#my friends must hate me <3 they listen anyways i love them so much

[pinionpartridge]

Endwalker is making me s c r e a m

#i deleted my final fantasy blog so i am posting here #i got addicted to ff again bc i remade my character and also made him an OC and also remade my old character as an OC and- #-i am seperately obsessed with them and have been playing again which makes me more insane which in turn makes me play more #the story of this game is so fucjing good it inspires me to write MORE batshit long plot stories #and im in love #kingdom hearts n final fantasy are like. why everything i Make Is Like That #my friends must hate me <3 they listen anyways i love them so much #anyways SCREAMS ENDWALKER IS SO FUCKING GOD IM GONNA REPLAY THROUGH THE GAME ONCE I FINISH MAYBE SWEAR TO GOD AAAAAAA I #baby adventurer time i wanna relive the whole story again #this game makes me start cryinf #i probably have a horrible horrible hyperfixation ive been playing for 6 years #i used to dedicate so much focus to the game and wanted to learn everything and do everything and play everything #am insane!!! i am insane!!!! #PLAY FFXIV IF YOU LIKE MMOS I THINK ITS FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU

[mytragedyperson]

possibly unpopular Pjo Opinions

Also, if you disagree, that's fine. people are allowed to have differing opinions. But, if you decide to be dick about it in the comments, the comment will be deleted. we can disagree but there's no need to be rude about it. However, if you'd like to respectfully and civilly discuss the differences in opinion, I'd be happy to. I always enjoy hearing different opinions. However I will warn you, while I'm not strictly anti-percabeth, there are some anti-percabeth or negative towards percabeth opinions in this post. If you're one of the toxic percabeth stans who hates on anyone who dislikes or says anything negative about the ship, you have been warned, any toxic comments will be deleted. I won't be arguing with you because it would be pointless. You're not going to change my mind and I'm not going to change yours. civil and respectful discussions only

Is it bad that I don't like Bianca Di Angelo. Like, don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, I don't think she's terrible, she's 12, she's a child, but try as I might I just can't understand her choice. I get that she's 12 and left to take care of her brother but they have no one else at that point and the first chance she gets she agrees to leave him. She agrees before they even get to camp, before she's even made sure it's safe and I've said it before I don't think there's a world where Nico stays at Camp Halfblood. I don't think Bianca necessarily dies in every universe. There must be at least some where she actually listens when told not to touch anything or even where she, an untrained, inexperienced 12 year old isn't picked for this quest where they know one of them will die because it's been prophecised, but I do think Nico, at least in every universe where Bianca agrees to join the Hunters, always leaves camp after discovering he's a son of Hades, and then he's really not safe. they're each other's only family and she chooses to leave him. In 2 years he'll be the same age as her, and a year after that he's older. He'll live his entire life while she pops in and out when they can, maybe sees him if he's at camp halfblood at the time. and, to be fair to Bianca, I don't think the Hunters should offer this to 12 year old anyway. but, no, Bianca will either be dead, or 12 forever as he younger brother grows older, as he nearly dies trying to save his friends and help his family. Although I would love to see her and the Hunter's reaction when Nico shows up in the fifth book, same age as Bianca, with 3 gods and, if I'm remembering correctly, an army of skeletons, as she realises her younger is growing up. Honestly I could see them finding a way to send messages and Nico, despite knowing there's no place for him there, going to Camp Halfblood when he knows the hunters will be there so he can see his sister. see, i like the idea of alive Bianca that lives in my head, because i love the angsty idea of her seeing her brother get older and get married and make new friends and meet the half sister and her still being physically 12 but so much older mentally and wondering what could have been if she hadn't agreed to be a Hunter. But canon Bianca? i get that she's young but, maybe it's because I'm the youngest of a family with quite a few cousins that are very close but I can't imagine a world where my older brother or one of my older cousins agrees to just leave me somewhere without first making sure it's safe, even if they were 12. and the fact that they're each other's only family on Earth at that point? and then in book 4, instead of appearing directly ti Nico and telling him not to come to her, she uses Percy as a middle man? Nico is not Percy's responsibility. No, you agreed to join the Hunters, you agreed to go on this quest when you were untrained and inexperienced (because somehow there was no one more qualified or better suited after the other Hunter couldn't go).

Honestly, maybe my problem is more with the Hunters than Bianca herself now that I'm thinking about it. The way they act like they're better than everyone's else but get upset when they retaliate. The way they hate all men. There's just something about their attitude in the third books I hate. Maybe it's because it's from Percy's POV but, I don't know, they just rub me the wrong way. Maybe it's because they're supposed to be feminists but they're written by a man who thinks the extent of feminism is "we as women hate all men and think we're better than them" which, while is admittedly how some women are, is not supposed to be the point of feminism. I was taught feminism was equality between men and women, not one being better than the other, not hating on one while hating one the other, both men and women being equal. Is this where I realise that my problems actually boil down to problems with Rick Riordan writing women and girls? Zoe's dislike does make some sense and I do like her character but it feels like the other Hunters are, like, radical feminists who believe men and women should be separate?

Also while I'm here, might as well add, as someone who read the first five books but does plan to read the others, Percabeth means literally nothing to me. I don't hate them but I don't ship them either. They're fine as friends but as a couple? I'm sure there are much more interesting ships for both of them. The first five books is more or less them not being together but getting jealous of anyone of the opposite who talks to them, (though Percy's is also annoyance because, you know, Luke tried to kill him and Annabeth still has hope she can get through to him even though he's betrayed them. Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, he doesn't take betrayal well, we saw how he reacted to Nico's perceived betrayal), and (Usually Annabeth but Percy sometimes) picking arguments. Ah, yes, the old married couple. Now, the moments where they actually bond outside of quests and camp halfblood? Not many of them. They have a couple of cute moments but, as a couple, I don't really care for it. I don't mind them as friends but, as more than that, not really. Annabeth chose Percy over Luke? oh great, and so the rest of camp Halfblood, the others who stay there all year? They mean nothing? If it was't for Percy, she would've just left them? Interesting. Percy gave up immortality for Annabeth? Not really, sure, she may have been part of it, but the main part was making sure children of all Greek gods had somewhere safe to go and would be claimed. also, why would a depressed, possibly suicidal teen want to be immortal? want to be with the gods who have just used him and his friends and half of whom hate him? Also, next to Annabeth Percy is always made out to be the dumb one but he's not really. Sure Annabeth is better at planning but Percy is better at improvising when things go wrong. See: him tricking Crusty. Also in that first book Annabeth also makes some not so smart choices. See: going to the Arch to sightsee in the middle of the quest. Percy is also the one who figures out The Lotus Hotel situation, not Annabeth. They have different types of intelligence but Percy is not dumb.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percabeth #anti percabeth #kinda but not really #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hunters of artemis #anti hunters of artemis #kinda not really #possibly Rick Riordan critical? like not really but kinda maybe #annabeth chase #no hate towards annabeth chase #I've read the percy jackson and the olympians #No mention of heroes of olympus #i haven't read that so know nothing that happens

[kirisslut]

—I Can Treat You So Much Better w/ Eijirou Kirishima

—Cw: bestfriend!kirishima, cheating, phone sex, facetime sex, masturbation, toxic!partner, UNEDITED

—Summary: your partnet is toxic and your best friend, Eiji, thinks you deserve a lot better

—Author's Note: I got out of a toxic relationship roughly 2 monthes ago and I’ve unintentionally made it a new personality trait and I think about it everyday and it came to my mind while thinking of smut ideas and someone please help me I don’t want to think about that- anyway enjoy me self projecting to the fucking extreme :)) Also I tried to make this gender netural but reader is afab and i wrote it with my ex in mind so if I accidentally called the ex a boyfriend at some point I apologize- ALSO I HAVENT WRITTEN IN FOREVER SO SORRY IF THE WRITING IS BAD

—Please keep in mind that you must be 15+ to read this piece, thank you <3

Eijirou hated this, he hated everything about it. Eijirou has had feelings for you for a couple years now, ever since middle school. He hasn’t had to see you with very many partners before, there were a couple of few month relationships with people that he didn’t particularly like but they treated you well so he wasn’t too bent out of shape over it. But this was by far his least favorite relationship of yours. You had been dating this person for about six months now and he hated everything about them. First off, he thought you were way too pretty to be with this person. In his eyes, they were a one and you were an eleven. Secondly, they treated you horribly. They said mean stuff to you, upset you, made everything about them, didn’t respect your consent, and so much more. And on top of that, they were horrible in bed. They made the most bold and most wrong movements and refused to educate theirself on your body and what you enjoyed. On top of that, there was never any aftercare whatsoever.

And it pissed Eijirou off. You were perfect to him, how come you gave this person a chance and not him and let them treat you horribly? Well one night, he had enough, Eijirou finally snapped. This was the fourth time that week that you’d texted him, saying some along the lines of “i was hanging out w/ p/n and they really upset me because…”. And that was the last straw for him, he was gonna remind you of your worth. 

Y/n: Eiji, they did it again. We were making out and it was kinda going further and they did something wrong and it hurt so I asked them to stop and they asked if I was just turned on too much-

Eiji: I’m sorry sweetheart, your partner sucks :( why don’t you facetime me?

Not even five seconds later a call was coming through and he answered it, smiling at the sight of your face.

“Hi, pretty, how’re you?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You gave a small smile in return.

“Hi Eiji, not great.” You were laying in bed, one hand holding up your phone while you laid your head down on your arm, “I just wish they’d take the time to figure out what I like…y’know?”

“I know, love, I’m sorry they’re like that. You deserve a lot better than that, you’re gorgeous. Anyone who doesn’t wanna treat you right in bed is a total idiot.”

Your cheeks heated up a bit and you smiled at Eijirou, “Thanks, Eiji.” Eijirou was sitting up, his phone propped up on his desk, with a controller in his hands, you assumed he was playing a video game. He was wearing a tight gray shirt, it perfectly outlined his pecs and showed off how big his shoulders were. You started unintentionally staring, and who could blame you? Eijirou was hot. Even you, as his totally platonic, never gonna be anything more, best friend could see that. 

“Sweetheart? Are you even listening to me?” Eijirou asked, looking straight at you. Your cheeks heated up more and you looked away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just spaced out,” you replied.

“What were you thinking about, sweetheart?”

Your next reply took a moment, you were scared to say it. This was wrong, everything about this was wrong. You were facetiming your best friend who calls you every pet name under the sun, to complain about your boyfriend, and on top of that you were thinking about how hot he was. But you were desperate.

“..you.”

Eijirou paused, making eye contact with you, “What about me, pretty?”

“...I was looking at your chest…and thinking about how you’d treat me so much better than p/n.”

The smirk that spread across his face killed you. You might as well go get a new name and move to a completely new country at this point, because you were so embarrassed. 

“Oh, you know I would, sweetheart. I bet you don’t even think about them when you two are getting into it, bet you just thinking about me, huh?” And he wasn’t exactly wrong. Sometimes you found your mind drifting to Eijirou when you were getting intimate with p/n. You didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened.

You nodded, “You’re just so pretty, Eiji, and p/n can’t make me cum…bet you could. You have pretty hands..and I’ve seen the way your fingers move on your controller.” You started subtly rubbing your thighs together, trying to relieve the feeling forming between your legs.

“I definitely could, pretty. I’d eat you out so good if I could, bet you taste amazing,” Eijirou says, setting down his controller and turning his full attention to you, “Why don’t you take off your shirt, sweetheart? I wanna see what I would have to work with.”

This, you hesitated on, more so than the other stuff. Talking was just one thing, but to show Eijirou your body would be straight up cheating, absolutely no excuses.

“Well, I don’t know..I don’t wanna cheat on p/n.., I’m just upset at him right now.”

“Come on, sweetheart, when does he ever care about your feelings? You deserve so much better than that. Just this one time, honey, I wanna show you what you could have. And I wanna see what that loser is failing to make feel good. They’re so stupid, I bet you’re super sensitive, I could make you feel so good.”

Eijirou’s sweet sweet words got to your head and soon enough you were propping your phone up, sitting on your knees, legs spread a little with nothing but an oversized shirt and short shorts on. The shorts hugged your thighs and pussy. Eijirou could see the outline and you swear he whispered “fuck” at a couple points. Slowly, you took your shirt off and Eijirou’s eyes widened. No bra.

It made sense, you were home and nobody wants to wear a bra when relaxing in their own home, but he was just a little startled. He didn’t mind though, of course. A hand drifted down to his sweatpants, palming his half-hard cock through the fabric.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Those are the best tits I’ve ever seen, you wanna show me some more? I bet your pussy is just as pretty.”

“Mm, can I see you first, Ei? Please? Just wanna see your abs please,” you beg and Eijirou smirks a little, taking off his shirt. He was so perfect, perfectly tanned skin that was so smooth, and his muscles were gorgeous. You bit your lip, looking at his perfect body.

