#something about this video is so satisfying maybe it's the shoes

[snowyh2o]

Was watching a video earlier talking about the loner trope and how it works in fiction and the all the different variations of it when I had the sudden realization that Alastor is a shoe in for this trope.

Like, Alastor is the Loner and Niffty is his Companion/Sidekick/insert childlike character here who’s on a journey with loner trope that said loner is soft for.

He spends most of the episodes doing his own thing, and we always see him as, while a part of the group, apart from the group.

Even his past relationships reflects this somewhat. He comes and goes into their lives as he pleases. Sometimes they’ll seek him out, and other times he’ll seek them out. But (and this is also based on how I read Niffty’s “I really like them!” As “can we stay/keep them?”) he never stays for long, or over stays his welcome. Never really in one place long enough for him to set his roots.

But now something’s keeping him at the hotel. And he can’t just leave like he’d want to. And he’s developing an attachment with the other members of the hotel, and it definitely wasn’t in his agenda to actually like any of the people there that he didn’t already know. But being at the hotel is Different. You can’t help but grow fond of the people you watch grow and develop together.

And this is what I mean by “wanting Alastor to be dragged kicking and screaming into the found family”.

Because there’s just something so satisfying watching a character who’s usually depicted as a lone wolf and who wants to stay a lone wolf developing bonds and attachments that they weren’t expecting and then being forced to Deal With It. Maybe somewhere along the way acknowledging that yes, they actually do care for these idiots, and having that thought or realization tear them up inside because they can’t afford to care and—

All this to say, GET FOUND FAMILY’D IDIOT.

#hazbin hotel #Alastor #Alastor hazbin hotel #Alastor meta #Alastor analysis #trope talk #breaking news! idiot overlord decides to move in with the princess of hell #for nefarious reasons #and is SURPRISED to find himself attached to the residents #sorry Al #you can’t manslaughter your way out of this one #it’d be counterproductive ti what you’re trying to do HA

[porchlightfairy]

The Perfect Gift

pairing: eddie x reader

wc:1.8k+

summary: Eddie struggles to find a present for his girlfriend, so he asks the other girls in his life for help.

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Eddie thought Christmas was a nice time of the year. He was off from school, he could write music, hang out with his friends, and spend time with his Uncle. He would get a seasonal job at this time so he could get some cash together and give Wayne a gift. It wouldn’t be anything too special. A trucker hat or maybe a new mug, not that he doesn’t have enough of those anyways.

Honestly, Eddie could give Wayne a handshake as a gift and Wayne would be satisfied. Neither coming from money or stable households, Wayne was just happy that Eddie was still around and living his life. Just spending the holidays together was good enough for him.

So, when Eddie gets into a relationship with you, he becomes self-conscious of the approaching gift-giving holiday. You told him about the gift you had picked out for him and you couldn’t wait to give it to him. He didn’t expect you to get him something, and it made his heart skip a beat. And then it started to beat frantically because he didn’t have a gift for you. He couldn’t even think of one, what was he going to do?!

You lived in the suburbs of Hawkins, meaning you lived the definition of comfortable. You had knick-knacks from floor to ceiling. Perfumes, lotions, make-up, and scented candles. Little stuffed animals, clothes galore, and shoes for every occasion. You had so many things, what could Eddie give that would be significant enough to stand out amongst the rest.

He thought about asking his friends but they were all stupid boys. Half of them have never even been in a relationship before. So, who else could he ask? The only competent people in his life who could answer; were the girls he knew.

First was Nancy, who was in the darkroom of the library developing photos, “Get her something nice,” She says as she clips the photos up to dry, “Like a bracelet or a necklace. I think that would be cute.”

“Yeah, but she already has a necklace with her initials on it. And a Tiffany bracelet her dad bought from a trip to New York.” Eddie sighs as he leans against a table, Nancy shoos him with her hand as she goes to look over more of the film.

“Wow, well then how about a ring. She compliments yours all the time. Maybe she wants one of her own.” She suggests. Eddie weaves through the photos nearly bumping into one. Nancy clenches her teeth at the sight following after him.

“She likes my rings not wearing rings. She says they pinch her fingers,” He wiggles his own as he reminisces. He goes to set his hand down, nearly dipping it in the developing solution. Nancy grabs his hand before it gets the chance and ushers Eddie out of the room.

“Then I don’t know what to tell you, Eddie. Just get her something nice.” Nancy sighs, “And you can’t do that sitting around complaining. Bye Eddie.” She shuts the door in his face.

Eddie grimaces, who could he talk to now? Nancy was his go-to. Who else could he ask about this? He thinks for a moment before snapping his fingers in enlightenment; Robin! Robin was the answer. She had all the answers. She helped Steve get out of his sexless funk, she could help him with getting a gift.

“Get her something cool, impressive like a mixtape, or write her a song. Girls like it when you make thoughtful gifts like that.” Eddie sits on the counter of the Family Video as Robin checks in tapes into the database. “I bet she would fall in love with you all over again if you did something like that.”

“I make her mixtapes all the time. She makes me make her mixtapes. And I already wrote her a song for her birthday this year. If I do it again she’ll catch on that I don’t know what to give as gifts.” Eddie grumbles.

“She’s gonna like whatever you give her because she likes you. It’s the thought that counts.” Robin consoles him, “Why don’t you just go to the mall and see what you can find. You might get an idea while you're there.”

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Eddie sighs as he stares at the window of the jewelry store looking at the glittery gems in the case lights. He grimaces when he sees the price tag. Even if he wanted to get you something nice like jewelry it would cost him half his house. He would hate to show up at your house empty-handed on Christmas day and for you to be disappointed in him. He feels his heart plummet and his shoulders go slack. Maybe he’d be better off making you a little mixtape or something. He walks away from the window and heads to the exit. The trip was a total bust.

As he walks towards the door, he is nearly knocked over by a herd of sixth graders. “Watch where you’re going, nerd.” He knew that voice. It was Erica. Erica could help! He grabs her by the shoulders, and she cocks an eyebrow, “What do you want, freak?” A term of endearment of course.

“I need your help getting my girlfriend a Christmas present.” He says, “You’re my last hope, Erica.”

“Clearly.” She brushes his hands off her shoulders, “But it’s going to cost you.”

“Whatever you want, please just help me.” He pleads.

“My little pony doll, I pick. Now,” She folds her arms, “Have you thought about it?”

“She already has everything she could possibly want. I don’t know what else to give.”

“Have you thought about just asking her?”

“I- I didn’t” He wilts, “If I’m being honest I’m scared to.” They sit down on a bench nearby and Eddie leans back in anguish, “She’s like you, Erica. She could get anything she wanted at the snap of her fingers. So what could I possibly give her? Christmas day is gonna come and she is going to give me a gift and I’m gonna have nothing.” 

“What do you think she deserves?”

“Everything?!” He exclaims, “She deserves the world. But how can I give her that?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Erica smiles, “You made an entire adventure for a bunch of nerds to play. You are creative enough to think up a gift for your girlfriend.”

Eddie felt better after talking to Erica. He smiles and pats her shoulder before standing up and heading to the toy store to get her reward for her efforts. After going through the aisles he stops at one and smiles. He’s come up with a clever gift for you now.

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Christmas day, Eddie and Wayne head to your house to unwrap presents. Since they didn’t have many to bring, your house was the place to go. You invite them in and take their winter coats to hang and put hot chocolate in their cold hands. 

Your family passes around gifts, and you hand one to Wayne. “Here you go, Wayne.” He looks at you in surprise and gently tears at the paper. It was a framed picture of him and Eddie in front of their house. You had taken the photo for them because Wayne said he never had his photo taken before.

He gets off the couch and hugs you tightly, “Thank you, honey. I really don’t know what else to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything else. Just happy you let me be a part of your family.” You respond.

“Anytime.” He continues to look at the photo.

“Here Eddie, one for you.” You grab one from under the tree and hand it to Eddie. His heart skips a beat and he smiles. It was a flat long box covered in snowflake wrapping paper.

“I actually have one for you too.” He holds out a large tube wrapped in snowman wrapping paper.

“Wow, you wrapped this all by yourself?” You take the gift from his hands.

“Erica helped me.” He confesses, “That doesn’t mean I didn’t try though.” He holds up his hands to reveal a bandaid on his index finger.

“Poor thing,” You fake pout, “Now open your gift! Hurry!”

He obeys unwrapping it quickly and revealing inside the box was a DIO concert poster and in silver sharpie the band’s signatures in the bottom corner underneath, “For Eddie Munson.” Eddie's eyes begin to water, “H-how did you get this?”

“My Uncle works at the venue they played at in Indianapolis. He calls about the bands playing there, seeing if I want anything. And He called about DIO and I know you like them so… Surprise.” You smile widely.

Eddie sets down the poster still safely in the box and tackles you in a hug kissing you over and over and over. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you,” He says between the kisses. 

You giggle and squeal, pushing him off gently, “Alright, Eddie, I love you too.”

“Now open your gift! Hurry Hurry!” He says putting it back into your hands.

“I’m going, I’m going.” You laugh as you unwrap the cylinder. Inside the cardboard tube, was a rolled-up glossy paper. You cock an eyebrow at Eddie.

“I’ll help you.” He grabs one end of the paper and you take the other. Slowly you unfurl a world map.

“This is so cute, Eddie. But I’ll have to make space for it on my wall.” You say, in a polite tone.

“You might want to put it on the corkboard so you can put these on it.” He holds out a box of assorted colored pins, “You always wanted to travel the world and go to specific places for specific reasons. So now you can put pins in the places you want to go to.”

You set the map down and hug Eddie tightly, “Eddie! This is the sweetest gift ever. Thank you, baby.” You loosen your grip and then kiss him on the lips, “Can we go put it up now?” You grab his hand and pull him upstairs with the map in hand.

In your room, you put the map on your corkboard. “There, now hand me the box of pins.” You hold out your hand to Eddie. He sets the box in your hand and you dig for a few colors. “Green is for been there done that.” You put some green pins on the board, “Yellow is for places I will go to soon. And Red is for places I dream of going.”

You turn back to Eddie and hold up the blue pins to him, “These are the places you want us to go to, together.” 

Eddie looks down at the pins and smiles widely, “You want me to pick?”

“Of course, I will follow wherever you want to go.” You lean against him as you look at the board, “Now pick.”

Eddie puts the pins on the board with a shaky hand. The thought of spending the rest of your lives together runs through his head. Moving out of Hawkins, traveling the world, and settling down. Next year, Eddie thinks, he will have an even better gift for you. Even if you think it’ll pinch your fingers.

#eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things

[trecomics]

Ken Wants to be Alone for Christmas

Ken wanted to be alone, but Ryu finds him. Gen fic, about 800 words.

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Ken wanted to be alone on Christmas eve.

Stay in, eat canned ravioli, and let the memories of family Christmas parties with the loneliness that came with that engulf him. Even with the windows closed he could hear everyone outside celebrating or last minute shopping fights. Something stirred in him to go out, be reminded what his life used to be like.

With his coat hood covering his recognizable hair, he walked around his neighborhood. Watching small children play with their parents, he could feel his mouth crick into a smile. He remembers when Mel was a just a tot and playing in the snow together. He was such a cheerful kid. Then images of only speaking to him on video phone, his disinterested tone wanting to end the call… His heart began to hurt the more the memories flooded in. He subconsciously gripped his pendant, telling himself these thoughts were proper punishment for him. 

After looping around the park he felt it was enough. Walking home, he’d turn into the coffee shop he lived above. It was packed—so packed the usual clerks who’d always welcome him and chitchat and give him a free treat were too swamped to even glance at him.

The fear someone would recognize him on the street was always in the front of his mind. However being squished like a canned fish, everyone preoccupied to keep cutters from cutting, looking at their phones to kill time—it felt comforting to him to be around so many people without ever being recognized. He really was a people-person.

“Ken?”

Ken whipped his head to the voice and didn’t even have the space to jump out of his shoes seeing Ryu’s face just centimeters from his own.

Ryu stepped back a bit.

“Ryu…” Ken gawked.

“Ken, it is you!” Ryu spoke in Japanese. He smiled the same warm smile Ken remembered. He could look at that face forever.

