#or the tension of loving what I'm studying but never quite being good at it

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Hey!! Could you write using the prompts: "Don't touch me!" & "You're burning up." And can it be reader and rafe hate each other but then reader almost faints?

Love your writing btw💕💕

I had so many thoughts to do with this one! I ended up going with a scene from a movie. If you know, you know. If you don't, please enjoy anyway x

Prompt List

Warnings - mentions of drinking and sick. Also, it's a stolen movie scene.

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The rhythm, the beat and the bass were your friends as the party lights danced around you or with you. You weren't quite sure. You felt like you were on top of the world as you danced on the pool table. A crowd gathered around you, enjoying the moves. Tequila had given you the confidence of a godess and you sure seemed like one.

That was until you hit your head on the chandelier above you. For a moment the world went dark as people laughed and groaned in pain for you.

You landed in a strong pair of arms, who stood you up right and began leading you away from the crowd as you stumbled.

"You alright?" Rafe asked concerned as he tried to see your face.

"Don't touch me" You tried to shake him. "I'm f-fine"

"You're not fine" He stated as you stumbled into him a little floppy "Come on"

He led you towards outside, away from the crowded, partying house. You didn't struggle as your held your forehead.

"I-I just need to lay down" You sighed, making your way out the patio door.

"Uh-Huh. Right. You're going to lay down and go to sleep..." Rafe followed you, a hand on your lower back to guide you away from the pool.

"Mmm, sleep sounds goood" You gave him a goofy smiled.

"Not if you have a concussion" Rafe sighed.

"You wouldn't care if I never woke up" You stated as you stumbled towards a swing set. It was the only place not surrounded by people.

Topper sure knew how to throw a good pool party. The perks of being a popular Kook with parents away most of the time.

"Sure I would" Rafe smirked at you.

"Why?" You glared at him as you turned to face him, grabbing his hands in yours to stable yourself.

"Well then. Because I might have to find a girl who actually likes me" He teased.

The pair of you had an odd situationship. You were Sarah's closest friend and you seemed to hate Rafe. The feeling appeared mutual. Overtime the hatred turned into tension and that tension turned to hookups but nothing more. No strings were meant to be attached.

"Like you could find one" You spat back.

"See that, right there. Who needs affection when they can have blind hatred?" Rafe pointed out.

"I just...." You huffed "I need to sit down. Just a little while" You moved towards a swing and slumped onto the seat as you held the chain in one hand and Rafe held your other one.

"Alright, there" Rafe settled you, placing your other hand in the chain too before taking a breathe. Relaxing for a moment as you were safely sat...

"Woah" You giggled as you flopped backwards.

"Fuck. Shit" Rafe was quick to catch you and study you on the swing again.

You sighed contently and hiccuped a little as Rafe took to swing beside you, shaking his head and letting out a little laugh.

"Love and hate" You muttered "you know what they say about love and hate...."

"Nope, what do they say?" Rafe humoured you as he glanced up at the stars for a moment. "Huh?"

You didn't respond, head slumped against the chain beside you. Rafe panicked as soon as he noticed your eyes closed.

"Shit. No no no no!" He was quickly beside you, taking your face in his hands "No, baby. Come on. Wake up! Look at me" He gently tapped your cheek "Listen to me, baby. Open your eyes"

You slowly opened them and grinned up at him as you stared into his. "Hmm. Your eyes....they are such a pretty blue"

Rafe huffed a laugh as he stroked your cheek "You good?" He asked softly, noticing how warm you felt "You're burning up"

You hummed and nodded before shaking your head as Rafe stood up. Suddenly you lurched forward and throw up. Luckily missing Rafe and his shoes.

He sighed as he sat on the swing next to you and gently smoothed your hair as you groaned.

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[stvrdrops]

Bodyguard shuri x reader ! It’s been on my mind for saurrr long

yess! i love this idea so muchhh. wasn't sure if you wanted it to be like a fame au or anything so i just went for it in my own way :) it's kind of just a tiny imagine, hope that's okay!

princess protection ☆ | bodyguard!shuri x fem!reader

when you begged your mom to lessen your security you never imagined she'd actually do it. even more shocking, to replace them all she brings in your nation's protector. shuri, the black panther, is now in charge of making sure you were safe and protected. maybe in more than one way.

warnings : none

word count : 2.1k+

being the princess of a nation was no small task. you were constantly attending political meetings, beautiful galas, and even doing community service for those around you. you loved being out and about, rather than confined to the palace.

your mother, the queen, often feared for your safety. of course you had quite the entourage of guard ready to protect you wherever you went. you had people trailing you with weapons ever since you were fresh out of the womb. it never scared you, but you never exactly cared for it. it made you stand out even though you loved to be the star in the room. you begged and begged your mother after your eighteenth birthday to lower the amount of guards trailing you. you realized it made you still feel trapped despite being out in the open. besides, wakanda was extremely safe other than the occasional invasion, which was swiftly put to rest by your nation's protector. the black panther.

she constantly refused, saying that you were the future leader of the nation and needed to be protected adequately. you quickly gave up hope and moped around the palace for a solid year or two before your mother finally caved in.

"mother? what was the urgent call about on my kimoyo beads?" you ask her as you step into the throne room. she had her back to you, obviously speaking to somebody else.

"ah, y/n! i have a surprise for you." she quickly turns around, still shielding whoever she had been speaking to. you attempt to look around your mother. she notices this, and steps aside.

your eyes widen when you see the black panther standing before you. her helmet was off, allowing you to see her face. you hardly ever saw shuri without the mask. she was always on missions or you were always out of the palace when she had been home in the lab. your paths never found a way to cross despite running in the same social circles. it had to have been at least an entire year since you were in her presence, considering she had been on a major mission.

"princess." she says, a charming smile spreading across her face.

"um, hi." you say, feeling your mouth go wide. she had gotten much more attractive since the last time you saw her up close. you two were close in age, so it wasn't like this crush you had was new. when you were younger you spent a decent amount of time together, but were never close.

"shuri's missions as the black panther have become less and less high priority. she's doing an amazing job so i'm assigning some of her more easy missions to the dora. while she truly deserves a couple days off, i've decided she will be your personal bodyguard until she is needed. she will be your only bodyguard may i add."

no way.

shuri laughs, "oh trust me, this is will be a good enough vacation for me. after all, i'm sure the princess can't get into too much trouble."

"you underestimate me." you say, with a challenge in your voice.

"noted." she responds back, willing to accept your challenge.

the tension between you two is so thick that not even a vibranium spear could cut through it. shuri kept her eyes squinted as she looked at you, as if she was studying you. to tell the truth, she had been quite excited about this mission. spending time with the princess would be a dream, she thought. also, she presumed it would be fairly easy as well.

you looked at her in the same way, but you were more undressing her with your eyes.

"y/n, do you still need to visit the market today? i know you said something about stopping for some new silks."

your eyes are ripped away from shuri, "oh, yes! thank you mother. shuri, i'll give you time to change out of your suit and then i can take you for a test drive."

shuri laughs, "no need." she presses something on her suit near her wrist. causing the suit to dissipate into a necklace. she wore a tight gray outfit underneath the suit. you couldn't help but feel like an idiot thinking about how she might've been in just her underwear under the suit. "i'm ready whenever you are, princess."

you smirk, walking away from her. you don't bother looking back to see if she's following you. her quick footsteps gave it away. it also helped that she was taller than you, her shadow looming slightly over your body.

"you do know that you don't have to loom over behind me, right?" you say as you look through the many silks at the stall.

"where else am i meant to stand?"

"how about next to me? i don't think i'd kill you."

she scoffs, "you couldn't kill me even if you tried."

a smile spreads across your face, "cocky."

she moves over to the side of you, causing your hands to brush slightly. you contemplate whether or not you want to meet her eyes for a second. ultimately your curiosity gets the better of you. when you look up you see her staring back at you. her eyes were dark brown, but you could see a sparkle in them. you could now also clearly see the tiny scar on her forehead that her hair almost nearly hid.

when she looked at you she noticed how beautiful your own eyes had been when exposed in the sunlight. she studied every beauty mark on your face that the pictures never quite captured. shuri obviously knew you were beautiful, but now that you were up close after all this time it had been impossible to deny your beauty. she had a task to complete though, meaning finding your beauty too blinding would be dangerous. if she was too consumed by you, lost in your chocolate river eyes, she couldn't focus on the task at hand.

"do you like this one?" you ask, picking up a random silk without breaking eye contact. you didn't want to look away from her.

shuri's eyes glance away from you for a second, "i think orange is a beautiful color for you, princess."

you wanted so badly to be a smart ass and tell her you had a name. however, hearing the word princess roll of her tongue did something dangerous to you.

"princess?" a voice calls out to you from the sea of people.

you had never seen someone move so quickly the way that shuri did as she got in front of you. the two of you didn't even know who the supposed threat was, but shuri couldn't help but go into her defense stance.

"princess! hello!" a woman makes her way out of the crowd. you recognize her as the caretaker of the orphanage you often help out at.

"stand down shuri, it's okay." you say, putting a hand on her arm to get her to relax. she looks over her shoulder back at you, giving a swift nod. her body moves back beside you just as fast as it had gotten in front of your own.

"hello mrs. adabashi! how are all the children doing?"

she smiles, "oh, they are just wonderful! they so enjoy the toys you brought for them last week. little kami has not put down the dolls since you handed them to her."

shuri can't help but admire the conversation as you both talk to one another about the children. shuri was not exactly sure what to expect when your mother asked her to watch over you. it had been quite some time since shuri saw you last and she didn't know your personality that well. now she knew that she had made the right choice in choosing to accept the queen's offer.

the whole rest of the time at the market was spent with you in conversation with shuri. you asked her constantly what life was like as wakanda's protector. you even managed to slip in a question about if she had anyone important in her life at the moment. she found that question amusing and answered truthfully, with a swift no. she claimed that she didn't have any time in her strict schedule to fall into any romances. you figured that if she was spending all her time with you, then it wouldn't matter. you had your eyes on her now, and you almost never got turned down.

the more time you spent with her the more you didn't want the day to end. it made you happy to know that every day would be like this. that was, until she was called back to her panther duties. you assumed that if you ever did get caught in a sneaky relationship with the black panther that your mother wouldn't mind. you could arguably do worse. plus, the nation's princess and protector in a relationship together would do wonders for the people's morale.

"you know you don't have to go, right?" you ask her as you both approach the door to your bedroom.

shuri laughs, "am i supposed to guard you while you sleep?"

"i don't plan on sleeping yet. as long as i'm awake i feel as if you should be on guard."

"who do you think plans on attacking you tonight?"

you look up to her, staring into her eyes. "i'm inviting you into my room and here you are questioning me. will you really deny your princess?"

shuri sucks on her teeth as she looks around the hallway, that same charming smile on her face.

"i can't believe you are pulling the princess card on me right now."

"well, is it working, my panther?"

the nickname being used in such a manner sent goosebumps down shuri's spine. she was meant to keep a professional relationship with you. bast knows that the queen would have her powers stripped if she were to hurt her precious baby. she was meant to protect you from the world, not entertain you romantically. however, she licks her lips as she contemplates the enticing question.

"if you really feel you need my protection."

"badly." you whisper out to her.

"fuck it," shuri says, "whatever you say, princess."

you just smile, knowing you have the most dangerous person in wakanda wrapped around your finger. you push the door open, revealing your room to her. it was large and the windows allowed you to see all of the capitol. even shuri was shocked by its beauty, despite living here all her life. for some reason it seemed so much more special from inside of your bedroom.

"do you like being my personal bodyguard?"

shuri watches you as you go to your walk in closet. she can hear you changing as the sound of clothes being thrown around fills her ears. it takes everything in her to not look.

"i can't say it's the worst job in the world."

"and why is that?"

"something tells me you already know the answer to that."

you walk out of your room wearing a large t-shirt that shuri can tell is american vintage. she could also tell you weren't wearing any shorts when you lifted your curly hair up into a messy bun. shuri can't help but stare as you walk over to your bed. it was nice to see you in a normal state, without all the jewels and fancy clothes. however, it wasn't just that. the way you moved commanded attention and it radiated elegance.

"come here." you beckon to her. it was as if she didn't ave a mind of her own as she followed your command. it made you feel in control, and it was pretty damn amazing. "sit down."

"you are very bossy."

"it is in my nature. i am the future queen after all."

shuri laughs, "that's true. i think you'll make a great one."

the compliment makes you smile, "so you'll remain as my personal bodyguard even when i am queen?"

"of course, i serve wakanda and those in it. that includes you."

"i'm sure there are other ways that you can serve me."

her eyebrow raises, "oh really?"

you nod your head, looking at her with lust in your eyes.

shuri suddenly grabs you and sets you onto her lap. it feels so normal as you straddle her, arms around her neck. you felt like you were the perfect piece to her puzzle. she notices how you arch your back in efforts to feel closer to her.

