#like the stuff that can be put down to divine intervention and things like that

[we-stan-cale]

I have enjoyed some of the TCF reaction fics, but I feel like there's a major problem.

Namely, that it's really hard for fic writers to stay motivated for over 700+ chapters, so it feels like they all start off strong for the beginning (especially rescuing Raon) and then peter out. We never get to the really good stuff.

Never reach that flashback when Cale reads the letter from the GoD, or see reactions to Choi Han rushing over to see Kim Rok Soo after getting Choi Jung Soo's records. Never have them see the Sealed God's test, and really... Post-apocalyptic Korea horrified Alberu, for good reason. Not that it's explicitly stated, but when is it ever? He had quite the reaction when he was trying to decide what to tell everyone else.

I've had some thoughts on how I would do it, but fair warning - I'm not much of a writer, and will probably never write it. All my respect for the ones that regularly write fanfic because I have like - less than a handful? Maybe, maybe, if I haven't moved on after finishing this reread, I'll try writing it myself.

The other thing is that I've been reading part 2 - only as far as eatapplepies has translated as I find mtl more confusing than helpful - and I'm really liking the Heavenly Demon. He seems to have fallen for our Cale pretty hard, and I'm interested in seeing how that goes.

So I have been playing around with ideas.

First - Dodam is trying to find 'that terrible bastard', and is dragging around his Choi Han.

He reaches Korea. Og!Cale as KRS, specifically. He has his own attribute, one to help him track down Cale, so he can pull up visions/memories related to that.

He pulls up the dream meeting between Cale and KRS.

There are a few team 1 members present, particularly Kim Minh Ah. Cue a bit of chaos, some 'aha' moments, and the long and the short of it is Dodam is going to pull up some of just what they're team leader is up to. (And if Dodam can figure out exactly which world or dimension to to next, and OG! Cale gets the bittersweet ability to see how his deal with the God of Death prevented the destruction he'd lived through, well... That's fine too)

During that brief moment, the Henituse noticed some strange mana fluctuations and managed to get Rosalyn there. She's basically able to tap into the feed and see and hear what's going on.

And divine intervention (like perhaps a god of love) extends the feed to the Heavenly Demon.

What would follow would be an abbreviated version of the key points. Sure, it loses some of the flavor... But we don't actually need, say, the amusing anecdote where an elf mistook Cale for a dragon.

Anyways, the more I thought about it the more I thought about how team 1 would react.

Because the minute they see those monster statues you know they'll all be going 'what the fuck?!?'

They will probably also nod knowingly at some of Cale's more shocking plans. Like hey, there he goes agreeing to help the Mogoru Empire put out the fire he started with the Whipper kingdom.

Nod, nod

Just like he did when they were dealing with that one corrupt guild

And if they ever get as far as seeing the Heavenly Demon, I'm sure one team member will be like 'Is.. is he flirting with Team Leader-nim?!?'

Cue stories where Team Leader Kim Rok Soo avoided a honeypot - except now they're thinking maybe he was just too dense to notice?

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #reaction fic #fic ideas

[adriancatrin]

Best Zukka fic recs and/or Azula centric fics (bonus points for both!) I'm desperate for more content.

(digging thru my bookmarks) hoo boy ok let's see

i'm gonna put a cut because this might be long!! idk what all of the zukka 'classics' you've read so i just included 'em if they're my faves. list is in no particular order, pls heed warnings/tags on AO3 as some include potentially triggering content ~

like the sun inside of you by ofherlionheart: Zuko is sixteen years old when he’s handed a crown, a throne, and a hundred-year ancestral legacy of colonial imperialism. He’s not scared of the work; he’s scared of being consumed by the responsibilities and burdens he’s claimed. What Zuko doesn’t quite realize, yet, is that he’s not alone in this. Still in progress, one chapter left to go. Very slow-burn Zukka, and some great Azula stuff

To Cleave These Roots We've Made by Erisenyo: Sokka and Zuko have been roommates and best friends through college and graduation, through first jobs and new jobs and promotions, through friends getting married and sisters being pregnant and everything in between. But that all ends in four days. Four days to pack up an apartment. Four days before Zuko goes to law school and Sokka stays behind. Four days to untangle two lives that Sokka and Zuko have spent ten years weaving together. Can you call it a divorce, if you were never actually together in the first place? I don't remember Azula's involvement in this, but gosh darn it's a good one

i won't stumble as i follow down this path (cause words that are spoken are just other things to have) by jublis: It takes Zuko one year to visit his sister again. Featuring birthday weeks, struggling with your own goodness, and a future. Pretty sure this is a Zukki, ft. Azula very heavily

Destiny in the details by salytierra: Sokka heard that story before. Of course he did, the turning point of Zuko's destiny, the single bravest and most noble (or stupid) thing he's ever done. He retold the thoughts that went through his head back then, the repercussions... but he left out a single detail. And it's that detail that changes everything.  I need to see his soulmark. Sokka thinks, heart hammering in his chest. Fantastic post-canon soulmate AU. Azula's not in it, though

Divine Intervention by AggressiveStress: Sokka has had a lot of dates but they never stick around and he doesn’t know why. Literally everyone else knows why. Honestly I don't remember much about this one I just know I really liked it hahaha

Maybe I Don't Want Heaven by inkfingers_mcgee: Zuko does not realize that he wants to break up with Mai until she says, “We need to talk about us,” with an unmistakable finality, and the candles around his meditation mat don’t even flicker. // Five years after ascending the throne, Zuko reaches yet another crossroads of self. Sokka helps him through it. Mai incites national legislative reform. Azula is listed as a character in this one but I don't remember her role. The fic is great though. slow burn in case u haven't caught onto the trend of my fave fics yet haha

Of Tea and Turtle Ducks (and the Turtle Duck Guy) by Erisenyo: Sokka is nothing if not enthusiastic about his interests--Learning. Campus traditions. The campus turtle ducks. The guy who's watching the ducks so intently this year.  Zuko is nothing if not intense about duck watching. (It's not really about the ducks.) (Is it ever?) No Azula again but gosh darn it this fic is so cute. (expect more erisenyo on this list whoops)

this ultraviolet morning light by GallifreyanFairytale: sokka and zuko break up, make up, go undercover, thwart a rebellion, watch the sunrise, and change the course of fire nation history. not necessarily in that order. I don't remember the level of Azula's involvement in this fic, but I do remember she's in recovery and Zuko thinks about her a fair amount.

Empty Bodies, Empty Smiles by attackfish: Zuko sorts through the wreckage of his childhood and comes across a doll given to his sister. Not a shipping fic, just a character study of sorts of Azula as a child. It's... very sad, but incredibly nuanced in its understanding of her as a very unhappy and unfortunately disturbed child

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic/VSfic: Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole. An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead Azula is just S2 Azula w/o redemption I believe, but my goodness the Zukka is just so. SO sweet

Burning Bright by Erisenyo: On a particularly hopeless night, Zuko sends out a messenger hawk to nowhere. He didn’t realize that his messenger hawk is deeply committed to completing the job. And that Sokka happens to be traveling straight through nowhere, at the time. I'm currently rereading this series for the umpteenth time, it's amazing, highly recommend, Azula is hyper intriguing in it too w/ a very complicated relationship with Zuko

All's Fair by Lovely_Elbow_Leech: Book one ends with two major diffrences: 1. Sokka went on the mission with Hahn (it did not go well) 2. Zhao survives the North Pole and that proves unfortunate for everybody (except Zhao, obviously)  Imprisoned on Zhao’s war ship, Sokka and Zuko have to work together to survive. They are not very enthusiastic about this prospect.  And they argue. A lot. Another of my top faves. Book 2 is in progress

Real Slow by surveycorpsjean: “I see.” Zuko closes the scroll. “Is the Water Tribe sending a replacement?" “Uh yeah,” Sokka gestures to himself dramatically. “You’re looking at him.” No Azula I believe but heckin' slow burn

this is a gift (it comes with a price) by WitchofEndor: There is a ghost on the Wani. But the crew have grown used to - even fond of - Prince Zuko. And no matter how many times General Iroh tries to gently explain the boy’s predicament, tries to suggest that he might attempt to move on, Prince Zuko can always be found watching the sea. There is a prisoner in the palace. Not Zukka, but the relationships in it are fantastic, including Azula and Zuko.

 While Mighty Oaks Do Fall by WitchofEndor: The newly-crowned Fire Lord Ozai offers his firstborn son to service in the temple. This turns out to be a catastrophic mistake. Wacky crazy fic. There's something funky fresh happening with Azula, but it's an in-progress fic so. who knows where it'll go

I probably don't need to include The Art of Burning but it's in my fave bookmarks so. Same for Blue

Also in retrospect I have a lot of issues with this fic, but here's my post-canon Zukka w/ Azula redemption fic: New Heights

#hope this helps! #being part of the atla fandom is the first time i've ever bookmarked fics on ao3 so. unfortunately i forget a lot and lose fics:( #but! here are several for ya #beesofnotredame #asks #fic recs #zukka fic rec

[freddieslater]

Femslash February: Malira | Malia Tate x Kira Yukimura (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @cescalr

Coincidence is a word that Malia has heard a lot in her life. It was supposedly a coincidence when she just happened to meet Isaac in Paris the day that she arrived there. She's sure that was actually Scott's doing, not the universe. It was also supposedly a coincidence that Derek was staying at the same hotel as her during her weekend stay in Washington. She's pretty sure that was also Scott's doing, but also just down to Derek wanting to keep an eye out for her despite the numerous times she's told him not to bother.

In her eyes, coincidences do not exist. No divine intervention from the universe, no fate or destiny or anything like that. Just people and their actions. But when she walks into a bar in the backside of Arizona and the first person she lays eyes on is not a stranger, she wonders. Just for a second, she wonders if maybe all that science-y, philosophical stuff isn't complete bullcrap and maybe, just maybe, the universe does have some power to make things happen.

Because it's weird that after six years of trying to figure out where Kira went on her own, she has finally stumbled upon her when she wasn't even looking. But now she is. She's looking -- she can't stop, in fact.

"Kira!" she calls out before she can stop herself, but why would she anyway? Someone gets in her way and she shoves them roughly to the side, her heart skipping in fear of losing sight of her again.

To her relief, she's still there. Sitting at the bar with a backpack at her feet. Her hair is shorter. It's all Malia can focus on because it doesn't fit with the picture she remembers. She's even dressed differently -- she can't quite put her finger on what it is, but something is different. Too much is different.

Then Kira turns around and the way she looks at her isn't different at all, and suddenly it feels like there's a chance that this was meant to happen. This is where she was supposed to find her, at this time. She has no idea why but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that she is looking at Kira, and she is looking back at her. Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe there's some kind of plan, but Malia only cares about her own.

She walks forward, shouldering people out of her way without taking her eyes off of Kira. Kira slides off of the stool, takes a step towards her, then Malia is in front of her and taking her face between her hands, and she's kissing her.

When she pulls back, she isn't sure what comes next. This is as far as her plan went, truth be told.

"Hi," she breathes out. "I missed you."

Kira blinks her big eyes back at her. Then she grins. "Me too."

