against the wood, sanzu’s body nestling between your legs. you can let him have this.

sanzu is stiff. he’s not used to being the one to leap first when it comes down to your dynamics. it feels unnatural to cage you like this, for your legs to wrap and pull him closer, like you’re mocking him. “you’re not my superior.”

one of your hands trail up his arm. “that’s correct.”

“then you’re my enemy.”

you tug him down, lips finding themselves naturally drawn right under his jaw. there’s no verbal answer to his introspection. 

“then i’ve beat you — i’m stronger than you.”

sanzu most certainly did not miss the floating sensation your attacks give him. by all means, physically, he should be stronger. so, physically too, it’s odd when your hand pushes his weight effortlessly, and your leg locks on to successfully beat his ass and pin him down. it sucks feeling a concussion in the brewing. 

he’s always looked prettier under you. “now that you’re on your own, haruchiyo, prepare to make mistakes.” his hands instinctively fly to your waist, “learn from them.”

sanzu groans, he himself doesn’t know if it’s the pain speaking or the built up frustration, “‘s that a new rule?”

the juxtaposition of slamming sanzu on the table and the gentle hands that come to tilt his head is a little funny. his skin smells of strawberries as you ghost your lips across it. “they’re parting words.”

it’s by no means a new position he’s found himself in. and yet he feels stumped. helplessly watching as the fire crackles its last sparks, as the last train starts to close its doors. even your body starts to feel like a distant whisper.

"haruchiyo, i want you to remember me." you're positive even the idea is far-fetched. the way his muscles tense and eyes narrow at your every call is automatic now. "memorize how my fingers feel on your jaw."

sanzu nearly purrs at the contact, and it's pathetic. he could never forget the grip, your hand looks best when it's on his face. 

"memorize my voice, you must."

it goes without saying he already has. plenty were the nights he woke up in cold sweat, hallucinating you in every shadow and crevice; many more he’s coped by turning in bed and found the warmest embrace in your arms.

he can't live without you.

"haruchiyo, what else can i do for you to remember me, forever and always?"

'what is it you wish most for?'

he remembers the seventeenth rule, remembers the day you promised him a reward far beyond being an asset to mikey. sanzu had reflected on it far too long. what could he possibly ask from you?

power is all he ever wants. being of importance, too. both are things he could never have from you. 

you have it all. you best him in every way possible. 

maybe, in just one thing, he can overthrow you. "a kiss."

sanzu has come to the conclusion there's no healthy middle when it comes to you. his mind splits between wanting your head on a stick and fighting urges to leap and bite at your lip until blood is drawn. 

perhaps an impulse to prove himself useful so you stay. a test of courage, his mouth wherever you need it most, whatever it is that will make you forever forget the thought of leaving him to fend for himself like a mutt.

"a kiss?" you've never looked more inviting than now, leaning back to stare him down, slowly blinking, a stray lock of hair falling out of place.

you’re making him feel real stupid. a small fraction cringing at his request, as if he had been reading the mood wrong and just completely ruined the moment (as if you straddling and leaving a mark or two on his neck could mean anything else). 

eyes never once stray from his stare. sanzu really is funny.

you lean back down, unamused with the shit-eating grin that’s stretching across his face. first comes the corner of his lips, a fleeting brush of your lips, a ghost to acknowledge his diamonds. sanzu’s fingers dig onto your hips as, painfully slowly, you align with his lips. 

sanzu haruchiyo, akaashi haruchiyo, your pride and joy. only way to commemorate would be by taking a bite out of him, how could you not?

your teeth sink mercilessly on his bottom lip. sanzu fights a choked cry, it hurts, and you don’t pull away until he’s left bleeding, panting, and so very dissatisfied. unfulfilled. bested again. 

“find me again,” as a treat, you kiss the half of his lips, stealing the red drops for yourself.

“money,” you kiss his cheek. “power,” he seeks your lips again, struggling for his wish. “influence,” you pull back.

sanzu grumbles a protest or two, flailing in a last ditch effort to claim what was his. your hand on his neck kills any hope of that. 

a finger swipes his bottom lip, teasing the lack of prize right in his face. “become someone with all three under his sleeve and you’ll find me again.”

the frustration is building back up. murderous desires. the need to fight you for control.

“is that understood?”

nevertheless, you’ve disciplined him well. “yes.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀navi.⠀＆⠀m.list.⠀＆⠀send me an ask!

⠀⠀also hbd to my least favorite person @k9wa

#take a shot every time i compare sanzu to a dog #kiiisss meee u aaanimaaal #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #ROGUEL1KE

[konishirrr]

Twining w the bsd men hcs

👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼

→Atsushi

·matching necklaces bc he looks like the type to have bracelets fall off of him

·prolly his or ur initial

·would proudly say its ur initial or he's matching w u but add a little but of\\\blush\\\

·like, not impersonating him bu-

"Hm? Oh yeah, its their initial. Oh ye-yeah were kind of m-matching ya know?"

·doesn't really take it off no

·would be a little upset if u took if off but would understand

·when hes nervous he'll prolly brush his fingers on the initial or just grabs it

→Sigma

·EARRINGS OMG-

·prolly card earrings or smth cute

·oh wait imagine it being like, black heart red heart or king and queen lorddd-

·doesn't really notice them but when he's checking his appearance he'll look at the earrings and give a soft smile

·only takes it off for sleep and showers

·treats it like royalty tbh

·loves being side by side wearing them like, its like an addiction

·overall, very understanding, great taste, softie

→Chuuya

·its time for yalls fav ginger mafioso

·chokers CHOKERS

·it doesn't matter, either hes red and youre black or you're red and he's black the lil gem in the middle of the choker

·he has impeccable taste so he prolly gets alot of compliments abt it and always thinks abt u (if ur not there)

·walking in yokohama w him and wearing that is going to feel so powerful omg-

·i feel like when hes nervous he'll sometimes have breathing problems like breathing too fast and he'll always trace the gem on the choker

·when he's off doing mafia stuff its gonna get dirty so he'll clean it alot

·will prolly get touchy and kiss ur neck if u take it off

→Fyodor

·RINGS im not ariana but RINGS

·he's very classy so imma go w rings

·prolly ur fav gemstone can be ur birthstone, anything

·he'll probably try to go w smth that matches his everyday style…

·black or navy blue.

·whenever his hands start to hurt alot from typing for so long i have a feeling he'll massage his fingers and sigh←happy* when he feels the ring

·but when he first got it nikolai was prolly all up in face like "who that for?" "You married and still a terrorist?"