“Now take off your shorts, sweetheart, I wanna see,” Eijirou said, and you happily obliged. You slipped your shorts and panties off, spreading your legs a little more, “Fuck, pretty, you’re soaked. Do you have any toys there with you? I bet you’re one of those little whores who needs to play with their pussy every night before they go to sleep.”

Your cheeks heat up, “Y-yeah, I have toys…do you want me to use some..?”

“Yes, pretty, it’s no replacement for my cock or my tongue, but it’ll have to do. After all, we’re just testing this out, right? No cheating.”

You nod, “Mhm, not cheating. Just testing it out.”

“Good girl.” You reach into your bedside drawer and pull out a little box, showing Eijirou the contents on the call.

“What should I use, Ei?”

“How about you use that wand vibrator and that pink dildo? I think that’d look cute stuffed in your pussy,” Eijirou says, returning to palming himself. He was so hard for you, you were just too hot. You removed the toys from the box, putting it back and resuming your original position.

Suddenly, you were shy, you’d never done this over the phone before. You took a moment, and Eijirou didn’t rush you and eventually you mumbled, “Can I see your cock first?”

Eijirou smiled, “Of course you can, sweetheart.” He pulled his sweatpants and underwear down a little and then you saw it, your eyes widening a bit. Eijirou was huge, atleast seven inches. It was so pretty, p/n was nowhere near that size, nor was it as pretty or well kept as Eijirou’s. Eijirou ran a hand up his length, watching you, “This is all for you, sweetheart, you’re so pretty. It gets me all hard.”

“..you’re hot too, gets me all wet..”

“How about you get something in that pussy then, sweetheart? Show me how you get off after your shitty partner fails to make you cum.”

You don’t hesitate anymore before sinking down onto your dildo, not bothering with the vibrator quite yet. Eijirou kept pumping his length, watching the way your pussy swallows your toy up. After adjusting, you started bouncing on your dildo, making yourself feel good. Strings of moans left your lips, getting off on the fact that your best friend was watching you pleasure yourself. 

“Look at you go, sweetheart, you’re just so horny, huh? Not even thinking about p/n anymore, just thinking about cumming and my fat cock.”

“Fuck- yes Ei, ‘m thinking about your cock in my pussy, it’d stretch me out so so so good, d-don’t think I could take it,” you said as you reached for your vibrator, turning it on and pressing it to your clit. Eijirou stroked himself faster.

“Oh, you definitely could, pretty, I know you’d take it so good. Can already picture you creaming all over it. Shit- I’m getting close, cum with me.”

And that you did, you came around the dildo with no thoughts in your mind other than Eijirou and your orgasm. You slowly stopped, panting, and your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, at the top of the screen there was a singular notification.

My Love <3 : hey u busy?

“Mmm, that was so hot, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that?”

Y/n: yeah abt to go to bed, gn ily

“Yeah, Ei, of course I did…why don’t you come over?”

#jjs.going.to.hell #kirishima smut #eijirou kirishima #eijirou kirishima smut #bnha smut #bnha #mha smut #mha #eijirou smut #eijirou kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha eijirou #kirishima eijirou #kiri smut #kirishima x reader smut #eijirou kirishima x reader smut

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Why “Ball Game Tournament Time” is underrated as hell

BASEBALL EPISODE! BASEBALL EPISODE! Any anime that has a baseball episode in it is bound to get Hailey hooked!

And this one is about her Sugi boy! She’s all for him getting more screentime!

Out of context picture

I’m pretty sure that this was the episode that started the “Jiriki Hongan Revolution” intro (Correct me if I’m wrong) and since it’s tied as my fav AC intro, this episode gets points for starting it!

Baseball fanatic Koro is best Koro!

Anyways, did I mention I love baseball episodes because I love baseball episodes

Found a cute side character with freckles. Appreciate her NOW!

Two very good boys right here!

Kimura gets to do something! We must savor this moment while we still can!

Awww a cute Mimura!

I live for a badass Sugi boy (Even though this one is in Shindo’s head 😅)

Also, start the count for how many times Shindo looks like he’s about the piss himself

Ain’t this such a great episode! 3-E is succeeding and showing the main campus kids what’s what! Boy I sure hope no one ruins-

Bitch. Can you please stay out of my feel good sports episodes and not traumatize people at all? You’re bringing down the vibes man 😕

Well the girlies are back at least! Kind of wish we got to see them play though.

Kayano: “It’s just that the other team had huge jiggly boobs! It made me so made that I couldn’t concentrate!” Kaede sweetie you are not beating the allegations 🩷💜💙

Nothing to say except I like Maehara’s bewildered face

GAKUHOU STOP FUCKING MANIPULATING TEENAGERS FOR FUCK SAKE

I hate the man but those eyes though

Irina: “Aha! I think I get it! So you hit a ball with a stick!” Never change Irina. Never change.

Oh my god EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW AND LOOK AT MY BOY!!!

Did I mention that I adore Sugino. Well, I ADORE SUGINO!!!

I swear to god Gakuhou doesn’t have life WHY ARE YOU HERE!?

Also, anyone else felt bad for Shindy this episode? Sure he was sort of a cocky bastard for the first part but man is he put through hell here.

Karmster using his bitch powers to good use (Yes, Karmster is his new name now)

Also this should be a meme template

I saw the glowing red eyes and my first thought was “Baki?”

Nothing to say except that I find Isogai’s little sigh cute

Bewildered Shindy

Gakuhou: “Crack a skull if need be.” Why aren’t you in jail yet?

We love Karmster’s little bitch face

Karmster: “Swing like you’re trying to kill us.” My guy is in distress

Nagisa: “That’s got him pretty shaken up.” Pretty Shaken- MY GUY IS TRAUMATIZED!

Again, poor Shindy. Like seriously get this boy some help.

I’ve caught two bright smiles in one screenshot!

Sugino: “Didn’t mean for things to get so crazy.” Shindy needs to go to therapy

Juuuust Karmster

Hadn’t mention before but I love listening to Sugi’s dubbed voice. For someone who shares a voice actor with the loud mouth that is Katsuki Bakugo his voice is nice to listen to

Sugino: “It was about being proud of my new friends. I wanted to show them off.” Sugino I fucking love you.

Welp that’s it. That was a good ass episode that we as a fandom should talk about more! It’s season 1’s version of leader time to me. In fact it’s part of my top ten favorite episodes of the series (I really need to make a list) I don’t say it that much but Sugino as a character brings me so much serotonin so watching this episode was a joy for me! Combined with the fact that I love baseball this episode was an absolute delight.

I keep forgetting how bad I feel for Shindy boy here. Like, he was just slightly cocky and he ended up getting manipulated left and right. Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up having nightmares about the 3-E students sniping him in his sleep or something.

Anyways, like I said. This is a good episode and we should really discuss it more. We should discuss Sugino more. DISCUSS THE BOY! <—— Barely discusses the boy in question

#This fandom as a habit of adopting obscure characters #So has anyone taken Shindy yet? #If not then I volunteer! #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #tomohito sugino #gakuhou asano #kazutaka shindo #karma akabane #episode rundown #< That’s what I’ll start calling these things now

[mrs-monaghan]

well, i see that your blog is cock friendly, and even tho its a jikook blog, there is something that i think we should adress (i'm not saying that this could be a reason for jk's crush, im not saying it could not), but...

Namjoon's cock!!!!! I suare, if everything in that body is proporcional, you know, i mean YOU KNOW he is fucking big!

Oh anon I really wish you hadn't gone there.

Now we must talk about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda. We now need to delve into this and get to the root of the issue. We must!

Jimin's hand on RM's lap.

JK: 👀

Love it. Okay let's take a look at some photos, shall we? Jimin's type.

Oh wait, before we proceed, JK's crush on RM i have never thought of it as an actual true crush. I think its played of as such for laughs. But I think JK just really admired him for his talents and what not and I don't think JK is attracted to RM in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Imo.

Now back to Jimin's type. 😁

Number 1) Wonho

Number 2) Black interviewer

Number 3) Usher

Number 4) JB who is basically JK's doppelganger in some of his photos 😅

Number 5) Gonna casually drop Tony

And last but not least Number 6) The main topic:

Jimin has a type. Okay? He likes them muscles and them thick men and them hot men and them arms and chests...and thighs... anyway, Mimi has a type. And while none of the men above hold a candle to his actual boyfriend, you can see the similarities.

Jungtiddies. Check

Thighs. Check

Arms. Check

The whole damn body. Check

Where I'm I going with this you ask? In short what I'm trying to say is, RM is Jimin's type. My friends and I disected this the other day and concluded the JK Minimoni thing probably has something to do with the fact that RM is Jimin's type to a T. JK looks at RM and sees himself. And then add the fact that RM is a genius and JK's insecurity goes through the roof!

(And like anon mentioned, JK has that Jungkonda, yes but on this post I also share what RM is working with so.... like I said. JK & RM, same thing basically 😂)

See, yeah, JK comes between Yoonmin and hates that Suga thirsts over his man. But, he is not threatened by short, skinny legged, with an ass almost as big as Jimin's, Min Yoongi. He knows Jimin will never see Suga that way. So he can dislike how Suga behaves with Jimin, but sometimes he even ignores it and doesn't look bothered at all. But when it comes to Minimoni he just has to insert himself. For eg, I saw something today.

Look at Jimin's face after JK adds in his 2 cents because of course he did

Minimoni moment, JK is like "not today Satan" He refuses for the audience to associate Jimin with RM and its the funniest shit. I mention here how JK inserted himself when Minimoni were practising the own it dance. Even though he wasn't really supposed to be there.

Disclaimer: The following opinions are my own, I will give them but please feel free to form your own

So listen. I will be the first person to tell people to stop treating the Tannies like characters in a fanfic. And I have mentioned many times that there has never been any in house dating (sans Jikook) That just wouldn't work and BTS wouldn't be together if that was the case. So please, please try not to read too much into the following tiny analysis. It's just something a friend pointed out to me and I couldn't believe it myself. It's short and quick, easy to miss. But it shows just how deep this thing with JK and Minimoni goes.

Okay so In the Soop season 2 episode 3 around 6 minutes in. (Thanks @serendipitous-sky)

Jin tells JK to go wake up either Jimin or V. Of course JK goes to wake up Jimin. Duh!

Sidebar, this isn't the point of my post, I just feel the need to point out that Jikook look at cameras ALOT. The whole time he climbed the stairs on the way to Jimin's room he was staring at that camera

If you guys remember correctly, Jimin was kind enough to switch rooms with RM the night before. RM couldn't sleep in the main house due to all the noise. So they swapped. But JK forgot this. So off he goes to what he thinks is still Jimin's room (he cheated/helped Jimin to get this room btw, but that's an analysis for another day) Anyway, back to JK looking for cameras.

If you're looking to mess around with your boyfriend and not get caught its important to find blind spots. So yes, Jikook are always making sure they know exactly where those cameras are. I'm sure y'all get it. 😏😏

Anyway, off he goes into the room and he's surprised to be greeted by RM's snores.

He forgot this wasn't Jimin's room anymore. But guys, here's my thing. JK is here, right? He has heard and seen that that is RM asleep in that bed, right? So you'd expect him to leave, right?

Wrong!! JK goes further into the room!

But why 🤭🤭🤭 that's my question. He had already established that was RM in the bed why did he need to go further into the room? What did he need to see? He literally has no reason to confirm it's RM in that bed when he already knows it is. So my guess is that he wanted to confirm RM was in that bed alone.

Now hear me out, even if Jimin was in that bed lying down fully clothed just shooting the shit with RM, it would not have gone down very well. At all. Shit, would have hit, the fucking fan!

We definitely wouldn't have go10 a season 2 of ITS or anymore BTS for that matter 🤭🤭 I'm just saying, for the sake of a million things, I'm glad RM was in there by himself.

JK as he's leaving says;

And off he goes to look for Jimin. We already know what happens after this. Nothing, coz we were robbed.

But anyway, conclusion: RM is the only one who actually threatens JK. And no this doesn't mean he doesn't trust Jimin. He knows Jimin would never but it doesn't stop him from wanting to make sure everyone most especially RM, remembers who Jimin 'belongs' to.

The End. Stan Namjikook for clear skin

#he he hee #jikook theory #jikook theories #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #bts #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jikook bothered #ITS Jikook

[raisedbythetv89]

I hate all of this “well he was Buffy’s first love!” talk when discussing how much pain and devastation Angel caused in Buffy’s life as if for women our first loves MUST be horrible and painful always???? As if it was unavoidable anyway so let’s not be too critical of him.

First off, HE LITERALLY WASNT EVEN HER FIRST LOVE

The show acknowledges what happens in the movie so canonically what happened in the movie happened to tv show Buffy INCLUDING HER RELATIONSHIP. ANGEL WAS NOT HER FIRST LOVE.

Angel was just the first guy who stalked and targeted Buffy when she was at her most vulnerable and continued to constantly lie and manipulate her for his own selfish gains only to toss her aside once she no longer served her original purpose while continuing to lead her on and show up in her life every time she tried to move on and THAT is why it was so painful!!!