#teen wolf #malira #malia tate #kira yukimura #malia x kira #kira x malia #cescalr #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #I love them okay <3

[franklespine]

They really didn't do enough with the sam seeing visions and thinking that they're from God, when really they're from Lucifer plotline in s11, because holy crap that was good. There is something that is just so devastatingly fascinating about sam, desperate to believe in a force greater than himself, and for that force of divine intervention and purity to have chosen him. Then to have these visions show him his deepest and most central traumatic wound, to lead him back towards this suffering. Oh the TURMOIL.

Sam has always craved purity - he has always wanted desperately to belong, to be pure like everyone else. The little kid who thought he could never go on a holy quest because he wasn't clean enough, who went on to find out about the demon blood fed to him when he was an infant and thinking this is the puzzle piece he was missing - this is the answer to why he feels the way he does - he is impure and wretched on a biological level. He is filled with self-doubt in s1-2 as to his powers and what this means for him, clawing at faith (faith in Dean and their policy of saving people as much as faith in a religious sense) to feel stabalised. He is frustrated and angry in s4 at this demon blood in him, the fact that there is something innately evil in him that he can never 'rip out' or 'scrub clean'. Then by the time s8 rolls around he LEAPS at the chance to purify himself. Yeah, cause that's healthy. All of this is to say that when sam gets his first vision after praying in the hospital chapel, he wants so desperately to believe that it is God who has looked down on him and thought him worthy. That, for once, the divine have been the ones to put their faith in him, not the devil.

And then the reveal. It was never God. It was never something holy.

Evil has kept its claws in him since he was six months old and he will never be clean of it. It was the devil all along. This realisation is crushing and I will never get over Sam's face as he realises, wide eyed with shock and horror as a tears spills out of his eye. Devastating.

But yet the deep seeded horror of this plotline is so underexplored. Like, call me biased but I would have really stretched this idea out a few more episodes at LEAST. Place more emphasis on this moral conundrum between wanting to have faith and yet this faith asking you to do something no person should ever go through.

In fact, I loved the first few episodes of s11, they had me on the edge of my seat. The black veined virus thing?? Amazing - I want more. It would have been cool to have seen this be a continuous thing across the whole season. Like if the season slowly devolved into this kind of wrought post-apocalyptic thing. Ik that probably wouldn't work but I would have loved to see it. And creepy baby Amara and that exorcism stuff - so cool. Anyway, this post is kind of a mess, but I just loved how s11 started; the darker tone, the boys completely out of their depth, the idea of this biblical plague that makes people 'unclean, in the biblical sense' - super fun ideas. It's not that I didn't like where s11 ended up, but I just feel like at some point the tone completely changed and it just got a bit... goofy. I blame Lucifer, mainly (and chuck). Every scene with Lucifer and Sam I was pulling my hair out cause WHY IS SAM SO CALM?? This guy literally tortured him for centuries and had him so dreadfully freaked out at the start of the season and now its like yeah whatever. And it's not like I expected it to take centre stage or anything but in theory, the idea that the Winchester's bestest bestie Cas is possessed by Lucifer, who they actually now need to stop Amara should have been some crazy psycho horror shit. Sam should have been seeing Lucifer's mannerisms like second nature, thinking he's going crazy. Dean should be worried that Sam's is going off his rocker and yet also feeling something so fundamentally off with Cas. But they just didn't feel the need to delve into that whatsoever I guess.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I really loved the ideas, particularly surrounding Sam, that were going on at the start of s11. I think using this as a springboard would have been a really interesting exploration of character for him, and Dean too as he is forced to confront how Sam's relationship with faith and purity differs from his own, and then ultimately a revaluation of the way he sees him. I mean, he wasn't exactly supportive once he found out Sam having demon blood had some side effects. Even when he didn't know about Sam drinking demon blood or Ruby, even when Sam was truly just saving people he called him a monster, told him that if he didn't know him, he's want to hunt him. Crazy times.

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #castiel #lucifer #spn s11 #poor sammy #I have similar ideas about the s7 beginning #The start of s7 is just amazing I love it also #shit just keeps happening #there is nothing like the pit in your stomach that falls when at the end of the second episode sam and dean are in the ambulance #sam's passed out dean w a broken leg and dean goes which hospital are you taking us to? and the paramedic is like sixous falls #the place where the leviathans are #just damn #and then the escape from the hospital?? #omg there is nothing like the true vulnerable horror in which Dean scrambles out of the hospital like another one of my favourite scenes #the tension as he drags himself out of there on crutches #leviathan doctors hot on his tail #wow

[radnewworld]

So, here’s the thing... Your RPG has a character fantasy that it’s trying to play out, right? There’s a flavor that’s going to be baked into the mechanics to try to make it easy for a player to express and be immersed in their character within that fantasy. There is a LOT to discuss on the subject, but I want to zero in on one aspect that can really make or break the fantasy for your players: success and failure.

Whether it’s tests of combat, social, exploration skills, or something else entirely, most RPG systems will determine success or failure by a die roll. It can be a d20, 2d6, 2d20, 1d100, or some truly wild systems with fists full of specialized dice, but we can boil them all down to mathematical probability. Ignoring modifiers and target numbers, if a person needs to roll a 11 or higher on a D20, they have a 50% chance of succeeding. Duh, right? But really think about what that means... In that scenario, the character’s odds of success or failure are even. Do the thing twice, probably fail once and succeed once. A coin toss. It’s just a matter of pure luck at that point. Certainly not something you’d plan on or expect to work!

Contrast that with having to roll a 3 or higher on a d20: 90% chance of success. Solid odds that you’d feel pretty confident with, right? Sure, 10% isn’t that unlikely, but you’d bet on succeeding. You might even expect that to work. You could form a plan around a 90% chance of success. A failure would be a bit of a shock and maybe cause a significant disruption.

Now imagine you only succeed if that d20 shows a natural 20. 5% chance. It ain’t happening, friend. You’re rolling and only divine intervention will save you. Even before the die finishes clattering, you’re expecting and maybe even preparing for the consequences of failure. Should you succeed though... Whole table goes wild. Cheers, backslapping, and probably the formation of a story that you’ll all remind each other of for decades to come.

So what, right? Maybe you’ve never considered the math behind the die rolls, but this is pretty basic stuff! Stay with me for a bit longer as we circle back to the fantasy... Imagine you’re playing a game about spies and you’ve showed up to the table with an expert lock picker. Your character is recognized as an expert in the field, with years of training, experience, and education under their belt. The game starts, and your GM describes a fastfood joint’s general manager’s door in your path as locked by a fairly standard, hardware store quality lock. You get ready to roll to pick the lock, die cool in your hand. The GM gives you the target number... And after doing some basic math in your head, you realize that, even with all of your character’s expertise and tools, your odds of success are 50%. How’s your fantasy feelin’ about then? Do you feel like your lock picking expert is in control of their fate? Or are they at the mercy of the fickle whims of capricious luck? Do you believe in this world where an expert has a coin toss’s odds of defeating this bargain bin lock? I’ll bet not. It’s as ridiculous and jarring as the odds of a 72 year old librarian with aesthma successfully putting a Hell Angel’s biker into an arm-bar hold 90% of the time.

Take a look at the range of difficulties in your game, then compare that with what a typical player character is capable of. What are the odds of their success for a normal or difficult task? Will your experts generally be kicking around that 80-90% chance of success? Or something closer to 50/50? Is there a substantial difference between your experts and untrained characters? This might seem boring, and probably will need the help of a website for dice odds for non-d20 systems, but it is worth the effort I promise you! With this knowledge, you can better craft your game session or system to present the fantasy you want the players to experience.

Here’s a quick and dirty guide:

If players can reasonably reach the 80-90% chance of success for most common tasks, you’re looking at an expert fantasy. Players want to see their character blow through mundane challenges like Superman through a wooden door when their character’s specialization comes into play. This isn’t to say ALL challenges should be simple; far from it! Players crave challenge, particularly for their character’s specialty, so be sure to include situations that will push their character to the limit. If our lockpicking expert is called upon to open up a bank vault in 10 seconds or less, while their allies battle enemy spies the next room over, and the whole mission is on the line, it is perfectly reasonable for the task to be 50/50 odds (or worse!) for the expert and flatly impossible for untrained rubes to attempt. That’s where the expert fantasy shines: difficult tasks with high stakes that only the specialist can possibly succeed.

If most checks for your players are going to be in the range of 40-60%, and doubly so if the difference between an expert and a normal character is minimal, you are in for slapstick or a lot of hot-or-cold rolling. If a magic item requires an Arcana check with a target number of 15 (a hard challenge as the game states), a 1st level genius wizard with training in arcane lore for a total of a +6 bonus to the check and an intelligent fighter with no Arcana training has a +2, that means the wizard needs to roll a 7 or higher and the fighter needs a 13. The wizard has a 70% chance of success while the fighter kicks a 40% chance. The difference between a lifetime of magical study with a genius intellect and some smarter-than-average newbie is 30%. There are, almost certainly, going to be situations where specialist characters will fail a fairly mundane task while their much, much less expert allies will pass.

Short note, I think a lot of 5e’s math problems can be fixed by doubling Proficiency bonuses, increasing harder DCs by 5, and reworking Expertise into something that ignores Disadvantage or grants Advantage more often. I’ll show my work if folks are interested later.

Lastly, if your characters expect failure more than 70% of the time... Whoooo boy, you are doing something weird! Either the game is based on failing-forward mechanics, something where only the truly lucky or exception survive, or dealing with failure is the whole point. Children With Wands is the only game I’ve seen that makes this fun, but I’ve met some truly special individuals who play early editions of Warhammer Roleplaying specifically to gleefully mulch their way through character after character. I don’t judge.

Hopefully this gave you something to think on if you’ve gotten this far. Whatever your fantasy preference, I wish you happy gaming!

#gm tools #RAD New World is squarely in the Expert Fantasy slice if anyone is wondering #so yeah... My biases are showing

[songmingisthighs]

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ch. xlv - you should be together

soulmate!yunho × reader

fated and marked, soulmates are supposed to be your destiny. you are connected to him by his heart and him to yours. but despite the cosmic or even divine intervention, you felt that he is not wholly yours. why is destiny so cruel to you?

Never in Yunho's life would he expect to be at a graveyard after dark without a hostage situation at play. Or at least a dumb prank (most likely led by Mingi). But there he was, walking alone, trying to find the girl who has been ignoring him for weeks.

At that moment, all Yunho could think about was, "what the hell am I doing here? I should be with (y/n)." And genuinely, for the very first time ever, he actually felt guilty about meeting Somi. Usually he associated his guilt with leaving you or cancelling plans with you, never about meeting Somi. Yunho hadn't realized it at that moment, but being away from Somi for a while actually did him some good. He had time for himself and he completely filled his days with you that he no longer depend on Somi's dependency on him.

His legs stopped a couple feet away from the girl who was staring at a tombstone. She looked cold but Yunho hadn't thought of lending her his jacket. Maybe it was the bitter resentment of being pushed away for no reason. Or maybe Yunho just didn't want to cross the line with Somi. God forbid she'd push him even further away than she already has.

Without saying anything, Yunho slowly approached Somi and crouched next to her in front of the grave. His eyes stared at the picture of a happy-looking guy and a poem engraved under it.