·when he kisses ur hand he'll kiss the gem

→Dazai

·like bracelets

·and it may as well have ur whole name on it

·wears it like badge of honor (it is)

·MORE HAND GESTURES

·plays with it alot if its that kidcore block alphabet thingy but if its like those gold engraved ones just traces ur name over and over

·boasts abt it especially to kunikida like not impersonating him or any-

"Hey Kunikida. Get what ive got~"

"See? It truly is true love, me and belladonna"

·dramatic af when u take if off for 0.001 second

👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼👯🏼

#atsushi x reader #atsushi x you #sigma x reader #sigma x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd headcanons #bsd #❤️

[gaybitchfx]

May I request for Might Guy and Jiraiya (separate) and Husband-reader who still flirts and tells them cringy pick-up lines? :D

Character(s): Might Guy and Jiraiya

Type of reader: M!Reader who’s their husband

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): I can’t flirt bare with me here🥲

Edited: ❌

Might guy is a “serious” person and everyone knows that

But when it comes to you he can’t help but feel all giddy like a teenager

Since he’s met you, he’s always felt this connection y’know?

Sometimes whenever you were in a playful mood you’d tell him these cute and cheesy pick up lines and flirt with him;

“Have you ever been to a museum? Cause you’re truly one work of art!”

“If you were a chicken you’d be impeccable~”

“Are you a camera? Because every time I see you I smile”

All that kinda cheesy stuff

Might guy can’t help but crack a big goofy smile as he scoops you into his arms and smothers you in kisses

Whenever you’d flirt with him in front of people for example, Kakashi

He would get flustered but he’d be proud that he has something Kakashi doesn’t

A flirtatious husband

He’s grateful to have you and will cherish you till the day he dies

He’s a pervert so he loves those pick up lines you tell him to get him going

Such as;

“Im gonna give you a kiss, if you don’t like it return it”

“Gimmie your name so I know what to scream at night~”

“Aside from being sexy what do you do for a living?”

Those kind of pick up lines

He has no shame in telling you how he loves your pick up lines

So ever since the two of you met and started dating you haven’t stopped telling him those cute pick up lines since

And he’s never gotten tired of them, that’s one of the things he loves about you and his relationship

#might guy #might guy x male reader #might guy x reader #might guy x you #might guy x y/n #might guy fluff #jirayia #Jiraiya x male reader #jiraiya x you #jiraiya x y/n #jiraiya x reader #Jiraiya fluff #fiction #anime #fluff #x male reader #naruto

[ssreeder]

sreedie. it is time.

NO SOKKA baby people want to be your friend you just DONT LET THEM

pls sokka thinking he can gaslight himself out of being in pain is so in character but so. goddamn Frustrating

sokka is giving anna from frozen with his whole “my firebender’s awake so IM awake” deal

listen I get why sokka is like oh I should cut back on the swearing if I wanna Grow as a person but like,,, as an australian the concept of swearing being Bad is just so foreign to me lmao

I think it’s a really interesting component of the zukka relationship (highlighted by your traumatic drowning scene thx sreedie) that sokka’s instinct is to try to hide in/behind zuko??? like he’s obviously very protective of zuko too, but I think that in a way, even when sokka is on the offensive and is the person defensive zuko from the outside world he’s still using zuko as like, idfk a shield?? of sorts??? to deflect away his fear for himself and all that jazz… does that make any sense whatsoever????? idfk lads

STOP ik it’s a super serious moment but all I could think about when sokka was like “he had to do it for zuko” wAS THE FUCKING let me do it for you tiktok sound T-T

not aang talking like an actual certified therapist at 12 years of age omfg- wish I was that emotionally well adjusted fr

damn sokka really said #codependecy

FUCK PLEASE TELL SOKKA ABOUT YHE FUCKINF VEINS PLEASE SREEDIE IM STRESSED AS ALL HELL

F U C K

Y E S

finally ohmygod

katara: I can feel the toxins in zuko’s blood

iroh externally: oh?

iroh internally: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

LMFAO zuko calling sokkatara momo while his body is actively trying to kill itself as a JOKE is the most zuko thing ever. the most comedic thing about this boy is his absolutely Disastrous timing (by which I mean it’s impeccable)

PRISON PALS I still love that moniker <3

noooo not zuko worrying about shen when we know damn well shen got kebabed >:(

can katara please tell sokka that zuko wants him by his side. like girl. please.

okay I really do Not want this to happen, nor do I think it actually Will happen bc uhm duh, but it would be like,, so ironic of zuko did just die. like they went through all that and for what LMAO (it’s not funny it’s Not Funny why am I giggling to myself)

FINALLY A MENTION IF THE MIRACULOUS TEETH KEEPING OF ZUKKA NATION

lmao sokka is worrying himself into a early grave bc he cares so much about zuko but he’s also 100% ready to immediately assume that zuko let him down by outing sokka as a liar (I mean he’s right, but still. harsh)

woah woah woah sokka calm your tits man, rasu might be sex on legs but your sister is only 14 and that’s just gross

SEE rasu my reasonable child <3 (he’s also so snarky I actually love him so. much.)

insane how fast sokka switches from “rasu >:(“ to “rasu :D” when he learns that rasu knows zuko lol

YOU CANT TAKE THE NERD OUT OF SOKKA BABYYY (same.)

“sipping the sauce” LMAO

uh yeah rasu I think jee has every right to be worried ngl

sokka is just out here exposing himself bc he’s JEALOUS I cannot anymore with this boy

“prince zuko is a character without trying to be one” yKW I JUST REALISED?? ZUKO HAS MAJOR MR BEAN ENERGY just more homocidal and uh,, traumatised

god thinking about jet’s amputation has me squeamish as FUCK

sokka rearranging his book stack so the sex book is in the middle is so relatable agsjekfpf it’s giving the same energy as getting a massage and hiding your underwear between the rest of your clothes after you get changed into the robe thing

not sokka being endeared by zuko’s love for the art of thievery <3 mood

SHIT FUCK QUON

DICKHEAD

OMG WAIT IS HE GONNA RECOGNISE SOKKA AS RHE BITXH THAT ZUKO KISSED PRIOR TO KIDNAPPING

damn. after all that and sokka just exposed himself. cant even blame it on zuko this time buddy.

you can always count on little sisters to put you back in your place (as the little sister can confirm)

woag.

not the angst train going past us like choo choo motherfuckers.

I am not going to bag katara in any way, shape, or form for pretending to be sokka to get information out of zuko bc I would’ve so done the same thing with like,, zero hesitation. maybe I’m just a lying liar who lies though so idk

anyways: screaming, crying, destroying your living room and smashing all your lightbulbs.