STOP NORMALIZING THE PAIN CAUSED BY ABUSE AND MANIPULATION AS THE SAME THING AS REGULAR HEARTBREAK IN NORMAL RELATIONSHIPS.

I did not have a good childhood, my parents had a horrible divorce when I was 7 and I had never seen a healthy relationship modeled IN MY LIFE - AND YET - my first serious relationship when I was 16 while it definitely had it problems like all young love does (his friends didn’t like how much time he spent with me and his mom both hated me for “taking her son away” but also loved me because she wanted a daughter so badly but only had sons - she was insane lol and we were both teenagers who made stupid teenager mistakes) he was with me for 3 1/2 years and absolutely would have married me if that was what I had wanted.

He would sneak out to see me when I was sad despite his strict parents, always bought me lunch because I would eat what I was sent to school with by 10 AM because I was STARVING because I had an almond mom who never fed either of us enough. Would happily listen to me rant about the twilight books as I read them during that whole phase, WROTE ME A SONG for my birthday (he was actually a talented musician and works as a sound engineer and music producer now) and basically just spent every second he could either with me or talking to me when we were apart. He loved taking me on dates and writing me love notes and we just laughed all the time. He was my best friend as well as my boyfriend and ending that relationship because I had outgrown him was SO PAINFUL because he loved me so much and even during the break up - which I handled HORRIBLY - he was kind and even gave me the birthday present he had bought me because he wanted me to have it even though it was still months away. (I say all of this to try and just show first loves CAN be more than just pain and devastation and if it isn’t making you happy a minimum 80% of the time and you instead just feel sad and confused THAT IS NOT NORMAL AND YOU DESERVE BETTER 🩷)

I know good experiences are not the case for everyone when it comes to first relationships and that’s awful and is not fair because young love SHOULD be innocent and naive. Just two idiots in love who have no clue what they’re doing but just happy to be around each other no matter what they’re doing (like what willow got to experience with Oz in high school) and Angel robbed Buffy of those experiences. He broke her trust of other people and in love and her trust in HERSELF - that’s not her “first love” that’s her first abusive relationship and calling it “her first love” or worse “her soulmate” only serves the patriarchy and harms little girls everywhere who grow up not knowing to look for or expect better because everyone around them and society is telling them “your first experiences with love and sex will be awful and painful and there’s no escaping it” when that is just NOT TRUE at all, especially if you date someone age appropriate in high school. Angel is the first older “man” she dated and like all older men with high school girls do, he took advantage of that imbalance in power in literally every way possible and I will despise that whiney little bitch until the end of time for that and wish he would have just stayed trapped in that hell dimension until the end of time as it is what he deserves.

“True love” doesn’t require severe pain and tears for it to be deep or meaningful. Don’t believe the lies terrible men like jw and so many others feed us.

#fuck joss whedon #fuck the patriarchy #fuck misogyny #buffy summers girl you deserved better 🖤 #anti angel #anti bangel #spuffy #btvs meta

[starluvsx]

★𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Wordcount:1163

Proofread:meh

Warnings:kissing,lying and just cutness tbh

A/N:I’m so embarrassed at how long it took for me to make this...🌚.btw this is pt 3 for On camera so if you haven't read that then you should do so:)

𖦹 𖦹

The drive home wasn’t much different from the video we had just filmed.awkwardness not filling the air for a second.except for with Chris.he was almost the opposite as he just was a minutes ago.atleast he was responding to Matt and Nick though.he hasn’t even said a word too me since the video ended.

I said a few things to him but only got small hums in agreement back.nothing like how he was just acting.like a switch flipped in him. “Do you wanna sleep over y/nn?” Nick asked which broke me out of my confused thoughts.

“Uhm yea if that’s alright, nothing to really do at home anyways.”I responded, throwing a shrug at the end of sling sentence to not be boring.a sleepover would be nice.I haven’t got out of the house at night time in a while anyways.

Nick didn’t respond, simply nodding up and down and then turning to Matt and yelling to turn the music up louder.

At the house

“WAIT” Nick yelled before I went upstairs to his room so I could crash a burn. “my room is like super messy right now gimme a second to clean it”he continued.I don’t know why he all of a sudden cared about him room being dirty.I’ve seen his room messy many times before.he must have a reason thought so i just backed away and let him scurry upstairs.

Matt had already entered his room, grabbing something from the fridge and going back into hibernation.this left me and Chris in the kitchen alone.I hated the fact I knew if we were normal right now this awkward silence wouldn’t have even existed.but it wasn’t my fault.he was the one acting all weird.

He was probably just in a bad mood or something so I didn’t wanna pry, if he wanted me to know what was going on he would’ve told me.

Going through with my morals I picked up my phone and leaned on the counter, scrolling through it mindlessly, Chris doing the same already across the island from me.

Abruptly he set his phone down on the counter. “Y/n, can we talk.” he said causing me to pick my head up from my phone.

“Uh yea sure what’s up?”i replied.fully turning my body to face his.making eye constant with him was difficult,too awkward to go through with.

“I’ve been feeling these things lately, weird, complicated things”he began,pausing his sentence to think about what to say “and I don’t really understand them I guess, I’m just really confused right now and…”he trailed off.

“You know you can always talk to me if somethings going on right?”i responded.

“Yea i know that but…..it’s about you.”he answered seriously.I was now nervous.had I done something?did I upset him?was he mad at me?

Worry filled my head,causing my face to contort into one that matched how I was feeling. “I’m not mad at you or anything”he backtracked. “I just…I think I’m in love with you.” The pale boy who stood across the island confessed.I was shocked.we had been friends since 7th grade.every time people would say ‘you guys would make a cute couple!’ Or ‘I know you like eachother.’ He was always fast to shoot it down.faster than me.

He had just recently broken up with a girl, Chloe.not only did she not look or act anything like me but he would often express during late night talks how much he missed her.this crushed my heart.knowing he wanted another girl the same I wish he wanted me was demeaning to say the least.

“I don’t believe you”I whispered.it didn’t make sense.how could he go from one girl to the other in such short time. This is probably some sick joke that I’ll go home and cry about while listening to Lana del Rey at the loudest volume possible.

He seemed hurt at what I said.I didn’t want to hurt him.I would never want to hurt him.I started to silently panic.scared he might take back what he said just because my words were misconstrued. “I don’t mean it like that it’s just.weren’t you taking about Chloe like the other night?don’t you still want her.you cried for like an hour when you guys broke up.” I rambled on.

“I couldn’t give a fuck about chole, I..forced myself to love her cause I knew we would never get together.I broke up with her because of you.I’ve loved you since we first met.your the only one I want.”he passionately answered, raising his voice slightly.not out of anger but as to show how serious about this he was.he slowly made his way toward me while saying this.now he stood right infront of me.eyes searching mine for some answer of any kind.but I didn’t have one.

yes I had felt the same why he’s describing now but was a relationship worth risking a 7 year long friendship.all good things come to an end.he’s talked about how he doesn’t want to marry.then even if we did we could always divorce.he has no problem lying to girls seeing as he pretended to love chole and then told me she broke up with him.or we could just realize we’re not as attracted to eachother as we thought and slowly drift apart.I’ve only known him as a friend, a great one yes but Lord knows what he’s like as a boyfriend.he’s never even acted that way slightly towards me.I have no clue what to expect

Too many idea and worst case scenario’s.the pressure cracking down on me slowly.tears began to well up in my eyes subconsciously. He took my hands into his lightly.“You don’t make have to make any decisions right now I know this is a lot and-”the blue eyed boy began before I cut him off, grabbing his face and pressing our lips together.

He melted into the hungry kiss.hands going to my waist and placing me up and onto the counter.he situated himself in between my legs,not breaking the kiss once.I ran my fingers through his hair.normally he would be upset if anyone touched his hair but right now he couldn’t care less.we had been waiting for this kiss since we were13.

“I love you too”I breathed out once we broke apart.thankful to finally get that off my chest.

“So you wanna be my girlfriend”he asked, acting as if we were still in middle school.

“Yea”I smiled ear to ear as the words left my mouth.I could now, after all this time, call him my boyfriend.hell yea.

#influencers #x reader #youtube #celebrity #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #fluff #cute #confession

[xfgpng]

reader description :: petite asian female, 21, 5’0, medium length straight hair + pale skin

reader :: jackie lee

commissioned :: ✔️ (as in a follower’s oc lmao, not my own)

warnings :: angst, misunderstanding, dacryphilia + fingering

the room was cold and eerily quiet. outside, the rain could be heard along with the thunder. it had been a few weeks since she had woken up in this room, in a manga she had loved so much.

she tried to think of her old life but she was slowly starting to forget the faces of old friends and acquaintances. jackie wondered if someone had realised she’d gone missing or if they even cared to know.

outside, the rain was only coming down harder and it had been 3 days since she had seen sebastian or ciel. they were both very clear about not wanting her to join them this time and she hated to admit that it hurt, not understanding what could’ve happened that they didn’t want her with them.

had sebastian finally had enough? she supposed it was easy for a demon to get bored very easily and a human such as herself could never really give him anything in return. he didn’t need her soul.

“jackie?”

she startles out of her day dream, wiping her eyes when she realises she had been crying. she must have forgotten to eat lunch since she hadn’t really left her bedroom.

“i’ll be out in a moment” she clears her throat awkwardly, fixing her clothing and hair before putting on her usual smile. she didn’t want anyone to be suspicious and finnian would worry too much and she knew mey-rin would run and tell sebastian she’d been moping around in her room all day.

“there you are!” baldroy says, “it’s dinner time”

she doesn’t say anything but follows behind him anyway. the manor felt weird without ciel and sebastian around and jackie wondered if she’d ever get used to it or if they’d eventually ask her to leave since she wasn’t needed anymore.

the thought made her stomach churn but she ignored the awkward feeling as she joined the rest to eat.

“they’ll be back tonight” finnian whispered, “don’t look so down or else everyone will start to talk too much”

jackie was thankful for finnian. she was lucky that everyone seemed to welcome her without asking any questions, under the impression that it was ciel’s doing and they listened to their young master.

“do you not have an appetite?” mey-rin asks

“i guess not” jackie swallows the last piece she could handle before excusing herself to wash up and get into bed.

maybe this was just a horrible dream and she’d wake up in her old world again when she woke up.

she felt a cold hand on her thigh before she registered the body beside her. glancing at the clock, it was just after midnight and she honestly didn’t even remember falling asleep.

“sebastian?” she whispers and he hums, kissing her neck.

she squeezes her eyes shut, not wanting to cry. it was the worst timing and she didn’t want him leaving her alone again. if this is all he wanted, she could accept it, as long as he didn’t leave.

“you’re sad” he says. he can feel how tense she is and when she doesn’t immediately answer, he sighs.

he didn’t understand the way humans felt and experienced things. he would never really understand or know what it was like to feel things so deeply.

he placed a hand on her cheek and gently turned her head to face him. she really was so beautiful, especially when the moonlight filtering into the bedroom hit her face just right.

“what—”

“why didn’t you let me come with?” she cuts him off, unable to help herself, “do you not need me anymore?”

“where did you get that idea from?” he frowns, “ciel had to meet with someone and i, myself, just stayed nearby”

“but..” she trailed off, feeling a little silly when she thought about it all. it was only the first time they’d left her behind since she’d been there.

“jackie” sebastian chuckles, “you have no reason to feel this sad darling, we’d never leave you behind unless it was necessary”

“i’m sorry” jackie sighs, “i just… like you so much”

“i know you do” he smiles, leaning in to kiss her softly.

he could never love her the way she wanted but he could give her this much. he could try, for her.

“let me make you feel better” he grins, kissing her again as he slipped his index finger into her pussy.

it was always exciting to see how ready she always was for him. her legs falling open without him needing to ask.

she moaned softly, wanting this moment to be a lot less intense than usual. she sniffed and he laughed, kissing her cheeks.

“i love when you cry for me” he says, “you have no idea how pretty you look when you do”

she could feel her cheeks heating up under his heavy gaze and when he added a second finger, she gripped his bicep.

his fingers were just so perfect and long, reaching all the right places inside her that she couldn’t on her own and now that she’d had him, nothing seemed to satisfy her the way he did.

“so beautiful” he sighs, “all mine”


“yes” she moans, nodding her head eagerly.

she was his and would always be.

#[ 🪼 ] xfg writes #reader insert #sebestian michaelis x reader #black butler sebastian #black butler smut #kuroshitsuji sebastian smut #kuroshitsuji sebastian #kuroshitsuji smut #black butler sebastian x reader #sebastian x reader

[bohnsky]

I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #japanese gp 2023 #sebastian vettel #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #lance stroll #lando norris #oscar piastri #valtteri bottas #max verstappen #hulknussen #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #liam lawson #george russell

[liesmyth]

I'm nearly done with ACOWAR and like. I'm trying to care about Cassian and Nesta but honestly my most recurring Nesta ship thought is Nesta/Elain.