...For part of me went with you, The day God took you home.

- You Never Said Goodbye, unknown

For a while, the both of them only sat still, feeling the breeze of cold night air brushing their faces slowly like someone caressing them. Maybe it was just the breeze, maybe it was him acknowledging Somi and Yunho's visit. Who knows?

"I never got his obsession with poems," Somi started, breaking the silence. Yunho looked to Somi to see her smiling slightly, "He... Always wanted me to read Iain S. Thomas, but I never got to," she chuckled more to herself.

Although the aura around her was absolutely sombre, Yunho was surprised that he couldn't find it in him to connect with her emotions no matter how much he tried. Sure he understood that Somi was sad, but for the first time since he knew her, he simply doesn't care. He felt the urge to hurry her, like as if being there was a waste. Like as if being around Somi was hard on him. Deep down he knows that he was scared that she'd want to rely on him again like before, once again ruining what you and he's having.

"Is that why you needed help? You felt bad for not doing what your soulmate asked you to do?" he asked genuinely. Somi couldn't even get mad at Yunho for assuming she'd need help for something so simple. Over the years, she had managed to call him, ask for his help, for situations that are even less alarming. So she simply shook her head, "Jinsook... Asked me to become exclusive..." she let out.

Yunho's eyes widened at the revelation. "Like, really date seriously... Looking into the future and stuff," Somi continued, turning to finally face Yunho. That's when Yunho saw that Somi's face was clear of tear stains which usually decorated her face whenever she's at Hyowon's grave.

The look of utter surprise on Yunho's face made Somi let out a soft giggle, amused that she managed to make her friend surprised. "And what did you say?" Yunho asked, genuinely curious. In the past, due to what he can only describe as his unrequited romantic feelings for Somi, he'd refuse to talk about other men who don't have an obviously established platonic relationship with her. Even when you were already around. But now felt different. The distance Somi put between them turns out to be a very good thing as both seemed to be able to move on a nd bloom.

"Of course I said yes," Somi answered, sounding less enthused despite her answer. Yunho furrowed his eyebrows at her, confused. Somi shakily exhaled as her shoulders slumped, "It's just that... I kept thinking of Hyowon and I know that he'd be happy for me and even encouraged me, I still feel like I'm betraying him. Because here I am, alive and well while he's... gone... But I didn't accept Jinsook baselessly, I do sincerely wanna be with him. And even though it's been a while, I don't know if I deserve to be happy," she said, genuinely sounding afflicted.

Without thinking twice, Yunho scooted to sit closer next to her. He rubbed her back gently. "Well for starters, you're not that well, you got MAJOR issues you have to deal with," he deadpanned half jokingly. Somi scoffed and rolled her eyes but the smile on her lips acknowledged his words. "And you do deserve to be happy, Somi. You've wasted all these years being sad and alone, not knowing what to do so you get overly attached to me. Which, back then wasn't an issue, but when you thought I was gonna leave you for (y/n), you became worse. But even then I told you that I'd still be here for you until you found that someone you can depend on completely both as a friend and as a romantic partner. Well, you must've agreed with me internally and now you're with Jinsook and he's great, right? Everyone deserved to be happy, Somi. It's time you realize and accept that," Yunho said.

Somi crouched down to the ground and reached to caress her former lover's tombstone. Despite the smile on her face, a tear dropped down to the deceased man's picture. "You just had to speak through my friend now, huh?" She chuckled.

At that moment, Yunho realized that Somi was going to completely let her extreme dependency on him go. Before, when they had a spat, both of them believed that they'd go back to "normal" soon enough, not accepting that their "normal" was toxic and that it was hurting others. As it turns out, they both just needed a new perspective. And despite that new perspective was each other's absence, they found that truly, absence can make the heart grow fonder. Because sometimes you'd appreciate the things or people more when they're not around, that's just human nature to take things for granted.

Somi stood up and turn to look at Yunho, "Wanna go meet Jinsook? I think it's about time he find out just how much of a weirdo you are," she teased.

At that, Yunho scoffed jokingly whilst standing up, "Don't you mean it's about time he found out your worst photoshoot experience yet?" He teased back. Her eyes widened and she immediately reached forward to slap Yunho on his back, but he was quick to dodge out of the way whilst laughing wholeheartedly.

Bickering, they went to enter Yunho's car to drive to Somi's apartment to finally meet the man who was able to make Somi believe in love once again. For a moment, Yunho felt that things are finally starting to fall into place. But sadly for the next moments, Yunho found himself having too much fun and forgetting about you.

But it should be okay.

You can handle being on your own for a little longer.

... right ?

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[true-blue-sonic]

I always figured that Silver got decoupled from time after the mess that was 06. If Sonic and Blaze remember the events to some extent, why wouldn't it have effects on everyone else? Everyone else that was there at the end was from the present, and since Silver shows up later I think it makes sense that slotting him into the revised timeline didn't work perfectly.

That also makes sense. It is rather strange that Silver appears in Rivals again, despite the fact that he, for all intents and purposes, should have been fully wiped from time after Solaris' flame got blown out. The history of the world is so different from that point onwards without the release of Iblis, it's highly unlikely that Silver got born again normally. For me, it thus does make sense that there is some kind of force at play that ensured he existed again in Rivals with exactly the same appearance and powers... but as for what that is and how it works, I have no clue. And we don't know anything about what his life in the future has been like: if he got born to parents and grew up into a fourteen-year-old, or if he just popped out of nowhere as said fourteen-year-old with no history to speak of, or any other possible scenario here. Since he and Eggman Nega seem to know each other, he must have existed in the new future for at least a little while, is the one thing I feel we can conclude with any certainty.

Then again, I doubt that Sega really put a lot of thought into Silver's impossible existence; Sonic '06's plot is already a massive paradox-riddled chaos to begin with, so the fact that Silver still exists after the whole course of history got changed is hardly even the biggest issue there, lol. Nor do I think Sega will really dive into it much sometime in the future, since there is simply no reason for them to do so. All this stuff happened more than fifteen years ago, and Silver's alleged role as the third main male hedgehog (because they named him Silver partly to ensure future games with his name would be near Sonic's) very quickly got shot down with how hated '06 and he were. Right now with the state of the franchise and the lack of (strong) focus on any character who isn't the main four plus Shadow and Eggman and maybe Metal Sonic, I doubt that Sega will ever suddenly begin giving all sorts of backstory information for Silver of all characters. He's not exactly the most popular character to be giving that attention to, I think. Regarding Silver's existence in Rivals and onwards, I myself like to think that Silver somehow got 'reincarnated' by divine intervention, and got born and grew up as the Silver we know (with his appearance, powers, and personality from '06) 'normally' in the future. Maybe that divine intervention took pity on him after everything that happened in '06 and therefore gave him a second shot at life, wherein he could protect the future successfully. But Silver's future, his time travel and its consequences, and his history are shrouded in mystery and confusion, and I figure there might not be any decent and logical clarity about it anytime soon. But then again, time travel always has such issues attached to it since it is paradoxical by nature, haha. And it does allow for many different ways to think about how the Silver from '06 could have ended up in Rivals and onwards!

#I'll gladly use that grey area and the creativity that can come with it to write *many* stories with different backstories for Silver haha #silver the hedgehog #sonic 06 #sonic rivals #I really wonder what could have been if Silver had been more liked and '06 less of a panned trainwreck #would he ever have gotten a game of his own like Shadow did? #I personally feel that a solo game wherein Silver is not linked to Sonic's high-speed gameplay could be quite fun #Silver's gameplay in '06 was disliked because Slow and Very Clunky so if it got refined and it wasn't linked to two much faster characters- #-perhaps people would like it better?

[polothatmakesyoufat]

ok but now that I think of it Stuffing in a Don't Starve context would probably be seen as like divine intervention. those guys are STARVING and now they have some excess fat reserves for the winter

This ask unexpectedly made me think so this got pretty long, I'm sorry :') Enjoy my collection of thoughts.

First of all, I draw a line between stuffing and weight gain – although these two often go hand in hand, they are pretty distinct kinks. Stuffing doesn't always lead to wg, weight gain doesn't necessarily require stuffing, etc. (Also I'm not actually into stuffing, weirdly). So I usually think about them separately.

An opportunity for stuffing could absolutely be seen as a blessing BUT I find it more interesting to look at it as a necessity. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about it is that you'd need a large amount of food available, which is probably rare. For that reason I can't really imagine a character stuffing themselves just to enjoy the feeling. It also fills you up for a significant amount of time but effectively leaves you out of commission – you can't run or fight with an overfilled stomach, you'd much rather lie down and not move. It probably isn't something you'd want to do just because, if you had to stay alert. So with that in mind I can imagine a couple of scenarios here.

1. A character has been starving for a long time and somehow finds food! A lot of it! I doubt they could control themselves. Bringing up my brief obsession with the Minnesota semi-starvation experiment, you almost can't get full after being so limited in your food intake. So it's very possible to just keep eating to the point of getting sick – and, going back to DS, that would mean wasting precious resources. But I doubt they could care (consider also the insanity effects).

2. Same thing minus being severely starved. A character finds a lot of food so to make the most of it they gather as much as they can carry and, if there's anything left, eat as much as they can fit in their stomach. They cannot afford to be wasteful. (To add to it, maybe the food is about to spoil? It all comes down to getting as much as possible from what's available).

3. Of course there is also the option where the survival goes exceptionally well and a character can stuff themselves just for the sake of it. But hey. Firstly, this is boring (to me.) and secondly, I SUCK at the game so my takeaway is that the characters must not be fit enough for survival to get to this point. (I refuse to get good.)

Weight gain is a much more long-term thing. I'm not sure how to interpret in-game time but let's believe the numbers and say it's 20 to 55 days between winters. How much weight can one realistically put on during this time? Not a lot, probably (unless we're involving some kind of magic). So for any substantial weight gain to occur a character needs to be well-adjusted in the Constant and have reliable, and excessive, food sources all year round. Another thing to point out is that extra weight obviously helps during winter but also slows you down and probably makes you more appealing for predators. So there's a compromise to be made here if a character is trying to gain on purpose.

For me, wg scenarios are reserved more to semi-canon nano-AUs, like my little evil threeway one. When you're safe(..?), don't have to chop trees/run around/hunt all day and have more than enough food, it makes sense to get fat. But out in the wild, I'm not so sure.

P. S. l'm not taking into account DST with multiple players because... I guess I'm more interested in the survival aspects of the survival game than in character dynamics. At least for now.

#help there are thoughts in my brain and they're squirming #to add to the wg part: #I wanted to explore how Wilsоn's body could change during the year (interpreting it as 365 days or so) #but i half forgor half lost interest #maybe I'll come back to the idea when i have TIME and ENERGY big sigh #cs ask #long post #fat kink #cs don't starve

[cedarandstories]

Special

Have you ever met someone who just takes the words right out of your mouth? The person who just seems to reduce (or maybe amplify) you down to a giggling state of pure bliss? The person you want around all the time? 

I suppose I have.

It takes a really intrinsic spirit to interest me. It takes someone… unique. Passionate. Caring. Observant. Loving. There are so many qualities in so many people all around the world. All of us bring something new to the table. There’s sometimes that special something. The stuff magic is made of. It makes things feel like you put some sparkling filter over the world. Your jaw hurts from smiling, and you reach for your phone every chance you get, wondering if they have replied. 