I’m so mad that there’s no zukka reunion BUT !! you did give us a library which I was SUPER not expecting but enthralled by nonetheless so ig I’ll have to forgive you

ANYWAYS hope life has retired from kicking you around bc that’s my job and I’m the only one allowed to make you suffer >:(

also I just reread my last comment and realised I already said I’d smash all your lightbulbs so ig this is just a trend now. have fun living in medieval times forever ex-lover <3

Oh shit that’s so true, Sokka is very Anna and Zuko is very Elsa haha. (Odd how that happened lol)

Soooo I do think Sokka depends on Zuko WAY too much, emotionally physically mentally - but if that’s all he has to keep him waking up in the morning who am I to stop him. (But building up his own physical strength, dealing with his own issues instead of just focusing on zukos trauma, and allowing other people in his life to get close to him and then help him would be GREAT ;))

Sokkatara is now canon I’m obsessed with the nickname leekie beloved your brain is too big.

Rasu was like “oh no this kids crazy” & then Sokka said “tell me about Zuko” and rasu twirls his hair and giggles “SURE” & that’s how friends are formed. Take notes.

Katara & Sokka just need to get into one big “getting along shirt” and call it a day… but I kind of think Sokka would try to claw his way out… so yeah we don’t do that.

Lies are being exposed and Sokka has ZERO ground to keep standing on so he better accept the help or he is really going to drown. Ha.

LEEKI STOP SMASHING MY LIGHTBULBS I GOT TWO FLASHLIGHTS AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE.

Alright ex love I will see you soon!! :) <3

#but not actually #I won’t be SEEING YOU #but I’ll be arounndddddd #I was going to post the next chapter this weekend #then it was Eid #& my beautiful beta was raging #like a badass #& in the meantime I rewrote like #… two POVs #so yeah I kind of went backwards haha #probably next weekend #unless soemthing incredible happens #which I’ll keep ya posted <3 #LOVE YOU LEEKIE!!! #leekie tag #liab #ITF #ask

[dykevillanelle]

a definitive list of omfd characters, from most to least fuckable

my qualifications: lesbian, impeccable taste, been rotating pirates & friends in my head for 5 solid weeks

Ed Teach - everything about him is pure distilled Fuckability and Gender. i knew i would sell my soul to him the moment he came onscreen. he is sooooo babygirl

Jim Jimenez - vico ortiz ruin me challenge. the scene where they're fighting with jackie...powerful homoeroticism, i really enjoyed it

Spanish Jackie - ive been a leslie jones stan since 2016 and the copious amounts of red velvet just made me fall deeper in love. with twenty husbands you know she's a freaque

Mary Bonnet - ms bonnet you deserve to have it laid down So right. i know you have free real estate guy but i think one of your widows support group ladies or me could do it better

Oluwande Boodhari - every time he comes onscreen i legally have to say "oluuuuuuu" while making heart eyes. 11/10 would be a very attentive lover

Roach - absolutely insane little guy, my best friend. his query of "how does he kiss?" re: the hook-headed man tells me that he's a romantic at heart.

Frenchie - everyone loves a musician who schemes and steals fancy suits during a raid. would entertain me with theories about crystals and demons. <3

Evelyn Higgens - i couldn't handle her but i wish i could

Nana - i'm not sure if it's blasphemous to include a nun on a fuckability list but if any nun fucks, it's this one.

Fang - hot topic belt boy!!!! he DOES have stunning cheekbones and i adore him.

Abshir - scammer king. he would treat me right <3

Ivan - i want more ivan in s2. his vertical stripes and black vest are so fun and flirty! 8/10

Lucius - the sideburns really don't do it for me but he'd write pretty great poetry afterward, so i'll allow it

Stede Bonnet - right smack in the middle of the list. he's extremely mid but i will confess Liberated Stede taking his boat out onto the water in 1x10 has a certain je ne sais cock

Wee John Feeney - he would be so gentle and i love his star face tattoos. interior design king, excellent hair

Black Pete - we stan a guy whose love language is gifts. im gonna need him to show some loyalty, though

Nathaniel Buttons - i think buttons doesn't know what sex is. you know the elbow sex thing in rocky horror? that's his bag

The Swede - the whole teeth-coming-out thing really disturbed me on a primal level. this is nothing against him personally, our little nordic angel

[the point of unfuckability, all others ranked only for completion's sake]

19. Alfeo de la Vaca - good taste in citrus, bad oral hygiene. 1/10 would not recommend to a friend 20. Doug - per my girlfriend: "he's not so much rancid as he is utterly sexless". i think this is true even tho canonically he treats mary right. 21. Izzy Hands - when i initially conceived of this list, izzy was at the bottom, but somehow there are characters more rancid than he is. izzyfuckers DO NOT INTERACT this racist little rat man can choke but not in a way that he would like 22. Antoinette / Gabriel - i do love kristen schaal but. yuck 23. Badminton twins - would probably find some way of accidentally killing themselves and that just sounds like a lot of hassle. 24. King George - i think it just goes to show how bad jack and geraldo are that i'm putting them below a literal british monarch. but. this man is disgusting. 25. Calico Jack - he's never thought about another person's desires in his life. probably smells like a distillery and never learns your name. fuckable only for someone with intense self-loathing 26. Geraldo - you know how people talk about getting the ick? this man is one huge ick. i thought this even before i found out fred armisten didn't treat natasha lyonne like the queen she is. i would rather fling myself from the cliffs of dover than even consider touching this man

#our flag means death #ofmd #angel.txt #discourse on this post and die by my sword. it's joques

[guavagyu]

always willing - k. minhee <3

Prompt: Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.

OMG IM LITERALLY GONNA CRY?? WHY IS MINHEE SO HOT ANYWAYS OK SO I STARTED WRITING THIS AT LIKE 5 AM AND WITH NOTHING IN MIND BUT THE PROMPT AND IM REALLY NERVOUS SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST POST WORK IDK THINGAMABOB (pls give feedback!!) SO HERE WE GO

i wanna dom minhee so bad and i was listening to heaven - taemin making this sooooooo...yea

pairing: softdom!reader x sub!minhee

warnings: fem!reader as well, riding and stuff, nipple and breast play, oral (f and m receiving), mommy kink, a smidge of humor in the beginning, cum eating, swearing!!, lowercase intended, & unprotected sex (wrap the swiggity swooty before coming for that booty) (omg pls tell me if there r more that need to be added!)