NESTA/ELAIN I love your brain so much! unfortunately I'm cold to negative on Cassian/Nesta, mostly because I think that Nesta is way too cool for the story SJM stuck her in, and everyone she interacts with does her dirty, and the romance is shoehorned... I'm a hater. Rescue my girl from that book and take her to warrior lesbians island

also this ask made me go look for all my goodreads updates while I was reading the Nesta book (court of silver flames) and here's all of them in order. I really was in the trenches. I remember I finished it & immediately went to look for fic and I found @flowerflamestars's ao3

July 8, 2022 - 1.0%

I must confess I have finished 3 of these books now and I still have no idea of what that Cauldron even IS. A real physical object, a metaphor for creation, a pocket alternate dimension, a TARDIS? Who knows bc I sure don't

July 8, 2022 - 5.0%

July 10, 2022 – 15.0%

Look, I love Nesta. I came into this book Very excited and all primed to have a good time, hyped up and ready to go!!

and then 3 chapters in I remembered that I don't really trust Sarah with the characters I like so picture me reading this book like a kid peeking through their fingers watching a scary movie, nervous af but needing TO KNOW

July 11, 2022 – 20.0%

I desperately want to like this more but STAPH @ all this bloated political drama about people I don't care about

gimme more Nesta or give me death

FINALLY things are happening that I care about

July 11, 2022 – 27.0%

Cassian saying "core" and meaning "abs" vs. Nesta hearing "core" and thinking about romance smut is exactly what goes through my head every time I listen to these audiobooks while working out

July 12, 2022 – 30.0%

everytime rhys gets mentioned in this book i roll my eyes the same way nesta does

July 12, 2022 – 32.0%

July 13, 2022 – 46.0%

Sabrina was so right about Amren and I hate it

(Sabrina being my friend who said to me early on: you won't like Amren's arc in this book)

Cassian sexing up (?) Nesta to bring her out of her trance, in front of all his friends whom Nesta doesn't like very much, is... aggressively Not my kink, wow

July 14, 2022 – 54.0%

I just think Nesta is really neat

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

getting pretty tired of rhys & co arbitrarily deciding is cool to keep potentially life-threatening information from the women in their lives

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

Rhys: she could literally die but let's not tell her FOR HER OWN GOOD

everyone else: you're such a good boss. saviour of everything. guiding light of this circle. sure let's do that!

July 14, 2022 – 61.0%

"Amren: dictatorship is sexy actually" — WTF is going on with everyone's characterization in this book?

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

anyway, like. i'm sure as hell not reading this smutty supernatural fantasy romance with my critical brain turned on, but the way this book keeps trying to Make A Point about Trauma and Misogyny and Feminist Empowerment while being riddled with misogynistic implications is sure fascinating to behold. sarah janet. honey. have some self awareness i'm begging you

July 15, 2022 – 65.0%

Literally Rhys: Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the very real risk to her actual life, how absolutely dare, I'm scary murderous and I want her gone before I fucking kill her

All those absolute tools: This seems like a totally normal reaction to have! Rhys should be highest king, what a great dude

Me: actually do get Nesta out of the city she deserves better

July 15, 2022 – 66.0%

ok but seriously why is this book trying to make it seem like making someone aware of a potentially life-threatening medical condition is "an unforgivable thing". why sarah. why

July 16, 2022 – 78.0%

Death Queen Nesta is just really hot, methinks

July 16, 2022 – 80.0%

I unapologetically AM very, very into Eris/Nesta, actually

July 18, 2022 – 80.0%

“I want to take that road.” Her voice thickened. “I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two.” — AWWW GWYN!!!!! 😍😭❤️"

July 19, 2022 – 98.0%

this is so predictable and underwhelming :))

#gloriadenton #ask #acotar #book talk

[nightfallsolace]

Hello, could I request a headcanon list for either Joseph or Luca? (if it's ok can you do both please?) with a chaotic S/o? thank you!!

OMG OMG OMG YES-- Finally, I have a request. Truthfully, I was already writing the request bUt nO crome decided to be an asshole and close one me, BUT YES I can and will do both <33 I'm making the s/o gender-neutral since there was no specified gender, Warning!! Cursing

Joseph Desaulnier and Luca Balsa with a gn! chaotic s/o joseph Desaulnier

-With chaos, there must be speed, I mean, how are you supposed to create chaos if you're slow?

-So Joseph had a pretty rough time catching you at first

-Truthfully, he found you annoying at first

-Poor peepaw got subjected to your pranks as well

-S/o would be constantly bugging and stealing joseph's food

Joseph: "Y/n, did you eat my cream puffs??"

Y/n: *mouth full of food* "No..."

Joseph: "Then what's that on your shirt?"

Y/n: "That's whipped cocaine--"

-Had been very irritable for a month due to your shenanigans

-Welp, he’s had decided that he hates you, (actually no, that's a lie, he’s just very irritated,)

-He started ignoring you, which actually made you guilty of the thing you did,

-you started trying absolutely EVERYTHING to get his attention and to get him to forgive you, 

-He would wake up everyday for 3 months to find random things and food on his front door, and apology letters slipped under his door

-Joseph ignored it for the first few weeks, throwing away the letters and items, and giving away the food that had been placed on the doorstep, but eventually gave in

-He found himself smiling every time a letter had been slipped under his door, and he had started to collect the trinkets he had been receiving and eating the food that had been placed every now and then

-He started slowly noticing you again, which made you pretty happy

-Joseph realized that aside from the all the chaos and pain you inflict, you could also be a source of solace

-Whenever he would lose a match, or had a problem, he could just storm into your room and rant for hours and you would just sit and listen. Either giving really good advice or something related to fire,

Joseph: *rants in French*

Y/n: “Mhm, uh huh, ok, so I have a solution,”

Joseph: ”Thank goodness,”

Y/n: “It involves fire”

Joseph: “Absolutely not”

-He slowly fell for your child-like charm, despite him stating he very much “hated” you.

--The confession

Joseph: “Have you ever liked someone, but you were to afraid to tell them?”

Y/n: “oh yeah, why?”

*silence*

Mary: *face palms* JUST KISS ALREADY I AM S I C K OF WATCHING THE TWO OF YOU IN THIS PITIFUL STATE

Joseph and y/n: *blushing furiously*

Luca Balsa

-Literally both of you head-slamed into each other, the first time you met. and it just went like

Luca: ouch!-

Y/n: OH FUCK-- sorry- *runs away*

Luca: wha-

Y/n: I LIKE YOUR OUTFIT BTW ITS BADASS!!

Luca: oh damn, they cool

- Met again, in the halls of the manor when Luca was testing out his new machinery, which you had complimented, plus points to you from luc

-Ya’ll became good friends after that,

-he would help you with whatever pranks you want to do and in exchange you would help him with his inventions

-encourages your shenanigans, and often gets involves in them to,

-pranks the hunters during matches

-sometimes the other survivors to

-YOU CANNOT IN ANYWAY UNCONVINCE ME THAT LUCA DOES NOT OWN A RAT >:((

-you found out about his pet rat and decided to adopt one from the cellar to

-Rat Buddies <33

-”Platonic flirting”

Luca: “Did it hurt?”

y/n: “what do you mean?”

Luca: “when you fell from heaven”

y/n: “no, but I scraped my knees crawling out of hell”

Luca: “you are literally so cool”

Y/n: bro...

Luca: bro..

-Both oblivious to each others feelings, LIKE JUST DATE ALREADY?!

-Confession probably went like, “you bro I think we’re in love” “holy shit I think we are”

#joseph desaulnier x reader #x reader #joseph desaulnier #identity v #identity v x reader #idv x gn reader #luca balsa #luca balsa x reader #idv joseph x reader #idv luca x reader #headcanon #identity v headcanons #idv photographer #idv photographer x reader #idv prisoner #idv prisoner x reader #idv hcs #chaotic s/o

[laguezze]

P A C

Messages from the one you're thinking of.

DISCLAIMER: This could be an ex, a friend, a family member, a current or future lover. Whoever popped into your mind is probably them.

⚠️ WARNING

It's blunt

It's honest

It's me 💅

Some of y'all getting hurt today, just saying.

Also, tarot is not final and this is a group reading so some things are meant for you, others aren't. Take what resonates.

Take a deep breath

You've been waiting for this person to come up and say something. You wanna know what's going on in their mind, what they truly want to say.

You know who I'm talking about.

PILES

Pile I

Pile II

Pile III

Let's go!

PILE 1

"Oh, honey... You're just so naive. It's kinda funny. No, really. Come on! Don't stare at me like that! I'm not as bad as I act. You haven't uncovered the real me yet, even though I hope you never do, I know that soon you will. Merciless? Maybe. Only sometimes. I know you must be thinking I am a bad person. What if I am? Is that so disappointing? Is that so surprising to you? Damn, you really are naive, I'm kinda feeling bad now. Anyways, please stop it. Stop it while you can. You know what I'm talking about.

With love (maybe), ________"

I heard the names Jonathan, Bruce, Andrea, Iria, Peggy, Linda, Samuel.

Numbers that popped up: 22, 7, 3, 66

Good luck to this pile, this person seems confused and twisted, not a good person but also not a bad person. They've been through a lot.

PILE 2

Hi,

I don't know how to tell you this but I just wanna be your friend. I really enjoy your company. I love your body. I just love everything about you. However, I think friendship is the goal. I mean, you're truly special, you know? Anyways, let's go play that sport you love so much sometime. Really!

I know you don't look at me often and i wonder why. I also know that your friend is a snake. I'm sorry, they just are. Please don't go like everyone else. Just stay and be my friend. Is that so hard to do?"

Names that popped up: ARLENE, Teresa, Sunshine (not rlly a name but oh well), Lucas, Perez

Numbers that popped up: 11, 1

Seems like someone that either has a crush on you or you have a crush on them. One sided most likely. They seem like a very insecure person.

PILE 3

You're so funny 🤣🤣🤣

I have a very nice time with you, don't get me wrong, but we're not anything yet if you know what i mean.

I feel like you've misinterpreted my intentions, and for that I'm sorry but it's not like you ever asked!

Am I that good at it? Skdkjdkd sorry I know I shouldn't be joking in a time like this. Listen, it's my coping mechanism and I also want you to hate me so you don't hurt too much. I'm just not ready right now and you should respect that.

Names that popped up: Eliza, Terry, Taylor, Brianna, Miranda, Lucas (again???), Chad (skddkjdkdjsj help)

Numbers that popped up: 136, 105, 34, 4, 21

Oh a**hole vibes right here ew. Feels like someone you might have been talking to, dating casually, hooked up with, etc.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this PAC!!!

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[lucigoo]

Bagginshield-tober: Day 2 - Garden

Im a little behind, but nevermind, enjoy my Bagginsheild story based on the prompt Garden.

It is also avaliable on A03 here

Bilbo was fed up with his husband. Yes he understood his concerns, yes, he knew Thorin didn't like it when he was too far from the Mountain, yes, he would take his bodyguards Nockic and Avrala with him. No, he was not staying more than two nights and “Yes, will you back off Thorin as i am going to Dale! I'm going to check the harvest and make sure it's growing right. And I sure as Yavanna do not need permission thank you very much” Bilbo finally snapped. Feeling guilty when he saw the sheepish expression on Thorin’s face. Bilbo took a few deep breaths, walked closer so he could cup Thorin's cheeks in his small and nimble hands. “Thorin, love, I'm going to Dale, with two bodyguards, Ori, Dori and Bofur. I have to check the harvest Thorin or we will all go hungry. Besides, we talked about this. I'm a hobbit, there is nowhere green in the mountains. I need air and grass and living things. I love it here, i love you, but i am still a hobbit ok?” he asked genty. Thorin just let out a sigh, “Yes aznan, I understand. I didn't mean to make you feel like you can't go, i just …” Thorin trailed off, not looking Bilbo in the eyes, how did he explain what he was feeling. 

He didn't have to, his clever, loving hobbit did it for him. “You just don't like me far away, and I appreciate it. I don't like to be too far away either, but it will be winter soon, and I need to get as much sunlight as possible whilst I can Thorin. Maybe in a few years when things have settled we can make a garden in the Mountain, there must be somewhere.” Bilbo finished on a wistful sigh. 