"so, this is your idea of protection?" you can't help but ask.

"do you feel protected?"

"in the arms of the black panther? oh, most definitely."

you kiss her, allowing yourself to fully envelop yourself into her. her lips feel soft as they glide against yours. if this is what having shuri as your bodyguard was like, then you never wanted it to end.

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The Taming of Man: chapter two - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

Yet another chapter of this getting cranked out, slowly waiting for burnout to catch up to me :/ Hope you Enjoy!

ONCE AGAIN, This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and will be AFAB in later chapters, Shirtless Katsuki, and copious amounts of grass-touching

words: 2,684

"Do you vow allegiance to your land?"

"I do."

"Do you vow allegiance to your people?"

"I do."

"Do you vow to never leave, and to spend every day hereafter in your country?"

"..."

"ugh," your handmaid Ururaka sighed, shaking her head and shutting the aged book in her lap. "You can't hesitate! How do you expect to be crowned if you hesitate," she scolded, her brow furrowing.

"I know, I know," you groaned, hanging your head in your hands. It was going to be your 20th birthday in a month, and as princess of the fae you would have to go through your coronation to become queen of the fae. you have to make an oath, the same oath you were just practicing, in order to be placed on the throne. The people took this very seriously, and if they sensed you were being disingenuous they wouldn't allow your crowning.

"I just...what if there's good out there? what if things have changed?" You peered at your trusted servant seated across from you from between your fingers, watching as she looked displeased and sighed again. "And what if there's not? You know what happened, you've heard the stories," she explained, gentle yet firm.

You sat back up, looking out through the baby-blue stained window right next to you. You watched as children played in the courtyard, golden glitter shooting from their fingers as they "shot" at each other. Pegasus' pulled wagons of fruit and grain in, men and women unloading them and carrying the bags into the door that led to the royal kitchen. Life was so quaint, so perfect, so comfortable, and yet so...boring.

"I don't see the issue if I already go out there," you grumbled, crossing your arms with eyes locked on the scene before you. Ochako rubbed her tired eyes, quite frankly sick of your bullshit, and just stood from her chair. "You know the issue, a Queen doesn't leave her people," she said pointedly, coming around behind you and beginning to braid your hair into a bun. The tension was going to give you a headache, you just knew it.

your lips pressed together at her words, and sighing in defeat you said, "fine...but I'm not a queen yet." Ochako let out a sniff of amusement, smiling a little to herself. "you know how your mother would feel if I let you go," she reasoned, scooping a little gel from a container on the vanity behind her and slicking back your baby hairs.

"well yeah, that's what secrets are for," you laughed, wincing a little as you felt your hair twist in her skilled hands. Ochako was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing her options. "...don't expect me to lie if you get caught."

You nodded eagerly, and she gave an affirming nod back as she finished your hair. "There," she said in an accomplished tone, happy with the bun, and you stood to hug her. "Thank you," you exclaimed, grabbing your basket and rushing out. You'd want to wash your clothes, you loved how the water made them feel. "It's not like I'm allowed to say no anyways," she called after you, raising and dropping her arms dejectedly.

You zoomed past servants and scholars, your bare feet pounding against the opal halls of the palace you called home. Room after room you passed, the library, the billiards room, the study, all to get to the window just before the stairs. After all, why go down 5 flights of stairs when you could hop out a window? You popped it open, looking down to check if that abandoned wagon was still there, and blithely hopped out. Your sage green skirt and white underskirts caught a little wind, blinding you for a second, before you landed on the wagon full of hippogriff down.

You didn't feel a thing, although the pile was difficult to climb out of. You plunged your hand into the dense fluff, grabbing a rope before clambering out of the feathers. Your feet sunk into mud as you walked towards the giant wall that protected the castle, the white material gleaming in the sun. You threw the rope over the side, listening for the sound of metal hitting metal as the weighted end clanged against an anchor. Perfect.

Tugging it first to be sure it was secure, you began to climb up the side of the wall, your corset making it increasingly uncomfortable. Your feet stuck a little to the wall, thankfully not slipping, and it took you a full minute to climb all the way to the top. Once you reached it, you stood for a second surveying the area, taking a breath of fresh air and watching for anyone who might see you.

Seeing nobody, you grinned and jumped down, knees bending as you hit the ground. You began to run, giggling happily and undoing the bun Ochako worked so hard on. You were practically flying, running far from the palace that kept you feeling imprisoned. You could feel the eyes of the birds and chipmunks, you could hear them giggling with you.

You started to slow down, your legs beginning to hurt, and you stopped to sit on a rock. Catching your breath, you looked around, examining the forest you called your second home. The sun dappled through the trees, the grass releasing a gold shimmer with each disturbance, and the scent of the spindling vines covered in white flowers citric and sweet.

You smiled, stretching a little and standing back up. From now on, you walked leisurely, sure no one would catch up to you, even if they realized you were gone. While walking, you began to hum, singing the song of your country. It was ingrained in your history, a legend many took incredibly seriously. You yourself believed it, but you didn't think it was so relevant now.

It took you a while, but you finally reached the babbling brook you were so fond of. It shimmered different colors from different angles, sometimes purple, sometimes red, sometimes every color in between. You kept walking down the side of it, singing your song the whole way, until you reached the perfect spot. In the very center of this part of the stream was a ring of water club mushrooms, each cluster a different color.

Carefully, you balanced on rocks peaking out the top of the brook, not wanting to fall and get swept away. Once you reached the circle, you took a deep breath, holding it and hopping into the center.

Suddenly, you were underwater, slowly treading up to the surface. You reached the top, swallowing up air and climbing out. The second you left the water, you and your clothes were dry, as was your basket. You looked around, taking in the smell of the multicolored flowers. You set down your basket on the giant tree stump, its number of rings somewhere in the thousands, and skipped through the flowers and to the trees as you sang your song. "See me now, oh ray of light in the moondance," you sang, hitting each note perfectly. It always satisfied you when you could do that.

You grabbed at the pink Tea Fruit hanging low on the branches, taking a bite. It was something like the mix between a pear and a plum, rich flavor with a crispy crunch. The juice dribbled down your chin, staining your shirt, and you smiled as you took a couple more to snack on while you sat.

Making your way to the giant stump and singing your tune the whole way, you plopped down and ate your fruit, listening to the sound of the forest. Birds joined you in song, fluttering down and sitting with you. You gave them the core of your fruit, allowing them to peck at it. A deer pranced in, a deer you knew well. You pressed your forehead to hers, staring into her big, clear eyes. You held a fruit to her mouth, smiling as she gladly took it and settled at your feet.

The next couple hours went like this, enjoying the sun, fresh air, and water. Animals came and went as they pleased. The scent of wild flowers filled your nostrils. All the while you sang your song, and all the while you thought about the outside. You had never gone farther than the little ring of trees, and any time you tried to look much farther, all you could see was mist.

As much as you wanted to explore, it unsettled you. Something primal told you no, told you to stay in your safe little field...and yet something else a little louder told you something was out there for you. Something big. You sighed, looking up towards the sky and shaking your head. You restarted your song for what felt like the billionth time, not even questioning why you wouldn't stop. You just...did. You felt like you were preforming for a waiting crowd.

Treading the water with your feet, you watched that same glittering effect change and shift. Suddenly, the once twittering birds around you fluttered, flying off in groups. You watched in confusion, looking towards the opposite direction of the flock, wondering if you should be scared too. You could hear footsteps, and smell the scent of blood.

Your singing stopped, and you looked even closer. You could just barely see the outline of a man, and despite your better judgment you got up and walked closer. Now you could see him completely, he was a man who was incredibly attractive. He looked like the sun.

His hair was light blonde, glowing even, and his eyes, fuck, those eyes. Sharp and intense ruby red, like he held the manifestation of pure passion in them. His build was strong, each and every muscle chiseled and defined, especially noticeable as he was lacking a shirt. You could see scales trailing up his forearms, an orange-red and nearly translucent. Lastly, a chain of animal tooth, amber, and cat's eye hung on his neck...

You knew what he was. You knew what The Dragonborne did to your people...You should be scared...but, this Dragonborne hasn't done anything, right? And this feeling in your chest, the swelling of emotion like destiny was pulling on your heartstrings, it didn't mean nothing, right?

Katsuki was surprised to see you notice him, and twice as surprised to see you walk towards him. What was he thinking, coming all the way out here? This was crazy. He shouldn't fear you...He didn't fear you! who said that?

"Hey," he barked, stepping closer to you. You didn't back down. "Hey," you said inquisitively, your hands twitching a little as you wanted to reach out and touch him. "W-who are you," he growled, a little bit of steam blowing out of his nose. stuttering? what, was he five? He cursed himself in his head, hating that he of all people would fall nervous in front of a beautiful woman.

"Who are you," you countered, at this point you were just echoing what he was saying. You shook your head, not wanting to be so...annoying. "I-I'm (Y/n)," you blurted out, sticking your hand out for him to shake. he pushed it to the side, getting closer and crossing his arms. "How did you get here? Where are you from," he interrogated, staring you down.

You just stared back, not one to be intimidated, and pursed your lips a little. "uh, I swam, and Gildflå," you chortled, a little attitude in your tone as you gestured vaguely to the creek. He looked where you pointed, glancing back and forth as his scowl deepened. Who the fuck does this chick think she is? He's never heard of any Gildflå, and he knows every country in the world. "You think I'm joking," he scoffed, glaring daggers at you.

"No...I mean, if you are, you're not very funny," you tittered, looking past him now. "And I could ask you the same thing, where are you from, how did you get here?" He rolled his eyes, but answered all the same. "I'm from Forrmidūl, and I walked." He was nothing if not honest. "What's Forrmidūl?" You didn't know? nobody this side of the planet didn't know. "alright, now you're joking." You laughed and shook you head, walking back to the stump and taking a seat. He followed without even thinking, like a lost puppy, and sat next to you. "I wish I was. I'm not really from here," you sighed.

...you really weren't from here. Katsuki knew when people were lying, he could smell it, and he couldn't smell the sweet yet bitter scent of deception on you. He took your appearance, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes, completely enamored. You wore a ring that had engravings of a language he's never heard before, inlaid with gemstones he's never seen.

"...You're a faerie." He didn't sound shocked, or happy, or devious. He was just making a statement, an observation. You looked away from him, down at your hands, and smiled a little. "aaand you're a Dragonborne," you sighed, glancing back at him. "...What's it like," you ask quietly, brows creasing with confusion, perhaps even desperation. "What's what like," he grumbled, patience as thin as ever.

"Out there," you stated, tilting your head towards where he came from. You were so clueless, he almost felt bad for you. almost. He rolled her eyes, looking down at the water. "Dangerous. 's not a place little faerie girls who don't know shit," he said scornfully.

You laughed a little, looking up at the sky as it began to slowly fade into orange. "Well...What if you made me know shit," you offered, looking over at him with pleading eyes. Now it was his turn to laugh, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah? What'd I get in return?"

you hummed in thought, bringing your knees to your chest. "I could...heal that," you said with a teasing tone, pointing at his wounds. He was about to just scoff and get up to leave, but something in him told him to accept. He wanted to spend more time with you.

"...You know magic," he asked gruffly. You nodded eagerly, gold flakes coming from the tips of your fingers just to prove it. "I can make potions too," you proposed, wanting any reason to both learn about the outside and keep spending time with him.

He thought for a moment, looking at the water as he did so. People who could do magic so easily were rare, if not impossible to find. "...every day you bring me a potion of my choosing, I'll give you a lesson."

You grinned widely and practically jumped up with joy, immediately giving him a squeezing hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou," you squealed. He was stunned for a moment, but quickly pushed you off. "yeah yeah, I'm the best, whatever, shut up," he groaned, standing up. "Bring me a healing potion tomorrow, and I'll teach you then."

you nodded happily, that gorgeous smile unwavering. "Will you be shirtless tomorrow too," you teased, your eyes holding mischief. He froze, shocked for a second, before turning scarlet and growling. "You want this or not," he shouted, practically foaming at the mouth.

You just laughed, waving him off as he walked back to the woods and kept his arms crossed over his chest. You were just about to leave too, when you realized something important. "Wait!"

He begrudgingly turned around, shouting, "what," as loud as you were. "What's your name," you asked, a curious look on your face. He paused, pressing his lips together. "...You gonna cast a spell on me or somthin'?"

You chuckled, you never knew such a myth existed here. "No, You're just hot and I figured that'd be important," you called back. He tensed, redness flooding from his face to his neck, before whipping around towards the forest. "It's Katsuki," he grumbled, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You laughed, yelling, "Byeee Katsuki!"

Stupid girl. Doesn't even know how good his name sounded coming from her damn mouth.

Stupid feelings.