NSFW BELOW!! MINORS DNI!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION <3 also not proofread lmao pls lemme know if there are any noticeable errors or fixes that need to be made!

mini XL:

dhsakhkhdkshakhdjhajsd

reader:

?

mini XL:

sorry i was just uh

reader:

??

mini XL: 

uhhh hehehe

reader:

oml pls just tell me what ur think abt

mini XL:

i was thinking abt u..

reader:

what about me?

mini XL: 

uhhhh..nothing

reader:

if u dont tell me istg

mini XL:

OKOK FIEN I WAS THINKING ABSOUT YOUR LIPS AND LIKE US MAKUNG OUT QND LJKE STKFF LIEK HTAT..i just want u to kiss me

reader: 

are u sure a kiss is all you want? we can take it further, if you’d like. im always willing to go further with you. 

mini XL:

shit, come over please. ;(

         and before long, minhee opened his door to you standing before him, soon catching his lips into a rough yet passionate kiss, making your statement and getting your point across. you wanted him, and minhee had no opposition to that, he might’ve even wanted you more. mid-makeout you and hee dragged yourselves to his bedroom, settling into the soft cushions, you straddling him. he let out a moan when you started rolling your hips into his boner, however silenced by your connected lips. it was only then that you decided to remove your mouth from his and say, 

“fuck, have you always sounded that hot?” you panted, 

“uh, i dunno,” he shrugged, and you snorted,

“before we continue, are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked,

“yeah, i’m yours, all yours,” minhee looked into your eyes with pure lust,

“stop me if anything becomes too much, ok?” 

“shit, alright,” and your lips met again, with even more fire and heat than before. you tried your best to remove your clothing and his without parting your lips, but it was all in vain. minhee’s toned upper body gleamed in the moonlight peeking through the curtains, it was a spectacular sight. he looked impeccable, delicious even. you wanted nothing more but to have him fuck you into next year, but that’d be way too fast and over way too soon for the both of you. 

         all of your clothing was quickly taken care of as well, your nipples hardening from the chilly air. it sparked you, and you felt arousal pooling at your core. minhee's lips attached to one hardened nipple, before moving on to the next. you didn't expect to like it so much, but it ended up making you moan softly. after a few moments of attention paid, he reattached his lips to yours, engaging in what seemed like a kiss that lasted forever,

"uh, mommy?" the sudden title shocked you, but you also kinda liked it,

"yes, minhee?" you raised an eyebrow,

"can, i..uh.." minhee trailed off,

"words, babyboy," he groaned at the word,

"can i please eat you out, mommy?"

"look at you being so polite," minhee blushed "sure, eat me out, babyboy," you positioned yourself on the bed and got comfortable. he began by lapping at your core, moving his tongue between your folds, practically drinking your juices. your breathing got heavier as you clung onto minhee's soft hair as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit. the longer he did this, the closer you got to your orgasm. soon, with a low groan, you released, minhee happily taking it all in. with a semi-loud swallow,

"you-you tasted so good mommy," he panted, and you chuckled,

"do you want mommy to suck you off now? you look a little..neglected," you smiled, minhee blushing hard before softly nodding. that being said, you two switched positions, you being above him now. his dick was angry, red, and leaking with precum. you began with a few kitten licks, which earned a few soft whines from minhee,

"please don't tease, mommy," he wriggled, and you skipped the foreplay. you began eagerly sucking and taking in all that you could manage, and minhee's moans increased in volume and frequency. you started to suck harder and began bobbing your head up and down, leading to minhee quickly cumming in your mouth with a loud moan soon after. you swallowed it all and brought minhee in for a soft kiss, his cum seeping into his mouth, letting him taste his release,

"can i ride you, babyboy? or are you still too sensitive?" you giggled,

"no mommy, i think i can take it," he looked at you,

"alrighty, please tell me if you want to stop for any reason, okay?" you looked at him seriously, and he nodded. you shifted, now facing him, and slowly sank down onto his dick. you groaned at the stretch, and minhee moaned at your tightness enveloping him. you quickly found a suitable pace for the two of you, minhee gradually becoming a moaning mess as he headed towards his second release, and you shortly behind him. he began thrusting with every bounce in a desperate measure to reach his orgasm faster, and it did help. you two soon came together, your sweaty body collapsing onto his equally sweaty body, panting in the attempt to catch your breath,

"in a few minutes, wanna take a shower and have round two?" minhee panted,

"s-sure," you panted harder, you two soon getting up from the bed, and heading into the bathroom for a shower, and round two.

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© guavagyu 2023. all rights reserved. plagiarization, reposting, translating, and/or rewriting ANY and ALL of my works is prohibited.

#minhee cravity #cravity minhee #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kang minhee #cravity smut #minhee smut #kang minhee smut

[hirokiyuu]

actually i changed my mind i'm doing liner notes while fic is stlil fresh in my brain

i wanted so so badly to title this "how could i ever be so dumb to believe i'd be the one you would adore" but it was too long. heartbreaking. this would still have been such a baller title. i did consider "the one you would adore" but i think the title i settled on was better lol

i also wanted to use smth from no love in february which is also pretty dyssol for this exact scenario u kno. wnating sol to have reached out to him and hten not getting it <3 "where were you when i needed to hear you say / turn around i'm right behind you!" all that shit its soooo good for htem tbh

originally sym emerged "from the shadows of the forest" and my beta was like "there's no forest this is the ridges, the whole point is there's no forest" and i had to pull up the literal in-game text that has him emerging, quote, "from the shadows of the forest." they were so angry it was immesnely funny. i did cut it tho bc it's technically inconsistent w/worldbuilding LMFAO

i kind of wish it'd come up more but part of this sol is characterized by being unaugmented. real fucked up that people just give u extra kudos for not being augmented lmfao i do think abt that as the perk a lot

this sol's also super poly. i wanna go into this in another ficlet maybe but she was genuinely really vibing with dys's crush on sym from the start (which is part of the reason he was confused abt whether or not she liked him, lol)

originally this run was gonna be ot3 but i fucked up the timing of sym's last event but honestly? ive mentioned this before but hinge poly sol/dys/sym? does vibe. tfw ur boyfriend is clearly in love w/ur girlfriend who shes not dating also and u jsut ahve to deal w/that

a lot of the convo ended up rearranged from canon to better flow, and some stuff got cut. im still SO sad i couldnt work in dys droppign his entire dinner in the fire thats like one of my favorite parts. dyssol is best when they are both STupid <3

also sad in retrospect i had to cut the whole "where were you" but again it did not fit. i just wanted them yelling stupidly at each other tbh LAKHSGLKAHSLDKG

so i wrote this entire fic out of order starting with "you absolute spacehead, i am in love with you" which means when i wrote the part where sym cuts in my beta, who never got this scene, went SYM WAS JUST THERE? and i was like. yeah. thats canon btw thats part of the canon scene. and they lost it