Thorin said nothing and just pulled Bilbo into his arms and held him tight, relishing in the feel of him before he disappeared down to Dale for two long, lonely nights. 

~~~~<>~~~~

Bilbo sat on his pony, listening to Ori and Bofur talk about the new trade agreements as he watched the Lonely Mountain get closer and closer.. He was ready to be home, to have his dwarven heater cuddled up behind him as the nights got colder, to just breathe in all of Thorin. Bilbo hated how he had to do these trips every other month or so at least, but as a hobbit he couldn't survive in just stone the way his dwarves did. As it was he was already dreading the upcoming winter where the doors got shut and only opened for extreme circumstances. 

Bilbo thankfully had convinced Thorin to move into a room at the top of the Mountain with him, one of the very few with a window and a connected balcony. Not that the baloney had been very good or safe when he had last checked a few months ago. Hopefully, one day soon he could convince Thorin to allow him to turn it into something he could use to grow, no matter how small. 

Bilbo found himself whipped away as soon as he got into the Mountain, Thorin was nowhere in sight, and Balin had basically grabbed him, and marched him to his rooms. Bilbo looked at his travelling companions who looked as bemused as him but followed along behind him dutifully. 

Bilbo just scuttled along, almost running to keep up with Balin, who hasn't released his arm. Balin didn't slow until he reached Bilbo’s own chambers. 

As soon as he was free he stood as tall as possible and glared at his friend “WHat in Arda Balin? I know where my rooms are, did my idiot husband think 3 days out of the mountain and I'd forget, honestly” he ended with a tut. He'd barely made it into the mountain and he was already fed up with dwarves. His dwarves specifically.

“And you three, next time you need me to get you out of a pickle don't expect me to aid you” He added with a huff, glaring at them all. He pulled his waistcoat into position again, smoothed his cloak and opened his door Calling back “Where is my stonehead husband anyway? If he thought I was going to get lost he could have come for me himself.” he said, still annoyed. 

Bilbo stopped still when he heardThorin’s unamused cough. He turned his head  back around and smiled sheepishly at his dwarf King, standing there in nothing but a short sleeved tunic that really showed off those strong forearms. 

Bilbo realised he had been staring a little too much when Bofur “accidentally” nudged him in the back. “Ahem, yes, hello” he said, face bright red as he ignored the reason why the rest of The Company were in his rooms during his homecoming. 

He walked straight to Thorin and allowed himself to be wrapped up in those strong, safe arms. INhaling the scent of fire, iron and stone. A scent that would be strange for a hobbit to enjoy, but for Bilbo it was just pure Thorin and he had missed him so. 

“And i you ghivashel” he felt more than heard rumble under his ear, reeling he had said it out loud. 

Nilbo soon realised he would get no peace to snuggle his dwarf as the rest of their friends were whispering, loudly. Bilbo’s ears suddenly perked up as he pulled back from Thorin’s solid chest. “Garden, what garden?” he asked curiously. 

Thorin turned his glare at his friends before turning to bilbo with a besotted smile. “Close you eyes my huzn, I have a surprise. We have been working on it slowly for months in secret, but now it is complete, come.” he said, grasping Bilbo’s hand tight on his own as Kili covered Bilbo’s eyes as he “did not trust their burglar not to peep”.

Bilbo spluttered and made noise just to indulge him, It didn't hurt to indulge one of the lads every now and again, He allowed himself to be ushered outside into the fresh mountain air. He took a few deep breaths before suddenly stilling. His nose twitched. “Wait, Thorin, what can I smell, it's never smelt like this before. “ he said in shock.

Thorin chuckled in his ear and said “open your eyes mine huzn, look at your present.” 

Bilbo did and gasped, hands covering his mouth as his eyes involuntarily watered. It wasn't very big, most of the beds were not filled, but the ones that were. Bilbo couldn't believe it. 

He turned, throwing himself at Thorin and laughing as he kissed his whole face, revelling in the way Thorin held his hips tight in those bug road hands that could cut down orcs, create amazing weapons and apparently make a hobbit out of the Shire there very one garden on the side of a mountain Bilbo couldn't stop the tears as he nuzzled into Thorin who happily embraced him back. 

Bilbo had a sudden thought and pulled back, “Thorin, do you, I mean are you aware ….” he trailed off, unsure how to ask his question.

Thorin gave a small laugh. “Yes my beloved, I know the flowers have meanings, these were the only ones we could find that would grow that we could identify. I had no wish to say the wrong thing.” he said a little bashfully. 

Bilbo looked around and noticed that their friend had left at some point when he had been enfolded in Thorin’s arms. “You are aware that this is a giant declaration of love, yes?” he all but purred as he pressed closer to his husband. 

“I hope so, tell me if i'm wrong but the aster’s, bleeding hearts and lilac are declarations of love, the mountain pansy is a reflection of a humble hobbit being brave enough to follow an old dwarf across the world and become his consort, the sedum, phlox, columbine and begonia are all variations of unity, partnership and togetherness ans this one…” he trailed off as he moved further along into the garden, towing Bilbo behind him. 

“This one”  he said as he picked a small flower that had bloomed and placed it behind Bilbo’s ears, wiping the tears that were falling as he did so. “This yarrow stands for everlasting love, the way my heart is everlasting yours, until the end of Arda and the world is remade for the final battle and beyond that, my love for you will never waver.”

A sob left Bilbo’s throat as he lunged at Thorin grabbing him by his braids. Having their first passionate kiss under the soft mountain sunlight in his garden, a garden made with love like his father had made his mother. Bilbo had never been so sure he was where he was supposed to be more than in this moment. Wrapped up in his dwarf surrounded by a loud and brash declaration of everlasting fealty in hobbit custom. 

“I love you” he whispered into Thorin's mouth quietly, enjoying the thorough ravishing he received in return as his return declaration. 

#bagginshieldtober #bagginshield #husbands <3

[yiga-hellhole]

Twilight Forest, Twilight King part 3

Part 3 of my fic is now out!! once again i have no self control, and it's super long. about 9k words under the cut. you can find the ao3 mirror here!

and here are part 1 and part 2 !

this chapter briefly dives into zant's pov, looking at some of his dreams and memories. and after that, we got the LEGENDARY FILLER CHAPTER, where i do nothing but have these weird men CHAT AND KISS. also midna is there because i adore her, even if i hate hurting her. anyway, zant is scary and difficult to write. hope you enjoy!!!

There stood the bane of his existence. His foil. The dim glow of their sky, the perpetual haze seeping the horizon like rotting honey, deepening the shadows on her face. Midna, standing atop her balcony, one hand gently lain atop the balusters as though caressing it. She was adorned in her brand new veils and jewelries. Truly, she had the appearance of a queen, though such robes could make even a mutt look of noble blood. She looked down upon their courtyard, a gaze so affectionate. It couldn't fool him. Behind that royal love laid a petty sense of pride, self-satisfied in her accomplishment, her crushing of the competition. Zant knew, he knew, for he would have had the exact same look on his face. She mocked him, even when she presumed he wasn't around. Midna was the same as he!

Yet, yet. He must compose himself. He stumbled towards her, step by step, though his shambling gait made no noise. His feet didn't touch the ground.

“Allow me to congratulate you, Twilight Princess, with your ascension to the throne," Zant stated, bowing in feigned respect.

If she was startled, she masked it well. Midna turned to face him, pushing herself away from the balcony railing. “… Zant. What uncharacteristically high spirits you’re in.”

“Such a cold tone," Zant responded, tutting slightly. "Whatever happened between us, Dear Midna?”

She deigned to respond, but her eyes lingered on his shoulder guards. Never a man for the battlefield, he realized she must have never seen them before. Did they intimidate her? He hoped so. May she dwell on their implication through the entirety of this accursed encounter! 

After enough of her silence, he hummed, narrowing his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. I know, indeed. But that does not erase our history," he stated, stepping towards her. Her eyes darted down to the floor, before settling her glare back at his face. "Midna, tell me. Who was there for you, when your little friend from the Light World abandoned you, and your scrying mirror no longer responded to your call?" He took another step. "Who was there to dry your tears, to listen to you when the cold walls of our court proved too much to bear?”

Midna sighed, dismissing his words with a flick of her wrist before turning away from him, facing the view past her balcony. “Our past changes nothing about the rift you’ve wedged between us now, Zant. Why bring up this sentimental babbling now?”

In the blink of an eye, he was now right in front of her. “Because everything has changed, Midna.” 

The Twilight Princess flinched, quickly whipping her head to where he stood before. Only to find that, indeed, he had popped up before her with near supernatural speeds. No amount of forced elegance, of disdain, could hide her surprise! Her perturbation!

“Just yesterday, mere minutes after your coronation, I met with something truly spectacular," he stated with a giggle, bracing his knees to launch himself backward. His sleeves flapped and fluttered in his ascent, tassels jingling like wind chimes as he floated to where he stood before. Her eyes were glued to him in… Wariness? Dare he say, fear?

"I met God, face to face in all His glory, and he bestowed upon me something truly unimaginable. You can feel it too, can’t you?”

He stepped closer again. Still, he had little control over his movements. It was like he had grown too big for his own body, bursting from his skin, creaking his bones. It was like puppeteering his own body like a marionette with the strings entangled, dragging himself slumped across the ground. It was like sweet, liberating agony, a spider struggling wildly to break free from its molt. His joints twitched under the sheer electrifying magic as he raised his arms, basking in the surge of strength.

“The power. How it sings through my veins. Even now, it rings in my ears, clouds my vision. This delectable symphony of the arcane! Just listen.”

A droning hum. Like ink-black flames, licking at the air around him, shadow intersected with shadow at his feet. He bathed in the glory of his darkly divine aureole, undeniable as it was! Not even their ancestors’ magic could hope to live up to this overwhelming, euphoric feeling!

All Midna could do was stare, frowning at him with wide eyes, fingers tightly gripping the baluster behind her. What a sight! Such glory, to sweep her feet out from under her! Dared he kick her while she was down?

“I could change everything with this. We could," his voice quivered as he spoke, extending his hand to her. Was it… Always that color? This strange grey? His magic was changing even his body!

Just as he began to admire his new features, her very next words snapped him out of his second-long trance, forcing his gaze to her scowl. “You’ve gone mad.”

He threw his head back in laughter, ear-grating and brutal. "Then perhaps madness is the price I will have to pay for this blessing!"

Zant was getting carried away, and his situation was dire. The royal family only continued to tolerate his presence in the Palace through his extended position as a servant. And the grains in his hourglass were rapidly running out; her gaze turned to the doorway, and she was about to call for whatever guard patrolled the halls. He needed to occupy her attention again before he could. 

Almost amicably, he lowered his arms again, palms upturned in submission. “I have a proposition for you, Midna. A final offer of reason," he smiled, and she, for just a second, exhaled audibly, sighing off her tension. He did not allow for relief for long. "Marry me.”

Immediately, Midna’s face turned from an unsettled frown to a full-blown grimace of disgust, “What!?” she snapped, fully backing up against the balcony railing. Oh, how he delighted in pushing her around. But not like this. Even he was not such a brute.

He shook his head. “Let me be clear. You hold no affection for me, and neither do I you. But think of the lengths we’ll go, Midna,” he raved on, swept away by the splendor of his own schemes. “With the love you’ve won of our people, and our combined power, we have a chance of finally retaliating against the Hylians-“

But Midna interrupted him harshly, her incredulity managing to rip her free of her fearful paralysis. “Again with this nonsense! Zant, when will you understand?” she hissed, fists balled at her sides. Such an infantile posture, not changed even a bit from when they were children!

“The Twilight Kingdom doesn’t want war with Hyrule. It is nothing other than your own selfish ambitions!”

“Selfish!?" He shouted, pupils narrowing and drool trailing between his teeth. "You call me selfish? Look around you, Midna,” he gestured to the city she so fondly looked to earlier. Amid his bubbling hatred, the true, despicable nature of their rotten home became ever clearer. All a sickly beige, stretching out into the horizon, interrupted only by blackening and withering shrubbery. Even the sky itself was ill, stuck in the same perpetual dim orange, shedding neither light nor darkness on the lands below. Day in, day out, if such a concept even existed! Their world was like a decaying beast that had forgotten to die. They were living like maggots inside a corpse! And she had resigned to it, dooming them to this fate!

This sobering realization brought him back to his usual calmness. He simply had to convince her. “Behold the wasteland in which they’ve cursed us to live. Our Sols — the lifeblood of our world, poisoned by the scum they’ve sullied us with. Thieves, outlaws, murderers pepper our landscape like rats scurrying in the sewers. Perhaps we can live like this a little longer, but we will never thrive,” he snided, eyes narrowing as he straightened his posture again, looking down at her with as much poise as he could muster.

Instead of listening to him, she simply laughed. As she always did! “Pfah! Listen to yourself! We go to war, and we die!”

But his resolve would endure. “Then that brings us to two options. We can die in conquest, or we can slowly wither away, doomed to an agonizingly slow death under your hideous, neglectful leadership!”

“That’s enough! I’ll no longer tolerate this madness,” she spat, a firm gesture of her hand cutting his words short, like a knife through thread. “All of this disrespect, and you still dare to ask for my hand in marriage!? I reject your proposition, now, and forever! Now get out of my sight. That is my order, as your Queen!”

Zant stood in silence, but not in surprise. The truth was, he never did expect his reasoning to land with her. After all these years of mockery and social exile, any attempt to converse with her was a shot in the dark. Perhaps there was a slim chance she could have said yes, and he would have been more than happy with such a strategic position, even if he had to share it with someone he so despised. 