God can it drive you fucking crazy. It can drive you mad. It makes you feel like you are crawling in your skin. It makes you anxious, and afraid of a misstep. But there’s the fun in that world. Fun in the insanity, I suppose. 

I don’t know what makes someone that magical fit. That seamless weave into life that just tells you that they are perfect, just a perfectly good fit. I wonder if it’s the first impression. What if you had said “hey” instead of “hello?” Would you have ruined that connection? Are we really that judgemental? 

I like to think we aren’t. I hope we see the beauty in everything and that the beauty that jumps out at us is like divine intervention, guiding us toward the person we want. 

Most likely, they are not the destination though. The journey is what makes it special. This discovery – the companionship – the good – we find that in ourselves and in others. 

I suppose the question still beckons, though. How do we know? What gives it all away? 

I don’t think I have an answer to that question. We all know our own answer to it. 

I’m glad I’ve met you because I get to ponder these questions now in your arms.

(this is an absolutely incoherent mess but being gay is rough and i had many thoughts)

#writing stuff #writing #essay

[anshiel]

OKAY FOLLOW UP QUESTION how exactly does the whole split destiny thing affect the characters? how do they handle it?

(follow up to this)

I'm glad u asked :)

how it happened was definitely under strange circumstances and strange Divine intervention/planetary alignment(look i like moon and sun symbolism,whaddaya want)

So let's get to surface level stuff first or just the powers, i already wrote about the weapon summoning(like I'm not really sure if it's an arsenal or a specific weapons kinda thing but I've mostly settled on offensive weaponry/ a sword for Tiivi and defensive, etc. for Madis, like they can summon any weapon honestly but i think it comes down to preference) and possible blurring of lines between powers(Madis starts maybe understanding animals around him and hearing words from his cat. In turn Tiivi's luck seems to some days be either drastically good or bad) and overall state of being(hearing the other's thoughts occasionally, getting nicks and aches where there shouldn't be but the other got hurt, etc. Real soulmate shenanigans, these changes become more apparent post timeskip since they've been separated then) but i should get back to the beginnings and the handling of the situation here also .

(break w first-ish drawings of these guys here that weren't in the last post, was getting down vibes mostly)

Madis does not like this shit at all since this just pushes him further into the"wuh oh, look at this guy he's strange and unusual<--" territory and this is a nightmare come to life, so he'd rather get rid of this destiny and new power with a connection to this weird girl and intimidating adult.

Tiivi on the other hand is thrilled! (finally proof that she's special and better than people said!) she also doesn't mind sharing the destiny considering she just moved to a new town and doesn't have a lot of friends,(new bestie unlocked!) Also thinks Süsi is a cool person(immediate idolization target acquired) and usually doesn't get to interact with those kinds of people often

Aaah, Süsi, my guy does not understand how this happened and is now trying to figure out a way to undo this thing in the background. In all honesty she's the type who acts aloof but put's the world on their shoulders and feels like this is her responsibility, which is probably why he decides to introduce and teach them about magic and this stuff in the first place, since they seem confused and need some guidance(even if she might not be the best person for this).

(Just wanna share art of these guys and since this is a convenient spot, here's me trying to design that selkie girl who crushes on tiivi)

There's some stuff at the climax of the first half of the story when an antagonist basically tries to steal those chosen one powers from Madis, but it doesn't work because he didn't consider the connection between he and Tiivi and that is something fundamentally holding most things back from cutting them off, it's also a final nail in the coffin so to speak about how connected they r, also people thought the power was halved between them but turns out it actually doubled so oopsies.

anyway unrelated images of post timeskip antagonists(mostly) because i forgot i had these and they look pretty cool

#therealsomajesticdonki #ask #split destiny #split destinies #my ocs #original character #original characters #ocs #sketch #sketches #ansikunst

[shillelagh]

What’s new Salem 👀

New Salem is my superhero setting I'm working on with Dante @verminfang and Others that you might know a bit from me talking about it in ICUP server.

Basically it started from "What if Salem, Massachusetts was a superhero metropolis" so the premier hero in the earlier 20th century was Hecate, unpowered triplets who used smoke and mirrors to pose as just one witch who could fight as if they were three and teleport and such. The three of them wanted to protect their town and marginalized people in it, and along with Salem really milking the witch thing for tourism and everything, Hecate became a big icon.

However, being viewed as a real witch, they were soon targeted by the Witchfinder, a man from a long family line of uber religious witch hunters who saw his calling and tried to put a stop to Hecate, mostly fighting with mundane things himself, like iron nails and salt.

Both became legacies, passing their titles down to children, and as their families grew, they quickly went into a kind of magical arms race. Hecate's family, the Wyrd family, developed actual magical powers and the ability to cast spells of all sort. Witchfinder's family, the Hale family, had long ago altered a sort of werewolf esque mutation in themselves to only be triggered by real magic(inspired by Christian accounts of werewolves being people taking the form of wolves to fight demons in hell).

I believe we're at the point that the current day Hecate is the granddaughter of one of the original Hecates, and the modern one was one of the founding members of New Salem's(as it was rebranded) primary superhero team, The Pentacle.

Along with Hecate, the founding members were:

Harfang, who at the time was a powerful cryokinetic

Themis, who made gravity altering tech

Captain Deathless, our funny Ocean Crime guy who was originally just a mundane pirate who did cool stuff in WW2 but then did a Dread Pirate Roberts and passed his title and whole identity to a super-powered crewmate. The current Captain Deathless has total control over magnetism and is disgustingly strong but his power is limited because he doesn't think his power is a mutation but magic, and he thinks he just has weird ocean magic.

Talloween, who can make incredibly dense wax duplicates of things they've seen. No one has ever seen under their mask.

After subduing an extremely dangerous villain, Harfang killed him so he'd never be able to wreak the city wide chaos he did ever again. This upset Themis, because she felt it was deeply wrong that they were allowed to mete out the death penalty with no oversight. She then left The Pentacle and formed LIBRA(Logistical Intervention Bureau for Rogue Abnormalities) with the idea that heroes should be held accountable for the law. It quickly spiraled out of hand, essentially leading to New Salem having militarized police armed with power armor and gravity tech. (they're not good guys)

Around this same time, Harfang had her powers stolen by the Yuletide villain, The Wassailer. She managed to still take him down and get him behind bars, but between being relying so much on her powers and now adopting the 3 year old daughter The Wassailer left behind, she also left The Pentacle and ended up honing her detective skills. She's still on good terms with the Pentacle but is no longer a member.

Taking the places of Themis and Harfang were Baldr, a powerful tactile dynakinetic, and Hierophant, a practitioner of divination magic and a sidekick of Hecate's graduating to full hero status.

And that's just a small portion of all the stuff we have going on, and not even touching our protagonists. We have a 7 page character doc which despite its length is largely unfinished and out of date.

#New Salem #mitch i owe you my life

[benefits1986]

RGB//RBF

Always ask yourself: Will this matter a year from now?  Today has been a DONE DEAL kind of day. Divine intervention lang talaga saka intention ang baon natin. Just got off a really, really long call kasi I can’t sleep pa even if I know I need some dasurv shut-eye. Mannnnn. Thank u, universe talaga kasi “the stars, they shine for you” era na po ata talaga tayo. LOL. I know sobrang basic lang naman ng gusto ko: a well-lived life, but simple things are a series of well-curated complex and compound things and sentences, too.  I can’t divulge much pero siguro para mas may direction naman at impit etong deluge of eme na ‘to, let’s try answering and questioning a common topic: HOW TO NEGOTIATE. Pero, this time, gawin nating HOW NOT TO NEGOTIATE kasi dyslexic nga ako 5evs.  Do not worry about your voice --pitch, tone and the works.  One of the best TED Talks I’ve come across with is about how a slight change in tone and volume is a game-changer. Since sobrang flat and naturally mataas ang tone ng voice ko, Iaging parang may gulo or gustong mang-warshock, I’ve been working on modulating my voice. ‘Di pa siya perfect because I hate na mababa boses tapos parang wala talagang pake at all. Funny how, one of my bros before ho*s officemates chat me na bakit ang lambing ng boses ko sa meeting at ano bang kelangan kong itawid. HAHAHAHAHA. Since geek na normie si kuys and vibin’ kami because of New Amsterdam, ‘pag may ganaps and sunogs, matic na ‘yan. LOL. I try my best na ‘yung voice ko, kahit panget, depends sa situation. ‘Di naman kelangan sweet and juicy voice. ‘Yung intentional lang. Also, ‘pag galit na ako, dun talaga ako tahimik and super low voice. Dati kasi sigawan barda mode ako ‘pag galit. So, the past decade, though may mga times pa rin na putok na putok ako sa rage, mga 80% of the time, ‘pag triggered na ako, sobrang baba ng tone and volume ko. Try this out, too. And need ko pang mas maging sedated and calm voice very soon, like yesterday.  Put your RBF and keep it that way.  ‘Pag sa calls and videos, nag-social experiment kuno ako. ‘Pag RBF ako, I can’t get a good number of messages and deadlines talaga. LOL. Lalo nung past life ko. ‘Di naman din ako part ng bigger meetings which is super oks lang because we want work-life balance pero forda bills, ‘pag may meetings and stuff after work na need talaga ng matindeng persuasion, inject a string of emotions, mga mhieses. LOL. Nung client acqui and folio building days ko, shet na introvert ako much kaya hassle talagang hindi mag-RBF. But, I realize na a tiny smile and a little wave goes a long way. And that basta real and raw emotions mo basta nasa hulog, mas engaging sa’yo at pati na rin sa kung sino mang kausap mo. ‘Wag ka na tumingin sa salamin.  Look people in the eye. Agad-agad. All the time.  Mhie, eto naman ‘yung isang natutunan ko sa mother dragon ko ng declamation, oration and extemporaneous speech, debates days nating pabebe. When in a crowd, look af people’s foreheads. Syempre, stepping stone ito sa pag-look people in the eye, eventually. I learned this mga 5 or 6 years old during my first year in school. As in Kinder Summer. Then, tuloy-tuloy na. The Taurus mom and tito made me do this shit. Hassle talaga kasi sobrang terror nitong two na ‘to, but, it has been a really good training ground sa akin. These days, lalo, with OL comms running our days and nights, getting a good eye to eye is a rarity talaga. Saka there’s something about being able to look at the eye na nakikita mo na kung dilated ba or no pupils nung kausap mo that’s magical and mundane. EMS. Easier said than done but can be done.  Be safe about your self-worth.  Being timid is a very Asian thing lalo na sa Pinas. People tend to undermine themselves talaga to the point na, mag-settle na lang sila and mag-bow down sa kung sino mang kausap nila. ‘Wag ganun. There’s a thin line separating knowing your worth and doing it for your ego. Puwede naman a healthy mix of both, pero, bottomline is: alamin mo kung sino ka in the same manner that you ought to know who you’re not, too. LELS.  Leave the party when it ends.  Cliff hangers are meant to keep your audience on their toes. ‘Di mo need maging polished communicator to do this. What you need is the “audience of one” mindset. Sino ba ang bull’s eye target audience? Sino ba ang isang tao na gusto mong kausapon. Ano ba ang mindset niya? Anong biases niya? Anong common grounds n’yo? Neutral grounds? Non-negotiables? ‘Di mo rin need i-stalk much ‘yung kausap mo, kasi, cliff hangers are usually birthed sa curious convo pivots along with non-verbal cues. EMS. Date, work, family, friends, etc. lahat ‘yan same principle lang. So, kung garbage in, garbage out ka sa friends, umasa ka na, olats ka rin sa ibang aspects ng life mo. Or magaling ka talagang mag-compartmentalize. :D Cliff hangers are questions, insights and reactions that will keep the goldfish attention span out of the negotiating table.  Touch Move, Place Move And Iyak-Tawa Mindset Being dyslexic, I often missend messages, forget important bits sa email trails, and yes, I usually forget to reply even to my closest peeps. Heck, even nung namatay na lola ko, very few people lang in the office, niheads up ko. Then, poof. Just this week, my best friend A and I told me na bakit ‘di ko sinabing wala na lola ko. I really thought na nasabi ko na sa kanila.  When you’ve forgotten or missed out a context, don’t worry. Lahat puwedeng daanin sa usapan. As in lahat. I remember when I had my first car accident na total wreck car ko... Damn. I needed to go to work because I had a specific task na ako lang puwedeng gumawa. LOL. Lean team e. So, what did I do? I checked if kaya ko maglakad. Oks naman. I checked the time and calculated how much time I need to get this car wreck out of sight. Syempre, sobrang tindeng nego skills tayo dito. Walang lagay. Walang padulas. I spoke rekta sa traffic police and saks, nagyoyosi. HAHAHAHA. So in between, yosi puffs and huffs, sabi ko is may need talaga akong gawin and ayaw ko ng hassle. Wala naman akong nabangga or na-damage so, according to the law, wala naman akong kasalanan. Even obstruction of traffic, wala kasi steady ang daan noon. After this plea, the traffic police went back to his desk. He told me he kept his promise --I can keep my license. He didn’t even look at it for so long. OPAK. Hahahahaha. Thanks daw sa yosi break. Sabi ko, sagot ko na Fundador and Baliwag nila. LOL. Sila na rin nag-guide sa akin kung anong lalagay sa police report para bulletproof ang insurance claim ko. HAHAHAHA. I did all this alone kaya, this Tiger earned a huge stripe. If na-stress ako, mhie, wala naaaa. Wala na akong naggawa at umiyak na lang ako. Walang touch move, place move sa nego. Watch where you’re kausap is heading to then align with your intent and pop it. CHZ.  There’s only black and white.  Medyo far stretch ‘to pero my eye is strained and medyo ‘di super nagaadjust lenses ng eye ko agad-agad. LELS. Pagod na talaga. Defy gravity, not, moment tayo. I have high regard for sealed deals that are in black and white. PERO, laging may fine print. May exemption. Think Suits. CHZ. ‘Yung earlier seasons to be specific. Lahat puwedeng gawaan ng nego basta alam mo ang play area and battle field mo. Since, I have innate inclination to the law, ang galing lang nung mga lusot sa black and white. Pati exemptions, may exemptions din. Imagine. Ang any photo has an RGB scale. Meron din CMYK. Kahit black and white pa ‘yan, meron ‘yang values na ‘di lang black and white. May solid white, washed out white. Reddish black, Greenish black, etc. So, ‘wag ka mag-settle lang sa black and white. Go beyond it. Question the answers. And answer the questions. Para may impact naman whatever usapan na haharapin mo.  So, tutuloy na ba natin ang digital law dream sa 2024? :D CHZZZZ. G na G na naman dad ko kasi baka raw kung mapaano ako sa sungit at tapang ko pero kung gusto ko raw, e ‘di go.  Again, lahat nadadaan sa usap. Basta alamin mo why and why not mo.  I will try to sleep because mhie, need natin ito in life talaga. The deal is done. The deed is done. Now, we move forward inch by inch.