"i am so stupid into you, i love you more than anything or anyone in this whole dumb universe" as a dramatic love confession is fun i think. simultaneously very like...... desperate and aching and also kind of stupid u kno. very nineteen of her. one of my fave lines from this in general tbh

the funniest possible note from my beta on the middle of the kiss

"i want all those kids tammy and i picked out dumb names for when we were nine" is another personal fave lmfao. again. dumb teens trying to talk abt the future and what they want

it was really important to me that sol didn't look pretty while she was crying. snotty + wet-faced and kind of ugly about it u kno. dyssol are a little gross and they love each other about it! it's aprt of the love

ive always thought abt dys not having anyone to find him on the spaceship (if hes not sols childhood friend) and connecting that to him disappearing on the ridges. the vibes. impeccable. of course he goes home with sol then if they ask, it's the first time anyones come looking. god. (thinking abt dyssol) GOD

dys: hey does anyone think its weird youer both just dating me now. no? just me? okay

i mean obviously the polyam negotiations DO come but again. this sol+sym in general are both just like. sweet more people to love dys

i didnt tag this as marz+dys or utopia+dys but it is immensely importnat to me that he has multiple people who love and worry and care for him. marz fucks up a lot as kids but i like how if u try to bully dys in her 10 shes like :/ no you moron im trying to KEEP him from dying :////

"clinging like he's five years old" This One Was On Purpose

originally at the end there was a joke sol made abt jumping him but it didn't fit tonally. i do think its immensely funny conceptually still tho

WOW THESE GOT LONG LMFAO anyways i lvoe ridgefic the whole ridge confession really did smth to my brain. enjoy the fruits of my disease

#what do i normally tag liner notes as shit i havent written any in soooo long #how do you writing #teenexo stuff #i was a teenage exocolonist spoilers

[bruce-wayne-simp]

Ok its 11:30 pm and i need to be up at like 6 but @lenreli 's gifset of Tom in Mary Shelley earlier RUINED ME so here i am

I am not gonna watch the ENTIRE movie, just skipping around to his scenes for the sheer thirst of it all (and for brain fodder bcs that's how my mind works)

(Note from 30 mins after writing this. Half of this is me complaining about buffering and searching for Byron so uh. Enjoy)

Ok anyway here's a cut just in case this gets moderately long

(He's playing Lord Byron, btw)

Ok it didn't load on my ipad so I'm gonna try my laptop 💀

Ok nvm it DID actually load but im actually gonna watch it on my laptop anyway

Need a big screen for this 😤😤

Okokok technical difficulties over

ITS STARTINGGGGG

Why am i nervous 💀💀 girl calm down

WAIT MAISIE WILLIAMS WAS IN THIS??

Wow buffer more queen

Oh my god im like SLOWLY. PAINFULLY inching my way along to find Lord Byron. This better be worth it

Im an hour into this movie if he doesn't show up soon im gonna mcfreaking lose it

Hoo boy these guys look like they're not having a good time

Byrons showing up soon i can FEEL it

OH MY GOF OG NY GOD HE'S HERE

He just put a little note into a woman's cleavage while smiling and not saying anything im in love

Ok he's gone :( i will find u again

Give me Lord Byron or give me death

LMAOOO HE CAME OUT OF THE HOUSE YELLING "MR. SHELLEY"

Is he limping a little??????

He kisses Percy Shelley, grins and says "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more"

Oh god he's a bit intense but very nice

Im in love with him

Lmaoo he's standing on the table

Byron and Shelley are both drunk as hell

Once again, i am in love with him

Oooh is he about to dare her to write Frankenstein

HE IS

HE MADE THE BET

Oooh he's a bit of a douche

"Im sorry, have i caused a scene?" Your honor i love him again (i never stopped oops)

THE WAY HE SAYS IT THO. DELIVERY IS IMPECCABLE

Percy came down to breakfast wasted. Byron is LOVING it

Lmao the doctor dude just hit Percy and, again, Byron is all for it

"Well I'm going to go riding. I need something thick between my legs." That sign won't stop me because i can't read

Oh shit Claire (Byrons fling) is pregnant (with Byrons baby)

Hes so captivating oh my god

I love how he calls himself an 'old man' baby you're 32 (irl)

Mary had to give him the 'your actions (having sex with a young woman) have consequences (a baby)' spiel

Tbf he wasnt necessarily being a dick about it. He said he'd provide for the baby (child support basically) and he did

Ok it's over and it's almost 1 am im gonna LOVE this in the morning (5 hours from now 💀)

#tom sturridge #mary shelley 2017 #mary shelley #blizz watches stuff

[lovenona]

I've read your Viscount!Sukuna, imaging him in open frilled shirts, lounging around like the whore he is, then for some reason, I thought about Sukuna as a professional/competitive ballroom dancer with his partner, Reader. I've been watching a ballroom dancing anime and a show on netflix about kids' ballroom dancing; I've picture child Sukuna and reader being partners when they were young and they can't stand each other. But they dance beautifully, in sync, winning competitions, being first in country, one of the top dancing duo in the world. But when they get older, the closeness of their bodies, sweating, Sukuna looking impeccable in his suits, and don't get me started on his Latin dances' outfits. You know he's showing off his abs in very low v-necks. Reader is just angry now that they find him so attractive. OMG, them arguing while agressively dancing, him spinning her around, hiking her leg up, hands over her body, her rolling her hips...it's too much

oh my god......im gonna cry and throw up and scream it’s like some enemies to lovers shit where u can’t stand the fact he’s hot and talented as fuck but u can’t get away from him either 😭 and also omg that amazing romance movie cliche of getting ready for the Big Ballroom Competition but ur abt 5 seconds from getting nasty in the studio and THE ALMOST KISSING......THE ALMOST KISSING???? because u want him so bad but ur not sure if ur ready to address ur feelings im gonna HHGNGAHG

#NO BECAUSE GO ON #BALLROOM AU'S R ALWAYS SO FUCKING SEXY BECAUSE LIKE..... #U HAVE TO HAVE THE CHEMISTRY #AND U HAVE TO BE CLOSE TO EACH OTHER IN ORDER TO WIN #AND THE FITS #AND THE TRUST #[ANIMAL NOISES] #letters to adele #ryomen.sukuna

[ufonaut]