After a long second, Ken snapped out of his gaze and grabbed Ryu and pulled him out of the shop.

Ken wanted to be alone on Christmas Eve. But he couldn’t even convince himself of that. Deep down he didn’t. Now the last person he wanted to see him like this found him.

What else could Ken do after the awkward greetings but invite him home.

Ryu didn’t question Ken about his situation. He didn’t question the run-down apartment, with only a cot by the window and a small table and a chair that Ken offered to him while he sat on the bed.

Nor did Ken question why Ryu was in Metro City or how he found him.

Ken knew Ryu wasn’t much of a talker but he was strangely chatty. Ken couldn’t help but think Ryu was stepping up to put him at ease. To open up about his situation.

But Ken couldn’t. He told himself he wouldn’t fall for it. 

To give himself a break from Ryu gabbing about how his student finally taught him how to use the phone Ken bought for him years ago, he offered to make a Christmas dinner with what he had. Ryu was surprised it was already Christmas.


But as Ryu does with Ken—he delightfully accepted.

Ken wasn’t worried about having to entertain Ryu while he looked around what to make. Even when they were young and in training, Ryu was more than happy to meditate to kill time. Seeing a box of spaghetti noodles, a memory flooded back from those days.

“Remember when I’d buy pasta when I wasn’t supposed to and Shishou would get mad?”

Ryu opened an eye and grinned. “Yeah, but…you never really knew what to do with it until made it more Japanese-style.”

Ken saw Ryu peek up from the counter. “…Is that what you’re making?” He made a child-like face, maybe in anticipation.

Ken smirked at Ryu’s reaction. Still his same self about food. “Sorry, best I can do it load it up with egg sauce and toss in some frozen veggies.”

Ryu relaxed back into the chair, completely satisfied with that option too.

As Ken prepped dinner he took over talking duties without realizing. It came so easily to him and the more he talked the better he felt. And as he was finishing stirring in the egg sauce his smile was no longer fake.

Ryu gobbled up his plate and immediately asked for seconds. Ken served him up. He paused from his own plate to watch Ryu slurp up dinner. Ryu enjoy his meager food, Ryu forever patient with him even at this point, where Ken couldn’t even confine to him after all these years in hiding. To Ryu, who always was patient…

Ryu looked up, noticed Ken’s hand trembling.

“Ken…”

Ryu got up and walked to the counter where Ken was hanging his head. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders as Ken muttered “I’m sorry” over and over.

END

#RyuKen #Ken Masters

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Helloo!! Can you please do a Blackpink reaction to their girlfriend being a youtuber

Blackpink reaction: them reaction to Reader being a youtuber

Hello @alazygirltryingtobecreative, I would never say no to a Blackpink request, this is my first reaction after only headcanons, bit i'm going to do my best. Also, as I said in my guideline, i write only for gender neutral reader, because it's more inclusive. Hope the result satisfy you.

Blackpink member X GN!Reader

Jisoo

It's a day like another: you're at home and your girlfriend is there with you. The flow of the day is calm, just relaxing after some busy month. You were sitting on the sofa next to her. In your hands a fantasy book, in her a joypad. The fact the both of you were gamers is one of the reason because you two are in love. Jisoo is very skilled with videogames, but this time she was having an hard time finishing a mission, so she has made use of her last resource: YouTube. While she was scrolling between various video, a preview has attracted her attention. On that preview there was your face. So she clicked on the video and your voice started to come out. You immediately recognize your own voice, so get up your look from the book, only to meet the surprised eyes of your girlfriend. You thought the she would have been angry, but then she said: "How do you finished that mission on your first try? That's crazy". Actually she was not mad at all, but happy instead because now her partner could always help her with difficult mission in games.

Jennie

You and Jennie were having an amazing night. The food at restaurant was good, the weather was great and the moon in the sky was so romantic. You two were walking, hand in hand, on the beach, just saying each other sweet words. Suddendly a ball slowly approached you and kid running behind it, clumsily stopped right in front of you two. He looked at you, frowning, trying to remember something. "Hey, i know you...", Jennie was sweating, she can't be recognized, your relationship was still a secret, that kid can't put her in this situation. "...you are the skilled football player that I follow on YouTube", Jennie was caught off guard, he must be mistaken, she never saw you playing, but you answered positively at the boy's affermation, you even start to play a little with the kid. Now, she was confused and lately she will ask you about your YouTube Channel for sure, but the joy for not being recognized was too big in that moment. So she took off her luxury shoes and started to play with you and the kid. It was a fun and different night for once.

Rosé

You were the perfect partner for Rosé: funny, gentle, understanding and, above all, your culinary skill were godly. You always surprise her with new dishes and strange ingredients, and innocently she has always though that you were just a big passionate for cooking. However one morning she decided to make you a surprise at your home. She had a copy of your key, that you give her for emergences, so she sneakely entered in your appartament, thinking to find you sleeping or relaxing, but after few steps she heard you talking loudly: you were explaining a recipe. She thought that you were not alone, maybe a friend of your had the same idea, but when she quietly approached the kitchen, she found you talking to a camera, with a professional setup of lights and mics. "So now you must take the butter and...Rosie, what are you doing here?". You explained her about your YouTube Channel, that you started as hobby, but it was gaining popularity very fast and she was enthusiastic about it, maybe more than you. So now she always help you with your video with opinion and suggestions, and sometimes she even appears in the video.

Lisa

Lisa that Monday night was bored. She was at home alone because you were working till late and her members were too tired to go out, so she gave up to the idea to do something productive and decided to just wait for you to return home. In the meantime she turned on her laptop and searched on YouTube various k-pop cover. She was binge watching this Channel of friends who were very good at dancing and, damn, that person with the hat was very familiar, but she can't recognize the face because of the hat, that was very covering. She clicked on another video and the person this time was barefaced. She gasped so hard when she recognized you. When you arrived home, the first thing that you saw was Lisa with an angry face. "Babe, what's u-" "You were this good at dancing and did you not tell me anything?" "But, babe, i'm just a newbie" "A newbie my foot, you are good enough to be one of our back-up dancer". That night you went to sleep very late because as punishment she obliged you to learn ALL blackpink choreo, with her as teacher, of course.

#kpop #kpop girls #blackpink #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions #blackpink jennie #blackpink x reader #blackpink headcanons #blackpink reactions #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink jisoo #blackpink lisa #blackpink rose

[imagine-knb]

The making chocolate to confess ask was fun! How about the same for UK+Hyuuga+Imayoshi+Mayuzumi?

This is the post anon is referencing for those who missed it! Admin Neon

Hyuuga: There's visible annoyance on his face at this point as he looks at the third bowl of burned chocolate he's managed to make. Hyuuga is already running very low on supplies and will soon be in need of another grocery run at this rate. He wonders what the repercussions would be if he bought chocolates and lied about making them himself instead.

Imayoshi: The little box of chocolates he made are mediocre at best, as it seems like there actually is something Imayoshi isn't good at. By the time he's handing them to you, they've already melted and made a mess on the inside of the box. But he has a backup plan, handing you a spoon and tutting that he'd planned it to be eaten that way all along. He grins, almost seeming like he's telling the truth.

Mibuchi: With all of the videos he watched on how to make the perfect little truffles, Mibuchi is easily able to make small confectionaries that look almost as good. He definitely takes triple the amount of time the video said he would, wanting to make everything perfect for you. He even goes the extra mile, figuring out how to print little edible pictures of cute hearts on the chocolate.

Nebuya: Cooking had never been a thing he could do well, but Nebuya didn't want to spend too long trying to do something he knew he would fail at. After all, wouldn't giving you his first try be even more romantic? Too bad it taste horribly bitter and is somehow crumbly as opposed to creamy. He insists it's the way he wanted it to be, but even he cringes as he tastes one.

Hayama: He looks as if he hadn't gotten any sleep by the time he's handing you his box of homemade chocolates. And if Hayama is being truthful, he actually hadn't. He'd spent hours trying to make the perfect chocolates, hours upon hours of trial and error under his belt. By the time he's actually satisfied with what he's made, they're still strangely too salty, but at least they're partially edible.

Mayuzumi: He wonders if maybe it had been a bad idea to go with a more non-traditional flavor of chocolate as he watches you open the box he'd left in your shoe locker. You pull out the little truffle of white chocolate, staring at it for a second longer than necessary and it has his heart beating faster than it should. When you finally taste it, a small smile on your face, he seems to relax by a lot.

Hanamiya: For someone whose favorite food is dark chocolate, Hanamiya has never once even considered making his own. So the fact he's attempting to make some for you must mean he holds you very near and dear in his heart (even if he won't verbally say it out loud). Though the whole process of it all might make him change his mind about his favorite snack, as it's starting to really piss him off.

#hyuuga #imayoshi #mibuchi #nebuya #hayama #mayuzumi #hanamiya #uk

[chxrrylime]

past 18, cis male reader, kinky kurt time

I was trying to come up with some sort of situation which would be different from the ones I've suggested, and I thought of something quite fun. what if Kurt got himself drunk and decided to have fun with his little pet? could be fun to see some oral fixation, the reader being forced to give him a blowjob while he has a whiskey dick. maybe he's more confident/dominant while he's drunk or... maybe he's just talking whatever comes to his mind, I'm curious to see your view on how a drunk Kurt would be like ;)

maybe if the reader does well, they get a reward... what the reward would be is up to you, but I do have suggestions: maybe some rimming (or Kurt making the reader eat him out??? hot stuff), 69 (both could be fun), sloppy sex or... hmm, yeah, something filthy :b

anyways, hope you have a lovely day! from your number one fan <3

Oh, this really made me feel things...

↪ 2876 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for drunk sex, alcohol consumption, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, fem terms used for cis male character's genitals, breath play, crying, degradation, pain play, under-negotiated kink, and role reversal.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / service top reader / cis male dominant Kurt / power bottom Kurt / blowjobs, flaccid sex, analingus, penetrative sex, anal sex.

To say Kurt is a lightweight is an understatement. He rarely drinks—has never really understood the appeal. He’s always had an aversion to anything that messed with his ability to think. He even decided to quit vaping, save for video reviews, when he started to get antsy and easily stressed out (more so than usual) without a pen in his pocket.

Tonight was different. He was frustrated and irritable and on the verge of having a sensory overload. Every little thing was setting him off. It’d started with some rather specific jabs about your performance in the last scene you guys did live from Bobby, and then a poor turnout on one of his streams that afternoon. 

Usually, you’re around when he gets like this—when he sits on the very edge of the couch and cracks his knuckles over and over or aggressively attempts to solve a Rubik's cube, feeling even more annoyed, rather than satisfied when he does it too fast because his math teacher taught him how to do them super quickly in middle school.

Those are the times when you switch the TV and lights off, trying to soothe his overwhelmed brain—making it so he can hone in on your touch. He’d bend you over across the length of the couch and pump into you from behind, hands skittering nervously along your shoulders and ribs, wordlessly kissing at your shoulders as he’d whimper and moan.

You were still working when Kurt went digging through the fridge, though. He had known you weren’t going to be coming home for another few hours, and something about the pack of beer shoved into the back corner of the bottom shelf had spoken to him. 

When you walk through the door it’s to a dark apartment, only illuminated by the soft glow of the television turned to the infomercial channel. You kick your shoes off as Kurt rolls his head along the back of the couch, peering sideways at you with a big grin, “heyyyy, babe.”

“Hi,” you return with a tight-lipped smile, studying his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes skeptically. You move around to the front of the couch, noting how he’s only in some dirty boxers and a pair of mismatched socks. You spot the beer case sitting on the table, five out of the six bottles missing from their slots, empty and tossed about the floor, “Jesus, Kurt, did you seriously drink all my shit?”

You feel his long fingers wrap tight around your wrist before they tug, yanking you until you stumble and fall to your knees. You look up at him, bewildered, your hands grasping his spread legs to steady yourself. 

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Kurt says, voice surprisingly stern, followed by a squeaky hiccup that has your lips twisting up, biting back a smile. He’s oblivious to it, his grip tight on your chin, thumb swiping over your bottom lip.

He pulls away and begins to fumble at the hem of his briefs, struggling to pull them down his legs. You reach up to help, suddenly stopped by a stinging pain to your cheek that has your head clocking to the side. He slapped you, and hard.