[lexa-griffins]

11, 16 and 34

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

Sometimes is song titles or very basic 'techinically just a description of the fic' (Bust Your Knee Caps, The Act of Falling Love, Morning Workout) others times is divine intervention, i love the title To Birth a Queendom and Amor Mortis and still have no idea how or when i came up with them, they kind of just fell on my lap. A fun fact with fic titles tho, for my milf!lexa au, the title is Melting Inside Loving Fires, which doesn't make that much sense and still took me AGES to come up with, simply because I wanted the title to spell MILF :)

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Yes! Not to the extend some people do it, but i will sometimes just fix on something particular, one time it was the flooring, i dont know, dont ask me, and i ended up on a rabbit whole of industrial tilling. But having a fic that involves murder and mystery, i have done the cliche writer falling down a rabbit hole about cleaning blood, disappearing without any trace, 'can this kill someone without leaving evidence?', and the like.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

Probably more than I notice, although I tend to write about things that are outside of my life experiences so definitely much less than if i focused on things that i have lived through.

A dramatic one, probably the image of someone who thinks she's edgy but really loves soft stuff. And that I'm a little all over the place. But i've never even thought about what my readers might picture me as through my writing, this is a very interesting question actually, damn!

Thank you for the asks :D

Fanfic Writer ask game!

#letter opened #sassymajesty #i ramble a lot im sorry 😅 #thanks for asks :D ✨

[witchkitch]

So several years ago I found what I believe to be a witches bottle behind my house buried upside down. I brought it in my house and all he'll broke loose. I didn't know what it was but I had a feeling so I looked it up. Anyway 1 night I buried it again in my back yard however there was a very old coffin nail that sat right in the lid of it that got lost in my house. After burying it things have somewhat went back to normal but things are still weird. I need advice.

oh interesting - this def can call for a number of things depending on the situation but a good place to always start with this kind of stuff is >banish >purify >cleanse >ward the way you go about these is totally up to your wheelhouse as a practitioner. I assume you'd like to hear some that involve some recipes since you're asking me :) (Personally i do more ceremonial banishing) but you can leave small plates of sea salt around your doors to act kind of as "spiritual deodorizers" as well as scatter it across the whole floor, vacuum/sweep it up, and dispose of it off your property. Four thieves vinegar is your best friend and will be mentioned multiple times here. You can absolutely cast four thieves vinegar around the house while stating your intention for this energy to leave. you have to really do it with some energy, get real worked up about it. Four thieves is kind of a multipurpose tool here. Another great tool that i love is Flying Devils Oil! The oil can be used while it's being made. Use a base oil of your choice, (Olive oil is mine personally it has great protective qualities) and fill it with Red Pepper Flakes. The red pepper represents all the little devils and unwanted energy in your space flying away as they float through the oil! You gotta shake the oil often to help the infusion and yell for all the devils to get out! while you do!! i swear it doesnt work unless you do. shake it hard at that energy. eventually the oil with infuse with the pepper making it a killer protective oil. just be careful getting it on your skin. it's awesome for candle work and other things like putting above your door frame and whatever you really like to protect. It's super versatile and super easy. to purify - there's salt piles which i mentioned which is more passive, you can also burn purifying herbs like rosemary, sage ofc, your pick of how you go about it. to cleanse - Four Thieves Vinegar again can be used here again if you're being more low energy and need a 4in1. Salt, Water, and Lemon is fantastic and so is white vinegar. Literally cleansing the area with those, and an unused white cloth can do a lot of work. Burning a white candle after coated in flying devils oil is a great way to continue to cleanse and purify the space in a more active way. warding - your own witches bottle is def a thought, i love lots of peppers and vinegar. Just keeping peppers pickling in your kitchen can work as a sort of low key, on counter witches bottle. Your now infused Flying Devils oil is another one which can be great to combine with some balsamic vinegar and dip bread into - a super warding meal. specially with salt and garlic lol. I just recommend having two bottles of it and not eating the one you shake at energy unless you're down for that sort of thing. I try not to consume anything touching other peoples energy like that it's almost like cross contamination to me. having multiple bottles of things like Four Thieves Vinegar is a great way to keep tools on hand if you need to be more discreet as well and they work as natural wards. these are probably considered pretty basic but the fundamentals are a good place to start. if your situation doesn't improve after these core steps then greater intervention can be determined by divination. this is by no means written in stone this is just what i personally like to use, what has worked very well for me, and kitchen focused.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

shiver, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader mentions of jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

summary: Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin set you up after vain attempts to cure your, what they call, chronic high-strung workaholic tendencies. Bleh. As if a date with Min Yoongi is going to help the situation. You aren't going on this date and, even if you did, you wouldn't take him home and fuck him all night. Or admit he was giving you that shiver.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, slight crack (you tweezed a hair off Jimin's dick); mentions of previous partners and implied smut; smut (fem reader, mild bondage, f-receiving oral, lil bit of a praise kink, doggy); non-idol!AU - music producer!Yoongi x pansexual, softdom!reader, ft best friend and ex-bf!Namjoon, (maybe too) close friend!Jimin, friend!Taehyung

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“Look, I like dick, okay? The gender attached to it doesn’t bother me. A dick’s a dick and if you want to put it in me, I’m down, and if you don’t and wanna do other stuff, that’s cool too, I’m just letting you know I like dick–”

“Who are you talking to?”

You exploded, rocketing your desk chair backwards, nearly dropping your phone, gawking at the tall, dark, handsome man with the baritone voice standing in your bedroom door, blinking at you slowly with his brown doe eyes and long lashes, black-brown curls framing his tanned cheekbones and strong brows.

“T-Taehyung?!”

Kim Taehyung raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Why were you practicing a speech about dick?”

You clutched your phone, flapping your jaw loosely, pointing to it, to him, to yourself, rambling nonsense.

“There’s this app and I was writing a message to someone and they were worried about – but I wasn’t sure if it sounded right – and what, why are you here…?”

He raised the other eyebrow. “I want to talk to Jimin about something. He said he was going to stop by later so he gave me your key.” He raised his hand and, there it was, your house key. “Said it was fine if I just walked in.”

Park Jimin… said it was fine… to walk into your apartment? Without asking you first.

Who raised this child?!

To be fair, it was fine. You weren’t upset at Taehyung specifically. You didn’t know him as well as Jimin, who was one of your closest friends, but he was Jimin’s best friend. You trusted Jimin’s choice in friends, but, jeez, he really was lackadaisical when it came down to your personal space. He acted like it didn’t exist.

“Ah… okay,” you said, clearing your throat and placing your phone, screen down, on your desk.

“Why is Jimin hanging out here? You guys dating?” Taehyung asked off-handedly.

You nearly choked on air.

“No, we are not,” you snorted, walking up to him. He looked nice. Taehyung always did. He was casually sexy in his green sweater and dark gray pants. He was the kind of guy who could wear anything and look great simply because he walked around with such calm confidence. “I don’t know exactly; he said we should hang out and watch movies because I’m, how did he put it, a chronic high-strung workaholic who needs divine intervention.”

Taehyung nodded, pursing his lips. “True.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped.

He ignored your outburst. “I suppose he considers himself the divine intervention?”

“Uh, well, yeah, I guess, I didn’t think of it like that–”

“You’ve never thought about his dick?”

You blinked rapidly. “What.”