JSA 2022 #2 IMMEDIATE FIRST IMPRESSIONS:

the detail about the lack of constant electrical hum and the different smell of paint and all of that in the 1940s is absolute james robinson tier writing and i tip my hat to geoff

mikel janin’s lack of body diversity in art always proves a slight annoyance to me, in jay’s case especially, but alan looks PICTURE PERFECT and i cant get over carter’s literal hawk eyes

LEGIONNAIRE!!!!!! THE SOLE REDACTED WHO’S WHO ENTRY... I DO LOVE A GOOD PUZZLE PIECE

alan’s standing only in Default Hero Pose is so wildly delightful im gonna cry looking at him

JERRY ORDWAY!!!! SALEM THE WITCH GIRL!!!!!! MY GOD GEOFF WASN’T KIDDING ABOUT FATE BEING THE KEY TO EVERYTHING (AND HERE’S HOPING THAT EXTENDS TO THE NINETIES)

unbelievably diamond jack is a real character from slam bang comics 1940 (given that he’s allied with zatara in this one off mention i have to assume it’s the 40s hero and not the capt marvel villain we’re talking about). once again immense win for the kind of autism me & geoff share

the flashbacks & forwards actually work wonders for me and i think that ought to put to rest any impressions that this may be a miniseries and not an ongoing geoff has explicitly confirmed he’d like to take to 80 issues. we’re admittedly given very little to work with but that’s because he’s got the space to stretch out and this story deserves it, compare it to the much more direct and compact narrative being told in the stargirl six issue mini. it’s good pacing as far as i’m concerned, and impeccable writing!

geoff’s ability to blend preexisting canon with new characters that feel right at home in the golden age of comics never fails to amaze me. this book’s a genuine & sincere masterpiece

ZERO HOUR ZERO HOUR ZERO HOUR!!!!!!!!!!

the present day surely has to mean we’ll finally see bear era alan in action next issue. unless he’s from the near future?

EATING IT

no gay alan explored at length past the mentions in the new golden age 2022 #1 but thats fine by me because everything geoff’s said points to various big plans in motion for alan (& the red lantern). there’s a reason hes said he’s introducing the red lantern specifically so alan can remain the main character of the universe. i’m SO willing to wait it out

PERFECT ISSUE TO ME. 10/10. CHEFS KISS

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #PERSONAL

[mediawhorefics]

STOP omg you've gotten me so exited now!! have been scrolling through your blog and realising how dumb I am to only just now notice you like sw LMAO

im gonna be honest my old jedi fallen order hyperfixation has flared up recently so ive been spending all my time consuming anything with cal in it, as well as replaying the game for the 3rd time. have you played jfo??

and omg I don't know if I can pick just one film!! I had covid recently and binged all of the films and they all have their ups and downs. and I haven't watched any of the animated shows BUT I've been meaning to when I have the time :D

character-wise, my faves will always be luke, din, poe, grogu, cal seeing as my previous hyperfixations have been finnpoe, and then dinluke, and then jfo. BUT ALSO obi wam kenobi coming out soon and all the hype surrounding it is making me love anakin and obi wan even more ahhh

tell me about your faves too!! I'm super interested :))

hahah yeah i do blog about it a fair bit but it's more prevalent on my personal blog for sure! but i have been saying for YEARS that it's an absolute tragedy that hp aus are the popular aus when star wars aus should be IT !!!!!!!!!

ok so i'm not a gamer at all, never played anything in my life basically, but i've watched people play jfo on yt a fair bit so i'm totally with you re: cal. he's SO precious, i love him <3 him and bd-1 are too much and thrilla was SUCH a good villain. impeccable vibes.

that's totally fair re: the movies. they've all got their pros and cons. there are only a few that are personally really not to my taste (yes i mean rise of skywalker) but i mostly love them all! and the animated shows are so good. the only ones i haven't seen yet is bad batch & resistance, but clone wars and rebels? chef's kiss ! i'm personally a revenge of the sith stan first and a human second haha. but a new hope & rogue one are up there too. and anything vader related in rotj is everything to me.

solid solid character choices. i love it!!!! i'm also a big dinluke supporter (and a luke skywalker IS gay truther). i actually started an ~undercover cop type dinluke fic a while back where din is like an undercover new republic agent trying to take down a Mandalorian crime sendicate and luke owed a lot of money to the hutts to pay off his aunt's medical bills and his debt was sold to the mandos so he's working off his debt there and then .... romance happens. i should pick it back up at some point, it had potentially haha. also finnpoe.... we could have had it all rip. thank you oscar isaac for your service.

my own personal fav is and has always been anakin. he is my space drama queen and i'm SO excited to see him in kenobi!!! but other favourites include din, kanan jarrus, luke, ahsoka, padme and my man obi. i was a prequels kid so I'm a bit biased towards those characters though ahah. i mean anakin & obi wan's relationship is everything. their relationship changed the fate of/influenced 20 years of galactic politics who ELSE is doing it like them????

anyways, i'm super obsessed with it, i could probably talk meta all night haha.

#dont ask me about anakin & leia being the same cos then i wll never shut the fuck up rip #that or kanan/hera #or why dinluke is thematically and conceptually so top tier #about me #star wars

[winterskyfirefly]

okay so e2 really just sucker punches the you wear fine things well scene home into your heart and so i suppose i should be ready for some REAL FEELS now

HOOOOOOLY SHIT ED PUPPYDOG BROKEN HEARTED EYES OVER STEDE IS JUST… WOW. that is some FINE acting. THE MOST DESPONDANT MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN. THE WETTEST SADDEST MOST PATHETIC MEW MEW EVER.

hes so dramatic he speaks to me on a spiritual level i love him with all my heart i protecc blackbeard get over your ass and go find stede

HES SO DRAMATIC PUSHING THE LITTLE DOLLS OFF THE EDGE I CANT WITH HIM JFC

i just noticed the one is painted as him i cant i cant im actually laughing my ass off right now this is so over the top i cannot handle him

ED ILL GIVE YOU A HUNDRED DOLLARS TO GO TO THERAPY

can i just say kristians looking fucKING GOOD

i love zheng si yao im so glad that this is a plot line already

LUCIUS!!!!!!!!