“… Very well,” he nodded, and with a resounding clunk, the mechanical whirring of his shoulder guards assembled his helmet over his face, gazing down at her in menacing opulence. Slowly he stepped towards her, as she raised her hands almost feebly, trying to keep him at a distance.

The truth was, he just wanted to see if he could scare her before he got her out of the way.

With a single swipe of his hand, Midna was sent flying to the ground. There was no other choice. He was dead set on the throne. Zant had to take over. He was the only one who could! The only one with the ambition to rip their people from this dying world! His reasoning was impeccable. He had to. He could not sit idle and wait for someone else to do it, and now, he had all the power to take not only this crown, but the ones in worlds beyond! The Fused Shadows, laughable as they may have been in comparison to his magic, now in Midna’s possession, had to be done away with. And their owner with them! Such distractions would not be tolerated! 

He had to. He had to! He must! 

Though, it would be boring to kill her. Perhaps too cruel. His loyalty he may have abandoned, but his soul, he did not!

So instead, he found an alternative. Before his very eyes, Midna began to change. But her transformation was not painful. It was instant, like blowing the dust off an old book, only to find it drastically changed underneath. Within the blink of an eye, gone was the beautiful Princess of Twilight. On the ground lay nothing but a small, insignificant creature.

Zant stood petrified, in shock of his own power. All he did was rid her of her abilities, wedge a shard of his grudge where she could not reach it. And it had turned her into the pathetic semblance of a child. Not a trace was left of her beauty, her cunning, her graceful form, demanding of awe and respect. As if they’d never even existed. Was this what happened to their kind, if drained from the magic of their noble bloodline?

It was terrifying. It was astounding. It was magnificent. 

She began to come to, slowly rising from the ground, only to find her body worked far differently than it should. She stared in horror at her pitiful, tiny little hands, and whipped her head around to face him.

“What have you done to me..?” she whimpered, her voice shaking.

A twisted grin began to stretch across his face.

“What have you done to me!?” she now shouted, pupils small as birdseed. Zant simply laughed.

This was sweeter than any victory. No attempt on her life could have produced a more satisfactory result. Not pushing her off the balcony, watching her plummet down into the abyss, smacking down on the bricks and splattering like an egg. Not wrapping his fingers around her throat and squeezing, until the lack of breath made her skin thrice as blue as usual. Not slashing her throat and watching her drown in a pool of her own crimson.

No, here she was, perfectly alive, and whimpering at his feet. He had kicked her while she was down and ground her to the floor with his heel like the stray ashes from a pipe. Zant rapidly came to find he much preferred this dynamic. Such colorful humiliation! Perhaps it would compare to all those years she spent shattering his esteem! 

“Run, little imp! Run,” he bellowed as she scrambled to her feet, stumbling down the stairs of her balcony. As if his goading alone could knock the disgraced royal off balance. “Your cowardice will be remembered, Twilight Princess!” 

As she left his gaze, he panted in exertion. Ridding such a powerful mage of her powers proved to be an incredibly taxing ordeal. He had to recover, and he had to do it quickly, he thought, slowly turning back to the castle. The throne now stood empty, abandoned by its ruler. It was his for the taking.

The rest of his trek through the palace was a haze. 

Black. 

Deep, rich, black, clouding his gaze like a lace blindfold, holding him so tenderly in its embrace as it coaxed him into abhorrent violence. He recalled shouting, frantic tugs at his sleeves as the palatial staff attempted to put an end to his advance, but to no avail. With nothing but his gaze and the flick of his hands, stone carvings appeared from thin air, melting themselves against the faces of struggling Twili. Flesh torn and crumpled, bones twisted and cracked, twisting into abominable shapes, punishment and degradation into his servitude. No longer would he be bossed around by these people. 

It was his turn for dominion. 

He drowned in the sensations of his golden slippers against the stone floors, each echoing clack sending shivers of delight up his spine. His feet dragged him striding forward, stalwart to nothing but his own cause. At last, his dream was in reach before him, his so-deserved title. As he stood in the gateway of that glorious throne room, it was as if it had been his first time setting foot inside it. That once so dreary room, a source of envy and disdain, was now bathed in a glory he could never have fathomed.

And as he turned and sat, the sound of a thousand trumpets sounded in his ears. All blaring in deranged joy, so deafening his vision blurred. A perfect, bloodless usurpation, with kneeling servants where their mangled bodies should be at the foot of his throne. And he could do nothing but cry. Weep and scream at the overwhelming sensation of relief and exemplar. Hot, fat drops of tears hurried their way down his cheeks, but as the first of them dropped their way past his gaping lips, he found they tasted remarkably metallic.

———

Zant awakened. 

A dream. 

A memory? The line was blurry these days, yet he was confident in this one’s authenticity. Ever since his God had blessed him with his divine power, his mind had changed. Elusive like glass windows shattering to dust under a hurricane. Cracked, like floating ice caps, drifting and wobbling under the motion of the water beneath. Those closest to him were, though unstable, easy enough to reach. The further away he went, however, it required increasingly arduous jumps, sending him plummeting into the mind-numbing, freezing abyss between, only to find upon clawing his way out of it, the slab of ice had irrevocably changed.

This one, however, was always within reach. Fresh. This particular memory had its very own bridge, its foundations hammered with jagged nails into his very psyche.

He found every time he reached it, it evoked an intense emotion in his sleeping mind. Today was no different. He seemed to have bitten his tongue. A slight grimace folded his face. Rolling the bleeding appendage around in his mouth, he rubbed its injured edge against the roof of his mouth. Fed up plenty with his other injuries, he decided this one would heal on its own, as it usually did. 

He slowly rose, dismissing the drapes of his light blankets. The thing was hardly necessary in such a sweltering environment, much less with the pillowy layers of his night robes, but he found he enjoyed its pressure as he slept. Comforting, reassuring, lulling him into the embrace of abyssal sleep. Immediately upon moving his coverings, his body greeted him good morning with the hellish pains glowing through his arms and chest. They made the groggy, hungover ache in his head nigh forgettable in comparison.

Zant mildly cursed himself for having found it a good idea to get drunk the very evening after a grievous battle. That Midna, that princess, that wretched woman that undid all his hard work while letting some boy do most of it for her. That repulsive, smug little face, the way she looked at him as if he were lesser than the dirt under her impish feet. How he longed to tell her the feeling was much reciprocated! But alas, either she would never let him finish speaking, or she would simply ignore him, brushing his words off like he was void before her. It was such a compelling urge to grab her by the shoulders, screaming every word that stabbed into his heart in her face, until his undying rage and animosity were the only things her feeble mind had the space for.

The fabric of his sleeves bunched his grip as he hugged himself tightly, gnashing his teeth and digging his nails into his skin. She was detestable. Midna would never understand his grief, his fury. Even though he had conveyed it to her, 

over, 

and over. 

Only to have his pleas ignored, deemed selfish, deemed insane. Overwhelming, red-hot, vindictive rage bubbled up from his toes to the bulging veins in his neck, but fizzled as the bruising squeeze of his fingers in his already battered arms pulled him back to his senses. 

Hot, glowing pain. 

A reminder, yet a damper on his motivation. The crown jewel of his loss. 

His manic whimpering turned to heaving, forcibly slowed breaths. Yes, he realized it. As satisfying as it would be to pour his heart out to her, it would hardly have the effect he’d wished for. He hung his head with a sob.

Those injuries. That woman, that blasted woman, had injured him so deeply. In front of his closest comrade, no less! His fingers shook as he tried to lift his hands past the agony in his forearms.

Muscles straining, tendons flexing, and skin tugging around the holes bored into the now absent flesh by her spectral familiars. Wolves. The so-called manifestations of heroes. A ridiculous notion! How egotistical! He almost had to laugh, if it didn’t hurt so terribly. He wheezed, his ribs aching with every breath taken too deep. 

Ragged. 

Pathetic. 

Dispelling her magic from his body was easy enough, but his body now bore the aftermath of the sheer force of the cannonball she’d blasted straight into him. To his dismay, he realized it was likely time to change those bandages. 

Carefully, he unwrapped himself. He was greeted by a purple bruise underneath the black membrane over his arms, radiating from the bite marks like a smoldering crater. An amber-colored ooze was smeared on it, caking to his puncture wounds. His injuries were healing, but not as quickly as he would like them to. Still, he was given strict orders by incredibly stern-sounding poes not to touch them, and as any wise man he was hesitant to argue with the dead. His magic could easily cure the worst of it, but he knew that he was best left sparing as much energy as he could. A treatment of fresh bandages would have to do, to draw the ‘ichor’ out, as they had so pleasantly called it. He idly washed his arms with the water stood at his bedside, tipping the contents of a ceramic jug into a tub and soaking some rags in. His chest was next. He carefully peeled back the countless layers of his robes, bunching them over his shoulders, to reveal his black and white form below. These wounds were the least severe, nothing but bruises, though it had been a miracle that Midna didn’t crack a rib or two. The marks on his breast were green and yellow, speckled with sickly purples, skin broken here and there from the sheer friction of the arcane ball that had struck him. Winding the bandage around himself proved to be the most difficult task. The pain of moving his body so dexterously screamed in his joints, as if knives had been buried under his skin, poking and slicing him from the inside as he moved. 

All that, and he had another briefing in mere hours. What a magnificent situation to be in.

Still, he got himself sufficiently cleaned. He idly wondered what time it must be; the staff below was oddly quiet, and men were not yet out in the training field for their usual spar. With a bit of a pleasant smile, he realized he had, for a change, awoken quite early, and had all the time in the world until he was called for. He knew exactly what to do with this time. Grogginess be damned.

———

It was the next morning, and Zant, his co-lieutenant, was unfashionably late to rise. Ghirahim had spent the last stretch of the night quite leisurely, repairing the damages to his sword that had been inflicted that afternoon. Despite the strenuous labor that went into it, it nourished him, refreshing both mind and body as he polished part of his soul back to a presentable state. Kinks and fractures were beaten and smoothened back to their original state, and finally, he felt whole again. Though the weirdly nauseating buzz of twilight magic was still lingering in his core, he was essentially once again fit as a fiddle. By all means, he could return to the battlefield in the next hour if he must. 

His companion was not so fortunate. Zant, though having attained arcane mastery, was still a being of flesh and blood. He presumed it would take days before he fully recovered from his injuries, even with the assistance of the Poes’ magical healing. The Twili was a secretive creature, he came to find. As such, he wasn’t able to assess the state of his injuries. Still, the limp in his step and his sluggish movement from the night before surely weren’t from the drink alone. Ghirahim could hazard a guess. 

And now, with the last time that he saw him tickling freshly in his mind, he once again felt a pang of concern. After all the battles they had won before, were these nudges going to do him in? It was unbelievable. He should have been alerted by the moan and groan of that whining creature, nagging about the ache in his ravaged arms, hours ago. His room was across the hall, after all. Instead, there was a perfect silence, all the while the sun peeked past the horizon and the first of the staff busied themselves with their livestock and caring for the injured. There were mouths to be fed and graves to be dug, and depending on the state of it, his neighbor across the hallway would be the recipient of at least one of those services.

He shook his head. What ridiculous things to worry about! Zant was their lieutenant and should be the absolute top priority of their medics. Certainly, he had been assessed already, and if anything had happened, Ghirahim would be the first to hear about it. Certainly.

He still found himself standing in front of the Shadow King’s door. How infuriating! After the invigorating battle and intriguing night they shared yesterday, not even a peep had come from his fellow commander. It was preposterous. Didn't they begin to share a bond? He tapped his foot, half in impatience and half as a nervous tic, scrunching his nose as he pondered. It gradually began to annoy him that the longer he stood there, nothing but silence came from Zant’s sleeping quarters. Even though it was entirely unrealistic to expect him to be aware he was out there, he still felt like somehow, the mad wizard should be. Oh! He was getting so irritatingly angry with him. Ghirahim decided he no longer had the privilege of being warned to protect his privacy and opted to instead teleport right to the other side of the door.

He expected to find him asleep but instead encountered a figure sitting at a desk next to the door in dim candlelight, studiously engrossed in the task of combing through a daunting stack of books. Said figure clearly noticed him, as he could tell from the startled screech that rang from him.

“Ghirahim!” Zant shrieked, “have you no sense of decorum!? What business do you have in my quarters, unannounced like this!?” He clutched and covered his body with his arms as though he had been spotted nude, despite the flowing flax robe that covered him almost completely. 

Ghirahim knit his brows, rolling his eyes. “Oh, please. Is that how you greet your fellow lieutenant, who so graciously took it upon himself to check in on you? Frankly, I expected you to be sleeping.”