Taehyung shrugged. “I mean, you guys hang out a lot. And you like dick,” he added, gesturing to your phone, to which you abruptly jerked to stand in front of it so it was no longer in his vision. “You might want to consider seeing his dick.”

“I’ve seen his dick.”

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to blink rapidly. “What.”

You raised your hands in innocence. “He had a hair on his dick.”

“… What.”

You scratched the back of your head. “Well, he had a hair growing on the underside of his dick and he couldn’t get to it so he asked me to help, but you can’t exactly pluck a hair when the dick is limp so I helped him get hard and then I tweezed it off and he was very upset, even though he was the one who asked me to do it so I don’t know why he was so sobby about it, but I ended up putting it in my–”

Taehyung was staring at you, slack-jawed.

You stopped speaking, realizing what you were saying.

Your front door opened.

“Hey, Taehyung! Thanks for leaving the door open for me. Where are you guys? Oh, there you are. What are you guys doing?”

You both turned to look at the cheerful, oblivious face of Park Jimin, his previously blond hair freshly dyed black. He must have been at a hair appointment running late. He sent you both a big, beaming smile.

“Eh?”

-

"I need you to do something."

"What?"

Once again, someone needing you to do something. Who would have guessed? Just an endless cycle of people asking you to do things. When is someone ever going to ask you what you want to do? Hm?

Hmph.

He shoved another spoonful of red bean ice cream in your mouth and you continued listening because of it.

"I need you to sleep with Min Yoongi."

You choked and had a mild brainfreeze.

"Just kidding, I only need you to go on a date with him."

Not much better.

You gawked at Park Jimin, who continued calmly scooping out another spoonful of ice cream to feed you. As if this was normal behavior. You missed the blond hair on him. Blond-haired Jimin didn't suggest this kind of random bullshit. Black-haired Jimin was evil. His hair was full of secrets.

You know, that kind of person.

Jimin lifted the spoon and opened his plump lips as if he was instructing a child how to eat. You gave him an indignant scowl and he shoved the spoon in the crack of your open lips. That got him a disgruntled tut.

"Jimin, I'm not library book, you can’t let your friends borrow me when they need to look taken."

He rolled his eyes, all the sass and lacking in class. "That was one time, and you know Taehyungie's ex was a persistent bitch."

"Yeah, I had to slap her, remember?"

Jimin's hair has been black then too, when he asked you to help him. Mmmhmm. Help.

"She deserved that slap!"

"But why did I have to do it?" you grumbled. "You can slap a ho. You don't need me."

"I shouldn't hit a girl no matter how much of a lying, cheating scumbag she is," Jimin puffed, angrily jabbing at the ice cream and shoving it into your mouth. You glared at him. Why was he taking it out on you? He was lucky you loved this brand, otherwise he'd be getting slapped right now.

"Oh, but I should, okay, cool."

"You'd slap anything and call it your bitch."

You were about to retort but then you lowered your hand, frowning. "Okay, true, but that doesn't explain why you're pawning me off to Yoongi now."

"Because you need it."

And you snapped your head around to see Kim Namjoon, your ex-boyfriend, now best friend, waltz into your bedroom like he owned the damn place. You did, in fact, give him your key and you were expecting him, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise, but you complained anyway, because that’s what humans do. Complain.

"Is nothing sacred in my home?" you muttered as Namjoon grabbed your desk chair and rolled it over to the bed, sitting down in front of you and Jimin. You were wearing black pajamas with little cats on them and Jimin was wearing the yellow ones with little dogs on them. Button-up shirt and long pants. Same brand and style, different print. Namjoon, however, was wearing a white graphic t-shirt and loose brown trousers with thin tortoise-shell and gold framed glasses that didn't have any lenses in them.

You were very tempted to poke him in the eye but, alas, you had some self-restraint.

"I thought you were going to talk about this last night," Namjoon mused, raising an eyebrow at Jimin.

Jimin suddenly seemed incredibly interested in getting the perfect spoonful of ice cream. "I got distracted."

"Horny. He means he got horny."

A violently large chunk of red bean ice cream was shoved in your mouth.

Namjoon laughed at your near-death expression.

"Don't tell him," Jimin hissed. "That's fucking weird. He's your ex."

"Then why would you do it?" Namjoon chuckled. "For the record, the relationship is no longer romantic, so I would no longer have a say even if it did bother me."

"I... well..." The younger man sputtered awkwardly.

You coughed and beat your sternum, glaring at Jimin. "The hell was that for? I rode your dick!"

Namjoon seemed highly amused and suddenly invested. "Ah, yes, and then?"

"Well, maybe it would have helped the situation..." Jimin said shiftily, eyes darting about as he turned bright red.

"Helped what?" you grunted, rubbing your throat at the uncomfortable sensation of a half-frozen esophagus.

"Doesn't seem like it helped," Namjoon remarked, placing a hand on his chin, still smiling.

You narrowed your eyes. "What are you talking about? All Jimin was going on about last night was how he hadn't had a good fuck in years–"

Namjoon snorted. "Years? Huh, that's odd, I seem to recall you getting laid four months ago at that party."

"That was four months ago and it was terrible!" Jimin whined, shaking the spoon. "And why are you talking about this with her, ahhhh!"

You and Namjoon shared a confused look as Jimin freaked out and snarfed down the rest of the ice cream, completely forgetting that he was using it as leverage to convince you of his grand master plan.

"Was it nice?" Namjoon inquired, diverting his attention from Jimin’s panic.

"Yeah, it was nice to have a partner who wasn't a complete idiot for once."

"That's good. I'm surprised you didn't ask before, honestly. You two are always hanging out."

"Never thought about it. What about you?"

"Ah, I fucked that girl who works at that coffee shop."

"Oh, yeah, the one with the nice tits?"

"Mmm, unfortunately that's about as much good as you can say about that one."

"That's sad. I'm sorry."

"Heh, no big deal, it'll happen when it happens. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that."

"Can you guys stop doing that thing?" Jimin grumbled from his spot on the bed, clutching the ice cream container and surrounding himself with your copious amount of cat plushies, including your one-meter-long giant calico cat. His ears were still red.

"What thing?" Namjoon asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, what thing?" you echoed, raising your brows.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I don't get why you guys broke up."

"Pretty simple reason, really."

"I think it's obvious," you agreed.

Jimin looked from you to Namjoon, frowning.

"Well?' he demanded.

You looked at Namjoon and he caught your eye, trying not to smile. "Oh, he wants us to tell him."

"Huh, kinda seems like it, yeah. A little invasive, don't you think?" Namjoon pretended to think, rubbing his chin.

"He is a little bit of a, how to say this, nosy little brat."

"Hello, I am right here?!"

"That's a little harsh. Perhaps more akin to the local neighborhood bird that's always flying around, intruding on conversations with their loud chirping."

"You are very kind."

Jimin looked livid. He chucked one of your cat plushies at your head and you cracked up, falling to the bed laughing. Namjoon shook his head, laughing with you in that rich, full tone with low depth, a little goofy and with a lot of dimple.

"It's a dumb reason, but basically we weren’t feeling that spark," you explained, sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face. "Sure, we could fuck just fine, but it was too obvious that something was missing. We're better as friends."

"You wanna get married if we're both eighty and single?" Namjoon joked.

"Yikes, if I'm eighty and single, fuck, might as well."

"Perfect, always wanted to know how much libido I would have at that age."

"Anyway," Jimin scowled. "Back to the matter at hand."

"Oh, right, what do you think about Yoongi-hyung? He's single and he’s nice."

You rubbed your nose. “Ah, I don’t know him very well. He’s quiet, isn’t he? I get the impression that he’s a chill and lazy guy. Doesn’t talk much.”

Namjoon nodded. “Maybe you need that.”

You made a face. “Why?”

“You are kind of a chronic high-strung workaholic,” Jimin cut in.

You twitched. “No, I’m not.”

Namjoon nodded sagely. “You kind of are. I would know.”

“Ah, don’t do me like that,” you sighed, admitting defeat.

“Did sleeping with Jimin help?” he prompted.

“Why would that help?”

“Wow, that’s really rude,” Jimin snapped.

“But why would that help me be less of a workaholic?” you retorted, frowning. “I’m not following your logic.”

Namjoon rubbed his chin. “Maybe just a date then. With a calm guy. It will be a change of pace and you can get to know Yoongi-hyung better at the same time.”

You twisted your lips. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I think you’ll like him if you knew him better.”

You frowned.

“I don’t want to be passed around your entire friend group like a hot potato, Namjoon. I’m not going on a date with him.”

-

“Wow, Namjoon, you look a lot like your ex-girlfriend. Is it that new diet?”

Why are you standing here? Why did you agree to this? Why is did people ask you to do things and you do them? Because you were nice, that’s why. Deep, deep down in that frozen glacier canyon you called a heart. Shit. Why couldn’t you just be a bitch? That would make life a whole that easier.

“New diet and a lot of plastic surgery, modelled after the hottest woman I know,” you said sarcastically, turning around to face the deep voice.

“Mmm, I agree.”

You froze a little, seeing Min Yoongi standing there nonchalantly. Black hat with two silver rings punched into it, black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, black jeans with rips at the knees. Nice black boots. Silver hoop earrings and an assortment of silver rings. Yoongi had always dressed well, but it felt strange knowing he still dressed like this even though it was to meet you.

Well, maybe it was just because he was out being seen by people and not you specifically.

“I didn’t know you liked rap,” Yoongi commented, holding up his ticket.

You held up yours. “I like all music. And who doesn’t like Epik High?” You laughed a little. “Funny that you also printed out the ticket. Does that make us old?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I like having a physical copy. For memories.”

“Mmm. Sentimental.”

He looked to the direction of the venue. Then he looked back to you. There was something different in his expression now. You tilted your head. Then you saw his dark brown orbs slide up and down. A strange shiver went up your spine.

Yoongi was checking you out.

And he wasn’t hiding it.

“You look nice.”

You didn’t miss the way the side of his lips curved upwards, giving his words little bit of a dangerous edge.

You looked down at yourself, at the black denim jacket layered over a long black-and-white striped shirtdress. Thick-soled knee-high black boots, because you were going to a concert and wanted to be comfortable. Your mesh silver choker cut into your neck a little from looking downwards. You wore a single ring on your left hand, middle finger.

A silver raven’s skull.

“Ah… should have put forth more effort. You look neater than I do,” you mused, starting to walk.

“Hm.”

You almost didn’t hear his next words.

“If you had put forth more effort, it might have been too risky for me.”

You ticked you head back and found Yoongi smirking at you under his hat, flashing a bit of his white teeth.

“You gonna drink?”

-

“I told you, I gotta drive.”

“I’m not pressuring you. I’m just confused why you would buy overpriced water.”

You clicked you tongue. “Well, they don’t exactly let you bring your own.”

Yoongi chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“And besides, you’re buying even more overpriced alcohol, so you’re worse.”

His eyes slid to yours. “I need it.”

You unscrewed the cap and drank the cold water, feeling it ice your veins. “And I need hydration.”

“You don’t drink because you lose control, huh? Control of what, exactly?”

You shifted on your heels. “I get too oppressive. It’s no good for anybody.”