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[sunricecake]

pretty in pink

tutor!robin x bimbo!reader

synopsis — in which robin is tasked to help you out with your grades, something that proves to be challenging as you subvert her expectations.

cw : nsfw 16+; fingering, praise kink, inexperienced reader, slight dumbification, a bit of degrading cos robin can be a meanie when she gets carried away :(

a/n : this is one of my fave pieces ever i love love love the idea of tutor robin it was so much fun to write i hope u all enjoy <33

when robin was asked by your professor to help you out with your grades, the initial thought that popped up in her head was that these tutoring sessions were gonna be a pain. 

you had quite the reputation; being part of the clique who walked around the school like you owned the place, always dolled up in coordinated outfits and never seeming to think of school as more than a fashion runway. you, the most clueless one in the group, who was notorious for borderline failing your classes if not for the support your parents give to the school.

everyone (except for you, probably) knew that there was no helping you, and that it would take a miracle for you to even comprehend first grade math. robin found more hope in teaching a cat to play dead than tutoring you.

this led her to two hypotheses — either you were going to be an insufferable popular girl who would make fun of her the whole time for being a nerd, or you wouldn't take anything seriously and just end up wasting her precious time.

but that all flew out the window when you came up to her with a doe-eyed gaze instead of a scrutinizing look — for the first time in her entire life, robin felt like she was wrong. you weren't snobby, no mean words came her way, no malice in your tone as you greeted her warmly.

with her assumptions debunked, she suddenly didn't know how to act around you. not with you sitting so close to her that at some point your perfume was all she could inhale and the twinkle in your eyes each time you batted them was all she could think of and her own thunderous heartbeat was all she could hear.

this was nothing like she prepared for.

“...did i finally get it right?” the tugging of your fingers on the sleeve of her dark denim jacket pulled her from her thoughts.

“robin, is there anything distracting you?”

uhm yea, just you being practically pressed against me that all i can feel is your body heat and your face is merely inches away and i can't stop looking at your glossed lips—

“no!” she'd blurted out a bit too loudly, her hand immediately coming up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “everything's —uh — i'm good.”

“what were you saying?”

“here,” you reached out a manicured finger to point towards an equation, the one robin remembered you'd been stuck in. you extended the hand opposite from robin's side, the action causing your arm to press against your chest and emphasize your cleavage in the low cut pink shirt you donned. robin swore the room just got smaller. 

“is it correct?” you asked in that sweet tone, brows furrowed delicately and pen resting between your teeth as you waited for her approval.

the paper sat on the polished wood of your study desk, a glaring reminder of the reason why robin was in this situation in the first place. your answer, a bunch of numbers boxed with a glittery inked pen, was painfully wrong. so far from the question that robin had no idea how you even came up with it. the poor girl, however, didn't have the heart to tell you that and risk seeing your pout at the disappointment of your effort going to waste. she'd just have to ask for your homework later on and change the answer herself, not like you'd notice it anyway. plus she was in dire need of a moment to recollect herself.

“good job, you got it!” robin said rather stiffly, voice high-pitched and squeaked, but that didn't stop the proud giggles that filled the room from her praise.

the tension in her shoulders melted away when your laughter resounded in her ears, a heavy breath she didn't notice she was holding puffing from her lips.

“i think we can take a break now,” she mumbled incoherently like the words were bricks weighing down her tongue, picking at her nails with the most concentration you've seen on her face that day.

“sorry what did you say?”

“let's take a break. we've been at it for too long and that's not good because you're probably overwhelmed by now and you won't be able to retain any of the information.”

“finally! i didn't know if i could take another second of staring at those numbers any more.” you sighed happily, clapping your hands together softly before placing them down on your lap.

robin only hummed in response, still focused on her nails like she was a spy set out on a mission her life depended on. you both shifted in your chairs at the uncomfortable silence. figuring she wasn't going to speak any time soon, you decided to shoot your shot, however in the dark it may be.

“so i thought of something, uh, fun we could do to pass the time.” you paused hesitantly when all you got was a noncommittal nod. “i mean, only if you want to.”

it's taking everything in robin to distract herself and keep her mouth shut, knowing herself enough to be sure that uttering even a single word would lead to her ruining her life, so she simply turns to you and raises an eyebrow. what she doesn't expect to see is you chewing your bottom lip and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt nervously.

you could barely look her in the eye as you continue but you muster all the courage you have, “i've seen the way you look at me.”

“what? what do you mean? i—”

“i know i can be a little slow sometimes—more than enough people have told me that— but i'm not entirely stupid.”

you place a hand on her knee tentatively, and the simple action almost makes robin stop breathing entirely and combust on the spot. she finally got your message, but she was still too unsure to act on it, afraid she might overstep a boundary.

you take the next step, moving closer to her til your legs find their place between hers. 

“can i kiss you?” 

robin's eyes flit down to your lips at the question before she whispers a soft “yes please.”

you place your glossed lips on her slightly parted ones, staying still for a while as sparks literally erupted in you. 

robin sensed your hesitation in the way you meekly moved your lips against hers, barely even kissing her, so she grabs your hips firmly and moves you onto her thighs, turning her head sideways to kiss you properly. your arms wrap around robin but in your flustered state flail helplessly, not knowing where to hold her.

god you were a pretty thing, but it was painfully obvious you had no idea what you were doing. 

robin's lips never leave yours, stealing your breaths and tasting the sticky sweet gloss on your lips til all you could think about was her tongue sliding against yours and her grunts and hums as she tastes you. she pulls away when she realises how lightheaded you became from the kiss, only clumsily moving your lips and letting her do all the work, still not used to it all. a soft smile graces her lips, covered in spit and gloss, when you look into her eyes with little hearts taking the place of your pupils.

“so pretty,” she speaks against your mouth, eyes half lidded and breath erratic. her thumb rubs across your swollen lips, the coldness of her rings on your heated cheeks causing you to shiver. a tight knot had begun coiling in your stomach, the feeling unlike anything you've experienced before. it was foreign, you couldn't name it, all you knew was that it felt good and was making your body heat up.

“more,” you whimper impatiently as you grab her hand and lead it down to your throbbing pussy, over the place you needed her most. 

“are you sure about this because—”

“please, robin. touch me.”

she didn't have to be told twice, her hand immediately sliding under your skirt and feeling you through your lace panty. you gasp and writhe in her arms, legs wrapping tighter around robin's hips as she draws circles over the cloth on your sopping cunt.

she moves your underwear to the side, muttering a so wet as she feels your slick on her fingers before finding your clit and flicking it slowly, the waves of pleasure making your hands tangle themselves in her dirty blonde hair to ground yourself. she groans deliciously in your ears as you tug on it, reveling in the way you react to her touches.

she readjusts her hand so her thumb can continue playing with your clit while her finger prods your hole, eyes scanning your face for confirmation. you allow her breathily, nerves tense in anticipation.

robin pushes one finger into your fluttering cunt, planting kisses on your throat as she waits for you to get used to the stretch. 

“you're taking me so well,” she speaks against your skin, the tightening of your hole causing her to chuckle. you were practically an open book in her hands.

“robin,” you rut your hips in desperation, wanting to feel her fingers do magic once more. “do something.”

“alright, i've got you.”

she curls her fingers and starts slowly, ingraining in her memory the way your eyes glaze and your lips fall slack with each thrust. not feeling satisfied with the pace, you grind your hips on her fingers and nearly jolt off her lap once she quickens the pace and fucks you harder with her fingers.

“ssh, you're too loud,” she says, reminding you of the compromising position you were in. but honestly, you could care less when she was making you feel this good.

despite being in the privacy of your study room, robin still wasn't one to take risks, and the chances of someone else hearing your sounds stirred something in her. she brings three fingers to your lips, and your mouth is quick to open and accommodate them. you gag lightly on her hand, the cool feeling of her rings on your tongue making your eyes water.

“you like that, don't you?” the blonde taunts, not missing the way you clench. you try to respond, but her fingers in your mouth only muffle the sound. not that your mind could come up with a coherent thought anyway.

“bet none of the words i'm saying right now are getting through your pretty head, huh?”

robin's eyes darken at the sight of you grinding on her fingers while you look at her with glossy eyes, never in her wildest dreams imagining you like this; a writhing, oversensitive puddle on the palm of her hands. 

you grip onto her shoulders for dear life as you feel yourself getting closer, the bright color of your gel nails glowing in contrast to the dark denim of robin's jacket. the band in your abdomen snaps, white stars flashing in your eyes as you bask in the pleasure. she pulls out her fingers as you come undone, letting you take in the air you very much needed. 

robin's pretty sure she'd just literally emptied your brain as you slumped in her arms, burying your head in the crook of her neck while you tried to steady your breathing.

“you were so good for me,” robin whispers against your head as she holds you close, rubbing circles on your back soothingly. a hazy smile beams on your face.

this wasn't the way robin planned your tutoring sessions to go, at all, but hey, she could get used to this.

#cake roll 🎀 #cream pies 🎀 #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley x you #stranger things imagine

[catnatch]

another souyo fic rec list!

this one is exclusively for fics that have never made it off the badbadbathouse/livejournal (to my knowledge/memory). I have my big ass list of every single souyo fill, but this one is curated with summaries, so hopefully it'll be useful to new p4 fans or anyone who doesn't know where to start with p4 on lj!

(these are all from bbbh, so the main post text for all these will be somewhat suggestive, but I will separate sfw fics from nsfw)

SFW fics!

Sunday, 7:43: I've mentioned before but my absolute fav P4 fic <3 even the prompt is the sweetest: a ficcy about the precise moment Yousuke realizes he's in love

Domesticity: Yosuke gets a gray hair :^)

Name That Tune: after Yosuke gives him a mixtape, Souji surprises him with the song he likes the most-- it goes exactly where you think but the buildup is still so good :') this one I feel like I did see on AO3 but I can't find it again if it is

The Frog in the Well (or, Yosuke and the wind.): character study of Yosuke's connection to his element (okay not so souyo but it's got such fantastic use of language...)

Sick Day: good old fashioned sick fic :') actually more of a ensemble fic rather than purely souyo, and the peeks of characterization therein are choice [warnings for vomit]

Cook the Food, Not the Kitchen: teaching the IT to cook- another ensemble fic! but souji def has plans for Yosuke in this one ;) unfinished but very amusing nonetheless

Façade: in order to go out on a public date, Souji elects to disguise as a girl. i like fics where they work thru their issues... but it's still quite fluffy! this one miiiight be on AO3 or ffn

One Way to Start the Morning: Yukiko and Yosuke talk about being in love with their best friends... as much as Yosuke can admit it anyway. realistically awkward but genuine Yosuke and Yukiko friendship, hooray! [warnings for one use of slur]

Whisperwind: Yosuke gains telepathic powers and it's too much (a sorta Carrie au). very surreal but well done horror fic (there is souyo but as you can imagine, it doesn't end well) [no smut but it is very gory so think maybe R? instead of NC-17; major character death]

Contact: souyo's relationship through touch. wonderful sense of tension and space throughout this fic, and i love viewing their progression thru one specific lens

Breaking Up is Hard To Do: Yosuke confesses... the night before Souji leaves. once again the genre is souyo/working on their issues. excellent, naturalistic dialog and not too angsty...

[untitled]: souyo told purely from other character's perspectives. unfortunately unfinished; we really need more outside pov fics !

A Special Report: "I like my women like my coffee" ngl rec-ing purely for Souji's answer ;D (nothing explicit but as u can expect from the prompt, suggestive jokes abound) also sports club trio ftw!!

NSFW fics below cut!