OKAY I AM 100000% ON BOARD WITH THE CUDDLE SNUGGLE ATTACK PILE EVERYONE GIVE LUCIUS HUGS NOW!!!!!!

i love how much by the way, rewatching that scene, wee john loves the fabric of things again hes so sweet i love him

BLACK PETE/LUCIUS HUG <3 <3 im just paused staring at the hug scene and oh man have i missed black pete too i didnt even talk about him on the last episode and i really just am gonna have to rewatch these tomorrow too for sure

BLACK PETE LUCIUS KISS REWATCHING THIS 2000000 TIMES

black pete lucius i cant deal with this thank you for bringing this back just kiss forever and be happy

you have impeccable balance babe

ive missed the babe

i did not realize frenchie was supposed to kill ed

OH MY GOD JIM I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE AMPUTATING THIS IS AWFUL

dealers choice

LUCIUS YOU THEATER CHILD GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND TALK TO STEDE

i honestly love whatever the fuck the swede is whatever his plotline is its just… incoherent and also correct

did she find a new love? olivia?

oH GOD THANKS FOR THAT SHOT THAT'S DISGUSTING THE LEG

jim stop playing with the leg part

i was hoping for that kiss kinda i hope olu understands :/

love your earrings too jim

oohhhhh noooo olu you fucked up

i will repeat until the end of time when olu smiles he looks like sunshine

ohhh man more lucius drama i love it the dramatic smoking you fool you absolute fool

ed and izzy are just… i want them to have a HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP AND NOT THIS

con is such a good actor i am so glad i have now seen him i must watch more

okay i do not believe izzy shot himself at all i do not refuse to believe it it didnt happen it was something else

lmao yeah go ahead steer into an oncoming storm you are all such DRAMA CHILDREN I LOVE YOU

oh stede <3 talking about your family you love them so much

WE NEED MORE STEDES IN THE WORLD OKAY?????????

lucius what the hell these stories are horrific

BLACKBEARD. COOL YOUR FUCKING TITS. STOP DESTROYING YOUR BOAT. LOVE IS NOT DEAD YOU FUL.

oh so we're really doin a bdsm sorta joke huh

well im redefining lucius and pete's relationship now

oh okay is this where mermaids come in oh guess not that singing tho

im also not gonna talk about how hot jim bloody mouthed is

GOOD FOR YOU IZZY

So did he like… graze himself or phineus gage himself i do not understand

so anyways as someone who grew up on lotr it makes me happy to see weta still doing special effects stuff <3 <3

#ofmd #liveblog

[kobabeach]

i also named my mon in digimon world koba while mameo (the protag) is david.

you see my fursona is extremely leomon coded and im actually not sure on whether people really want him to be a macro lion or a macro leomon so i just leave him as whatever of the two people prefer bc hey people are thirsty enough for him as is

my friend who drew him really likes my character design sensibilities for some reason but im gonna be real i just threw whatever came to my head while thinking of leomon, the ronso from ff10 and madeen from ff9 because i want to kiss them so badly. also reimu hakurei's braids

my character design sensibilities mostly come from a steady diet of the better (subjective) 2000s cartoons on cartoon network and disney and such and whatever anime aired here and then just forcing japanese video games down my gullet, special mention goes to fighting games, weird anime arcade-y games like puyo and the jrpgs i played from 2010 onward.

i guess pokémon too but i didn't pay attention to the pokémen yet and i don't really like a lot of pokemon designs now. like im insane enough to prefer klefki and chandelure over zeraora and lucario

incineroar, rillaboom, machoke and chesnaught can get it and im fine with horny interpretations of charizard. and the dragonite and porygon families are impeccably designed

#little koba things

[preciouslandmermaid]

playlist anon here! Cornelia street ALMOST made it on the playlist, it just didn’t because I wanted more angst!!! I hope you enjoy it and i wanna know your thoughts if you’re willing to share when you finish your listen☺️

I'm actually gonna put all my thoughts on this reply, lmao. And I'm typing these up as I listen so uhh this might be a rambled mess LMAO.

Track 1: IMPECCABLE CHOICE. we really cannot have a playlist without the star of the show ;) ~ i love cigarettes after sex lol they're so moody and sensual. show stopping. incredible. iconic. Track 2: TAYLOR!!! SWIFT!!! God, I love gold rush so much. esp the line; "I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush" because i think it perfectly encapsulates how the reader feels about carmy. her desire for distance, her uneasiness about her affection/fondness, the vulnerability that he unknowingly teases from her. Track 3: I've never heard this song before. I know of HAIM. But, wow this song really gave me like BUTTERFLIES. Especially these two lines: "We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter // When you're lyin' between my legs it doesn't matter." like 👀👀👀 HELLO?

Track 4: Yeah, this one - like - taylor swift is so good at writing songs about yearning LMAO. Just. * Chef kiss.* Track 5: MITSKI. MITSKI. MITSKI!!!! Is it really a playlist if we don't have mitski? answer: no it is not! ugh. "baby will u kiss me arleady?" LIKE DAMN, TRUE. MISTKI!!! WILL HE?? Track 6: Okay, I need my girl by the national. is. the most yearning-of-songs to ever yearn. this song really captures what it feels to be like "outside" - not relating to peers, or family, and feeling like you have this connection to a specific person who even when you feel small/insecure/weak/etc---this person is who can pull you out of it, who softens the edges of the world, :.) i love them sfm. Track 7: hi taylor. This song is so carmy-coded. "And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound" and this one too: "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad" -- carmy knows EXACTLY what to say to cut someone deep. ha ha. this line, especially, feels very carmy/mikey to me: "I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that" COOL, COOL, NOW IM FUCKING CRYING.

Track 8: emotional damage. emotional damage. how dare u put phoebe bridgers on this playlist. i weep. this song perfectly captures the grief that they (reader and carmy) share. 😭

Track 9: I've never heard this song but it got me with the FIRST LINE. "in the car in the backseat" HELLO?? fucking IMMACULATE. also, like yes reader IS a fucking mess. they're both messy. and yet "I believe that you see me for who I am" [SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW AND WALKS INTO THE OCEAN]

Track 10: wow this song is also so THEM. "All the skeletons you hide. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." hi, i will need 7-10 business days to process this, thnx. goodbye. u really weren't lying when you said you wanted angst. u know that meme of the stick-figure guy lying on the ground in a puddle of his own tears? That's me.

Track 11: Hoax by Tswift is so Carmy-coded. I think Taylor wrote all these songs for him, actually. but, also the references to shades of blue, make me think of reader looking to Carmy's eyes. both romantic and lowkey fucking SAD. are u trying to fucking kill me??

Track 12: it's about the yearning. i just love the concept that this song implies that like no matter how much you try to push someone out, they can still get under ur skin. HAHA WALKING INTO THE OCEAN AGAIN.