Zant responded with a scowl, hugging himself as he shrunk into his seat with a hunch. “I refuse to accept such excuses. You are not to enter my room without my duly consent!” He huffed, averting his gaze from him with great effort, as though fearing Ghirahim would harm him if he took his eyes off of him. “Moreover, I am not properly dressed! I do not wish to appear before you so indecently, at this time of day.”

Ghirahim hummed puzzledly, examining Zant head to toe. He didn’t understand what the fuss was about whatsoever. The Shadow King, though not as particularly accessorized as usual, was perfectly concealed by what appeared to be several layers of robes. The only skin he could see was that of his hands, his neck, and his face. Otherwise, his usual bell-like silhouette was perfectly intact. Clearly uncomfortable with being browsed so thoroughly, Zant turned his body away from him with a fluster. It was an amusing sight, to see him act so prudishly. “I assure you, Zant, you are as thoroughly covered as you usually are.” He stepped toward the desk, his eyes scanning through the items strewn atop it. Picking up a small glass vial with some form of long-dead, yet still glittering insect inside it, he examined it idly as his companion could do nothing but sputter. “How are your injuries?” Ghirahim inquired, too focused on Zant’s odd little collection to meet his eye.

Zant stammered and fumed, visibly restraining a yelling fit. A rare display of constraint came to him, it seemed, as he sighed out in frustration, stiffly pressing his back to his chair. “I am finding it a bit difficult to move, though my wounds have been treated well, and are at no risk of infection. I need only worry for their persistent ache to pass.” 

Ghirahim nodded, turning to face him again, but Zant quickly looked away from him. Equally annoyed and endeared by this shyness, he smirked. “That is fortunate enough news, I suppose. Will you be attending our briefing?”

Patience was wearing thin. Zant dawdled for a moment, huffing and tapping his fingers on the arms he still clutched himself with. Finally, with a determined sigh, he looked at him again, a stern frown crinkling his brow. “Ghirahim, I will be more than happy to mingle with you after I’m dressed, but for the time being, I must request you to leave!”

Ghirahim scoffed. What bond was supposed to develop between warriors, or potential lovers, even, who could not even stand to have the other witness his bare form? That being said, they were both fully clothed! Imagine the tantrum he would have thrown if it were any more drastic a situation! Before he could utter even another word, a hand smacked itself on his forearm, and before he knew it, he was teleported right outside Zant’s door. He let out an affronted cry, sputtering as he turned to the closed door now in front of him. Unbelievable! He had half a mind to simply walk off and ignore the man for the entire rest of the day, but he soon realized that he was still holding one of Zant’s field samples. With a frustrated sigh, he realized he would have to return to him at some point and give this strange bug back to him. He was not quite so petty as to break his things in indignation… Yet. For now, he returned to his room, opting to wait out however long it took for Zant to slip in and out of his copious amounts of clothing. Walking down the hall, vial in hand, it now occurred to Ghirahim that maintaining partnerships was an incredibly tedious affair… But at least not a boring one, by any means. He ought to not allow that lunatic to keep him too much on his toes.

As it turned out, that lunatic was really keeping him on his toes. It must have been half an hour later, by now at least seven in the morning, and Zant had not yet called for him. Knowing now that the man was in stable condition, he no longer had to worry about anything too awful happening in his absence, so he felt it well within his right to once again become irritated. To keep someone like him waiting! Had Zant already forgotten? Or was he so fed up with him he no longer felt the need to invite him? Both options were completely unacceptable. Lounging on the bed that was set up for him, but was hardly used, he began to pout and fidget at the transgressions committed against him. A Lord such as he was too important to be cast aside! 

As he sat there fuming, the air got thicker and thicker with his own annoyance. With a flip of his hair and a frustrated grunt, he teleported himself to the nearest window and dramatically threw open the shutters to alleviate the sheer miasma accumulating in his little hidey-hole. He slumped against the windowsill with a sigh, gazing out over the dry mountain valley beyond. The slowly rising sun on the other side of the complex bathed the dry, sandy landscape in gold. A fine commemoration of their battle, as though the universe congratulated them with riches. Still, Ghirahim's mood was as dark and brooding as the tall shadow that stretched out into the distance, cast by the very building he stood in.

Loneliness. That's what he felt, and what he thought he frequently felt in the past, but never truly noticed until he had built a budding friendship with Zant. And now that he was denied this companionship, he found it stung far more than before. Such mopiness was unbecoming of him! He knew rage, he knew agony, and he knew what to do to those that burdened him with such feelings. But he didn't know such petty and persistent feelings like these naggy ones. Any proper response to this small, juvenile thing was unfathomable. 

It was a little cold out, so early and before the sun had fully risen, and the cool breeze tickled the short hairs at the base of his side shave The sudden sensation forced him to retract from his thoughts. Nigh sparkling air, scattered with dew, broke the barrier between his slightly stuffy room and the fresh chill of the world beyond, wind billowing the various drapes and fabrics that lined his walls and shelves. There was something pleasant about it; perhaps he could take a walk. 

Or, alternatively, he could use his slightly refreshed state to stomp over to Zant’s room and give him an earful.

He ended up doing the latter.

Ghirahim stood in front of Zant’s door for the second time this morning, resisting the urge to blink himself straight to the other side of it again. Still, he was hesitant. After the extreme reaction from earlier, he thought that he might get more merit out of their interaction when acting a touch more amicably. So instead, he opted for a firm, rapid knock. Though not instant, indeed, the scrape of a chair and a shambling footfall sounded from behind the door. About time!

“Ah, Ghirahim,” Zant exclaimed upon opening the door. “I had been waiting. Please, do come in.” He took a slight step back, gesturing with his sleeve to the room behind him in slight genuflection. Ghirahim returned the gesture with his own curt greeting but did not step through his doorway quite yet. He gave him a bit of a look up-and-down, quietly noting his appearance. Zant was dressed in his usual garb, though he had foregone both his balaclava and his red banner. Perhaps this was the man’s idea of ‘casual dress’. It appeared that his host took notice of his hesitation, as he began to slightly stammer. For just a moment, Zant looked rather bashful. “Right, ah — I must apologize for my earlier behavior. I have been a bit irritable this morning, and you startled me amidst my focus. I was fearing I may have affronted you, but from your return, I assume I have not angered you too terribly..?”

Again, Ghirahim was completely mystified by the man’s mannerisms. He did not expect to find such decency in a man who would start screaming and flailing every time he was mildly inconvenienced. Well, he supposed it was about time to leave that single-faceted view of him behind, by now. Zant had proven himself to be a complex character with many different faces, but he continued to find great difficulty in predicting which mask he would be met with every time he approached him. Even so, an apology..? This one was new. His pride stung, but he realized that it would likely reflect poorly on him if he were to reject him. After staring at him with raised brows for a couple of seconds, he sighed, running a hand through his bangs to press it to his forehead. “Ah, well… I suppose I was careless in my treatment of you, myself. Let us agree to let bygones be bygones, yes?”

A bit of a smile stretched across Zant’s lips. “Yes, that seems agreeable,” he nodded, taking another step back to allow Ghirahim entry. He found himself so jarred, the urge to berate him for his earlier insults suddenly left him. Instead, he decided he could retaliate by being a completely nosey busybody. Which, fortunately, circumstances allowed. Now that the room was a little more well-lit, he could have more of a proper look-around. Zant’s quarters were shockingly well-furnished for a military camp. There stood a bed in the corner between the two tightly locked windows, where a light blanket was neatly tucked into the edges of the wooden bed frame. Several chests and a closet lined the wall toward the left side of the room, where his various pieces of equipment had been displayed. It was a little unsettling to witness that helmet ‘airing out’ without being attached to Zant’s body. He felt oddly watched.

By far the most eye-catching part of the room was his desk area. It was strewn with books, papers, and samples, with a repurposed medicine cabinet placed upon it, and a small, two-story bookcase next to it. Whatever he was doing, he seemed to be quite busy with it. How strange it was, to see this man — the arguably less… Refined, of the two — reside in such a personable room. Certainly, it was a work in progress, but after a single day, it already looked lived in. Ghirahim’s own was incredibly bare in comparison. He was almost getting a little embarrassed. 

Zant idly followed him, passing by him to sit back down at his desk. Ghirahim joined him, standing at its edge. “Right, I was still holding onto this, somehow,” he pondered out loud, holding out the vial with the beetle inside. “Here you are.”

A gangly gray hand reached out to his hand, brushing fingers against his gloves as he took the specimen from him with a smile. “Ah, yes. That was my incentive for you to return. Thank you for indulging me,” he snickered, before groaning slightly as he opened his cabinet and placed the vial in an empty slot. Presumably, his injuries still bothered him. Ghirahim shook his head a little, smiling incredulously. He couldn’t believe Zant thought so strategically about these kinds of things, but in hindsight, he probably should have. His eyes strayed from his companion, scouting the top of the desk again. He had two volumes open, one in Hylian script, yet the other bearing scribbles and abstract sketches he could not conceive. A strange, stiff quill stood stabbed into an ink pillow, next to a sheet of paper that Zant must have been writing on. Whether this too was an alien script, or his handwriting was just indecipherable he genuinely couldn’t tell. 

His curiosity got the better of him. “You seem awfully busy. What have you been working on, so early after daybreak?”

“Ah, this,” he responded, rifling through his belongings in an attempt to tidy them, “is somewhat of a… Study, I’m working on.”

Ghirahim hummed and raised his brow, prompting him to continue. “I have browsed through a variety of subjects, like some personal favorites of mine I’ve managed to bring from home. Though, lately, I’ve been taking a bit of a novice interest in Hyrulean political history, as well,” he stated, bending back to squint thoughtfully at his bookcase. “Right now, I’m focused on comparing various bestiaries of the locale. They've proven to be quite dense."

“Oh, yes. A real assortment,” Ghirahim drawled, half-seating himself on the space that was now cleared out on the edge of the desk. “Is that why you’ve been dragging me along on little hikes all this time?” He recalled now the various times Zant would bend down to scoop sprigs of vegetation or insects into vials and jars, thinking of it as nothing but an odd quirk until now. The man wasn't simply strange, he was an academic. A wizened eccentric. It almost made him more intimidating.

The question interrupted Zant's train of thought, and his attention was dragged away from his work. Instead, he looked up at Ghirahim, a touch flustered. “Well, yes, though… I’ve also grown to enjoy your company, over time.”

Ghirahim smiled at him in return, daintily clasping his hands together at his knees. “Certainly I don’t blame you. I, myself, find myself pleasantly surprised by your interests. You do not hesitate to burn the entire province down, and yet here you are, writing down everything you can before you turn it to ashes. You’re an amusing man, Zant.”

Zant laughed heartily, baring his teeth and wrinkling his eyes. “Well! It is only a little pet project of mine,” Zant prattled on pleasantly. “The biodiversity of Hyrule is truly staggering. The Twilight Realm was far more restrictive in species richness, especially in the area my House reigned from. As you said, indeed, I would very much like to at least document as much of it as I can before our forces repurpose the landscape.” Ghirahim stood in bewilderment as the man continued to rant. “Simply compare the volume of these tomes, for example,” he stated, smacking his hand down on the stack next to him. “This one,” he wiggled a graceful black tome with a pressure-carved spine at him, “describes the various dynamics in the faunal food chain in the Twilight Realm wastelands.” Said tome was now shoved in Ghirahim’s hands, opened on a random page, for his perusal. 

The Twilight Realm. Zant spoke of it several times before – the accursed place with that enviously, obsessively desired throne. It was an interesting contrast, to hear him deliberate on it. He detested the Twilight Realm, though he 'loved' its people, while coveting the Light World, despite despising nearly everyone in it. This love, in the meantime, appeared to be a twisted, possessive sensation in Zant's mind. As a demon, he shared this difficulty with viceless affection, so he supposed he understood. 

Though Ghirahim didn't much care for scenery, the Realm never did quite sound appealing. An eternally dark, withering expanse. Beaten and starved like a beast of burden past its prime. Growing up in a place like that, he assumed anyone's mind would crack under the sheer mind-numbing monotony, but even Zant at one point admitted he was the odd one out in that regard. Too intense, too passionate, bursting with want and fury. No wonder he was awestruck by the Light World, which was ever-changing even when stuck in the same Cycle for millennia. Ghirahim, having been absent and then resummoned after thousands of years, could attest to that. To someone who has been shunned all his life for wanting an escape, this world, with all of its strange, unpredictable phenomena, was everything Zant could ever want and more. When met with such a fervor for research, the least he could do was indulge him.

In the meantime, his Scholar gestured to a second tome, which was thrice the size to the point he daren't even lift it. "This one is from the same approximate ecological zone, but in the Light World, instead. You see the difference." Zant absolutely did not exaggerate. “I hope to have written up a bit of a compendium, or at least a field guide, by the time our army reclaims the Triforce.”

Ghirahim idly flipped some pages, thumbing through stark white paper with pure gibberish. Other than the occasional drawing, he didn’t understand even a lick of it. “Well, in that case, I do hope your wit is as quick as the way you swing your scimitars. If every campaign we face packs out like yesterday, we might reach the Valley of Seers sooner than you think,” he smirked, snapping the book shut in his hand.