You usually arrived early to these things, so there was time to kill. There were lots of people around, but for some reason it felt like the only person you could hear was Yoongi standing right next to you. The other people around you were only white noise.

“Namjoon and Jimin say you work too much.”

You clicked your tongue. “Namjoon and Jimin need to mind their own business.”

Yoongi chuckled. There was a dry rasp to it, low and sexy. “You still work at that hospital?”

“Yeah. I work on their software. There’s always something wrong with that outdated piece of shit,” you muttered. “Should really just tear it up and overhaul it, but the superiors won’t do it because it’s expensive. Like it isn’t expensive fixing it every five seconds, but okay.”

“Heh, that’s how that generation is. Outdated.”

You huffed. “Mmm, you can say that again.” You cocked your water bottle to him. “You work at the same music company as Namjoon, right? Producer?”

Yoongi nodded. “Mhm.”

You sensed a little bit of embarrassment for some reason. Then you noticed he was looking at your ring.

“You wondering about this?” You turned your wrist and held it up, water swishing behind it.

“You always wear it. Namjoon give it to you?” he asked, taking another sip of his beer.

You shook your head, laughing a little. “Nah. Different ex.” You looked down at it. “And they didn’t give it to me. They said something to me and it stuck with me. When I saw this ring, I decided to buy it.”

You recalled the quote like it was yesterday.

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door.”

Yoongi blinked at you.

You translated the English from Korean and he raised his eyebrows.

“Edgar Allan Poe?”

You dropped your hand, clicking your tongue. “Basically saying I was a lingering poison of a human being and they wanted to break up with me.”

Yoongi tutted. “Interesting. How creative.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I get for fucking literature majors during university, I guess.”

“But you brought the ring anyway.”

You paused, looking down at the silver raven skull.

“To remind myself to stop fucking literature majors.”

You looked up at Yoongi and his eyes searching your expression. It was suddenly a weird moment, his eyes so solidly on you, as if he could see everything, but that was impossible. Your skin tingled all over, even under your clothes.

“They were insecure, huh?” he murmured.

You shrugged. “Made me question every fucking interaction I've ever had, wondering if I left the wrong impression or could be misinterpreted or some shit. Everything was so messed up.” You frowned, adjusting your shoulder slightly, sighing out the thoughts of the past. “Ah, it was a long time ago anyway. I’ve already erased them.”

“Is that why you broke up with Namjoon?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why does everybody think there’s some big drama between Namjoon and I? Would we still be friends if there was something that serious?”

Yoongi took another sip. “I think I speak for everyone when I say it seemed like you suited each other.”

“Hah, it’s not that we don’t have similarities. Kind of the opposite, really.” You waved a hand. “You know, two people have certain preferences and one of us was always on the bottom and neither of us liked that. Maybe it was him or me, and I love the guy, but not like that. We could fuck and it would be great, but we both agreed there wasn’t that… feeling. That shiver you get with that person. Sometimes I think we only got together because everyone kept pressuring us, saying we should, and not because we actually wanted to.”

“Hmm.”

The lights dimmed and you turned to face the stage.

“What about Jimin?”

“What about him?”

“Heard you plucked a hair off his dick.”

You twitched. “Let me guess, Taehyung told you.”

“Taehyung told everyone. He was a bit drunk.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Jimin’s a great friend, but he’s a bit clingy with me. Always wants to be near someone. It can be good for some people, but I don’t think I could take it twenty-four-seven if we were actually dating. Not my type.”

“Do you have a type?”

You shot Yoongi a look as the crowd began to hum with excitement. “Do you?”

Those cat-like eyes gleamed in the impeding darkness, a flash of white from his open-mouthed smirk.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to this date if I didn’t.”

-

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yeah, it was great. Never seen you excited like that, eh, Yoongi?” You smacked him lightly in the arm, smirking. “That’s the most energy I’ve ever seen you have.”

He stuck his tongue in his cheek. His cheeks were lightly pink, although he didn’t seem drunk. “I have energy. I’m just not wasting it.”

“Hmm.”

A short silence as the crowd filtered out around you, but again, even though you were surrounded by people, the only one that seemed to be heard was the man in front of you, peering down at you from underneath his black cap, a small smirk on his lips, tiny flash of pink tongue as he moved it inside his mouth.

“You driving home, yes?”

“Yeah.” You stared into his brown eyes. “Want a ride?”

An eyebrow lifted. “Inviting me to fuck?”

Blunt.

You scoffed. “Nah. I already told Namjoon and Jimin I’m not gonna be passed around their friend group like a hot potato. This was nice though. I enjoyed it.”

He looked you up and down again. That strange shiver went up and down your spine again. He stared you down. You stared back, unrelenting. The world was loud, but this moment was your eyes and his eyes, electricity between them.

Yoongi’s smirk widened.

-

"I always wanted a beautiful woman to tie me up."

Men. Women. Nonbinary. Agender. Gender neutral. Gender fluid. Didn't fucking matter, people were people, and they always wanted shit from you. Always. It was always about what they could get from you and how they could pretend to be what you wanted to get what they wanted. Everyone always looking out for themselves.

You could respect that.

Just, for once, it would be nice if someone wanted to give you what you wanted.

You cracked your neck and looked down at his dark eyes covered in messy black hair, his pale cheeks less pink now, his head on your pillows and sandwiched in between your plethora of cat plushies, pink lower lip in his teeth.

Smirking.

Wasn't hiding a damn thing.

"Who knew you could be a bad boy, Min Yoongi?"

His smirk widened, tongue between his teeth.

"I'm good when I'm good. When I'm bad, I'm better."

His black cap with the two silver rings was somewhere on your bedroom floor and so was his leather jacket, his shirt, his jeans, and his socks. His pale wrists were tied together with red bondage rope. Yours. You were straddling his chest, missing only one article of clothing.

Alright, you were missing socks too.

No one fucked with socks on. If you did, maybe it was time to reevaluate your life.

“You don’t mind being tied up, hm?” you taunted, sliding out of your jacket, tossing it aside.

Everyone wanted something.

What did Min Yoongi want?

Yoongi let his tongue slide out, dancing in the air. Taunting you back before replying.

“Just because you’re tied up doesn’t mean you’re not in control.”

Your hand paused in front of the button placket of your shirtdress. You traced a button with your thumb, slowly, watching his face. Spread your legs more, lowering yourself, hovering over him. You could feel him breathe under you, patient, humming with energy. He flitted the wet pink muscle, skimming his lower lip, waiting. Dark brown orbs hazed with lust under strands of black.

“You wanna stop after sitting on my face, that’s fine, but you have to at least sit on my face.”

You chuckled. “Yeah?”

You sat down on his torso and he sucked in a breath, eyes flicking down to the darkness still covered by your shirt, then back up to your face. You shifted your hips slowly, smearing the hot, dripping softness on his skin.

“Could just… stop here.”

You scooted upward, drawing a fat line of your juices up his chest and to his neck. You knew how much pressure to apply. Didn’t seem to matter though, because Yoongi didn’t seem to give a fuck. He tipped his head back, pressing his Adam’s apple into your throbbing heat and shuddering in pleasure. His gaze found yours and you stopped, suddenly trapped, a moment of his eyes and your eyes, electricity flaring between them.

“I’m glad Namjoon asked me to take you on a date,” Yoongi drawled, deep voice vibrating your heated, wet core from his throat. “Made me feel less guilty about wanting to fuck you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Got some weird bro code rules or something?”

He smirked. “Oh, I respect him.” He swallowed and you felt a shiver slide up your spine, feeling the action from your throbbing pussy faster than you heard it. “I just want you more.” Exhale, and you felt the warmth against your shirt, making it flutter. You unbuttoned it slowly, one by one. “Want to see the satisfaction on your face when I make you cum.” Slowly, not parting the shirt yet, letting him see the line of exposed skin. His eyes travelled up and down shamelessly, not hiding anything. He noticed you observing him and grinned.

That open-mouthed smirk, teeth and hint of tongue.

“Come on. Give it to me.”

Voice so deep it seemed to be shimmering through you, dark eyes flashing in the darkness.

Teasing you.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll untie me and beg me to fuck you.”

You cocked a brow.

“Let’s see.”

You sat on his face.

You felt Yoongi’s smirk against your soaked folds for a second before his tongue slid in, instantly making your thighs tense at the sensation. Hot to hot, wet to wet, no, wetter, your hands on your headboard as his tongue curled inside you, thrusting upwards, drinking the wetness from you, low moan vibrating through your torso and you felt his eyes on you, on your shirt slowly opening, one shoulder gliding down, and you shrugged out of it, suddenly boiling, skin pricking from the heat of his gaze, tossing it aside, leaving you in your black bra.

He tipped his chin up and you gasped, feeling his tongue swipe upward, fuck, a smooth, deft motion, circling your clit. You clicked your tongue and rolled your hips into his face. Yoongi chuckled before latching onto it and sending a burning wave of pleasure through you.

Your nails dug into the headboard, making a loud scrape.

He purred your name against your packed nerves and you drenched his chin, glaring down at him.

Yoongi had the audacity to bounce his eyebrow in response.

Alright, you could admit it.

Going on a date with Min Yoongi was not a waste of time.

You grinded against his face and he sucked and licked your clit at the same time, fuck, moans in his throat, not unaffected by you humping his face, but resolute, focused on his task of pleasuring you, shivering as your hand fitted around his head, fingers tangling in his already messy black hair, roughly fucking his face as his tongue assaulted you, somehow the perfect mix of demanding and servitude, hot exhale on your skin, your juices covering his chin and cheeks, your soft thighs pressed against his face, teetering between suffocating and barely enough breath, closer, closer, the tightness rising within you, looking down as you felt your opening flexing against his chin and his eyes flickered up to you instantly, imprinting the memory of his dark brown orbs overtaken by black pupils staring into yours, lips wrapped around your clit, in the midst of pushing you to the edge.

“Fucking shit,” you hissed. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Something flitted in his eyes and he looked back down immediately, increasing his pace and you moaned, closed fist against the headboard, but not missing his reaction. A slow smile grew on your lips, hand in his hair relaxing, massaging his scalp.

“You like being praised?” you purred, sweet octave to your voice.

The quickest flick of his gaze before licking your clit furiously as a reply.

Hot sparks igniting your veins, drawing in a tight breath, staring down, putting a little more weight on him, but Yoongi didn’t say anything, not even looking at you anymore, so close. You knew it would only take a little more. You could tell from the viscous slickness that was coating his skin that you had maybe seconds left.

“A handsome face and talented tongue,” you breathed. “No wonder I couldn’t resist you, Yoongi.”

His whimper made you tremble in delight, eyes to eyes, addicted to it, him to you and you to him, and you gasped his name, biting your lip and throwing your head back as your hips rocked into his mouth and spilled onto his face with a wet squelch, fuck, so much even you could smell it, hearing Yoongi groan as it filled his mouth, his tongue shoving into your folds and lapping up the rapid pulses, your throbbing clit on the back of his tongue, pressing into you, his nose in your crotch, one of your hands in his hair and one on the headboard, muscles flexing and quivering with the ecstasy, eyelids closing, immersed in it. Savoring the feeling coursing through your body, from your core to your limbs to your head, filling you with shivers that were unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You removed some pressure from his face, letting go of his head, but Yoongi followed, hungrily licking you all over, nipping at your inner thighs, flinches of pleasure extending your high before going back to your pussy, up, down, side to side, drenching you in his saliva and drinking your cum like it was his fucking life force.