Play Time: Souji likes Yosuke's dick- even outside of sex! i am SUCH a big fan of casual, almost boring intimacy. adult in the best way, funny and so so domestic

The Last Breath We Take: sometime after Yosuke dies, Souji is sure he's being haunted. more bittersweet than outright sad :') (also the nsfw is very indirect and light) [warnings for major character death]

A Night Like This: Yosuke's dad finds out Yosuke's dating Souji and does not take it well. Yosuke isn't a complete pushover (but he is still a sad boy) so that's refreshing! [warnings for abuse]

Bruise My Head: Souji gets a bit fat and meets up with Yosuke years after. flashbacks (one is the short nsfw in this fic) are interspersed in this future fic, and it's an interesting examination how they might change and what stays the same (and how there's always something to work on) [warnings for eating disorders + brief self harm mention]

Technique: Yosuke totally knows what a blowjob is. totally. (smut that doesn't go perfectly >>>>>)

Its a Hard Life: Yosuke falls on hard times, becoming a prostitute and gets a regular who looks very familiar (it's Souji's dad). listen, I'm not gonna pretend that this one isn't carried by pure DRAMA and whump [warnings for dubcon + noncon]

Unfortunate Timing: souyo are having phone sex when Nanako has the WORST timing. Souji's dilemma is supremely entertaining, and we love bratty!Yosuke [warnings for Nanako? she's not a part of/aware of the sex per se but she's in the vicinity if that squicks you out]

Experience: Kanji learns a thing or two from established souyo. the Kanji pov is an interesting angle to view souyo and how well they work together [warnings for dp]

I HAVE NO DUNGEON, AND I MUST TROLL!: Yosuke has a personal blog- very personal- that starts getting hate from one anonymous Souji. this fic is unique for presenting the lj/comments true to life and there's a lovely floaty style to the offline sections; this fic is also an interesting look into Jerkji, who we don't see often in fan characterization anymore [warnings for manipulative!Souji; eating disorders (adjacent); dubcon; suicidal actions]

and finally Sympathy Crime even though pretty much everyone already knows about it AKA the fic where Adachi manipulates Yosuke into a relationship and it takes a tole on the investigation. heed the warnings of abuse, rape, torture, and suicidal thoughts/attempts seriously as the fic goes in depth to depict these, the horrifying effects, and then recovery. It does not pull any punches. The fic really understands how anyone can be susceptible to abuse and how important a support system/lack thereof is. It is incredibly well written- and that is in part because it has a message about horrendous acts of abuse. Additionally, it's a 200k+ (i think) word read so it is A Lot. Sympathy Crime is 100% not for everyone, but if you think you can tolerate reading the subject matter, there is a reason why this is a monolithic fic in P4 fandom history

#souyo #fic rec #very interesting to compare the trends of 2009 p4 fic as compared to 2020s.....

[yaemilko]

🪷 20. what if? (1718 words)

"i know it's been like what? two months? but i'm glad you two made up" hu tao spoke, glancing at ayato and you.

"yeah, it was a torture to watch, and even worse to be around cranky ayato" added kaeya, "anyway, i'm just glad you stopped being a jerk and properly apologized."

ayato softly laughed before hu tao spoke again "yeah but if you do that to my bestie again i'm gonna be the one both murdering you and organizing your funeral."

"noted" said ayato.

glancing around the room, you took a sip of your soda, preparing yourself for the next topic your friend group would dive into - completely not prepared for lumine to speak.

"oh c'mon tao, it's not like he hasn't apologized a million times already. and it's not like y/n isn't partially at fault for the whole thing."

you furrowed your brows, trying to figure out what your roommate meant by that. you were at fault? how? "excuse me?" you muttered, confused.

hu tao cut in at that moment, speaking over you, "honestly lumine, i love you but like? back off. who are you to say who's at fault and who's not?"

"i just spoke my mind" retorted lumine, "why are you picking a fight with me?"

"well, you spoke wrongly. i'm just saying."

"i-"

"ALRIGHT. ladies, calm down, it's all in the past now. besides, it's none of our business, it's y/n and ayato's. so, unless they have something to say, i suggest we drop this already." the tension was broken by kaeya, who then looked at both you and ayato as if he was expecting something.

"it is between us and i think none of you should have a say in it, however close we may be." you finally spoke.

"i agree. and i'll apologize as many times as i need. there's no need to get worked up over it, lum. we're good." ayato said, his eyes landing on lumine who was sitting next to him, and she nodded.

the conversation moved on smoothly after that, props to kaeya and hu tao for dispersing the tension and coming up with things to talk about, the latest one being some movie everyone but you seems to have watched.

you excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back you just stopped to stand in the doorway. you were looking at your friends, who haven't noticed your presence yet, quietly observing the room and the atmosphere. you couldn't help but notice how close ayato and lumine seemed like this, from afar, sitting next to each other, laughing and talking. at some particular thing ayato said, lumine laughed loudly, gently slapping his arm in the process, he smiled back at her. you couldn't figure out what was so funny.

this wasn't a novelty – for the past two months since you and ayato patched up your friendship, you've started noticing the little things the two of your friends did that made you wonder.. what if? you started noticing how you always felt like an outsider, even if then never tried to make you feel that way. sometimes you just felt like you were intruding on something you shouldn't be. you didn't let yourself go there completely though, but the thought was always there, in the back of your mind. what if they're falling for each other?

you shook your head, trying to get out of your thoughts, and started making your way back when your phone rang, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. suddenly, four pairs of eyes were on you, watching you, as you looked at the phone in your hand and sighing once you saw the caller.

"um. it's scara. i'm just gonna go to the balcony and talk to him for a bit, see what's up. you guys carry on, i won't be long." you said before making your way out and answering.

"hey." you breathed into the phone

"hi, are you free right now?" scaramouche greeted back.

"um, i'm at ayato's with hu tao, lumine and kaeya, but i can talk for a bit. what's up?"

"oh.. sorry for disturbing you then. i was just wondering if we could study for the upcoming exams together." he said

"you're not disturbing, and i'd love to! we're quite a pair when it comes to studying." you laughed.

he chuckled back, "hahahah yeah, alright then. we'll text about the details then?"

you hummed into the phone, "yeah. uh. scara? could i talk to you for a bit?"

"..of course. what's bothering you?"

"i'm just.. hypothetically, what would you do if the person you had feelings for started catching feelings for your friend and you watched it happen. i mean – you're not sure about them catching feelings, but you have a pretty good hunch, you know what i mean?" you said in one breath, breathing in loudly once you were done.

he paused for a moment before answering, "yes i do know what you mean. is this about lumine and ayato?"

"how did you know..?"

it was his turn to sigh, "i'm not blind y/n, i've noticed them hanging out, and about you.. is that necessary to answer? of course i'd notice you had feelings. are you forgetting we've known each other for basically our entire lives?"

"damn. i tried to hide it tho.. was it that noticeable??"

a small laugh escaping him once again, he answered "hahah, to your close friends, yes. what happened for you to ask this?"

you leaned over the railing, softly humming into the phone "hmm.. it's just a thought i've been having for a while now. actually, i've had it ever since they met. nothing in particular happened, you just should've seen them earlier. a big part of me is screaming that it's obvious they caught feelings.. you know she even defended him earlier? i just.. don't know.." you breathe out, "so what would you do?"

silence envelops you both again while he gathers his thoughts, "..shit. i can't tell you that, y/n. it's on you to decide how to act, and even if i told you what to do you wouldn't listen."

"fair enough but like, what are my options? i'm stuck."

he sighed, "well, you could either confront them or ignore it and try to move on... or tell him about your feelings."

"and have him turn me down? nah, i dont think i could handle that."

"what makes you think he'd turn you down?" he said immediately after, no uncertainty in his voice whatsoever.

"have you been listening? i told you i think he's starting to catch feeling for lumine. i can't do that. besides, i already blew our chances of ever getting back together long ago. i just want this to be over. i want to move on." you rambled, exasperated.

"there you go. you should know what's best for you. and y/n?"

"yeah?" you breathed out.

"lumine's your friend. even if she liked him, i doubt she'd get in a relationship with him, knowing your history."

chuckling, you said "hah, i wonder about that.. anyway, thank you. i'm sorry for dumping all of this on you."

"it's alright. i'm always here to listen to you, that's what friends are for, right?"

moment of silence. then, "right. i should go now, i'll text you later, kay?"

"okay. bye, y/n."

"talk to you later, scara."

after hanging up, you decided to remain on the balcony for a bit longer, sorting the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. what was the best thing to do?

you don't know how much time passed with you standing there, staring into nothingness, before your peace was broken by the sound of the balcony door opening, the one person clouding your thoughts walking out and joining you.

"are you alright? you've been gone for quite some time" ayato spoke, breaking the silence

you looked at him briefly, then turned back and stared at the cityscape again. "i'm great. just got lost in thoughts for a bit. it's beautiful up here, isn't it?"

he smiled, "it is." coming out from him before he moved to stand next to you, joining you in staring at nothing ahead.

you knew what you had to do – universe gracefully blessed you with this opportunity. you wanted to know. you had to ask. so you did.

the sound of silence was broken by your sudden question. "hey ayato.. do you like lumine?" and then you turned to look at him, the little voice in the back of your mind hoping he'd say you were wrong.

he looked at you once again, his eyes burning holes right through you. the silence was deafening and you found yourself wishing you'd never asked. you weren't ready for the answer. he searched your eyes for a long moment, his gaze so powerful it hurt, but you didn't dare look away. you wondered what he was looking for, why was it taking him so long to answer.

he opened his mouth, preparing to say something, then closed it again. breaking eye contact, he looked away and sighed like he was defeated.

".. i think i do. why?"

you could feel something inside you breaking. why does it have to be like this? you were prepared to hear that, you knew it for months now, but why does it still hurt like that?

despite the turmoil of emotions in your soul, you smiled. you can get through this, you thought to yourself. don't let him know that hurt. it's your fault for not getting rid of your feelings earlier.

"oh, it's just a thought i had and i wanted to check. thank you for telling me though."

"... yeah."

awkwardness filled the air, you not knowing what to say anymore, and wanting to just jump off that damned balcony or burn the whole apartment complex down with you in it. it'd be easier that way, you thought.

"well, should we get inside now? it's kinda chilly out here." you chuckled again, hurriedly moving towards the balcony door.

"y/n, wait."

you stopped in your tracks and then turned to look at him again.

"yeah?"

ayato looked at the ground, then looked at you once more, awkwardly scratching his head.

"do you think i have a chance with her?"

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a/n – i'm sorry . anyway! see you all on tuesday since i won't be able to update until then! also - have you listened to midnights? if so – come tell me your fav songs <3 thank you for reading and enjoying the story!!

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[angieloveshua]

“My five starts danmei novels.” Short, well, you do know, not short reasons why I like them.

🎋 —C Language Cultivation.

carrd.

Programming? Cultivation? A pretty man with long hair? Fucking swipe my card— wait, I don't own a card... Anyways, you get my point!

This novel, C Language Cultivation, had all the possible elements to make it into the top of my favourite novels. Did it achieve it? Well, fellas, it is in the post for something!

Believe me, for a moment, I was crazy enough to think that studying Computer Science because of this book was a good idea of a degree (it is, but Angie is a literature girl), so Imagine how good it is.

If you're done with slow burn (I'm never done with slow burn, but there are times when I appreciate a couple who gets straight to the point), read C Language Cultivation! Dong Jun and Lin Xun had THEE tension going on from the moment they've met, and I was screaming with every single interaction.

I believe this novel had one of the best plot twists I've read in my entire life (and I've been reading since I was 10, guys, 10 years old!). I was literally staring into the wall, trying to process what I've just read. I still can't believe how it fucking played with me.

Alas, Dong Jun and I share birthdays! Do you need another reason to start reading it, like, mmm, NOW?

🎋 —Beyond The Outline.

carrd.

Grab yourself to something because this is the second, THE SECOND novel with almost no angst (there are sad moments, but it's mostly cute) that I ranked as a five starts book. The author? Obviously, Mu Gua Huang.

You see, guys, Mu Gua Huang makes me love happiness and to be quite addicted to it. Once I started this novel, I would keep reading it until 5 a.m., and it was worth it!

Beyond The Outline has a precious message behind the hilarious and mysterious situation where two high school students, completely opposite from each other, switch bodies after being hit by lightning. I was this emoji 🥺 all the time.

I love this couple. Shao Zhan 🤧, look, I don't mean to spoil you, but he does something that I was like, “No man will do this for me never. He's the last romantic.” He's the best boy and the best boyfriend. If someone hates him, they seriously need some help.

🎋 —Alpha Predator.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Some of you may say, “Angie, didn't you review this novel before?” And I will do it again.

Alpha Predator is the last novel of the 188男团 (if you don't know, basically, the gongs are all 188 and scummy) and the best I've read from Suida. This book basically fell from the sky for me. I was on a reading block (is that the right term in English?) and needed something that made me retake my usual reading rhythm. May I aggregate that this has been the best novel I read in 2023 by so far? It is.

As the title suggests, Alpha Predator is an ABO world where rank plays an important role in society. The ML and scummy gong (mi bebé solo estaba jugando) is an S class Alpha, which means he is the one on top of the pyramid. I love Qu Moyu, and I am willing to defend him with my life. I accept that I tweeted that he was a stupid Alpha, but we all make mistakes, hahaha.

I love QuShen. 💜 They are my favourite 188 couple, and the best, in my not so humble opinion. They admire each other, and they come to love each other despite all the misunderstandings, and that makes me 🤧.

If you like scummy gongs and trust my taste, give it a try!

🎋 —Po Yun.

carrd.

What do we have here? My last reading, the best crime book, and the novel that made me couldn't look my chemistry teacher straight in the eye! The last point is kind of a long story that I'll tell you some other day.

Anyways, who are these sexy gentlemen? I'll introduce you to Yan Xie and Jiang Ting, the protagonists and couple of Po Yun!

I have great memories of reading this novel. I remember sending voice messages to one of my friends about this book: “Girl, you wouldn't believe what just happened...” Dalia and I agree that this is an amazing book.