“Ow,” You breathe out after the initial shock wears off, disbelieving and a little sarcastic, your cheek still hot and tingling when you look back up at him. He doesn’t even dignify you with a response, an angry pout on his face as he shoves his underwear the rest of the way off and slings them across the room with the tip of his foot. 

He’s not even hard, you notice as he scoots to the very edge of the couch cushion. Usually, just the very idea of sex can get him more than halfway there—not to mention the sight of you on your knees for him. He grabs you by the back of the head, tangling his hand in your hair as he tugs you forward, rubbing your intentionally pursed lips over his soft prick.

“Open your f-fucking mouth,” he mutters, his free hand cupping your cheek harshly, his thumb shoving past your teeth and pulling down on your jaw until your lips part. He uses the same hand to grip his flaccid cock, feeding it into your wet heat with a groan.

It’s a strange feeling, having him soft in your mouth, just sitting on your tongue. He’s not rocking his hips or anything, and you can’t comfortably attempt to bob up and down with the grip in your hair—though you’re not sure if that would even work properly with him not being erect. 

You glance up, something about his face—how his brow is furrowed, lower lip drawn between his teeth, face flushed red and sweaty—spurs you on, makes you want to pleasure him instead of just idly sitting by. You suckle gently at his cockhead, moaning softly just to hear the throaty little whimper he makes at the vibrations against his hot flesh. 

“Th-that’s good, you’re so good at this,” he finally releases the grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back and sloppily lick up and down his shaft, sucking lightly at his skin and lapping at his balls, “like you’re, made—born to do this. Taking dick,” he breathes, his head rolling back on a moan as you take him back into your mouth, easily enveloping all of his soft cock into the wet heat of your throat.

His hand returns to the back of your head just to hold you in place, your nostrils flaring as you’re forced to inhale through your nose, breathing slightly obstructed by his cockhead nudging the back of your throat.

“I should just tie you up, a-and fuck your pretty mouth wh-whenever I—whenever I feel like it,” he groans, his hips grinding forward, pressing your nose to his pelvis, forcing you to inhale his musk. He’s still soft, but you feel his prick twitch against the roof of your mouth, “my little cock slut. So… so easy.”

You moan at his words, eyes rolling back. You’re not sure what’s gotten into him—if it’s the alcohol or something else—but he’s never been so talkative, so forward during sex before. It’s usually you taking charge, dirty talking him until he’s a whimpering, squirming mess. You fumble to rub at your clothed crotch, whining, jaw falling slack the tiniest bit more at the pressure against your aching prick. 

Kurt jerks, his bony knee colliding with your cheek as he moves to hook his ankle against your wrist. You pull off of him, coughing as he shoves your hand away with his leg. You settle your palm to the floor to catch yourself as the movement awkwardly rocks you to the side, a shout falling from your lips as he slams his heel into the top of your hand, grinding it against your knuckles. 

He grabs you by the jaw, squeezing at your cheeks until your mouth opens up again, mindlessly letting your tongue loll out as you look up at him with wide, watering eyes. He leans forward, putting more weight on your hand, and fucking spits. Directly into your mouth. 

“Fucking—stupid. Stupid whore,” he stammers out, his voice still laced with pseudo confidence despite being held back by his consistent stuttering. He pulls his foot off of your hand and you yank it away, drawing it back to settle obediently on the top of your thigh.

You whine high and reedy as he stands, forcing you to arch your back as he grips his cock and rubs it over your tongue, slowly rocking his hips back and forth to feed it deeper and deeper into your mouth before pulling almost all the way out again, stopping just at the end of your tongue.

You watch, half delirious with the power shift, as he squeezes his eyes shut with a groan, chin pressed to his chest as his flaccid prick gives a weak kick before he’s coming, spurting thick ropes of his spend, the rest dribbling out and pooling at the center dip of your tongue as his cockhead pulses.

“Y-yeah, fuck, look—look so good like that,” Kurt pants, the grip on your face loosening ever so slightly, “c’mon, swallow me, s-swallow my cum,” he urges, pushing lightly up at your jaw.

You do so, rolling your tongue back into your mouth and swallowing performatively, wincing at the salty-sweet taste. You let your lips part, showing him you took it all. He hums, pulling your bottom lip down before releasing it, watching as it snaps and jiggles into place with a small smirk.

“My little fuck toy,” he murmurs, followed by another hiccup. You don’t hide your smile this time, nuzzling into the palm cupping your cheek. He trails it to the back of your neck, grip firm as he starts to pull you upwards. You follow easily, going where he guides you—drunkenly undressing you before positioning you until you’re laid back on the length of the couch. 

He fumbles with one of the decorative pillows, propping your head up slightly with it before he kneels over your chest, facing away. He leans onto his forearms, hot breath fanning over your leaking cock as he wiggles his hips, “c’mon, w-we’re not done,” he complains, the whiney edge slowly returning to his voice, “fuck—mm, wanna feel y-your tongue in me, babe, stretching me for your—your big dick.”

He gives a sloppy kiss to the tip of your cock and you groan, gripping his pasty thighs to yank him back. He cries out as you press the flat of your tongue to his pucker before immediately shaping the wet muscle to a point, pressing past his tight little rim and licking into him.

He gasps and whimpers, slobbering hot and wet at your throbbing cock, only daring to take the head into his mouth to suckle at it, tongue digging at your slit and moaning at the taste of your pre—the noise so high and needy like he could get off from just that alone.

He’s never been able to tamper down his sensitive gag reflex, and he has a tendency to unconsciously bite down—which you’ve learned the hard way, if the white teeth-shaped scars at the base of your dick have anything to say about it—so you revel in any amount of attention his lips give to your prick, even just how he mouths and sucks at the flesh of your shaft as his ass presses back against your face.

You can taste the hint of name-brand soap on his skin, his hair having been slightly damp from the shower when you came home—but you can also taste the sweat that’s gathered from the hot apartment and the exertion of sex, both sweet and bitter against your tongue as you lap at his hole, his taint, mouthing wetly at his balls. 

Kurt purses his lips as he positions your dick straight up, his head hovering above it as he lets saliva drip from his mouth. You can feel the hot trail of spit landing at the peak of your swollen cockhead before slipping down and dripping over your shaft. You groan as his hand starts to work you, pumping up and down at a steady pace. 

You slide in two fingers alongside your probing tongue, a little too much too fast—but it still has Kurt moaning, his hips pushing back to suck the digits deeper into his tight clutch.

“S-sometimes I…I wish I had a, a cunt,” you can feel his lips move against the base of your cock as his fist twists over your head over and over, the reverberations of his voice sending a thrill up your spine, “so I could j-just slide onto your, fucking—big dick. And m-maybe you’d knock me up, fill my—my pussy with your c-cum, right?”

You moan, your cock kicking as you stiltedly nod, tongue still licking into his hole. He rocks back a few more times before pushing up onto his hands and crawling forward. He awkwardly turns, careful of his long limbs—his head hanging down and fringe flopping into his face as he rises up on his knees over your cock, gripping the base to hold you steady as he slowly lowers.

Your hips twitch and he pinches your thigh, giving a painfully tight squeeze to your prick, “stay still.”

“Y-yeah,” you breathe out, your chest rising and falling with your quickening breaths. Something dark seems to flash over his eyes as he trails his free hand, fingers spread wide, up over your torso before settling against your throat. He gives a light squeeze and you shudder, eyes fluttering shut, his wet hole still teasing at your leaking cockhead.

“C-call me—” his face sours before he tries again, concentrating on keeping his voice steady despite how naturally timid it always sounds, “call me sir.”

You groan as he rocks his hips the slightest bit, letting your dick catch teasingly at his rim. You swallow thickly, willing your voice to work, your hands fidgeting at your sides where they long to grip his hips and just yank him down onto your cock, fully sheathe yourself into his little clutch and fuck up into him until he’s sobbing.

“Yes, sir,” you moan out, willing your hips to keep from bucking up into that wet, tight heat teasing against you. You notice, absently, that Kurt is still soft.

He groans at your words, pushing down to let the head of your cock pop into him, slipping easily past his stretched rim. The hand around your throat squeezes, his fingers pushing hard at the sides of your neck as he slowly lowers down the length of you, his tight little clutch sucking your pulsing cock into him. 

You’re already embarrassingly close as he starts to work himself up and down your cock, grunting and whimpering, swallowing down the higher-pitched noises with a furrowed brow and bitten lip. The lack of steady oxygen mixed with the weird power play and the earlier attention to your prick has you sensitive and ready to come. 

He angles his hips a few different ways before crying out as your cockhead ruts over his prostate, his dick finally starting to fatten and fill out with the stimulation. He’s fully hard in seconds, prick flushed red and bobbing with each rise and sink of his body. He uses the hand not at your neck to stroke himself, leaning forward, putting his body weight against your throat, staring down at you with big, owlish eyes until you're really choking, your face turning purple as you gasp for air, eyes rolling back into your skull.

He feels your cock twitch and pulse inside his hole, releasing his grip on you just as you buck up helplessly into that wet, welcoming heat, filling him up with your cum just like he’d wanted. It’s maybe the first time you’ve ever come before Kurt, and you can feel your face burning with a strange mixture of shame and pleasure, white stars dancing across your vision as you blearily watch Kurt stroking his dick.

The amount of pre he’s leaking creates a wet, slick slapping sound as he fists his flushed cock. It’s obscene, paired with the squelching of your cum dribbling and bubbling out of his hole, past your dick and dripping to your balls. 

He actually growls, teeth barred, shouting out a strangled “fuck!” as he takes in the entirety of your slowly softening cock, grinding his hips down harshly as he comes, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, his spend splattering sticky and wet across your abdomen and chest. 

The two of you pant as you come down, staring into each other’s half-lidded eyes. There’s tears and spit dripping down to your chin from when he’d been choking you, and a ring of dark red and slowly purpling bruises around your throat. You look absolutely wrecked, covered in Kurt’s cum, and the sight makes him moan low and appreciative. 

He reaches down, scooping up his own spend with his fingers, keeping his eyes on yours as he sucks them into his mouth, licking at his own cum. You groan softly, watching him lean down to lick at the stripe of white over your nipple, your soft cock giving a weak but valiant kick inside of him as he sucks at the pink nub, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin ever so slightly. 

He moves further up your body, careful to keep your dick from slipping out of him as he settles on top of you, mouthing wet and lazy over your Adam’s apple as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a shaky breath, basking in his hot skin pressed to yours. 

“Think it’s gonna take?” you whisper, voice raspy from the choking. You press a kiss against his mess of hair.

The joke sails right over his head, as with most humor. Instead, he hums, considering for a moment, “‘hope so,” he finally slurs, quiet and murmured against your throat. You chuckle softly but feel your heart flutter a bit at the idea. You hug him closer to you as he starts to lightly snore, letting your own eyes flutter shut.

#kurt kunkle x reader #spree #kurt kunkle x m!reader #kurt x m!reader #mine #smut #kurt x reader

[busterheadspace]

If you are still doing requests, can i ask for something about Andre/Gigi? I just think they're neat :33

Done!

Note:Request are open

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Andre had been woken up by loud music and he turned his head  to see what was making that noise.  To his surprise but also not really a surprise, Gigi was wide awake and on her phone.  He rolled over, one arm swinging over her stomach, and the other reaching for her phone.

"Andre.." Gigi glared at him and puts his arm down. He curls up against her instead, sighing.

"Go to sleep.. It's late." He mumbled,

"I'll sleep after I looking at this 

"Hm?" More awake, he looked at the video Gigi was watching. A model was wearing a simple black dress that covered her legs. 

"Yeah.. it's pretty. But go to sleep. You get cranky when you don't get your beauty sleep."

Gigi snorts although puts her phone down and lets Andre hold her, his head resting on her stomach. 

"I'll buy you that dress." Andre said.

"Really? You better bet your ass you are if you're talking like that" Her hands comb through his soft hair. He grins, putting a hand on her face.

"I'll surprise you. Don't worry." Andre chuckles before falling asleep

—-

In fact he did keep his promise. A week later Andre had arrived home from work and there was a package at the door. Gigi had to deal with a night show so she had to stay later. He opened the box and it was the dress! It came!