Well, shit.

You opened your eyes, panting.

Damn.

You had a whole speech prepared for Namjoon and Jimin about how setting you up with their friends was a bad idea and how they should mind their own fucking business and now you had to prepare a speech about how you needed your house keys back because you were going to fuck Min Yoongi every second of every day and you hadn’t even had his dick yet.

You looked down at him.

Yoongi’s eyes were slightly unfocused, exhaling heavily against your crotch, staring at it.

“Fuck me, you have a pretty pussy,” he muttered under his breath. “Fuck.”

Half of your cat plushies were on the bed and the other half were on the floor.

“You have an excellent tongue,” you chuckled. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He blinked once and his gaze was on you, half-shyness, half-cockiness, wholly sexy as fuck.

“Didn’t want to make Namjoon feel bad,” he snickered, pink lips shiny with your juices. “You would have left him a lot sooner if you knew.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Something about his tone make you think Yoongi meant it on some level.

You wouldn’t have tried to find out, but now that you experienced it…

Maybe.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

Yoongi gave you that smirk you were beginning to become addicted to seeing. “That all you want from me?”

You laughed, sly and full.

“No, Yoongi, I’m gonna need your dick.”

-

“I don’t beg, so I’m not untying you.”

“Damn, what a terrible result.”

Yoongi didn’t seem the least bit worried about it.

He sank his nails into your ass and pushed himself in, your hand snaked below to guide him. You weren’t unreasonable, after all. You helped him put on the condom and shoved your tits in his face, rubbing your nipples all over his cheeks, his pink tongue stretching from side to side, eyes on you the entire time, getting harder and harder with the way you manhandled him, moaning into your skin.

Not hiding anything.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, gritting his teeth, gripping your ass, wrists still bound. He violently smacked his hips into your ass and you grinned, hands now on the bed.

“Mmm, what a nice…” You pulsed, making Yoongi groan. “Hard.” Again, hearing his ecstasy. “Cock.” He scraped your ass and up your back, gasping for breath, desperation in his touch. You turned your head, giving him the reflection of his own smirk. He gazed back, eyes glazed over, torso shuddering from the repeated massaging of his length buried in you, all from your muscle control.

“Hold on, Yoongi.”

Something between teasing and adoration, and you visibly saw Yoongi tremble in excitement.

“You got it.”

You turned back and sank your hands into your pillows, sliding on his stiffness and ramming yourself back onto it, making both him and you groan in unison, rough, deep strokes of visceral fucking, you commanding the pace. Didn’t matter if you were the one on your hands and knees, you used him and he wanted to be used, barely able to grip your waist, moaning your name and fucking you back, loud, sloppy smacks of ass to crotch, flexing your shoulder blades akin to a lioness on the prowl chasing their prey, and you heard Yoongi chuckle, breathing swallow and euphoric.

“Look at this back view, fuck, you are the sexiest woman alive.”

Breathless with desire, smug at having you, in awe of your prowess, all at once, clutching the small of your waist as you clenched around him, the shudders of your walls closing in, painting his crotch and balls with you, his quivering moan trapped in his chest because he could barely get it out. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, feeling him fill you as you pushed back, the rush immeasurable, unfathomable, anchoring your palms into your mattress and growling his name, the smacking of hips to hips, desperation to desperation, a brief reprieve as you snatched a cat plush and jammed it under your chest before you reached back and felt for the end of the rope, unlacing the knot with ease, and Yoongi yanked his wrists free with a swift hiss of satisfaction, grabbing your ass and fiercely fucking you, harder, rougher, just as much for him as it was for you, your name falling from his lips, unable to hide his lust, chasing it, chasing you, and you didn’t let up.

“Yoongi, fuck, yes, your cock feels so fucking good, fuck!”

Deep, intense, powerful, everything you were and everything he was, and it all crashed down, stealing your breath, pleasure clawing up your spine and taking over, lungs suddenly emptied with the force of each hard pulse of pleasure snaking upwards to fill the void, squeezing him so hard that you weren’t sure if that was voluntary or not, your joined inner thighs trembling and dripping, sweet slickness sliding down, drenching you and Yoongi, his groan piercing the air and cutting through your thoughts. His cock twitched and jerked, pumping thick gushes of cum and swelling the condom inside you.

Fucking shit, did you hold your breath? Everything lightheaded and hazy, reaching up and slapping your hand against the headboard, sucking in a lungful of air and rocking your hips back, riding the wave. Your felt Yoongi’s grip on your waist tighten, his pants so heavy you could feel the weight of his exhale on your back, heating your skin.

Snarl in your throat, definitive.

“I need this cock, Yoongi, need you and this perfect cock and I’m going to use it until I’m done.”

Rolling your hips, listening to his wanton moan at your words and the sensation, the messy squish of your movement, clenching around the sensitive head, slow, tight, your fingers curling to a fist, his name on your lips, low and seductive, and he responded in kind, your name in the same tone, drunk on the moment, the feeling, the power you had over him.

His nails in your back, creating long lines down your spine, and the shiver you got with that person, dancing up and down your vertebrate, unmistakable.

Yoongi gave it to you.

-

“Hey, so how’d it go–whoa!”

You popped your head out of your mountain of cat plushies and glared at the offender who burst into your bedroom. Who the fuck was that?

Guess.

“Jimin, do you know what personal space is?” Yoongi muttered from beside you, lifting himself on his elbows to peer disapprovingly over your naked shoulder.

“He doesn’t,” you mumbled, flopping back down.

“So… went well?” came Jimin’s cheerful and teasing voice from the doorframe.

You heard a cat plush get thrown like a cannonball.

“Ow, fuck, okay, I get it, hyung!” Jimin cackled, stumbling down your hallway. “I’ll come back later!”

“Don’t,” Yoongi snapped back, grumbling as he slid back down on the bed.

“You better pick him back up later,” you warned, referring to the plush.

“You dumped half of them on the ground so we could sleep.”

“No, they fell because we were fucking.”

You opened your eyes to see Yoongi smirking at you. There was a cat plush next to his head. One of your favorites. You picked it up and bonked him in the head with it. He made a disgruntled grunt and flinched away from it, ending up closer to your face. Eyes to eyes, electricity between them. You smirked, matching him, leaning in, arm curving around his head.

Tapping the tuxedo cat plush on his shoulder.

His breath against your lips, lust and fondness, not hiding anything.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

“Hm?”

Playing along, a willing participant in your games, one eye open, as if he was winking at you.

“I like you. You’re mine.”

He chuckled, a little raspy, a little embarrassed, and a lot amused.

“Sit on my shoulder, my raven. I’ll never ask you to leave.”

--

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[simonsworkshop]

Musical sentence starters!

these will be from different musicals! these usually end up being really long so as always, I apologize for that. I’m using musicals that aren’t quite as tumblr famous but Should Be maybe this exposure will make some people listen to some new stuff! tws for sex n violence also swearing!

Something Rotten

God, I hate Shakespeare

“God, I hate Shakespeare!”

“Don’t be a penis!”

“The man is a genius!”

“Ah, geeze you sound just like him!”

“The way he feigns humility when all he does is gloat!”

Bottom's Gonna Be on Top

“My name will be synonymous with being on the top!”

“ I'm the cat's meow!”

“ It's gonna be great!”

“If you're the star you are, you couldn't be any more brighter.”

“Thank you, Jesus, and Hail Mary!”

“My accomplishments are much more accomplished than yours.”

“In your dreams.”

“Bottom's up!”

“Nice metaphor bro!”

Hard to Be the Bard 

“Just me and my beer and the terrible fear that I might be losing it.”

“It's hard.”

“ It's really hard.”

“I make it look easy but honey believe me It's hard.”

“It's a burden, but I suffer through it.”

“He is suffering.”

Oh don't make me do it, don't make me go through it... can somebody get me a drink!”

“Can somebody get me a drink!

“ Hoping for just a bit of divine intervention.”

Evil Dead The Musical

What The F*** Was That

“What the fuck was that!?”

“She just ripped my pre-ripped Abercrombie.”

“ What darkness lurks beyond this wooden sanctum?”

“ Dude, these hoes been zombified!”

“ I cannot stay here anymore.”

“ I'm getting out of here!”

“I cannot stay, I killed my lay!”

“ You can't go now.”

“Bitches out for blood!”

“ I can't take this anymore.”

“ We don't even know if there's a way back.”

“ I'll find a road where I'll flag down a van!”

“Just listen to me...”

“No I won't!”

“ It's time to go!”

“Now I'll put an end to this vacation.”

“ I'm gone!”

Look Who’s Evil Now

“You will die!"

 “Now I'll ask you a question, not where, or why or how...”

“Sock it to me, baby!”

“I heard you suckers mocking me!”

“If being evil's cool, consider me Miles Davis.”

“ You can't stop me now.”

“Who's the stupid bitch now, [name]?”

“ I'm sexy, I'm cute And so evil to boot!”

“ I'd kill you with these guns, but I don't think they shoot!”

 “Dude, grab the fucking gun!”

“Shoot her!”

“Shoot it!”

“ I can't shoot [name]. S/he's a friend of ours.”

Join Us

“Join us!”

“Don't you wanna join the crew?”

“You'll be dead and evil too.”

“The coolest thing to do is join us.”

“Your life sucks you know?”

“Don't be just a fucking shmo!”

“You'll be dead with no remorse and be hung like a horse.”

“You can even bang a corpse if you join us!”

“so just lay down that big gun...”

“ Ah! Ah! No, I'm not going to join you, never!”

“You don't want to look beautiful, like me?”

“Please! I'd rather look like this moose.”

“Why thank you!”

“ I'm here to tell you all about the fun and excitement you'll experience if you take us up on our offer and join us!”

“Can't you see we'll have a scream? Evil's funner than it seems!”

“Being evil is divine, you'll be dead but so refined!”

“ Party like its '99..."

“Oh you bastards! You dirty bastards!”

Blew That Bitch Away

“Well we thought you were fucking with us.”

“We thought you were a lying prick.”

“It just sounded like, uh, bullshit.”

“But apparently you weren't talking smack.”

“She was going to eat us!”

“You saved us all!”

“You're the baddest motherfucker in this whole strip mall!”

“We thought you were a phony on some mad tirade.”

“Now we see that you're a hero.”

“You saved the day!”

"You blew that bitch away!”

“I told you I could kill these demons.”

“Who knows who the next victim will be?”

“We need a clean up on aisle three.”

Ode To An Accidental Stabbing 

“Goddamn you, woman!”

“You fucking stabbed me!”

“Do I look like a fucking zombie?”

“It was a mistake!”

“What can I do to prove I’m sorry?”

“Well in the future I’d appreciate it if in the future you could not fucking stab me!”

“I’ll make you feel better!”

“This hurts like a son of a bitch!”

“Take this cloth and apply pressure to your wound.”

#alright this got long so i just did two lol #sentence starters #ask memes #rp meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #meme starters #rph #tumblr watch and care about the evil dead musical challenge tho