I also found it quite realistic in the aspect of how much can drugs fuck up someone's life. I won't elaborate on this because it's spoiler, but you will piece a lot of things once you know about a certain character past.

As for the romance, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHY THE FUCK I WASN'T IN THAT WEDDING. I WOULD HAVE CRIED WHILE DRINKING EXPENSIVE WINE (I don't even like wine). They're HOT and they LOVE each other.

🎋 —First-Class Lawyer.

carrd.

Look, maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of law school if it were as entertaining as this novel, but it wasn't in my case. Putting that new fun fact about me aside, welcome to First-Class Lawyer by Mu Su Li.

This novel is set in a futuristic environment, so Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan are not just lawyers but interstellar lawyers. Amazing, isn't it? The mystery involves the other planets, so you'll see them space-travelling to find out the truth. And if that didn't sell you, Yan Suizhi is “dead.” Yup, our main character was awakened from death and put in another body in the first chapter. As the critics (me) say, “You know the book is good when the author kills the protagonist in the first page.”

The couple, aw. Imagine having someone you could tell anything, it doesn't matter how insignificant it is, and that they listen to you and that they love you so much —that's Gu Yan and Yan Suizhi. They're also teacher × student, from those who like that kind of dynamic!

As I told you in the beginning, this is written by Mu Su Li, author of QQGK, which means it is freaking good!

Some of you may be wondering, “Where the fuck is BAB?” I'M WAITING FOR OFFICIAL ART. 😭 HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO ART BAIT YOU IF THERE IS NO OFFICIAL ART???? /cries in it's my favourite book and it doesn't have art even though it was signed to a lot of publications

[coughs] I hope you like this pt. 4 of Angie recs! I don't know when I'll post the next, but this is my humble effort of making you read these amazing novels!

#angie recs #danmei #danmei recs #c language cultivation #beyond the outline #alpha predator #po yun #first class lawyer #wrote his at 3 am again

[ram-on]

whenyourbirdisbroken asked:

Hi ram-on! Thanks for your tags on that fic rec for Carry That Weight, I've never read that fic but your tags made it sound very interesting! What are other McLennon fics you like, if you don't mind sharing?

Hello there, @whenyourbirdisbroken! Thank you for my very first Beatles related ask and sorry for the late reply!! I discovered fanfiction through the Beatles fandom, I had never read fanfic before! But I'm still too bad at bookmarking things, so I'll certainly forget some I loved. Still, here's a list of those I can remember now:

Carry That Weight and its sequence Hello Goodbye by @waveofahand It's a massive work by a massive talent and it has a very special place in my heart. @idontwanttospoiltheparty described it very well in their recent post about it, and I added a bit of my commentary in the tags. Don't worry about the length, you don't have to read the two parts to enjoy it, but also if you start from the beginning and it's your cup of tea you may soon discover you never want it to end!

 Mums, Yur Boys are Crying by waveofahand. If you love hurt/comfort, this fic includes both John and Paul suffering - John's mom dying and Paul helping him go trhough the funeral, etc, and then Paul himself getting into another situation, and John worrying about him too. The boys are young but there's kindness, maturity and wisdom in it and the typical picturesque, novel-like features of waveofhand's prose. A special bonus are the very charming scenes between Mimi and Paul which may colour your perception of the interactions between those two forever (I always expect them to act like that in other fics). It's also a delightfully finished fic, it has a beautiful ending and conclusion.

Everything by merseydreams . As you may notice, I'm mostly a fan of drama and angst, but @merseydreams are my favorite exception. They're a comedy genius, their fics are romantic, charming, witty, very vivid and enjoyable both on story-buld level and micro-sentence level. I've often told them they should write scripts for sitcoms and romantic comedies/dramedies and other good things. Also good thoughtful characterization, relationship study-ing and dialogue too (so there's seriousness in them too! They're ultimately happy but not fluffy.). I love all their fics but I guess The Birthday Party is the best by being the longest, if you somehow missed it go read it ASAP! 

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc)  by fingersfallingupwards.  This fic is so touching, that I don't know how to describe it. It's a very poetic, imaginative and unique story about John&Paul-forever and time travel. About the connection of their souls in a fantastical but poignant sense that somehow fits them so much. Might make you cry but it's worth it. Also, completely finished fic as well, with a thrilling emotional twist towards the end. Might be the most complete fic I've read. The fic also provide very good context for the flaming pie anecdote :-)

On our way back home by Kathleenishereagain. This one is also about time travel, but in a different way, basically about old Paul getting back to being young again and how he'd do things differently. I think it's quite popular so you probably all know it. (Funny thing is I never thought I'd care about time travel, but ultimately it's just a writing vessel and aren't we always time travelling when we fantasise about the Beatles?) 

Close The Door Lightly When You Go by RosalindBeatrice. Set in 1979 when Paul comes to visit John in the Dacota, who acts like he doesn't want him there. It's awesome, one of those fics, in which they have real tension and problems which makes it all more real. It's mostly inner-thoughs and dialogue-driven but very intense nontheless, great characterisation, great attention to detail, just fantastic for lovers of post break up relationship studies and excellent writing.

The Wild Horses trilogy, from which I especially love the last part, Son of a Shining Path. It's about young Paul and John and Paul being abused by his father, and the first part might be a bit too dark for some. But I love the writing, and especially in the third part (which has no abuse but other suffering) I just love how well being worried about someone you love and being unable to show it is written in the end there. It's subtle, very realistic in its details, I love it.

I'm Looking Through You by @idontwanttospoiltheparty That's the only fic in this list which is still a work in progress, still updated. If you follow the author on Tumblr you know how smart they are, and their fic is just as thoughtful and attentive to the Beatles history, the music and the psychology of it all. The story gets more exciting and rich whith each chapter, I fell in love with the last three. It also pays attention to all four of the Beatles and their human sides and motivations in a way that rarely happens. Last chapter included the best incorporation of the Manila adventures I've read in fic. Just many emotionally packed and thrilling scenes all around (also that thing I just wrote about being worried about someone and being frozen about how to help them which I love being written realistically in fics -- is here too.) Go read it if you haven't and let's read the next update soon together!!

Widow by abromeds on LJ. This story is more than a decade old, but it's no wonder it still appears in fic recs. It's about death and grief - not John but Paul dying like John did - so it's truly dark, not like fun angsty, but truly deeply dramatic and real. So you might think why read something sad, but maybe you should, because it's so good. It's also serious writing on meaningful topic and I think the fictional element (Paul dying and not John) somehow helps it being more bearable and at the same time makes you think about the actual reality and we kinda avoid doing it, don't we? And it's just very well written, there are also very plausible-sounding flashbacks of their history and relationship through the years (the one about why John actually climbed the fence in Cavendish is my favorite!), so it's not really all about death. And my absolutely favorite thing in ''Widow'' is the very ending, the last sentence even. It's the most perfect, most poignant ending this story could have had, an ending any good fuckin literature could have. Sometimes I walk on the streets and think about that ending. 

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This fic rec is got too wordy, so I'll end this here, although there are other fics I've enjoyed just as much, but I'll add them some other time!

Always feel free to recommend me some fics too (or to share your thoughts on the already mentioned!)

#fanfic rec #Beatles fic #mclennon #John and Paul

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Autistic LU chain headcannons!

Including some gender and sexuality bc for me those are very tied to my autism. Most of this is rooted in their personalities, but some of this just appeared in my mind and didn't go away XD. Infodump incoming!!! :D

Time

Time uses they/them pronouns bc they literally have no idea what gender is

Has a lot of verbal shutdown episodes. They're able to communicate with sign language most of the time

Almost completely nonverbal as a child (Mask era)

When they do speak it's very monotone

More shutdowns than meltdowns

Time does really prolonged eye contact (to the point of awkward for allistics) bc it's all or nothing for them

Favorite stims: humming, playing ocarina, tapping their chest/collarbone

Lots of verbal stims, so nonverbal episodes and shutdowns can be hard to recover from since they can't do their favorite stims

If given the opportunity, they will only drink milk. No other sustenance.

Must be reminded to eat, can't interpret their bodies' internal cues very well

Very confrontational - will absolutely throw hands at ableists

So incredibly loyal. Once they think you're family, they will never, ever, ever let you go or let anything happen to you

Special interests: cows, masks (as a child, not as prominent anymore), and Time has memorized every single "dad joke" they've ever heard and LOVE telling jokes to break tension or cheer the others up

Asexual, biromantic, sex-positive

Warriors

Highest masking because of his time as a soldier

Hard for allistics to identify as autistic bc he's so good at masking

He has a lot of anxiety surrounding unmasking and showing his autistic traits, so he simply does not

That obviously doesn't work, so during the war he was constantly stressed and had meltdowns or shutdowns very frequently

Zelda and Impa tried to help, but there was so much going on that they couldn't do much

Mask and Wind helped a LOT during the war. Warriors wanted to make sure they were taken care of and could show their autistic traits, so he became a lot more comfortable with his own and created a more accepting environment

SO good at people reading, because he just memorized everything and watched everyone's every move

That gets quite overwhelming and causes shutdowns a lot

Doesn't have verbal shutdown episodes super often, but when he did in the war Proxi would copy his voice and speak for him. He's able to communicate with sign

Scarf is comfort item

The most ritualistic of the whole chain. Wars has very specific routines for most things that he does, and breaking routine is the biggest reason he has meltdowns

His meltdowns are very internalized, and he just likes to be left alone

He is now very confrontational about ableism

Also very very very loyal

He also has a lot of black and white thinking, and a strong sense of justice

Favorite stims: swaying while standing, shifting weight from foot to foot, spinning

When he's really happy he'll bring his arms up and like shake them back and forth in front of himself? Like his hands are flapping/shaking back and forth, but in fists, and his elbows are bent to his hands are almost in front of his face (I can see it in my mind but I'm having trouble explaining it)

Special interests: battle strategizing (could tell you very specific facts about any battle from any point in time that he's studied), loves to sew

Asexual, aromantic, sex-neutral

Wind

He has never once sat still in his entire life

Has never finished anything in a timely manner, ever

Always asks a lot of clarification questions, and he gets confused when allistic people get offended by his questions

Also has ADHD

Little to no voice volume control

That becomes an issue with the Links that are more sound sensitive, so it's something they're all trying to work on finding a compromise for

Favorite stims: rocking, chewing

He has a chewy stim toy that he wears around his neck. Grandma made it for him so he would stop putting things in his mouth

Loves the sensory aspects of being underwater

Always walking on his toes. As a child he was always toe walking, but his Grandma didn't know to correct that, so now Wind physically can't stand flat footed for long periods of time

He has a lot of trouble with routine. The autistic part of him wants the routine, but the ADHD wants spontaneity and usually wins

Has a lot of trouble keeping his things tidy and with personal hygiene (Wars helps with hygiene bc he is excellent at it due to his routines)

He doesn't really have shutdowns, just meltdowns

They involve a lot of loud screaming and self-injurious behavior

Biggest sensory issues: FOOD (bc he wasn't introduced to a lot of different foods and textures on Outset Island), under-stimulation

Special interests: sailing, pirates, also characters from a storybook his Grandma used to read to him and Ayrll every single night (at Wind's insistence)

Hyperverbal

Most likely to infodump

Asexual, aromantic, sex-repulsed

Wild

No gender. What's gender. Genderfluid, changes pronouns based on mood, and usually sticks with one set for long periods of time

Lost the ability to mask when they lost their memories

So they're the easiest for allistics to identify as autistic

Most people in their world don't care, but they have experienced some ableism since they can't mask

Entirely nonverbal. They use the sheikah slate as an AAC device

Cloak is comfort item

Favorite stims: hand flapping and bouncing on their toes

They walk almost exclusively on their toes and always have the dinosaur hands

Even mix of meltdowns and shutdowns

SO so so bad at understanding body language, sarcasm, etc.

They have a lot of trouble existing in a group. Like they'll wander off or do something dangerous and then not really understand why what they did was wrong (BUT they still love the chain of course)

Biggest sensory issues: crowds, lots of voices talking at once

LOVE deep pressure

Special interest: cooking, horses, cataloguing plants in the sheikah slate

Pre-calamity one of their special interests was sheikah tech, so they secretly LOVED going around with Flora researching sheikah tech

Asexual, panromantic, sex-repulsed

(Despite these being my autistic wild headcannons, I use almost none of these in Authenticity lol. Wild's autistic traits in that fic are primarily based on my own)

Legend

Gender?? Who's she?? Genderfluid, similar to Wild, but pronouns change more frequently

Not very good at accommodating themself

They often push themself WAY past their limits and then have long burnout periods

But they've gotta save the world, so it's fine, right? (Answer is no. It is very bad)

Must be reminded to sleep, and they have a lot of issues with sleeping

They often come across as rude to allistics, but that is generally not their intention, they're just bad at (allistic) communication

When they intend to be rude you'll KNOW

They have a really hard time communicating feelings and emotions, which frustrates them a lot and is hard for people trying to help them

This is especially an issue for the chain bc most of the time none of them can "read between the lines" and figure out what Legend is trying to say

Has never once gotten rid of anything because what if they need it? And also it is a part of their stuff and it has it's very specific place, so if it was gone then that place would be empty and then what would they do??????