Maybe it was the excitement from the dress or whatever he took earlier at work but he wanted to do something nice for Gigi and decided to dig through his closet to look for a nice suit

—

The door slammed open and it woke Andre out of his nap. He quickly sat up, seeing a clearly pissed Gigi in the doorway, kicking off her shoes

"So, what happened at work?" Andre asked, hanging from the couch edge. Although he loses balance and falls onto his head with a yelp, his tie loosely hangs. He gives Gigi a sheepish smile and she shakes her head with a tiny smirk. As Andre collected himself, Gigi grabbed his tie and began fixing it

"If you're going to dress properly, can you at least learn how to do your own tie." Gigi murmured "Why are you dressed like this? If JR said we're going to another Government party, he's going to hear hell from me"

"Nah. It's not any of that. I would have drugged him with some memory serum. I got you this though." Andre took the box from the table and handed it to his girlfriend. She raised her eyebrow but opened it. A smile forms on her face as she takes the dress out, looking at it.

"So you did keep your word." She says and kisses his cheek as a thanks. Andre nearly melts with happiness and chuckles, holding her hand.

"I wouldn't waste this opportunity. Care for a dance?" 

“I’m a mess but a dance does sound hot right now. Give me time in the bathroom so I make myself look good for you.” 

Andre pouts but let's go as Gigi heads to the bathroom. She goes in, and leaves quicker than usual, wearing the dress. Andre held his hand out and she took it again. He chuckles and smiles, holding onto her arm and started swaying as he slowly spun. She followed and they enjoy a quiet dance with each other

In a split second, Andre felt himself twirling and falling, being caught by an arm wrapped around his waist. Gigi looked smug as she brought him up, cradling his face in her hands.

“So.. what next?”

“Dinner. Because I am hell of hungry after that dance and work.”

“Aw. You’re not satisfied with how hot I am.” That earns a light glare from her and he laughs nervously and goes to grab his phone for takeout. “So what are we doing?”

“How about sushi? I’ll pay since you were nice with the gift”

“Alright .” 

He made a quick call and ordered before they sat close on the couch and turned the TV.

 “You’re really pretty Gigi.” Andre whispers and she rolls her eyes in a playful manner before kissing him deeply. Andre makes a content noise as he lets go, both of them grinning at each other.

#inside job #inside job fanfic #gigi thompson #andre lee #andigigi

[finniestoncrane]

i like your Rogue Sugar Daddy headcanons... Could you do some more villains? (maybe hatter, hoohoo)

aaaah i'm glad you liked them!! okey dokey lil bb thank you for requesting 💚

(pls don't judge me too harshly on my characterisation of hatter, i don't know much about him!! i've been scared off by some of his iterations ksahskadh and i really need to do a proper deep dive on his character)

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

mad hatter

he’ll spoil you so bad, you’re precious to him and he loves having someone to fawn over and dote on. you get the prettiest dresses, the nicest shoes, the cutest bows for your hair (and a decent allowance on top) and your duties in return are to serve tea at his parties, bring the cakes, and be cute and sweet at all times. he likes reading to you, it soothes him, and it's one of the things he enjoys doing with you the most. will definitely set up a picnic with tea and biscuits in a field and read stories to you with your head in his lap

black mask

you are literally arm candy and that's your one job. he won't call on you unless he has to make an appearance somewhere, and you'll receive the invitation along with bags and bags and boxes and boxes of clothes, accessories, jewellery and shoes. show up, look hot and stay quiet and don't let go of his arm the whole night. if you need to drink something, he'll hand it to you. you should have eaten and gone to the bathroom before you arrived. he'll get someone to drive you home and you'll wake up to a hefty deposit in your bank account as a thanks, depending on how well you behaved

catwoman

she doesn't expect anything in return, it's just nice sometimes to have someone to give things to. if she finds anything she thinks would make you smile, she'll leave it on your doorstep. thinking less dead mice and birds and more an expensive watch or some nice earrings. all she gets out of it is being able to watch the surprise and joy on your face when you stumble upon her surprise gifts from a safe distance. the mystery is part of the fun

victor zsasz

his approach to being a sugar daddy is a little different to most. he's often busy, way too busy to spoil you or see you in the flesh. so he satisfies a lot of his sadomasochistic urges by video calling you so you can watch him while he punishes himself. you can tell him what to do, and for everything he does that hurts him extra good, you'll get another little cash tip for being so mean to daddy

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #anon #batman rogues #rogues gallery #batman scenario #mad hatter #jervis tetch #black mask #roman sionis #victor zsasz #catwoman #selina kyle #q

[skzluvs]

Ice.cream 🍦; Hwang Hyunjin, part 1

Genre: Idol! hyunjin Angst, fluff?, unrequited love

Warnings: none as in this chapter

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: This was supposed to be made into just one long fic but I was struggling while writing it so I decided to make it into a series, to, let me know what you think of it so far!

“melts in a flash i cant pull myself together”

Hyunjin fell, he fell deep, when he least expected it, he fell with her touch, with the pretty sound of her voice, but he fell even more with her indifference with the way she seemed not to care about anyone in the world but herself, where she preferred loneliness over being surrounded by a group of people who barely knew anything about her but her name. He fell with all the flaws that he masked into conformity.

Hyunjin moved in a crowd and sometimes even for him it was too much to handle, he had a lot of friends and people who was cautious of every movement he made, that's the price he had to pay for the fame, it was a "fair" exchange, his privacy for the admiration of millions. But he didn't regretted it or at least thats what he said as he tried to convince his own self. Maybe only at nights when the moon shined through his curtains and the silence of the room embraced the atmosphere thats when he, for at least a second would wish deep in his heart things would be a little different. Believe it when he says he was happy doing what he loved the most, surrounded by the people he loved, he got it all. But a sudden regret, he would find himself longing for something more, and he truly didn't know what that was.

But he hoped to find it soon enough. Because the guilt was eating him alive. Not being completely satisfied with his current life was probably the biggest sin he would've ever commit.

Hyunjin had a day off, clear schedule for the first time in months, after the back to back concerts and events, he and all of the members deserved some rest. But hyunjin didn't know how to rest, and probably that was due to his high paced life style, or to his personality, maybe a little bit of both. So he though about all the things he wanted to do today, and none of them were staying home.

He had been wanting to go expand his literary horizons, nowadays he had found himself devouring multiple books, he found them so comforting. The way they travel him to different places. In every word and in every flip of a page his emotions overflowed.

The weather was perfect a bright sunny day, so he thought his plan on taking himself on a date wasn't too bad of an idea after all. Bookstore, coffee shop and walking the streets of Seoul with his headphones on, blasting his favorite tunes, he was ecstatic. Deciding not to waste anymore of his precious time he decided to leave right away.

"hey Felix im going out" he said to the boy who was immersed into his computer, too focus on his video game to pay attention to him.

"Have fun" he said goodbye without taking his eyes off the screen "damn it why is this domain so hard to clear off" he yelled to himself in frustration and hyunjin just laughed at his antics.

Hyunjin made sure to grab his bag with all his essentials, his wallet, his headphones and his charger. He put on his shoes at the door and closed it behind him as he was leaving the dorm.

Hyunjin walked the busy streets listening to some of his favorites songs, enjoying the warmth of a sunny summer day. Hyunjin wasn't specially fond of summer, he preferred the winter but lately he had began to fall in love with the memories summers had brought to him, and therefore with the season itself.

Once he arrived to the bookstore, it was an old bookstore, he could probably smell the rusty pages emanating from the inside all the way through the entrance and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer , scrutinizing the shelves, staring at every cover without missing each of the titles that were being displayed. Hyunjin was astonished at the extend variety of genres. He carefully took his time reading some of the synopsis and a couple first pages of some of the books that had caught his eye. The hours inside that bookstore felt like seconds to him. He was too immersed on this volume to not pay attention to the girl that was trying to talk to him. Her voice wasn’t uncertain it was cold and direct.

"hey, excuse me?"

Those words brought hyunjin from the vulnerable state he was in back to reality, and he would be lying if he didn't hoped that voice wasn't calling for him. He knew exacty what came next probably the usual, are you hyunjin from stray kids? And no he didn't mind meeting his fans outside schedules at all, actually he loved and appreciated them a lot, but today he wished for little peace. And maybe he hated himself a little bit more due to those thoughts.

His eyes went slowly from the page to the figure standing in front of him. Her gaze was piercing his soul, a strong aura that filled up the room, her clothes were nothing out of the ordinary but somehow they made her stand out a lot. She looked like those type of people who leave a strong impression. She probably felt uncomfortable by the way hyunjin was just standing there book in hand examining her like some sort of specimen. So she decided to speak again.

"Are you planning of buying that book" she asked with no hesitation pointing at his hands, that unconsciously were gripping at the hard cover tightly.

He was incredibly confused, but exhaled in relief at the fact the girl wasn't here for an autograph nor a photo she just wanted the book. And hyunjin laughed a little bit inside, thinking how silly it was for him to think so highly of himself at moments like this. Of course not everyone cares about you hwang hyunjin he said to himself.

"I'm not sure yet i was giving it a read as i was considering it" he replied calmly.

"I'm kinda in a rush and honestly i came all the way here just for that book, so trust me when i say im not leaving without it" she firmly stated, furrowing her brows slightly. He assumed it was probably the only edition left, since it looked like and out of print.

Hyunjin thought the situation was slightly amusing, because it was just a book, and the girl was throwing a ruckus as if she would die because of it. But as much as his curiosity irked him, he couldn't argue with her for multiple reasons, the most obvious one is that if he wanted to continue his day off in peace he couldn't attract unnecessary attention to himself, and second he didn't knew much about the book so he couldn't judge her urgency so he just decided to let go of it and hand it carefully to the girl who seemed to try her best to contain her last straw of patience as she waited.

She grabbed it and walked away from him, not even a thank you, nor a glance, she directed her tracks straight to the counter, and as she paid for the book, hyunjin continued to observe her from the other side of the room, where his body hadn't moved an inch.

He didn’t know what made him so intrigued, most likely the girl’s particular way of acting, something completely different to the reactions he was used to getting from people. Something about that indifference made him wonder for a second if he just looked like an ordinary boy to her. Which made him relived because he could carry on his day as he had planned.

After browsing through the aisles for a little longer, hyunjin bought few books and made his way to the cafe. The place was rather cozy with a warming atmosphere the decorations were rustic but very on trend, there was a mixture of fake and real plants all around the establishment which made it really peaceful. Hyunjin ordered his usual ice americano paired up with a chocolate croffle, the perfect bittersweet combination. He sat close to the window and made himself comfortable as he took a sip from his drink and opened one of the books he had just picked up earlier.

The evening went by as hyunjin immersed himself in the delight of his dessert and the word of “someone who will love you in all your damaged glory” the hours went by so fast that he didn’t realize that it had started raining outside. And not the usual drizzle it was absolutely pouring, as if the sky was falling the thunderstorm grew bigger by every second.

Despite liking the rain the situation itself was pretty bad news to him.

Hyunjin panicked, he had to go home now and to make it even worse he hadn’t even brought an umbrella with him that day because the weather was perfect, until now, of course. He didn’t know what to do. Should he call Chan and tell him he was stuck in the city? or should he try to run to make it to the bus stop. He chose the later because he truly didn’t want to bother his members on their day off. It wasn’t something that was granted to them very often, he knew they deserved to rest. Hyunjin had brought this upon himself, he had to fix this himself.

As soon as he exited the shop he met the storm, the water drops showering him from the top of his cap to the bottom of his sneakers. He ran as fast as he could trying to cover himself with his bag. Once he made it safely to the bus stop he was already drench. He boarded the bus and hoped to dry himself as soon as he arrived home.

He got home safely, as he heard the nagging of his members for staying out too late, they were worried about him. And as for his dripping state, they made him wipe the floor. Hyunjin took a warm bath and changed into comfy clothes. Laid in bed as fell into a deep slumber. It had been an interesting but eventful day, he was exhausted.