“I admire your optimism, Sword. Your lust for war is truly one of your virtues," he chuckled in response, taking the book back from Ghirahim as he held it out to him.

By now satiated by his rambles, Ghirahim once again took it upon himself to wander. He slowly strode across the room, idly dragging his finger across the surfaces of furniture along the way. Despite its furnishing, the room was obviously set up with just one person in mind, as he found it dreadfully lacking in seating areas. Not that he was one to talk. Instead, a very appealing alternative failed to escape his notice. Was he so bold as to sit on his bed? Oh, of course he was. Zant had his back turned to him, busying himself with the various stationery on his desk once their conversation died out. In other words, he had not the slightest idea what he was up to back there. What a perfect opportunity.

"That reminds me, Zant. You so rudely left one of my questions unanswered earlier – though, of course, I've chosen to forgive you, for now," Ghirahim babbled, leaning back on the bed with his legs crossed. Zant did not react vocally, but his shoulders hunched the slightest bit. "Do you think you're well enough to attend our briefing today?"

A clear of the throat rang in response. Zant idly thumped a stack of papers on his desk to straighten them and laid them aside. "Of course. It would be a disgrace for me to idly sit here and abandon our troops."

"Ah, excellent. After yesterday's victory, we do have plenty to discuss," he drawled, fiddling coyly with the chain on his cape.

Zant sighed. "I suppose it was a victory, in the end. If only we didn't let their commander get away."

Ghirahim groaned, draping himself back on the mattress. Bouncy, what was it filled with? More importantly, what could be laid upon it? "Now you're simply being a nag. You got us that battle, Zant, and though you never seem to fight with grace, you did do so valiantly."

"A delightfully back-handed compliment as usual, Ghirahim,” Zant chortled, for a moment again rising in pitch. Ghirahim noted that such displays must be not-so-subtle indicators of genuine amusement, rather than a polite front. Were they getting that familiar already, at this hour? It was almost endearing. How easily the infamous King of Shadows lowered his guard around him! Zant hesitated a moment again, before continuing to speak. “I must commend you, in return, for coming to my aid so swiftly after I called for you."

Ghirahim idly waved him off, rolling over to lay on his side, draping an arm over his hip. "Ah, well… I was nearby, is all." That was a lie, but he didn't know that.

And yet, Zant smirked, turning his head with an inhuman, snake-like twist in an attempt to look over his shoulder. "Oh, yes, how fortunate. Without you, we likely wouldn't have delivered our definitive blow before dusk. I was fully prepared to have been battling until after nightfall."

"A good thing we did, otherwise you wouldn't have had the time now to sit and work on your hobbies."

Zant turned back to him, smiling with his lips slightly parted as if to say something, but he seemed a little taken off guard. Without that massive helmet on, the man was an open book, a breeze rapidly flipping through each of its pages, allowing him to read his every thought. The sight of a graceful and alluring creature such as himself, draping himself on his bed, proved to be too much for him to bear unflinchingly. Those big, softly glowing, amber eyes blinked at him, before resuming his speech. “I take it you must have passions of your own? I am aware of your lack of mortal necessities, and a diligent person such as yourself surely doesn’t spend the entire night waiting around for the sun to rise.” A smirk crooked his lips as he cocked his head.

Ghirahim fiddled with a lock of hair, propping himself up on his elbow. “Hmm, well. I do have a handful of activities I occupy myself with." Zant looked at him expectantly, like a dog waiting for scraps to drop. He couldn't help but tease. "But… I am thinking it best to just show you. Not today, though. My room is not quite presentable.”

Zant scoffed. “Those are quite the words, coming from a man who so gleefully barged into my own room, without a care in the world for the state I, or my room, were in!”

Tapping his lip thoughtfully, he hummed in thought. “You do make a compelling argument. Then, perhaps, tonight I will invite you over.”

“Oh, splendid!" Zant gasped delightedly, though an air of smugness dripped through his tone. "You appear to be quite easily swayed when it comes to inviting me to your room."

Ghirahim shrugged, caught in the act. "What can I say? I prefer not to beat around the bush," he lowered himself, now laying fully back and rubbing the sheets between his fingers. Zant's eyes combed through him, glued to his form as he so sultrily displayed himself to him. But there was something unprecedented about it. His eyes did not have that lewd, ogling possession that Ghirahim was so used to being cast his way. Instead, he beheld him as though he were the stars themselves, a look of awe and adoration. An unknown pulse coursed through his chest. He needed more of it, and desperately. "Besides, you already invited me over to yours."

This flirtatious behavior proved to be too much. Zant walked on over, the limp in his step much improved from the night before, before taking his seat on the bed next to him. Ghirahim was quick to rise, scooting over to sit a little closer to him, just barely shoulder to shoulder. “Ghirahim,” he started, looking intently, though a bit playfully at him. “This briefing… How much time do we have until then?”

The thump in his chest had finally landed, like doves upon the branches of infinite possibilities. It all made sense – he yearned for it. Ghirahim found himself overcome with a sudden ache for companionship, and the feeling was mutual. The Twili sitting so close to him trapped him in his gaze once again, penetrating past his false skin, and into the proxy of his core. But it was not an intrusive one. It was gentle, like fingers gingerly parting the curtains to let in the light of dawn. And whatever Zant had found beyond, he was basking in it. What an addictive feeling!

He had no choice but to indulge his every wish. “Hmmm…" The tip of his tongue briefly darted between his lips, like an invitation. "I say, probably another two hours.”

“Very well, then," Zant deliberated, looming over him, lips close to his scarred ear. "If I might make so bold of a suggestion," he whispered, spindly fingers coursing through his silver hair. "I do think it best we spend such time wisely.”

Ghirahim laughed, but leaned back to gaze at him daringly. It was now his mission to goad him into boldness, just to see if bullying alone could turn him into an assertive partner. “I won’t play such games with you, Zant. Speak clearly. What do you want?”

“Kiss me.”

“What, not even a ‘please’?” But before he could reply, he was met with lips suddenly pressed against his. Excellent, he was learning. As endearing as he found the hesitant mannerisms Zant showed before, he did always prefer a more confident partner. His arm hooked around Zant's neck, pulling him in to press their bodies together, and denied his dear any attempt at pulling away. He sought to entrap him, as Zant had him, eager to show him the consequences of coaxing him with such affections. His companion, too, found himself a little handsy. Ghirahim felt one arm snake its way around his waist, while the other placed itself upon his knee, squeezing him in his grip. 

Their contact deepened. Something tingled inside Ghirahim as a familiar taste crossed between their lips. Coppery. Thick, and staining his lips.

… Blood?

For a moment, their kiss was interrupted, a mutual gasp between them as they parted. Zant had pulled away, but lingered close enough for their noses to brush. "Ah, Ghirahim… As much as I enjoy your company, might I request we not – Escalate too far? I suspect my bruises would not take too kindly to anything too strenuous…"

Ghirahim roused from the rosy feeling of their kiss, at first befuddled by his pulling away, but soon softening. "Oh, why, of course. You must be exhausted still, I understand." He didn't. Mortal needs were a mystery to him. But, honestly, after Zant's hesitance to bare himself from earlier, he reckoned the Twilight King was a touch too nervous about the prospect still. He was going to be more difficult to seduce than he thought. "Not to worry, King of Shadows. I know just the way to take care of you."

Zant perked up at the words. His feline eyes widened in excitement as Ghirahim began tickling his fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. "My… How intriguing. Do what you will, then," he cooed, tittering in anticipation.

The Twili blinked, tilting his head and leaning in with great interest as the object of his affections loomed over him with a smirk. "I will," assured Ghirahim, before pressing their lips together, not to part until duty called.

Thus was the start of their near-daily routine.

#bearwrites #beararts #ghirahim #zant #tp zant #hyrule warriors #ghirazant #midna #tftk

[theriverpointace]

1, 6 and 12 for that choose violence ask game ;)

1. the character everyone gets wrong. if i hear one more person blame paris for the trojan war i cannot be held responsible for my actions. admittedly this has gotten better since i started (a) reading more and (b) interacting with the (very few) paris-lovers of tumblr <3

6. which ship fans are the most annoying? mmm that's tough. and also colored by my aromantic way of reading old literature. i really don't like enjoltaire (from les mis). i don't understand why it's so popular. but everyone else loves it!!! so much!!! please help me. (also i read enjolras as aroace bc I'M aroace, so. there is that, too. tbh i think this one's on me but still.)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them. my friend do you even have to ask???? you KNOW the answer to this!!! it's paris of troy ofc it's paris of mother-flipping troy. and as to why ... listen if you can read paris in anything (except for frigging DICTYS u g h) and not see how silly and dumb he is ... then i am so sorry (i am choosing violence) but you must be blind!! he's just a guy!!!! he keeps getting put in Situations!! and through all of these Situations he either stays bright and cheerful and positive (like when hector insults him in the iliad) or he starts crying (like in ovid's version of the judgement in heroides 16). like that's so relatable. anyways i like how this one connects to the first one. he is unpopular bc everyone gets him wrong. listen i love hector as much as the next guy here but he is Mean To His Siblings okay. he loves his family, he would (did) die for andromache and scamandrius, but he is a Mean Brother. personally this does not detract from his charm bc i am a Mean Sister so yk. i can relate. and also i think he probably doesn't understand (or like) the reasons paris has to do anything he does. but paris does have his reasons and unlike hector i DO understand and like and appreciate those reasons. please people i love paris so much he does not deserve the hate.

#thanks for the ask!!!! #i love being ASKED to yell about paris <3 #ask tag #talk tag #littlesparklight #we are not mutuals but know that i love you like one <3 #paris of troy #greek mythology #anti enjoltaire #(i'm sorry i like enj too much to ship him) #the iliad #gonna go ahead and also tag this #hector of troy

[f4eism]

I was curious if you’d be up for writing a little something something for Robin with a friend so keeping it platonic (not a must)

Steve accidentally outs Robin infront of her friend the reader. Reader is very upset, not about the gay part they couldn’t care less. Upset that Robin told Steve her secret but didn’t trust her best friend to know.

If you’re up for it of course if not feel free to skip

Please and thank you so so much

ofc im up for it! ty for requesting lovely <3

robin buckley x platonic!gn!reader

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

it was just one of those nights where you just needed the company of your two bestfriends, terrified to be alone.

hanging out with steve and robin at steve's house was always exciting, the three of you either watching shitty movies or dancing around to music on steve's record player.

currently, you three were in the living room just talking. you sat on the right of steve while he was in the middle, robin on the left laid out with her legs over you and steve's lap.

you grabbed robin's foot and held it up to your nose making a stank face. "cornchips! damn steve did you open a bag of fritos or what?" steve erupted into a fit of laughter and you laughed too while robin snatched her foot out of your grip, rolling her eyes while snickering along as well.

"fuck you y/n, you play too much! you know my feet smell like roses and strawberries!" you and steve were laughing so hard now the both of you had tears in the corner of your eyes and steve was halfway on the floor. you grabbed him and pulled him back up, your laughs calming down.

"mm whatever robin you know i was just playing anyways." you gave her a small smile making sure everything was cool while she gave you one in return, steve leaned back on the couch with one arm wrapped your shoulder and the other around robin's ankle, softly massaging it.

situating yourself so you could look at robin and steve, a question popped into your mind. "sooo guys, do you two currently have your eyes on anyone? im curious!" steve shook his head yes, "actually i do, and im not telling you who just yet. you'll have to wait and see." steve wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned.

"fine dingus have it your way. what about you robin? what hot guy caught the attention of the oh so beautiful robin buckley?"

steve laughed a little at that, before answering for robin "well nobody because she likes gir- i mean ummm" robin got up from her position on the couch and hit steve on the shoulder, earning an "ow!" from him and a shocked expression on your face.

"dont listen to this idiot, y/n. he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about." robin gave steve the stink eye and steve cowered in fear, looking apologetic.

you could care less about steve right now, you were more focused on the fact that robin didn't tell you that she was attracted to women. wasn't she supposed to be your bestfriend?

"robin, is it true that you like girls?" you looked at robin with what you hoped was understanding and acceptance, with a little bit of hurt.

"yes, i like girls y/n. i didnt want to tell you because i thought you would hate me! i was scared shitless and i am SO sorry i didn't tell you sooner." robin had tears on her cheeks now and you couldn't help but to reach over steve's lap and wipe them off of her face. moving back into your spot, steve hugged robin and you wrapped your arms around the both of them.

"robin i could never ever hate you! i don't care what your sexuality is. im just upset that you didn't bother to tell me. please just trust me more!! i would have been just as accepting as this idiot here was." you smiled as steve and robin laughed at your statement, hugging the both of them tighter.

steve spoke up, "so are we all good now? i hate when we're mad at each other. and im sorry robin, i spoke without thinking. i hope you can forgive me." robin flicked steve on his forehead and you laughed hard, still in the group hug position.

"of course i forgive you dingus! its okay. im just happy that the both of you were so accepting." you smiled at this, moving away from steve as you got up to go make some pizza.

"okay that's settled. now who wants pizza?" robin had a dopey grin on her face and followed you into the kitchen.

"i do!"

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