Everything has a Place and they HATE when people touch or move their stuff

Biggest sensory issues: clothing, textures

Pants are a battle. People have given up.

Pants make Legend's legs THROB and feel like thousands of tiny knives are stabbing their skin. So they simply do not wear pants

Favorite stims: twirling their rings and other jewelry, rubbing good textures, humming (Marin's song)

Harmful stims: hitting things or themself (usually hitting their thighs)

Special interests: magical items, jewelry (jewelry with magical properties are the COOLEST SHIT)

Pansexual, polyamorous

Hyrule

There is no gender here. Gender makes no sense. They/them

They also have ADHD

Love asking questions because they want to understand every single detail of all these new exciting eras

Absolutely can't tell what tone they speak in

Really bad at paying attention to their surroundings

Attention span is practically nonexistent

They often wander off without even meaning to and don't realize until they're completely lost

Sometimes need to be reminded to do self care tasks

Have frequent verbal shutdown episodes that last for a long time. They can communicate with sign, and they also sometimes stick close to Wild and use Wild's AAC slate function

Favorite stim: running their hands through their hair (their hair is almost always dirty bc of this), shaking/twisting their hands

Harmful stim: skin picking

The skin picking is an ISSUE because it sometimes causes blood, and the blood curse is a thing

Biggest sensory issues: crowds and voices and also bright lights

Tendency to freeze and shut down when overwhelmed (this was an issue a lot during their adventures, but not so much now that the chain has their back)

Special interests: biology/anatomy, and there's a series of books they once found in an abandoned town that they LOVE. Books are hard to come by in their era so those are their absolute most prized possession

Asexual, aromantic, sex-repulsed

Sky

Bi-gender, he/she

Comfort items: sailcloth, Loftwing plush toy from Zelda, Master Sword

He carries around the loftwing plush absolutely everywhere he goes. She has a special protected pocket in his bag for when it isn't safe to carry her in his hands. Her name is Brenda (because my favorite stuffed animal friend is named Brenda and I'm in charge XD)

Favorite stims: jumping/bouncing in place, flapping his arms like a loftwing, humming, moving his fingers in the motions of playing his harp

Harmful stims: pulling her hair, hitting his ears when overstimulated

Eye contact???? Absolutely not. She will look everywhere except the person speaking to her

His biggest sensory sensitivity is sound

There was never much going on in Skyloft (other than things he was used to) and it's pretty small, so he got VERY easily overwhelmed on the Surface when he first started his adventure. Fi often had to guide her to a safe spot where he could get through a meltdown or shutdown

She still gets really easily overwhelmed and usually is nonverbal for the first bit of time after a portal shift while he adjusts to his surroundings

He's not great at communicating at all during his verbal shutdown episodes

When she gets overwhelmed she freezes and shuts down. He's more likely to have a meltdown once he's in a safe place

Since he gets overwhelmed so easily, Sky needs a LOT of sleep. More so than the other Links. Sky is banned from taking middle watch

She loves doing tasks that require intricate detail, like woodcarving and embroidery

Special interests: loftwings of course

As a child Sky related much more to her loftwing than he did any people, so his relationship with his loftwing is one of the most important things in her life

Bisexual, polyamorous

Got SO confused when people say he isn't supposed to have more than one partner

Like why??? He likes them both??? The more the merrier???? Makes no sense, does not comprehend

Twilight

Very good at routines. He loves routines. They're so great

Also, similarly, patterns. Twilight can pick out patterns in anything

He gets really irritated when something breaks pattern or is slightly uneven

He loves being on a farm and doing morning routines of feeding the animals

He's always always always related more to animals than people

Animals make sense, people don't

He's still not very good at allistic "social standards," so he's among the easiest for allistics to identify as autistic

Hyper-empathetic

But he doesn’t always know how to help. Wolfie is great for this

He has trouble with the sensory changes that come with shifting to/from his wolf form. Wolves and Hylians have very different sensory experiences, so adjusting between the two takes him a while. Once he's adjusted it's fine, it's just the adjusting itself that's hard

Has verbal shutdown episodes after meltdowns. They don't last super long, and he can usually talk again after a good night's sleep. He can communicate with sign during the episodes

Wolf pelt is comfort item

Favorite stims: touching good textures, rocking, humming

Harmful stims: biting his knuckles

Absolute favorite stim is rubbing his soft wolf pelt on his face, specifically over his mouth and on his upper lip

Special interests: goats, wolves. He knows every. Single. Fact.

Second most likely to infodump

Asexual, biromantic, sex-positive

Four

Too much gender to pick just one. They/them

Comfort item: a little wooden action figure toy thing their grandpa made for them. Four's had it their whole life and never ever goes anywhere without it. It's usually in a special pocket on the inside of their tunic

Most black and white thinker of the group

Four can't grasp or comprehend any nuance or sarcasm or anything in the abstract

They ask SO MANY questions, bc that is their way of understanding the world

They don't really understand most of Time's dad jokes, but they like it when the others laugh

Must be reminded to eat and drink water

Does not like touching other people or being touched by other people

Has more meltdowns than shutdowns

Their little body can't contain all the big feelings and the feelings have to come out somehow

Like Legend they also have a lot of trouble communicating feelings and needs

Biggest sensory issue: sensory symmetry. Everything must be even!!! Also big feelings ^

Favorite stims: they really like the smell of metal, bouncing on toes, spinning, love stim toys

Four never really stops stimming, but they've learned to do it discreetly (bc masking)

They love tinkering, and they love stim toys, so they've made themself a LOT of stim toys. They also love making stim toys for the rest of the chain. (They made a perfectly silent and very discreet one for Wars bc he has the most trouble unmasking)

Harmful stims: head banging

Special interest: tools. Four wants collect every tool in existence, and wants to know exactly what it does. Especially blacksmithing tools, bc Four also really likes blacksmithing

Demisexual, biromantic

Disclaimer: every autistic person has a different way of experiencing the world. I am only one person, so my experience is largely limited to myself. I tried to have links be very diverse in their experiences :)

Feel free to add some of your own autistic or otherwise neurodivergent headcannons!!!!!

#ace's lu analysis #autistic chain #lu headcanons #linked universe #linkeduniverse #im having so many thoughts #autism #autistic characters #lu wild #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu twilight #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #the lu boyos #i have spent HOURS on this XDXD #it has been so much fun #shoutout to Brenda #my Brenda is a whale shark #I got her at the Georgia Aquarium #i'm working on getting more comfortable taking Brenda into public with me because I always feel better when I do #but I'm worried people will be mean about it

[bengiyo]

I Told Sunset About You Rewatch Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

It's time for the tension episode. This is where things come to a head. Let's just go.

This boy really liked Oh-aew so much that it rewired his sense of smell. It's really incredible how much Billkin was willing to be unattractive in this show. This team understood that to be truly beautiful, there needs to be a little ugly.

I'm really glad they took time for us to see Teh thank Hoon for the plane ticket.

I forgot we started with Oh-aew in the tub. The girlies were not ready.

Of course Teh is up at 4 am for Oh, but he wouldn't get up for Tarn. That poor girl. Look at Tuty in the background watching this gay shit go down.

Teh asking Tarn to go off with his friends while they all watch silently from behind the screen is still one of the best scenes in the e fire show. Will also never get over PP making Billkin cry for accidentally hitting him too hard during the horseplay.

See, even Tarn knows that Teh is making exceptions for Oh he wouldn't make for her.

They just love letting Billkin play Teh being awkward. The cut to Oh falling behind Bas? Incredible. Bas always knew what was going on and was so powerless to do anything about it.

Teh is actively flirting and confusing everyone!

"I'll be with Bas, then," but looks directly at Teh? Both of these boys need to stop using Tarn and Bas as a way to one-up each other.

This going back and forth between them, Oh-aew? Heart wrenching.

Truly, how much money have PP and Billkin made from Lays because of this scene on the deck?

Poor Bas. Puts his heart out there and gets crushed. Oh knew what agreeing to that New Year's date would mean. At least be has enough class to let Bad down.

This couch scene is great because it almost feels like it could be from a multi-cam sitcom.

Hammock scene my beloved. Oh-aew is so brave. He breaks the subtext of all of their interactions and pushes Teh directly. Lets him know as they're literally on top of each other that Teh is the source of his confusion about Bas. He asks Teh the question in a way that doesn't let him deny it. Teh knows it's coming and pretends like he doesn't. "I think you know. You really don't? But I think you do. Or you really don't? But I do think you know?" Teh can't help but ask, "Since when?" And can only answer "I don't know." And admit his desire for closeness when Oh leans forward and pushes.

And now Skyline. It's out in the open now. They may not have moved much, but everything shifted.

Oh, Tarn. I need you and Bas to get a scene like Lennier and Vir in Babylon 5 where they commiserate about Delenn and Londo.

Oh shit Teh is wearing the shirt. It's about to go down.

I get it, Teh. Oh-aew is just so alluring. This man is on the floor inhaling the paper. Mess of his face. He is so gone.

Skyline really is undefeated. The amount of control Oh exerts over Teh with just his presence is just so incredible to watch even still three years later.

"Why do you have to think so hard about it? Forget about it. Do whatever you feel like. There's no need for an answer, if there's no answer." This is what I'm saying!! We get so caught up in the warring over labels. They're just tools to help us think about ourselves. Oh knows intrinsically that these two are drawn to each other and it's stronger than what he's ever felt for Bas. That feeling is what matters. He offers Teh the time and patience of "secret" to let him figure it out. You can see Teh instantly relax at that and try to fall back into the flirtatious studying they've been doing.

Man, what is it about Teh? If Teh tells him he can't quit, Oh always finds a way to dig deeper.

Jesus, Skyline remains undefeated.

"As promised." It gets me every time.

I tell ya. It's always queer boys and their moms.

I don't know what went wrong with the original translation scene or the final scene from this episode when they were in post, but what we got was so good from the reshoots that I legit never want to see the discarded takes.

I still can't believe they filmed this while surrounded by tourists. The translation scene is still my favorite confession in BL. Oh knew what was happening. He knows Teh is flirting through these Chinese lessons. It's absolutely incredible. It's just so much. Teh connected the series that helped him find his purpose to his feelings for Oh. Just omg.

That's right, Tuty! Regulate!! You can smell the sexual energy! Don't let nothing gay happen on your watch!!!

Notice that the leg touching begins as soon as Tuty leaves? She lost focus and now look at us.

Oh is so careful, he mentions being tired from walking before touching Teh's leg. He's giving Teh another way to ease in by framing it as normal help. But the score knows. Oh's hand on the inside of his thigh knows.

Oh's shirt literally says sunset, and Teh is wearing the branded shirt. They wanted us to know how this was really the climactic moment of the show. That's where his head is still at.

JFC Teh pushing Oh's face to say he's not ready for that. Look. I need to pause for this one. So many of my young encounters did not begin with or ever involve kissing. It's just too much. We can rub each other's legs and grope all night, but there's something about kissing when you're in the closet that makes it too much. Oh made it clear it's what he wanted, Teh couldn't give it to him, but they can still touch.

"What if there are two male protagonists?" I was holding my breath at this point in 2020.

It's the way Teh can't stop moving as he pulls Oh onto his chest. He just can't stop touching. The breathing gets heavy. We know where this is going. And then he stops at Oh's chest and the spell is broken.

The hot, bothered, and devastated look on Oh's face is the most impressive single expression I've seen in all of BL.

The silence at the end is deafening, and then we go into PP singing Skyline? I remember this week breaking us.

What an incredible episode. All of the games. All of the rituals. All of the safety valves. All of the blinders. All of it just to have Teh bail in the moment because he faced the physical reality that Oh wasn't a woman. He once again made Oh think he wasn't enough after pouring it on thick all episode. Goddamn.

#i told sunset about you #thai bl #bl series #itsay meta #Ben watches

[scribbledbeans]

A Moment of Rest

Summary: Yes studying is important but your health is too. Allow Satan to cuddle you and rest awhile. Warnings: None Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: Happy belated birthday to one of my favorite demon brothers. Another self indulgent fic basically just a reminder for myself.