Hyunjin was standing in a alleyway and his vision was impaired by the darkness, as he tried to make this way out of that place, the sorrowful cries of someone startled him he followed the cries all the way to the end and there was no exit because he had reached a dead end. And suddenly a small light appeared straight ahead where he thought he had reached the blocked wall. So he kept walking as the light grew bigger to the source. The light emanated from a silver lighter that opened and closed, half a cigarette and the girl who held it in between her lips as she continued to manipulate the lighter with her fingers, as hyunjin approached her, everything became clearer. The details on her face, the dry tears on her cheeks, the lines in her forehead from frowning, the sickening smell from the burning cigarette and the defeated look in her eyes. The sight was devastating and hyunjin couldn’t pinpoint the feeling in that moment, it was like his heart was being ripped out. The girl who’s name he didn’t know yet looked so broken in front of him, a total opposite from the first impression he had gotten out her at the library. Hyunjin tried to get closer to hold her but as he tried to grab her hand to ask her what was troubling her the figure disappeared before his eyes, like a magic trick she was long gone. Vanishing into thin air.

“You cant grasp onto something that doesn’t exist”

#hwang hyunjin #han jisung #kim seungmin #bang chan #lee felix #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #hyunjin fics #hyunjin au #stray kids #yang jeongin #seo changbin #lee minho #hyunjin fic #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin is art #hyunjin imagines

[sepulchralblues]

WIP Wednesday!

A bunch from a brand new ballet AU inspired by @peachykun-art‘s incredible stuff :)

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It was a deadly thing, to fall. For a normal person, maybe.

But for a dancer? Always.

Every fall, every misstep, meant there was something wrong.

And when there was something wrong, it had to be corrected.

The rooftop was well lit despite the darkness of midnight. It was, after all, New York City, and this city of hers never slept.

The party went on behind her. It was uncaring of the lone soul that had escaped those reaching hands to run to the ledge.

She finished tying the laces, taking a small spin to feel her feet fit to every edge and curve of her ballet shoes.

Her mother’s voice played over and over in her head. Those same words had haunted her every step and every move for the last few days.

You have one job, and that is to dance. Better than anyone else in this fucking school.

She had no need for music when she began her routine.

With enough practice, there was never a need for music. The beat of her heart in her fingertips, the breath leaving her lungs, the tap of her shoes against the pavement of the roof—they were music enough.

Her mind, her body, filled in the rest.

She let herself feel every movement, every stretch of her arms and every twist of her waist. Felt the pull of the sore muscle in her back, the twinge of pain that shot up through her right ankle.

Let them wash over her and wash out of her.

Fine blond hair trailed her, fanning out behind her back with every turn.

But it wasn’t enough. To feel the wind on her bare shoulders, to see her white dress spin with her.

There was a thrum in her blood that wasn’t yet satisfied.

She glanced behind her; no one was watching.

The music from the party pulsated over the roof. Her boyfriend, her best friends—they were all there, drinks in hands and singing along tonelessly.

She desperately wished she could join them.

Wished her mother hadn’t visited this week.

Wished she hadn’t heard what she had.

Her hands stretched out in front of her. Fingers grasped empty air where there was a genie’s lamp in her mind.

Her leg swept out behind her, around, momentum lifting her up, the motions like second nature now. The crescendo burned in her, streaked down her face as phantom tear tracks, a colossal wave that built and built and built.

And yet it wasn’t enough.

A shout rose from the party, and screams of joy countered it.

Something cracked in her at the sound.

She walked to the ledge, hands outstretched and gripping stone. It took nothing to haul herself up.

Balance. She had always been good at that, even as a child.

She begun the routine again.

There was something about dance, about ballet itself, that had made her feel like she had wings.

Arms that soared, feathers that fluttered behind her.

A bird in flight.

Spin, split, stretch. Stone rough on her soles through the thin material of her shoes.

She forgot the terms of her movements, forgot her body, and forgot her pains.

She was a wraith, a shadow that lived and breathed the dance. It controlled her, pulsed through her. She was a conduit and nothing more.

—

The blond tsked. “You don’t actually think you were brought here for your talent?” When Neil's expression didn’t so much as shift, a sharp smile curved across the blond’s lips. “You,” he tapped a finger on Neil's chest, “are a publicity stunt.”

What?

His face must have belayed his confusion because the blond said, “Oh, come on. You must have heard. One student falls to her death at ESB? Another turns down the New York City Ballet’s offer in lieu of continuing his studies?”

Neil didn’t know what to think. He had read the newspapers and the articles, seen the YouTube videos, even dug up a conspiracy theory or two.

But he’d never pictured this.

A publicity stunt.

Christ.

He didn’t know what he hated more — the school for doing it, or the blond for ensuring he didn’t live in ignorance of this matter.

The blond studied him, fingers tapping out a rhythm on wood. The smile was still there, when he said, “You’re the prize horse they’re trotting around for the media, a nice little cloth to tie over everyone’s eyes while they clean up the mess in the background.”

Neil didn’t know why his next words were, “What happened to talent?”

That wiped the smile from the blond’s face. He stepped closer, pushing into Neil's space, but Neil didn’t back down.

Standing this close, he noticed the blond was only a few inches shorter than him. His hazel eyes burned with an intensity not reflected on his face.

“Talent,” he scoffed in a low voice. “If talent got you anywhere in ballet, this would be a very different place indeed.”

Neil swallowed. “Who are you?”

The blond tipped his head to the side, his gaze craving lines over Neil's face like a hot iron brand. There was amusement in the lift of his eyebrows when he said, “You don’t know me yet.” Two of his fingers tapped on his upper lip. “But you will,” he promised. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

The blond turned and strode out of the room before Neil could say another word.

#i missed last week #so here's an extra long snippet for that #:) #aftg #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg au #ballet au #Andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #allison reynolds #all for the game #tfc au #bits and pieces #AU #my writing #wip wednesday

[kieuecaprie]

what's her college major/biggest hobby?

I am VERY tempted to just say "video gaming" and leave it at that because she's living a rather isolated life but I don't think that'd be quite satisfying.

That said, I don't know much about college majors because, well, while I have been through higher education myself, it was mostly on autopilot so I barely had much information retained about the whole ordeal.

But if I were to be in her shoes (or... lack thereof, she can't wear shoes, at least, not shoes made for humans and the like) and I had to have picked one?

I would imagine she would be an art major with a minor in computer science (the world she lives in is a modern fantasy, so anything dealing with technology is a boon... just like in real life ha ha :') ), although she hasn't pursued anything beyond that, the ordeal burned her out severely.

And I know it's an either/or question but I think I'll answer the other half too:

Her biggest hobby is not video games, although it comes very close, she loves that hobby to bits and thrills in hearing the stories of other people, albeit fictional, it's a way to live vicariously through those who have adventures due to her era not really lending itself to a life of adventure.

(After many world-changing events and many, many mysteries being solved, adventuring became less lucrative and exciting overtime, with people deciding to take up other works or go take up studies. The last adventurers that had made their mark would've been her parents and a small group of friends they had made.)

No, her biggest hobby would have to be playing music, something that was inspired by her father, who was a bard. Like father, like daughter and all that. She isn't very good at it, she struggles a lot and tends to almost quit at the first sign of adversity but she is trying her best.

But video games are definitely a close second, followed by collecting plushies, which I have tried to depict in a couple of images I drew a while back but I don't think I could come close just yet. Maybe when I sit down and have the motivation to do it.

#obscenelytinyshark #kieuecaprie asks #how do you tag answers to asks #asks #maybe these are acceptable??? #amelia “lily” silvernoon

[xplrvibes]

i finally had time to finish watching haunted nights’ conjuring house video and let me tell you i actually loved it, especially for a first video. i do have some things to point out though - at some parts, i do feel like it was both repetitive and all over the place, they couldn’t focus on the task at hand (like talking to the spirit). but one thing that made me really satisfied was their reactions and behavior. they never once played with spirits or disrespected them. they made some jokes between them, in their Steve-Dylan dynamic, but never with spirits. they not only were extremely respectful, but also very calm. they only freaked out once. they kept saying “please” and “thank you”. but i feel like they didn’t get any substantial answer (which seems more realistic to me than constantly getting answers that match exactly with what you want to hear). one thing that surprised me was that instead of one dr-60, they have two and they use it in a curious way (i haven’t seen other paranormal content creators do that): they will put them to record simultaneously and see if both recorders pick up the same thing (spoiler alert: they don’t, which truly interested me). not only that but also they will simply put the recorders to record and not say a thing. i loved that concept. they would leave it on and wait for a couple minutes and then play it back to see if anything was said and could be picked up on. i gotta say i wasn’t hearing what they were hearing but when they put the subtitles on screen i could hear what they were hearing (isn’t the mind a fun thing?! induction at its best!)

one thing that the comments were right about (besides their respectful approach and calmness): the silence. No background music at all. If they were silent, so was the video. i could hear a lot of noises that i normally don’t (some i actually still can’t hear). i loved it! felt wayyyy more immersive and entertaining. i was both on edge waiting for the next shoe to drop and also very entertained. however, i have to point out that i feel like Steve is way more intimidating to spirits than other investigators. he’s incisive and firm, there’s just an energy about him/the way he conducts his investigation that does come across as intimidating and i never say that abt anyone bc those are spirits. what do they have to be afraid of? some measly humans? what do they have to lose? they’re dead, stuck between places, some of them are not stuck not choose to stick around, so like… yeah no. but steve’s energy hits different to me for some reason.

another thing i’d like to point out is the fact that they went live on Instagram while investigating at the conjuring house and did the Estes method live (which they included on the footage). while i do think that’s somewhat innovative (ar least i haven’t seen that done before), i’m not overly sure about how I feel about it. how much of that can be detrimental/intimidating to spiritual communication. in any case though, they didn’t truly get much out of Estes method but two things that jumped out to me were (again) how incisive and adamant Steve was while insisting for the spirits’ name (or names). i personally loved that and i loved it even more that the spirits simply did not give out their names. it contributes to my theory of manipulation - spirits answering based on what other people want to hear to lure them in/make them more interested or invested. like when they’ll ask “are you X person?” and the spirit will say “yes” immediately. but when asked directly what their names are (without any lifeline given), they refuse to answer. the second thing was how the spirits apparently kept repeating seven which made me think of the seven buried/dead soldiers we’ve heard about on snc’s video. they did mention a “liam” so maybe one of the dead soldiers was communicating? who knows.

something else that i really liked was the different angles they had - different cameras and stuff. one was actually pointed out towards the room were snc supposedly captured that little boy’s thermal picture and as far as i saw there was no mirror there, nothing to reflect colby’s image so how could that thermal picture be a reflection of Colby, like we were discussing months ago? the flashlight was interesting too - at one point, it was turned off and then when Steve mentioned spirits wanting to talk, it turned on without them realizing it at first (about 37:40 mins in I believe). and then the flashlight seemed to be struggling to turn off/in so that was interesting too, like someone really didn’t know how that worked and was putting a lot of energy into turning it off/on.

the thing that happened at the end, that freaked them out - while very loud, i’m saying it was just a coincidence, not paranormal. it’s an old house, hasn’t gone through renovations as far as i’m aware so it’s not as surprising something like that can happen. overall, I’ll give it a solid 9/10, there were equipments i hadn’t seen before and different uses to equipments we already know, innovative features/things and it was a good one all in all. i really liked it!

I also finally had time to finish it last night (sorry I didn't around to responding to this until today!), and I agree with a lot of your assessment.

I will say this- you can tell they are new to the editing and youtubing world in general (which is not totally a knock, believe it or not lol). There is something charming about the simplicity and no-frills style of video they put together; however, for me at least, there were times where it felt a little...long. I think some things could have been edited together a little more tightly, which may have made the video not feel as long or kind of drawn out. Example, in the beginning they made the joke about twitter electing Dylan to stay in the basement several times, in the exact same way. One would've sufficed! You know, just little things like that can help make the video feel more cohesive (which is apparently going to be my word of the day) and keep peoples' interest for longer.

Also, while I did like the lack of music or background effects at the important parts...man, not really having anything in there at all was jarring, lol. It was fine, but it also definitely made this video feel a bit longer.

I also found it a little jarring that they didn't really get into the history of the place. I mean, we all know the story already lol, but still- personally speaking, I like the way snc do an overlap of the history and haunts of the places so they're telling it to us in a way that I can absorb. But again, that's just down to personal preference, and not really a knock on them in general.