Track 13: i made the mistake of looking up the lyrics to this song so i could include my favorite line and then the internet told me that the meaning of this song could be interpreted as "pouring love into someone and they only give a fraction back in return." wow that hurts bestie. but also the ending of this song, the way it picks up, and the crescendo of music (im not a musician) its giving ~crying while sliding down the wall in the golden light of pre-sunset and clutching ur phone to ur chest.~

Track 14: wow this song fucking slaps? Also screaming at the chrous: "Is it insensitive for me to say - Get your shit together? - So I can love you" LOSING IT. I feel like it could be taken both ways, Reader's view to Carmy and his view to her. Like. Hmmm. besties. I'm feeling like these two might be grenades thrown at each other. hahahah.

Track 15: WE GOT HOZIER?? damn!! I feel like you went into the cosmos and found all the bangers I had forgotten about or simply never heard. God, I love his folky, gentle vibe. I feel like this would be the perfect song to have played during the wedding scene when they're both sitting in front of Lake Michigan, talking about loss, and their budding friendship.

Track 16: "The devil's in the details but you've got a friend in me." Again, are you TRYING to kill me?? Honestly, all of these songs could apply to SOME part, some scene of this fic, and I want to THROW MYSELF INTO THE SUN!! also like the line....."Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other". that's it. I'm listening to the rest of these from beyond the grave. also like ugh the way this song embodies being THERE for someone but not being able to u know fix the shit they're going thru or heal it and just having to accept that.

Track 17: daddy hozier is back! this song is just ugh so romantic. i feel like hozier is the only Man to Ever Exsist, imo, and get it. He gets it! Also, this song makes me feel like being "brought to life" by love and uguuugghh. I know ur going for an angst angle but this song makes me feel so warm and cozy x)

Track 18: WOW THIS SONG IS SOOO READER. This is her song. You've done it. You've cracked the code. I think this song could be interpreted as her feelings for Carmy, but also, on a larger scale--The Bakery--when it came into her life, everything changed, and she now has something to prove, something to work for. I'm in AWE of ur mind, anon.

Track 19: oh ok we're back to being sad, I GUESS. GOSH. EVERMORE?? Pls!!!! The way this song describes a story of grief and how it feels like it's going to last forever, but it doesn't. Time actually does heal wounds. You just have to make it through the months, through the cold, and into safety and warmth. What a PERFECT ending song choice.

how i feel about this playlist (affectionate)

#fic: nghb feedback #long post #this is so incoherent im sorry lsdjfdslkfjsdl (not sorry) #i have the biggest grin on my face LMAO

[many-gay-magpies]

JINO WOULD SO BE THE TYPE TO JUST CASUALLY DROP “JOKES” LIKE THAT AND I THINK IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY BC LIKE . JAAN’S HEAD WOULD SNAP UP AND SHES TELEPATHICALLY SCREAM “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY” meanwhile jino’s just like “reeeelaaaax no one Actually thinks we were around back then” and oh god imagine him doing some contortionist shit during his night walks and scaring the soul out of some poor student on their way to the kitchen for instant noodles. he would be the Worst cryptid to run into. AND SOOHA AND JAAN FUCKING PEOPLE UP BUGS-BUNNY STYLE. I LOVE IT

i really love all these noa headcanons just . chef’s kiss. little menace to society noa carrying out not only his shenanigans but also others’- yet still being the sweet vulnerable little brother that sometimes needs a cuddle pile. sobs violently.

KDNWJDBE THE SUITCASE-SIZED TRAUMA WITH JUST A COIN PURSE OF BAGGAGE YOURE SO SO RIGHT. PLS LET SOOHA BE ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED IT MAKES HER SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING. WEBNOVEL/COMIC SOOHA WOULD NEVER DARE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT BLACKMAILING THAT EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED LITTLE SHIT. AND THATS SAD BC SOLON NEEDS SOMEONE TO HUMBLE HIM AND SOMEONE TO THROW HIS OWN DEFENSIVE, LEARNED-BY-TRAUMA BEHAVIOR IN HIS FACE SO HE HAS A MOMENT LIKE “ah fuck, am i That insufferable to deal with?? fr??” BC HE SEES HIMSELF IN SOOHA WHEN THEY ARGUE

- vrvr anon

NO LITERALLY I THINK ALL THE BOYS WOULD BE AT DIFFERENT LEVELS OF COMFORTABLE ABOUT JOKING ABOUT THEIR IMMORTALITY TO OTHERS AND JAAN (and probably heli) AND JINO ARE AT OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE SCALE. like, jaan is (very rightfully) paranoid about the immortality "jokes" getting out and attracting the orphanage meanwhile jino sees all the immortality jokes that get made about keanu reeves and goes "huh that looks like fun" and proceeds to give half his family a heart attack. he's probably the type of closet vampire to regularly make comments about historical inaccuracies in history class because "i should know, i was there!!" (fully knowing he was only there for like 5% of the shit he corrects LMAO. hes just having fun with it!!)

WAITWAITWAIT IN TERMS OF JINO DOING WEIRD CONTORTIONIST SHIT FOR FUN. YOU KNOW THAT SPIDER-WALK THING? AND THE ONE GIRL THAT PRANKED PEOPLE BY DOING IT IN A GROCERY STORE? that but its jino and he just does it while going to the kitchen to get a snack one day because honestly why not, but unbeknownst to him theres another student in the kitchen and he scares the ever-living shit out of them lmao. they're probably gonna have three full nights of nightmares because of it

LITTLE MENACE TO SOCIETY NOA CARRYING OUT NOT ONLY HIS OWN SHENANIGANS BUT ALSO OTHERS', BUT STILL NEEDING A CUDDLE PILE WHEN HES SAD/HURT. IM CRYING WITH YOU ANON

YEAH THE TRAUMA MAKES HER INTERESTING!!! ur so right trauma makes characters SO fun to work with. like, examining how their past and the shit they went through effects even the littlest things about their character and behavior and how they react to certain situations? IMPECCABLE especially when you write them doing something in-character by complete accident and then when you read back over it later youre just like wait omg that makes so much sense. truly there is no better feeling

BUT AS FOR SOOHA YES the thought of solon being able to reflect on himself because he sees himself in her when they argue... sees little bits of his own trauma reflected in her... god that is some GOOD SHIT. people that bring out the worst in each other but like in a casual fun light-hearted healing way. and solon absolutely needs someone other than his brothers to humble him because, lets be honest, he's had literal centuries probably to get desensitized to his brothers' shit so they barely even count anymore. but when SOOHA does it he's like oh crap hello trauma. also sooha deserves to humble someone and give them shit <3 as a treat!

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #dark moon #dark moon universe