It's finals week and you are NOT prepared. It's not like you haven't been paying attention in class, no, quite the opposite. You always gave the professor your full attention, it was those pesky brothers. Any spare moment you had was instantly taken up by one of them pulling you away to do any and every thing with them. It seemed like you could never get an actual moment of silence around the House of Lamentation. R.A.D. wasn't even a suggestion of a study spot, if the brothers weren't going to bother you it was random other demons that would love to pester the 'lowly human' in their halls. Your room was just a ticking time bomb of a trap. The brothers have almost no respect for what is your private domain.

With a heavy sigh you make your way through the halls of The House of Lamentation, trying to figure out where you could go to study in peace. Like your body went on autopilot, you find yourself stopped in front of the Avatar of Wrath's bedroom door. He was the one most likely to allow you to study in silence. You knock on the old wooden door, sounds of rusting pages follow quickly after.

"For the last time Asmodeus, I'm not-!" Satan swings his bedroom door open, dark green aura dissipating after seeing your face. "-oh! MC, I apologize, I thought my brother was back to try and drag me out to some jewelry store again. Please, come in." He gestures for you to enter.

"I'm sorry if this is a bad time, Satan." You're careful to step over the sprawled out books on the floor of the room. There were more than usual so you'd assume he was working on something important.

"No need, I was simply trying to find a certain encyclopedia I was gifted. Was there something I could do for you?" Satan leans against his desk with his arms crossed.

"I was just wondering if I could study in your room for a bit. I need a quiet place to cram for finals." You let out an airy laugh. "Your room seemed like the prime location for some peace and quiet."

"Of course, feel free to set up all your notes and textbooks on my desk. You don't mind me studying in here with you, do you?" He takes his own textbooks off his desk to make room for you.

"I mean, it's your room. It'd be rude to kick you out."

"Hah, I'm just making sure. Didn't want to distract you from your studies." He settles himself on the floor in front of his bed, motioning for you to take the desk chair. You spread your books across his desk and start your nose dive into the long cram session ahead of you.

The room has been silent for hours, the only noises being heard were pages turning and pencils scratching. The occasional long sigh would leave your lips causing Satan to peak from his own work at your slowly slouching form. Once he witnessed the tension in your shoulders as you rub your face he decides it has been long enough.

"Alright, come here." Satan snaps his textbook shut and lifts himself back onto his bed. You look back to him with a confused expression. He leans himself back against the headboard, legs spread wide enough for you to lay between them. "I said come here." His voice was stern, no anger was present though.

"I need to keep studying, this test is first thing tomorrow morning and I can't afford to get anything below a B." Your eyes burned, they've felt that way for a good while now but you need to push through it. These tests weren't easy and you needed to pass at all costs.

"You're doing yourself no favors by forcing your eyes to stay open. Have you even retained any of the words you've been reading?"

You haven't. Your head has been pounding due to the pain in your eyes which reminded you that your shoulders hurt from slouching. The pain through your body became all too clear now that the blonde has distracted you from the mind numbing task in front of you.

"Come on, stop trying to fight me on this. You need a moment of rest." Satan's arms are held open, welcoming you into his embrace. Dragging yourself up from your seat with a groan, you slowly trudge your way to the demon's bed, accidentally kicking some books on the way. Normally he would be offended that books were treated so poorly but there was a chance that if he spoke up it would stop you from laying down with him.

With a hefty flop you plant yourself between the blonde's legs. He wraps his arms around you and adjusts your position. Your head rests on his chest, one hand on the crook of his neck that you could occasionally move up to mess with his soft golden locks. His hands caress your back, fingers rubbing small circles into your skin. The soothing motion paired with his soft breath was lulling you into a much needed slumber.

"I'm proud of you, you know?" Satan hums into your hair. "You've been working very hard, I know you're going to do wonderfully." He leaves a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

With those final words, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! satan #x reader #om x reader #obey me x reader #om satan #satan x reader #obey me satan #bean's writings

[gi-nathlam-hi]

“completely had to rework my entire understanding/headcannons around their relationship and i don't mind” okay I’m so curious - what was your understanding/headcanons about Elrond and Galadriel’s relationship before TROP?

Oh! Thank you for the ask omg. I'm so sorry it took me this long to get back to you because this is such a fun question!

TLDR: I headcannoned them as being basically coworkers who mutually respect that the other person is really wise and levelheaded and knows what they're doing, and have a LOT of issues with each other but they've called a mutual truce for Cel and the kids' benefits. And when things are calm/good they're generally fond of each other and amicable. But I just never imagined them being close or familial the way they are in the show at all.

LONG ASS post under the cut because I can't be normal about trying to explain my own thoughts on things and I ended up clipping parts of my fanfics to hopefully illustrate what I mean lol. **Includes references to kidnap fam, fair warning. So if that's not your thing just be warned that this is VAGUELY pro kidnap-fam (but not like...out and loud kidnap fam apologist material at all. They're just mentioned a lot as a motive for why I see Elrond and Gal's relationship the way that I do).

I just never got the impression that they were ever close in the way that Rings of Power portrays them. I think my thoughts are more easily summed up with some of these snippets:

Elrond never knew quite how to feel when Lady Galadriel visited Imladris. The fact that he was a Fëanorian fosterling and didn’t seem to openly hate either Maedhros or Maglor had always been a point of tension between the two of them-- begrudgingly softened at first by his service to Gil-Galad in Lindon (she had regarded him with marked suspicion then), softened further by long years of strictly political interactions which gradually morphed into a form of friendship, and then at last that friendship had turned familial when he had married Celebrían. But familial relationships could often be far more fraught with unbearable awkwardness than friendships, and so it had, in some ways, been a step backward for the two of them.

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A hand closed around that notion the way an eagle might snatch a mouse. Elrond sucked in a breath and shut his mind before the inquiry could actually grasp hold. They had reached the council chamber. Lady Galadriel was already there in her white gown standing at the overlook, staring up at the rising moon and pointedly ignoring him as if she had not just reached for his thoughts the way a small child might reach for an especially enticing piece of candy.  Elrond paid her a respectful bow. “My apologies for rushing out so abruptly and for keeping you waiting, my lady.” He stuck with Sindarin, no matter how many times Galadriel always tried to coax him into Quenya. He had a lingering Fëanorian lisp that he had absorbed from his fathers as a child and had never quite been able to rid himself of, much to the amusement of his wife and the chagrin of her parents. She turned to look at him with a nod. The corners of her mouth curled up. “The child?” The question was in Quenya, naturally. He never would understand why, if she disliked his accent so much, she insisted on trying to get him to speak it. 

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So, basically things aren't necessarily tense between them but they aren't great, either. But they for sure have never disliked each other in my head. There is just a whole lot of baggage. Galadriel still considers him part of her family and loves him and likes to tease him in her own way! Case in point:

Thranduil had hardly spared him a glance through most of breakfast, but now Elrond felt him studying him, squinting. He caught the king’s eye and frowned. “What?” “Are you aware that your ears are bruising? Rather impressive bite mark, I must say.” Elrond flushed red. “I hadn’t noticed.” Thranduil hummed into his teacup. “Blush as prettily as you like. It doesn’t help them blend in any better. You may wish to consider wearing your hair a bit...differently. Though I suppose your wife rather likes the look of her handiwork. No--” he put a hand on Elrond’s arm. “Do not rush out, mellon nín. T’would draw far too much attention. Celebrían!”  Celebrían looked up from mid conversation with her mother. Elrond shielded his very pink face in one hand.  “You must be more careful with your poor husband. Peredhel skin bruises more easily, I think.”  Elrond could just fade from shame. He felt sure Galadriel was hiding a choked laugh in her cup. Celebrían shot Thranduil a knife-sharp glare. Thranduil reclined in his chair with a smug smirk and gave one of Elrond’s uniquely-shaped ears a fond tug.  “Oh, stop turning so pink, Peredhel,” Galadriel said. She nudged Celebrían in the shoulder. “You have always liked his ears.”  Celebrían let out a cry of pure outrage. “ Amya! Please!”  “It was all she could talk about during your betrothal.” When Lindir came running up to the dais with some announcement, Elrond had never been more glad to see him.

But there is still some underlying tension and I kind of have it in my head that they have a sort of...agree to disagree dynamic when it comes to Maedhros and Maglor, which leads to a LOT of simmering conflict that can bubble up in times of stress. I do like the whole concept of kidnap fam but my feelings on them are really complex...and that's a post for another day. But basically long story short: I think Elrond does consider Mae and Mags to be his dads (more than Earendil. I know that's uh...a VERY contentious headcannon but I stick by it). Galadriel understandably hates this and in my head it's just this GIANT source of conflict for them.

And I think rather than me muddling through trying to explain how I carry this headcannon out when writing their relationship it's better again if I just show you lol:

A commotion buzzed through the corridor outside and Galadriel stormed into the room the very next second, eyes gleaming with fury. Elrond shot to his feet and stepped between her and the lump on the bed. “Stand aside,” she said coldly.  “I will not,” Elrond replied, trying to sound much more calm than he felt, drawing himself up to full height. “I apologize, mother-of-my-beloved, but if you would do him harm, you must strike me first.”  War waged in her green eyes.  Elrond held his breath, and then quietly pleaded: “Please, my lady. He is your kin.”  “That mattered little to him or his Oath,” she snarled back. “Or have you forgotten, Eärendilion? Is your memory so short?”   The patronym made him flinch. Still, he would not move. “I have forgotten nothing.” “It would not be kinslaying,” she said, stepping to the left. Elrond matched her, still barring her way. She glared at him. “It would be justice.” Despite himself, he felt tears brimming in his eyes. “Look at him!” he hissed. “Look at him and tell me justice has not been paid a thousand times over!”  Her gaze passed over Elrond’s head to Maglor, to where he lay broken, bloodied, and very small on the bed, gripped in a sleep that bordered perilously on death. Her expression did not soften. She made another step for him and Elrond barred her way yet again, bowing his head. “I will not fight you,” he murmured. Truly, in his state he could not. “But neither will I let you take his life. We stopped killing our kin a long time ago, please do not start again. Not here. Not in my house. Not now. Please-- look to the future as you have always done. Stop this madness. Let it end.” He could feel her glaring down with him with eyes that burned. The air lay thick between them. Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to throw himself over Maglor if need be-- but Galadriel didn’t move. It felt like hours passed.  Galadriel lifted her sword and he half-sprung into action, but she simply slammed it back into its sheath. “You are beloved-of-my-daughter, and I have grown very fond of you. But should evil befall your city, my daughter, or my grandchildren on account of the Fëanorian it will be on your head, and your fate will be the same as his.”

So before TROP, this is kind of what their relationship at its core boils down to. They have a LOT of issues with each other that they have learned to set aside/work past due to a) being coworkers for the greater good of middle earth (bearers of the Three) b) Celebrian's benefit c) Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir's benefit Like, they're fond of each other now. They know each other really well now. But I just never had it in my head that they were at all super chill with each other during the Second Age. It's really funny actually?? TROP's dynamic between Galadriel and Elrond looks a LOT more like how I imagined Gil-Galad and Elrond's relationship before seeing the show! And vice-versa. Just take show!Gil and Elrond's dynamic and apply it to Elrond and Galadriel and that's pretty much how I viewed their dynamic during the Second Age (and during times when they're uh...fighting....for some reason in the Third Age re: the above snippets lol).

That isn't to say that Galadriel necessarily disliked/hated Elrond in my head. She just didn't trust him due to his connection with and unwillingness to let go of Maedhros and Maglor.

If her daughter must be wed, it would be to no one less than the Peredhel. Galadriel had originally envisioned Gil-Galad (queen of the Noldor was Celebrían’s birthright, if Galadriel had anything to say of it—she was just as Noldorin as she was Sindarin, and the granddaughter of Arafinwë and great granddaughter of Finwë, no less), but Gil-Galad was not available. The Peredhel was descended from Melian the Maia and Galadhon on his mother’s side, and could have had the crown himself if he so wished—being descended from Ñolofinwë several generations back. Beyond that he was clever, a strategist, a politician, and in possession of his own realm. He would be able to give Celebrían the standard of living she was accustomed to. The life she deserved. He was pleasant to look at, too (on some days he gave Galadriel goosebumps, for how in the right light beneath certain trees it seemed Lúthien— perhaps even Melian herself—was incarnated before her eyes).  And he was kind and gentle, which never hurt. It was almost a waste: he hadn’t a shred of ambition for all his cunning and claim. Then again, neither did Celebrían. Perhaps that was for the best. Ambition had thus far been rather ruinous for the Noldor. It seemed the younger generations had managed to learn from their predecessors’ mistakes. 

so....yeah...

I do really LOVE what they've done with them in the show though!! So I've sort of adopted it as a secondary viewpoint because I'm so fond of it. So many of the show's interpretations of characters (especially GIL-GALAD) are WILDLY different to how I view them that I kind of have a seperate box in my head now of Rings of Power 'verse as opposed to my usual "canon" 'verse that I tend to keep consistent throughout my work.