Overall, the pacing and editing of the video is great for anyone who is really interested in the straight up paranormal side of things, with no frills or built in storylines, or editing designed to kind of pack a punch and keep people entertained in the more traditional tv/youtube content style. Definitely a break from tradition, which is nice!

A few other random observations:

Their overall calm approach is so...refreshing. I like calm. Calm is soothing lol.

I did notice that they were falling into that old repetitive trick of repeatedly asking whatever spirit was with them to use their equipment to confirm that they were there with them. I say this of snc, too- how many times do you need these ghosts to ding your flashlights to prove their existence? It gets old, lol.

Steve has a very...authoritarian presence, but not in a way that makes me inherently dislike him, lol. He just gives off that vibe. I can definitely see the intimidation factor, but I also feel like he's very chill. It's an interesting mix.

I hate that dr60 thing, lol. But good for them for trying something new, and actually including the fact that the dr60s weren't picking up the same things (instead of trying to force it to Mean Something).

Also, you can tell these guys are old school paranormal investigators based on the fact that they do the old trick of just letting the recorder go without any commentary/noise from them. Not sure if snc ever do that as well, since they usually do a lot of editing out of dead air...but I imagine they don't (though they should!).

I honestly didn't even think to look and see if the room that snc had any reflective surfaces, so I'm glad you did! That's really cool.

Not to be that guy lol, but it was kind of interesting that the number seven came up during the Estes Method. 🤔

Anywho, not bad at all, especially for a first outing! Definitely more for the purists than those looking for personalities and traditional entertainment, which I think will hit a very niche but content starved crowd, lol.

#asks #haunted nights video review #haunted nights

[broomballkraken]

Title: A Cute Lady Luck

Fandom: Wylde Flowers

Pairing(s): Marty/Natalia

Word count: 5434

Warnings: None

Summary: Marty recently acquired a horse and asks Natalia if she could make some horseshoes for him. She agrees, but when they try to put the shoes on, the horse violently objects. Natalia was lucky to come out unscathed, but Marty…not so much.

Luck seemed to elude them today, but by the end of the night, Marty and Natalia both felt like the luckiest people in the world.

“Whew, I think that’s the last ingot for this order…”

Natalia let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from her brow. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she studied the neat pile of gold ingots next to the forge; Francis should be set for a while with these.

Running a hand through her hair, she took a generous swig of water before squirting some on her face. She dried her face with a clean cloth and gave her head a shake. Natalia loved her job, but it could get exhausting, so she was glad when she managed to finish a job early and get a little bit of a break in.

“Hi, Natalia!”

She glanced outside, smiling and waving as she greeted Tara and Kai while they walked by, hand-in-hand. They seemed to be heading to town, so Natalia kept the small talk brief and shortly sent them on their way. When they were out of sight, the smile fell from Natalia’s face and she sighed again, but this time it was a bit dejected.

Tara was one of the kindest and most helpful people that she’d ever met. Natalia considered her to be one of her best friends, especially after she had been there for her after she had been possessed by a wraith of all things, even if Natalia hadn’t been aware of it at the time. That being said, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of her relationship with Kai. They were so adorable, and seemed like they were made for each other, and Natalia truly was happy for them. However, that didn’t stop her from wishing that she could find that special someone for her…if he even existed in the first place.

Pursing her lips, Natalia propped her elbows up on her anvil and frowned as she rest her chin on her hands. She knew that she should stay positive, but it was hard when she had an island dating pool. Still, the ferry was up and running again, so maybe today would be the day that her future husband would walk through her door…

“Uh, Natalia?”

Startled by the sudden voice, Natalia jerked up straight, eyes going wide when she saw Marty standing in front of her. The rancher wasn’t a common sight here at the forge, but he certainly wasn’t an unwelcome one. When he had first come to Fairhaven, Natalia didn’t really think he was her type.

But now, in spite of the revelations about his real identity and initial intentions in moving to the small island community, she had grown quite fond of him. He was cute and goofy and always managed to make her laugh, and his farm animals were so adorable, and he took great care of them even though he wasn’t that experienced of a rancher yet. Natalia’s little crush had gone from zero to one hundred very fast, and she always got a little flustered when Marty was around.

The fact that he had caught her daydreaming like an idiot when she was supposed to be working was pretty embarrassing though, and she quickly cleared her throat when she felt her face heat up considerably.

“Ah, h-hey Marty! What’s up?”

Marty raised an eyebrow at her, and her blush deepened when he gave her a once-over. “Are you feeling okay? I’ve been standing here for a few minutes now, and you’ve been staring off into space.”

Natalia winced and covered her face with her hands. “Ugh, why didn’t you say something sooner? How embarrassing…”

“You just looked so cu-er, I mean…” Marty stuttered, and Natalia cocked her head to one side as he averted his gaze and tugged at his collar, which was a bit odd. “N-Nevermind, it’s not important. But, what is important is this job that I have for you, if you’re up for it.”

“Okay, what is it?”

Marty grinned as he puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips. “Well, I managed to get my hands on a pretty nice horse, but he needs some horseshoes, so can you make a set for me, please?”

“Oh sure, I can do that!” Natalia said. She already made Marty one horseshoe after all, and butterflies took flight in her gut when she remembered the beautiful smile that he had on his face when she gave it to him as a symbol of good luck.

“Great, thanks! Neighthanial’s a pretty handsome lad, but he’s, uh, a bit of a handful…” Marty said as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Natalia snorted to stifle a laugh; where the hell did he come up with these silly names for his animals? 

“Also, I, er, don’t really know how to put on horseshoes, so I was wondering…would you mind giving me a hand with that too?”

Natalia rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew that Marty had come to the island only posing as a rancher - and to everyone’s surprise, he had made great strides into actually becoming pretty good at the job - but she really wanted to question the decision to add a horse to his farm without knowing what the hell he was doing.

“Marty, I’m not trained in farriery, you know…”

“Aw, c’mon Natalia! It can’t be too far outside the realm of blacksmithing, right?” Marty took a step closer to her and reached out to take her hands, coaxing a startled squeak out of her. “Please? If you help me, I’ll give you free eggs and milk for a month in addition to your payment.”

Natalia could barely hear him over the sound of her heartbeat roaring in her ears, and her eyes remained fixated on their hands. Swallowing thickly, she bit her lip and forced herself to look back up at him.

“A-Alright, I can try.”

Marty let out a sigh of relief and swiped the back of his hand over his forehead. “Whew, I thought for a second there you were gonna say no and I’d have to ask Thomas for help…and I really didn’t want to do that.” He cringed hard, and Natalia couldn’t help but laugh this time.

“Oh, I’d love to see that.”

Marty pouted as she continued snickering, but she eventually managed to control herself. They went over the details together and Natalia gave him a quote for the cost, which he happily agreed to.

“Thanks a lot, Natalia! You can stop by whenever you finish the shoes-” Marty stated, but he cut himself off with a loud sneeze.

“Yikes, forget about me being sick, are you feeling alright?” Natalia asked, and her brow furrowed when his face flushed and he waved his hands frantically in front of him.

“Y-Yep, I’m right as rain! I’ll see you later, then…” Marty said, and when he turned to leave, he ran face-first into the doorframe.

Natalia gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, partially due to shock but mostly to keep herself from bursting out laughing. “Marty! Are you okay?”

Marty glanced at her over his shoulder as he rubbed at his forehead, before giving her a thumbs up. “Aha, I’m good! I’m just gonna…leave now, before I embarrass myself further…”

With that, Marty finally succeeded in leaving without injuring himself, and Natalia dissolved into a fit of giggles. What an odd man…an odd man that she had a really big crush on. He was hard to read, though, and Natalia was at a loss as to how he felt about her. There was also the fact that he spent quite a lot of time at Sophia’s diner, and that might complicate things, even though Sophia and Thomas were getting pretty serious now.

“Ugh, romance is hard…” Natalia mumbled, and her eyes wandered around the forge until she spotted the handful of flowers that she had picked on the way back from the mines on her last day off. A thought came to her mind that was rather childish, but she went over and picked one out of the pile anyway.

“He loves me…He loves me not…” Natalia mumbled as she started plucking the petals off the flower one by one. She continued speaking the pattern as she plucked, and her eyes went wide when she had the last petal pinched between her fingers.

“He…loves me…”

Staring down at the petal, Natalia’s face flushed as red as the fires of her forge, and she decided that she needed to get to work on Marty’s horseshoes right now, immediately, if only to take her mind off of romance, and Marty…and a romance with Marty...

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A few days later, Natalia had finished making the horseshoes and made her way over to Marty’s ranch. After Marty went to get Neighthanial and brought him out into the field, she learned rather quickly what Marty had meant when he said that the new addition to his collection of critters was a handful.

“C’mon, Neighthanial! Can ya behave for two seconds?”

Neighthanial snorted and stamped a hoof as he shook his head so hard that he almost jerked his lead right out of Marty’s hands. Natalia crossed her arms over her chest and raised a dubious eyebrow.

“Geez, Marty, did you accidentally buy a wild stallion or what?”

“I don’t think so…” Marty muttered, causing Natalia to sigh and shake her head. “I’m sure he’s just…spirited, is all.”

“If you say so. Anyway, I looked up some farrier vids on Twittube that might help us here…” Natalia said as she set down her supplies and pulled out her phone. Marty leaned in close as she started playing one of them, and her heart started to race at their sudden close proximity.

“Do you think that’ll work for him?” Natalia asked when the video finished, and Marty shrugged.

“Er, I think so?”

Natalia rolled her eyes and bent over to pick up a horseshoe. “You’re not being very helpful, Farmer Boy. Well, let’s give it a try-”

“Natalia, look out!”

Natalia jerked her head up when Marty’s distressed cry cut her off, and she let out a shriek when he shoved her out of the way before taking a nasty kick from Neighthanial.

“Marty!” she yelled, scrambling to her feet and rushing to him. Marty groaned from his spot on the ground, curled up into a fetal position and clutching at his side. Neighthanial snorted, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he trotted over to mingle with Mootilda.

Panic welled up inside of Natalia as she jerked her head from side to side, trying to think of the best thing to do. They were out of town, so no one would probably hear her cry for help, and she didn’t know how injured Marty was. There was no time to think about it; she needed to get him to Amira right now.

“Oof, that’s gonna leave a mark-” Marty started, and he let out a yelp when he was suddenly thrown over Natalia’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and she rushed off towards town without a second thought.

“N-Natalia, what are you-”

“Shh! Don’t talk, Marty! I’ll get you to Amira and she’ll save your life for sure!”

“M-My life…?”

Natalia ignored his further protests, spurred on by panic and fear. Getting kicked by a horse was no joke, and it would have been her if Marty hadn’t pushed her out of the way! Why would he do something so dangerous? She barely noticed the concerned inquiries from her neighbors as she sprinted through town as fast as she could, and she only stopped when she had burst into the clinic, rushed into the back, and tossed Marty onto the empty examination table.

“...Can I help you two?”

Amira looked between the two of them with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes, while Bruno raised a confused eyebrow from his spot on the second table. Marty seemed to recover from his rather unusual means of transport, and he winced as he wrapped his arms around himself with a groan.

“Please help, Amira! Marty got kicked by his horse!” Natalia pleaded, and she could feel tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes. Amira’s eyes went wide for a moment, and she turned to Bruno.

“This might be serious, Bruno. You should be all set for today.”

“Right, thanks Doc. Good luck with…whatever this is.”

Bruno chuckled and gave Marty a gentle pat on the arm as he walked by and left. Amira’s demeanor turned serious as she moved to Marty’s side.

“Natalia, you can stay here, but please give me some space,” Amira said, and Natalia was quick to obey and took a few steps backward.

“You can save him, right?!?” Natalia blurted out, and she pouted when Amira laughed.

“He’s not going to die.”

Marty winced when Amira lifted up his shirt to examine the side where he got kicked. “I might die from embarrassment though…”

Amira let out another chuckle and shook her head. “That I can’t help you with.”

“Don’t you have some embarrassment-be-gone spell you can cast or something…?”

“Nope.”

Marty groaned as Amira worked her magic - both literal and figurative - while Natalia looked on, wringing her hands together as she tried to keep her anxiety from making her heart beat right out of her chest. After what felt like an eternity, Amira looked between Marty and Natalia and smiled.

“Well, it looks like nothing’s broken, Marty, so you got lucky this time,” she said, and he let out a long sigh and collapsed back onto the table, looking very relieved. “You’ll just have a nasty bruise to deal with for a bit. I’ll give you something for the pain in the meantime.”

“Is…he really okay?” Natalia said with slight hesitation.

Amira nodded as she helped Marty off the table and walked over to her medicine cabinet. “Yes. It seems that he had a very good luck charm protecting him.”

“Huh?”

Natalia raised an eyebrow at her, but Amira failed to elaborate, and instead shot Natalia a wink, which only served to confuse her more.

“Here, Marty. Take two of these,” Amira said as she handed him the pills and a cup of water. While he was preoccupied with that, Amira leaned over to whisper in Natalia’s ear: “And if the pain gets worse, well, maybe someone could kiss it and make it feel all better~”

She jerked away from Amira, whose eyebrows were wagging as a grin slowly spread over her face. Natalia’s face flushed a bright red and she quickly turned away; now she was going to die of embarrassment…

A sheepish smile crossed Marty’s face as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Er, thanks, Amira. Sorry for the trouble-Achoo!” Marty let out a loud sneeze, and Natalia’s brow furrowed with concern.

“Oh, that’s what I’m here for,” Amira said as she handed Marty a tissue, “And let me know if that little cold gets worse too. I’ll send you the bill!”

Marty’s face paled slightly at that, and Amira’s laughter faded away as Natalia grabbed Marty’s arm and dragged him out of the clinic.

“What the hell were you thinking, Marty?” Natalia said as she jabbed a finger at his chest, “Why’d you push me out of the way like that?”

Marty was silent and his gaze fell to the ground, and when his pretty blue eyes moved back up to meet hers, Natalia inhaled sharply when he reached out to take her hand.

“Natalia, I…You could’ve been really hurt by a kick that you didn’t see coming. I had time to brace myself at least…”

“Marty…” Natalia felt a warmth blossom within her chest, and she puffed out her cheeks, “Thank you, but I didn’t want you to get hurt either. I was…really scared.”

“Ah, well, sorry for scaring you…” Marty trailed off, giving Natalia’s hand a squeeze, and her fingers twitched as she barely resisted the urge to entwin them with his.

“S-Still, you got hurt because of me, so…let me buy you dinner!” Natalia blurted out, and she began to tug him away from the clinic and towards Cafe Moretti.

Marty offered some resistance, but didn’t pull his hand away, which Natalia was very happy about. “Um, you really don’t have to do that, Natalia…”

Natalia pursed her lips and shook her head. “But I want to, Marty.” And for more than one reason, but Natalia kept that to herself. “C’mon, it’s the least I can do after you took that hit for me.”

“Er, o-okay then…”

Natalia beamed as she pulled him into the diner, and she let out a surprised squeak when Sophia suddenly appeared right in front of her.

“Well, well! So, the rumors about you two were true!” she said, beaming as she clapped her hands together. Natalia shared a confused glance with Marty.

“Rumors?”

“Yes, rumors, about how you two have gotten quite cozy with one another.” Sophia raised an eyebrow, pointing at Natalia and Marty’s hands, which were still entwined, and placing her free hand on her hip. “You coming here on a date just about seals the deal.”

“D-Date?!?” Natalia blurted out, jerking her hand from Marty’s impulsively, and she frowned when his face fell. “T-This isn’t really a date, I just, uh, owe Marty for saving me from getting hurt…”

Sophia looked back and forth between the two of them a few times, before her cheeks puffed up and she huffed. “Really, is that all? Mannaggia, you got me all worked up for nothing.”

“Er, well,” Marty finally spoke up, and he glanced at Natalia with shy eyes as a light blush rose upon his cheeks. “I-If this was a date…I really wouldn’t mind at all…”

Natalia’s face flushed a bright red, and she felt like she was going to be crushed under the combined weight of both Marty and Sophia’s intense, hopefully stares. “I, uh, I guess…we could call it…a date…”

“Oh meravigliosa!” Sophia clapped her hands together again and quickly ushered Natalia and Marty to an empty booth, and Natalia tried to ignore the very interested stares coming from the neighboring booth occupied by Giva and Kim.

“So, what can I get you two lovebirds?” Sophia asked after she had poured them both glasses of water. Marty let out a nervous laugh and Natalia’s gaze was fixed on the table. God, she really was going to die of embarrassment at this rate…

“I-I’ll have the beef stroganoff, please.”

“The same for me, please.”

Natalia jerked her head up and cocked it to one side, and a wide grin spread across Sophia’s face. “Ordering the same thing, how romantic! I’ll be back with your order soon, have fun now!” Sophia rushed back to the kitchen with a skip in her step, and Natalia’s heartbeat was roaring within her ears as she was left alone with Marty.

She couldn’t believe she was on a date with Marty. Before this bizarre day had begun, Natalia had no idea how he felt about her, but to hear him call this dinner a date really got her hopes up that he saw her as more than a friend. But what if he had said that just to appease Sophia? Natalia’s heart clenched when she remembered that he spent a lot of time here, and what if he still had a crush on her? Oh no…

Natalia bit her lip and gave her head a quick shake. Marty was staring at her, and he opened his mouth a few times, but he snapped it shut before saying anything. Holy hell, this was so awkward. She needed to say something, if only to keep her mind from wandering into a dark place of uncertainty and insecurity.

To save them both from the uncomfortable silence, Natalia blurted out the first thing that came to her mind: “I didn’t know you liked beef stroganoff, Marty.”

Marty blinked at her a few times, before a cute, shy smile crossed his face and he rubbed at his neck. “Well, I know it’s one of your favorites, so I figured I’d give it a try. Er, d-don’t ask me how I know that…”

Natalia hummed as she narrowed her eyes at him; she had a feeling that Tara’s witchcraft might have had something to do with how he came across that information. Hm, maybe she could help Natalia figure out some of Marty’s favorites as well…

Sophia returned with their food, and Natalia was relieved when she didn’t take the time to tease them this time. Instead, she retreated back behind the counter and watched them in an incredibly unsubtle manner, and Natalia tried her best to ignore her. A silence had fallen upon the table again as they both picked at their food, and Natalia barely fought back the urge to scream, but luckily Marty broke it this time.

“Natalia…I’m sorry if I, you know, made you uncomfortable by saying this is a date.” Marty worried his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes slowly met hers. “Actually, to be perfectly honest with you…I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now.”

“Oh, it’s cool, I’m not-Wait, what?”

Natalia’s jaw dropped, and it took her a moment to process what he had just said. Marty…wanted to go on a date with her all along? Her heart leapt into her throat as butterflies took flight within her gut, and she almost swooned when Marty laughed and a sheepish smile crossed his face.

“Ah, yeah…This isn’t exactly how I planned on it happening, though…but I guess this is what I get for taking so long to work up the courage…”

After Natalia managed to swallow past the lump that had formed in her throat, she squeaked out: “R-Really? You…were gonna ask me out?”

Marty nodded and rubbed at his arms, a frown crossing his face as he stared down at the table. “I’ve wanted to for a while, but between the election and the, er, malcontent trials, I was worried that I missed my chance…”

“Wow…” Natalia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but oh boy was she happy about it! “I’m kinda surprised. From how much time you spent here at the diner, I thought you had a crush on Sophia.”

“Oh, darn it!” Marty cringed and smacked his forehead, causing Natalia to giggle. “I knew that I accidentally friendzoned you!”

Natalia laughed and boldly reached across the table to cover Marty’s hand with hers. “Well, I’m really glad that it wasn’t on purpose.”

Marty’s face flushed a cute, deep shade of red, and the smile that crossed his face as he laced their fingers together made Natalia’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah…me too.”

Now that she knew that their feelings were mutual, Natalia was over the moon, and she enjoyed the rest of their dinner, so much so that Sophia’s teasing wasn’t annoying in the slightest, especially since it kept that cute blush on Marty’s face the entire time.

After they had finished their dinner, Natalia desperately did not want the night to end, so she dragged Marty off to the bar. He ordered spiked hot chocolates for them to go, as Natalia was already annoyed by Damon’s unsubtle innuendos and the way-too-nosy looks they were getting from the other patrons.

Instead, they walked along the beach together, hand-in-hand, until they crossed the bridge and reached the more secluded shore. They sat in the sand, watching the sunset over the horizon until night fell and the sky was lit up by countless stars and the ethereal glow of the moon.

“It’s really pretty here tonight,” Natalia said before taking a sip of her drink, and she let out a content hum as the combination of chocolate and vodka warmed her to the core.

“It is…but not as pretty as you,” Marty said, and Natalia snorted to try and keep herself from laughing, but she failed spectacularly.

“God, that was so cheesy, Marty,” Natalia wheezed as she tried to catch her breath.

Marty cringed and shook his head. “Yeah…that was bad, even for me.”

Natalia’s laughter dissolved into giggles, and she looked up at the sky with a melancholy look on her face. “You know, I’m really glad I moved here. It seemed like a real gamble, moving to a tiny island to try and make a living, but for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m not suffering from a bad luck curse anymore.”

“And yet…” Natalia’s face fell and her grip tightened on her mug. “I almost ruined everything, accusing Sophia of all people of being a malcontent. She’s the last person who would want to hurt anyone here.”

“She had already been through so much hell, and I even made poor Juliet afraid of losing another parent. I know Sophia’s said that she forgives me, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself…”

Natalia’s shoulders slumped and her gaze fell down to her drink, and her eyes widened when she felt Marty’s hand cover hers that was resting next to her on the sand.

“I think you’re being a bit too hard on yourself, Natalia,” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze. “You were possessed by a wraith, right? And I think the whole town has seen how hard you’ve been working to make it up to Sophia.”

Natalia felt her cheeks flush, and a small smile crossed her face as she turned to meet Marty’s gaze. “I…guess you’re right.”

Marty let out a long sigh and downed the rest of his drink. “At least you have an excuse for what you did. Unlike me.”

The smile fell from Natalia’s face as she watched Marty set down his mug and run a hand through his hair. “I came here with the worst intentions, only thinking of myself and how to repair the damage my dad did to the Maplethorpe name.”

“The Maplethorpe name was always a heavy weight on my back, but when I started living here as Marty Emerson, I realized that I liked the people here, and that they started to like me for me, and not because of my family name.”

Marty let out a light chuckle, and a gentle warmth blossomed within Natalia’s chest as she entwined their fingers together. “I feel like, for the first time in my life, that my future is completely mine to define, for better or worse…and maybe buying a crazy horse was on the worse side.”

"I guess that makes us both a couple of hot messes, right?" Natalia giggled and Marty barked out a laugh, and he winced, gingerly rubbing a hand over the spot where he had been kicked. Natalia’s face fell, and she averted her gaze.

“Maybe I’m too quick to think that my luck curse is gone. You got hurt because of me, after all.”

“Nah, I don’t think you’re cursed at all.”

Natalia raised an eyebrow when Marty reached into his pocket, and her eyes went wide when he pulled out an awkwardly bent horseshoe. “This is that horseshoe you gave me, when you told me that they’re good luck. Amira said that it blunted the force of the kick. So, thanks for being my…cute lady luck.”

Natalia felt her cheeks heat up and she scoffed as she looked away. “But you got kicked in the first place because of me.”

“Well, if that hadn’t happened…I wouldn’t be sitting here with you right now, and I think that makes me a pretty lucky man.”

“Marty…”

Natalia’s face felt like it had been set on fire, and she turned her head away from Marty and took a few deep breaths to try and calm her rapidly beating heart. When she turned her head back to him, she let out a startled squeak when she found his face close enough that her nose brushed his.

“Ah, sorry!” Marty immediately pulled away, and Natalia internally cursed at her knee-jerk reaction. “It’s just…you look really pretty tonight, Natalia. Er, n-not that you don’t all the time but, uh, you’re just…extra pretty…”

Natalia shook her head a few times. “I-It’s okay, you just startled me is all…”

“O-Oh, good,” Marty’s grip tightened on her hand as he leaned slightly towards her again, “So, can I…kiss you?”

Natalia answered his question by closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his. It was his turn to let out a startled squeak, and Natalia grabbed him by the shirt with her free hand to keep him in place.