Whew! That was a WAY longer answer than I'm sure you wanted lol. Don't ask me questions like this. I can go for hours and hours about my own thoughts on things lol.

#elrond #galadriel #maedhros #maglor #kidnap fam #trop #rings of power #the rings of power #my fics #i guess #lol #someone take tumblr away from me #i need to go to bed

[invisibleraven]

''don't hog the blanket!" for Peterpatterlina?

Julie groaned as she re-read the paragraph in front of her for what felt like the millionth time. The words were still swimming in front of her eyes, everything blurring together and she momentarily cursed her aunt.

When Julie and the Phantoms got big during Julie's senior year, everyone had been ecstatic. Well, almost everyone. Victoria had never really approved of Julie wanting to be a career rock star, often referring to being a musician as the 'gutter of life'. It had caused quite the number of fights between her and Ray, and Victoria was finally silenced when she brought what Rose would have wanted into it.

Julie had being an avenging fury at that, standing up to her aunt and citing her mother's praise at Julie's talent, their long discussions about the reality of her dreams, and Roses 1000% support for her to be and do whatever she wanted. But the clincher was when Julie had looked Victoria right in the eye and said; "Tia, I love you, and I know you worry and want what is best. But this is my future, I get to make this choice. Fail or succeed, it is mine to own. So you can support me, however much you can find it in your heart to do so.... or you cannot be a part of my life. It's too short to have people in it that aren't on my side."

Victoria had burst into tears at that, gathering Julie into her arms, and vowing that she would never want to stand in the way of Julie\s dreams. "But you're still going to college right?"

Julie had sighed and agreed. She would do part time classes by distance while they toured around that fall, and would eventually get her degree in Composition and Musical Education, just to mollify her aunt.

But right now? Twenty cities in and a final looming? Julie was cursing herself for agreeing to those terms. It also didn't help that Luke and Reggie were bickering in the background, destroying whatever hopes Julie had of concentrating on her schoolwork.

"Dude, don't hog the blanket!" Luke whined.

"You have more than I do!" Reggie retorted. "Besides, you have your own bed if you don't like sharing."

"But I want cuddles," Luke whined.

"Then you have to put up with some blanket theft then," Reggie said, following his statement wit a loud smacking kiss to Luke's mouth.

"If you two don't keep it down I'm going to come back there and smack you upside the heads with this rather dense and boring textbook!" Julie shouted.

"Sorry Julie!" they chorused, voices sounding meek. Julie sighed, she loved her boyfriends, she really did. They had been so supportive this semester, giving her space to study while making sure she took adequate breaks. Making her flash cards and quizzing her terms. Making sure she was drinking, eating, and sleeping enough in between shows, press junkets, and her awful classes.

She knew it was weighing on them too, their relationship had kind of taken a back seat between everything, and Julie felt horrible. But Luke and Reggie had assured her that everything was good between them. "Plenty of time for dates when the craziness is over boss," Luke had said.

"Trust us, neither one of us is gong anywhere. You're stuck with us for life!" Reggie quipped. Julie had giggled at that, but deep down in her heart, she had known it was true.

Sure, it took the three of them forever to figure out their feelings, and even longer to confess, but now they had an unbreakable bond, and even though they were young, and the whole polyamory thing was a tad unconventional, they were convinced that this was it-they were it for life.

Still, Julie tried to concentrate on the same stupid paragraph, but it just wouldn't sink in. She took that as her sign to call it a night. Getting up she stretched, sighing as the tension bled from her cramped shoulders, and looked towards the bunks where Luke and Reggie were squashed together, poking at each other with grins on their faces.

"Room for me too?" she asked as she approached, rubbing her toes into the floor of the bus.

"I mean, it's already pretty cramped-" Luke started slyly, letting out a little wince when Reggie elbowed him sharply.

"Always room for you darlin'. You just climb on in on top of Luke here," Reggie said, syrupy sweet smile brightening his features.

"Or... here's a thought," Alex said, an annoyed look on his face as he poked his head out from behind his curtain. "The three of you go sleep in the room where Julie's bunk is so I can get some sleep."

"Sorry Alex!" the three of them said, faces bright with a blush as they made their way back to the large bed where Julie had been staying. Her aunt totally didn't need to know the boys were next to her in every night. A little white lie wouldn't kill them, and it was that or have her chaperone the tour.

They were almost to the bed, and it was calling Julie with what felt like a siren song when Luke stopped and doubled back, returning in seconds with the blankets from both his and Reggie's bed. "So I can hog one of them all I want."

Reggie shrugged, "Fine by me, means I can just snuggle Julie all the tighter if we get cold."

Julie giggled as Luke squawked, and pulled them down into the bed, extra blankets and all for a good old fashioned snuggle and a nap. Her books would be there waiting when she got up. But she found after a good night's rest, some early morning shenanigans, and the loving support of her boyfriends, she was finally able to get the words to stick.

Even if she was still cursing her aunt all the way to the final, though the high score in the course might have been rewarding, there was no way Julie was ever doing classes on tour again. Well-at least not anymore this year.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[did-i-do-this-write]

hi zac! how are you doing? can you give me some advice? I want to write a story about someone going back in time, but I want to make it somewhat realistic, I know that doesn't make sense, but I'm not that big of a fan of the supernatural all that much (lame I know). I know it's kind of a tough one, so thank you and sorry in advance, have a good one!

Hello, anon! I'm doing pretty well and I'd love to take a stab at giving you some advice! As with all writing advice, I just want to preface by saying take my words with a grain of salt. I have never written a time travel story, but I've read quite a few, so my advice may be incomplete or just not work for what you had in mind, and that's okay! It's your story, I'm just throwing ideas out there for you.

With that being said, this sounds more like a plotting issue to me. The thing about plotting that I have found since getting more into writing is that its all about asking and answering the right questions for your audience.

So, for your time travel story, you may want to start by figuring out things like:

How do the character(s) get back in time? You already said you don't like supernatural stuff so that's a great start! There are tons of other ways they could get back. A time travel experiment gone wrong? An experiment gone right? They stumbled upon a machine by accident? The possible answers are endless, get creative with it!

Why do the characters go back in time? Was it by design? Was it an accident? Does the plot revolve around them just trying to get back or do they have a loftier goal in mind? This is a chance to build tension and stakes so that the reader knows what the characters are aiming for!

What are the "rules" of time travel in your world? I think this may be what you meant when you said you wanted it to be realistic? The thing about sci-fi/fantasy is that "realistic" is totally subjective, because its all based on fiction! Time travel has been explored through fiction for a really long time, and because it's not real, you get to make the rules! So figure out the mechanics, watch/read some time travel stories and see what you like. Some go with multi-verse theory, others go with linear time that's directly effected by the character(s) actions. Again, the possibilities are endless, find what works for your story! Just make sure you have a grasp of the rules so they make sense when you explain it to your readers!

And, finally, as a general rule of thumb that I try to follow: Know your characters. I find that it's like studying for a test for me. When I don't know them that well I end up throwing in random, useless lines that don't mean anything just to make them seem more developed than they are. When I know them, I can fill in details that inform their character rather than pad it with useless facts. Knowing your characters isn't a requirement and you may learn about them in different ways than others, but it can definitely bolster your story and make it more personal for the reader!

And that's all I have for now! If you have any specific questions I didn't cover or need anymore help I'm always here! I wish you luck in writing your time travel story, and as cliche as it may be, remember to have fun with it! Writing is a hobby, not a chore! Try to take joy in the things you create 🤗

Happy writing!

#ask and you shall receive #anon #zac speaks #writing #writeblr #writing advice

[hibiscus-candy]

Ramble about your comics, go 🔫🤡

JAGDHDJKA THE GUN-

hmmm okay you get ONE.

I think I wanna do the I Wish That I Could Wear Hats comic

Little fun fact about it! That entire thing was made in a single day, I had a free day to myself and wasn't sure if I'd get the chance to work on it soon so I really just went for it. Threw neatness out the window. ¡Hasta luego! No plan, just a vague idea in my head and a pencil in my hand. I think I started it around late noon and finished it late at night. (with many small breaks)

The funny thing I've noticed about my art is that I don't always understand what I'm actually saying in it. At least, not in its creation, and this was certainly one of those moments. The song itself can be interpeted in many different ways. I think this comic settles into the building tension and run-on nature of it. And I think I made it to show off how I saw Steven/DTB as having anxiety, being self concious, and feeling a bit of impostor syndrome.

Lets get into the specific things shall we:

Its Amazo Guy!

This is the same woman

Love love this panel. Since the song is so vague I really had to rely on visual storytelling to create Stevens personality. And I feel this was a powerful way to do so. It's a little dedication to my sister, a mathmatician, still in her very long education, but yet, already very accomplished in her field.

Steven is decorated with a mix of degrees and awards, but also deep in study, stacks of books behind him. Because in his field, the study and reasearch never ends. This is also right after becoming frustrated and giving himself a pep talk to keep going. I hope I showed him as incredibly passionate about his work through this.

Only two panels in the whole comic are in color, showcasing electricity! Change! A new, sudden, painful, and intense experience! But! Only Steven is feeling it in this very moment. So while he and his door are in color, the woman outside is still grey.

Busting out my crayola markers and making this panel felt euphoric. One of my favorite things I did when I started creating art was taking these super bold, saturated colors, and watching them flow together. This style of drawing always felt very natural to me, a familiar embrace. It got me excited to get back to color soon after this.

I decided to grey it out because i couldn't figure out the editing but the bold black on the mirror here is actually green, the same green his mouse brain glows.

And the way the mirror cracked to obscure the second brain from us? definitely unintentional. But also so so good. Horror of white hair, whiskers, but he can hear someone else, he can feel there's something new on his head. Move just a little to the left, Doctor.

I stared at this comic so much after making it. A little in disbelief over making all THAT all at once. But also, being very confused, trying to figure out what it means. I think, over a month later, I can definitely see it more clearly. And I'm sure at least of few people who read it were able to tell what my subconcious was getting at. But at the time, I couldn't. I think it's quite incredible, but also a little scary, how that happens with my stuff.

#asks #rambles by yeya #addendums

[fated-addiction]

(Ron + Ginny anon) Omg! I love talking about Weasley dynamics too! I also think I didn’t like Ginny because one time in like book 6 or 5 or something she said something rude to Hermione about quidditch && I was like Bitch!!! But obvi that’s not fair haha. (And it must be said Hermione could be quite mean too, so it’s good to have those layers sometimes).

I also really love the way you write Hermione/Ginny/Mrs. Weasley interactions. I definitely agree that Hermione’s relationship with that family was far different than Harry’s and she was seen as more disposable in some ways - like when Mrs. Weasley was hostile during fourth year. Hermione - despite making fun of Fleur - was always (IMO) much closer to being a “Fleur” to Molly than she was to being a “Harry”.

With Hermione + Ginny, I really enjoy that kind of tension you write that’s mostly unspoken about but sometimes boils to the surface. And it’s not just tension about Harry, even though they both “want” him- they are kind of foils to eachother: brainy vs sporty, emotional vs non-emotional (ex: harry saying hermione cries a lot and he appreciates ginny never crying), brash boldness vs calculating boldness. I agree that there was a moment - maybe fourth/fifth year - where they could have really bonded and become close, but for whatever reasons diverged and then became more and more separated. I also think that, while Ginny could provide Harry with that comfort & familiarity, it’s just that HHR were in that tent together and in that war by eachother and they will always have that.

Love Love Love all your analysis & understanding of these characters !! Ur so brilliant and talented !!!

Thank you so much! You're so sweet.

I think it's so interesting to approach Ginny/Hermione as foils which, if you think about it, would pit them against each other naturally. When I first read HP, I wanted really to know why Hermione was never framed (or rather, it was mostly implied) as someone that would have female friends and maybe that fourth, fifth year time period could have been that moment.

It's hard for me because I can definitely see why it's so difficult for Hermione to have friends in general act Hogwarts and where, in her head, it might be best to be the brightest, the boldest, and the loudest as if to claim some inherent spot in the Wizarding World. I think that there is where her Muggle upbringing could come in - how is she outside Hogwarts, the Wizard World, etc. I'm definitely of the mind where I do think she's equally brilliant in her studies and might have maintained a few close friends. I think all the Muggle students and their worldviews would be fascinating to explore; like in real time, how do they respond to historical events. What would have happened had they all left during the official war declaration where lmao my Hermione-doctor head canon truly comes from.

I think the tent-canon event is really where the intimacy of what Harry/Hermione could be is it for me. You see two kids edging adulthood in a really dark and terrible situation, but viewing each other with mutual respect, etc. I think Hermione is truly in love with him there and probably, at some point, resigned herself to the idea that she could only love him from afar because Harry is/was too big for her.

Guys, I really could talk about this all day hahahah.

#replies #maybe i'll write a head canon drabble #lol training is still not working