‘Oh my God, I’m kissing him…’ was the only thought that pushed its way through the fog that had enveloped Natalia’s mind. This was a bold move for her, but she blamed that on the little bit of liquid courage that was currently pulsing through her veins. Marty seemed a bit stunned at first, but he recovered and tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he lifted up a hand to cup Natalia’s face. She felt him trembling slightly, so she placed her hand over his and broke the kiss.

“Ah, you okay, Marty?”

He bit his lip and averted his gaze, and Natalia frowned, but patiently waited until his eyes met hers again. “Er, it’s just…I’m not really good at this whole…kissing thing.”

A mischievous grin crossed Natalia’s face as she snaked her arms around his neck. “Well, you know what they say: practice makes perfect.”

He blinked owlishly at her, before chuckling softly. He lifted both hands to Natalia’s face, his fingers gently brushing the hair from her face before cupping her cheeks.

“Well…I might need a lot of practice.”

Natalia grinned and leaned up, her lips brushing his as she spoke:

“Good.”

With that, she kissed him again, and their intimate embrace continued until they both had to part to catch their breaths. Natalia giggled at the goofy grin that was plastered on Marty’s face, and he gave his head a quick shake and let out a low whistle.

“I just…wow, I didn’t think my night would end like this…but I’m really happy it did.”

Natalia frowned. Well, she certainly didn’t want this night to end anytime soon, but eventually the heat from their embrace wore off and the brisk night air chased them away from the beach. They walked back to Natalia’s place, hand-in-hand, and they were standing in the forge all too soon.

“Tonight was…really great, Marty. Pretty awesome, actually,” Natalia said as she closed the large forge doors behind them to keep the cold at bay. “Thanks for the dinner and drinks.”

Marty smiled, and when he held out his arms, she practically jumped into his arms and relished in the warmth of his embrace. She was careful not to squeeze him too tight due to his injury, and he said, “Yeah, even though the day had a rocky start, I had a great time with you too, Natalia. I’d really like to-Achoo!”

Natalia’s face scrunched up and she placed her hands on her hips. “Marty, are you sure you’re not getting sick?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand, “I guess I can tell you the real reason I’ve been sneezing now.”

“Go on…”

“I wanted to give you a nice fall bouquet when I asked you out, and, er, I’m allergic to tiger lilies…”

Natalia sighed and shook her head. “That’s really sweet, Marty…but also silly. Don’t make yourself sick because of me.”

“Er, right, sorry…But, I’d still like to give it to you, so I’ll bring them on our next date.”

Marty chuckled, and his face flushed when Natalia leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. An awkward silence fell between them, but Natalia could feel a palpable tension in the air that made her feel like Marty didn’t want this night to end yet either.

“Hey, do you want to…come in for a drink?” Natalia said, giggling as took Marty’s hand, and he smiled as he entwined their fingers together, his face flushing a cute shade of red.

“I guess I can stay for one…” Marty barely got the words out before he was yanked into Natalia’s arms after she had opened the door, and they stumbled inside.

He didn’t go home until the next morning, and not a drink was had by either of them.

#wylde flowers #marty emerson #natalia kuznetsova #marty x natalia #fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction

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March of the Machine Aftermath is fine

I keep seeing people complain about MOM aftermath, and while understand a lot of them, I disagree with a lot of it. I don't think the set is incredible, but I don't think it needs to be hated on in the same vein as double feature or 30th anniversary edition.

And luckily, the Professor just came out with a video that conveniently lists complaints, so I can just use that as a basis!

Only 5 cards per booster pack

This is one of the most common complaints, and I disagree with ti fully. When's the last time you opened a booster pack and there were more than 5 cards that you wanted from it? Maybe if it's a brand new set or you're a super collector who wants 4 of every card, but otherwise, no, most of the cards just turn into bulk. So if the 5 cards there are equivalent to the 5 best cards of a normal booster pack I don't see a difference, unless you physically need the cards because, I dunno, you use them as fire starter. I think it's perfectly normal to want more things, but they're not doing anything, so they might as well not be there, so in this case, they aren't.

The cards aren't good

So then obviously this is the issue, right? If the cards aren't good, then the small packs matter, right? But this is entirely subjective. The cards look good to me. There's a lot of fun ones in there! A lot of people say they're going to buy singles, and well if they are, then obviously the cards are good, right? Every single card in the set looks like it could have a home in a deck. All of them. There's no filler if you ask me. No, they're not all the best cards in the world that will rock standard to its foundation, but does anyone want that? Does anyone want a set where every card is the top of the format? If the card has even, like, 6 cards that end up seeing standard play, then it will have had as large an impact as most recent sets, and far more in comparison to its set size.

No Real Story

Again, incredibly subjective. Every card outside of maybe tranquil frillback and Vesuvian Drifter shows us something happening on a plane or with a character. It shows us what is lost, what is safe, what's being rebuilt, and how people feel. More than most sets if you ask me.

Very little flavor text

Just because a card doesn't have flavor text doesn't mean it doesn't have flavor. You're telling me Arni Metalbrow needed flavor text? Or the Kenrith's Royal Funeral? This has been a thing for years now, but people have never, ever been satisfied with the amount of story content we get.

The Pinkertons

Here's where I'm going to break from the pack a lot. I think WOTC were somewhat justified to send the pinkertons. Put yourself in their shoes: someone has some of your unreleased product, but claims to have gotten it through legal means. You can't sue them you can't call the cops on them, you don't even know who they are, really. But they also won't stop. They are doing it because they want the views. What can you do to stop them? Hire some private detectives to find out who this person is and stop them from revealing the whole set (it didn't work in time). The pinkertons are probably the only organization large enough to basically find one guy who could be anywhere AND try and get your possibly stolen product back. Like, someone at WotC probably just googled "how do I find a person on the internet and get them to stop leaking important information" and clicked the first link, and was in too much of a rush to double check anything. Also, the guy who did it had to have known what he was doing, and I don't trust him at all to give an honest account of what happened without embellishing things to make him look better.

Abuse of wealth and power

If someone is doing something that negatively affects you full well knowing they are, what else can you do? This guy was basically doing the card game equivalent of sharing private pics online. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, why would asking him to stop ever work? This wasn't an abuse of power, it's just the only thing they could do in the situation.

No Longer play standard

Okay, this is more of a reason not to buy the product than a reason to complain about the product. And yeah, standard kinda sucks. But it's clear this set is heavily focused on commander, seeing as how of the 35 rares or mythics, 22 of them are commanders. So in that sense, it's succeeding, and making it standard legal is moreso to reflect how it's a continuation of the plot and also because why not. If the cards are of that power level, why not let them be in that format?

Okay that was pretty much everything. I don't think the set is great, I just think it's average. People are disappointed because it's something new but doesn't feel worth it to them. I think it's fine if something is new without being novel.

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I'm starting to think that maybe my mum doesn't actually love me lmao. Like my step dad hates me and I get it because if I were in his position I would too. I think my mum would hate me if she didn't have that biological programming to not hate me. I think she wants to though maybe. Or she finds it hard to love me. Or I don't find the kind of love she gives me satisfying

Weird af to think about

I used to come home from a course that was too difficult for me, running on hot air and delusional ambition, and dissociate or something. I'd play Skyrim all night or stay up waiting for my step dad to come kill me and then sleep in the art department where I felt safe in a tiny cupboard. I'd fall asleep on the stairs with shoes still on. I'd sleep all day and night. My mum would yell at me for being lazy while I was paralysed in bed because I wanted to die so much and all I could do was groan. I never did homework. As stressful as school was, home was 10x as nerve wracking. I think I never actually relaxed, even though all I was do it ng was trying to try, or trying to relax?

And the internet restrictions. I just wanted to read and watch videos and comfort myself. So every day after dinner with that 30minutes of internet I'd download as MANY YouTube videos and AO3 pdfs as I could. I had days and days worth of MP4 stuff in windows media player that I'd watch all night. i used to watch the same NYC ballroom (vogue) videos over and over. I wanted to embody that anger

Vogue is amazing because it's about people showing that they can act and look like what they've been told they can't be. They made a visual language to say how angry they are and parody the constant judgment they face on the outside world. They compete with and support each other about it. They sublimate their pain through angrily making themselves into the shape of what they were told is beautiful. I grew up on house music because my step dad was a hobby funky house dj. One time I tried to connect with him about house music and how cool it was. I can't remember how it went but it didn't work at all.

One time he tried to connect with me by saying "if I were gay I'd go for David Beckham, he's hot" because he was in an ad on tv. I was like. What the fuck? Where did that come from. As if we talk about normal things. As if you don't only ever talk to me to tell me I'm not doing enough. But never actually tell me what you wanted me to do

I get it now. He wanted me to leave

I think I killed their sex life or something. I definitely made them both depressed. I didn't mean to though. I didn't want to do that. My mum told me about it. Or something like that. And my step dad told me about how I nearly ended their marriage. Although I have no idea how. I know they used to argue about me a lot in the Man Cave where I never went. It was their safe haven from me. I hid in my room. I didn't want to be around them anyway. I never would go out with them for any trip or whatever. They were a family unit and I was the failed alpha 1.0 . But I didn't want to spend any time with them because I didn't like being around them. It always felt shit. They didn't want me there. I made him uncomfortable and that made me uncomfortable.

I have no relationship with my little brother. I feel sorry for him because it's not his fault. I can't do it though because he's so close to my step dad. I don't know how to be intimate or cuddly or have physical affection or give affirmation. I don't know how to tell him I want to love him. I don't know how to tell him it's not his fault that I maybe never will. I'd die for him, but I don't think I could love him. I don't feel envious of him. I just wish my step dad liked me. I never give gifts because it doesn't occur to me to think about other people. Everything I have I keep for myself . I got my little brother a gift for Christmas. He was hurt and disappointed about it. It was a completely irrelevant present ingot last minute that he couldn't even use. Luckily I was wasted when I got it and I was wasted at the time so I barely felt how much I hated myself for it. My mum told me it was enough to just have me there

I think my mum is tryna to make up for something. I think she feels guilty. I think I don't have a love language. I think I probably resent my little brother because he only exists because I'm gay. The day after they found out I'm gay my mum said she wanted another child so she could have grandchildren. I remember my aunt saying that when saïd and christian kissed on EastEnders my Nan who loved me had to leave the room because it made her feel sick. I remember crying in the bath while it was running so they would hear while I begged a god I didn't believe in to make me straight. It didn't work

I sometimes worry whether I'm secretly trans and can't acknowledge it because it would be even worse than being gay. I used to fantasize about turning up to my mum's wedding in drag just to spite her. One of the most painful things she has ever done she stands by. I was watching drag race on tv when she and my lil brother came home and she told me to turn it off, I asked why, and she said he's too young to see it. I said it's not contagious. She said when you have your own children you can do what you want with them. I went upstairs and cried so hard. Mostly for him I think because I didn't want him to feel what I felt if it turned out that he was anything they didn't want him to be. Luckily I'm quite confident that he's straight and cis. He is autistic though, so I guess he's gonna have to contend with that. Luckily my mum is finally learning about it now. She did a short course etc. Everyone telling her that I was growing up did nothing. She was like if I ignore it it won't exist. He doesn't need coping skills. When I restrain him because he's 6 years old screaming lunging for broken glass to cut himself with off the street that's fine it doesn't mean anything. I was a fine child. When I cut my face up during a rage at school and got sent home with blood dripping down I can't remember what she did or said.

I clearly wasn't a happy kid but I don't know why. Afaik nothing bad happened to me before I was 8. That's when I realized I was gay, my grandpa left my Nan, and my step dad got with my mum. That's when I started to die I think lmao. But now I wonder if I was dying before that. What 6 year old tries to self harm with glass? I can barely remember it but I know it happened. My mum denies it

When it came up in conversation sometime a couple years back and she asked me about the adventures and things wed had while I was growing up. I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't remember any happy memories at all. I understood it as depression warping my memory. Like it gives you brain damage and deletes positive memories from your head even after it's passed. Now I'm thinking maybe that's not true, maybe I was just never fucking happy. Maybe I've never been happy before????? Wtf. Surely I have lmao I'll find a memory somewhere and add it here

#vent