#the worst thought that came to me was that since hes similar in age to the robins he could literally date any of them

[c0llisiion]

NEED TO KNOW — j.jk

★Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 4,395

A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night 😭 anyways enjoy!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“But i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..” you whined as you declined your dad’s offer to go to his big company party. “Sweetheart this is a huge deal for me …” your dad countered. “… more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!” Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dad’s best friend since his college days.

Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.

You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.

He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.

Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his age—from what you've heard.

Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dad’s study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.

Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???” You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.

The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. “Hey hey! My man!” He said taking your dad into a tight hug. “You could have come a bit more later!” He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dad’s late-coming habit. “Don't blame me! This one took too long!” Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkook’s eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. “So glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.” He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.

Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyone’s attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.

All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- “did all those old men bore you out?” Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see ‘your man', “mr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!” You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. “My apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!” He let out a soft chuckle. “How is your night going?” He asked you. “Hm? Oh good i guess, it’s kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..” He chuckled and gave you a side eye. “For your father? Really?” it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. “Wdym really? I love my dad!” You said in a playful, offended tone.  He chuckled once again. “Fine fine! I know how much you adore him.” You sighed softly and smiled.

“I like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.”  He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. “Thank you..” you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. “Sorry? I didn’t hear you,  sweetheart.” His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. “Mr.jeon…-“ you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. “It’s jungkook for you, doll.” He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. “Thierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.” He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. “What did you want to say earlier?” You gulped before speaking up. “Thank you… jungkook.” He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. “I’ll see you around okay?” He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move. 

A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didn’t see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.

One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. “Ah! She’s finally awake! We were just talking about you!” Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. “Did you sleepwell princess?” Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. “Yeah yeah i did.” You said putting on a fake smile. “Oh!” Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. “Excuse me.” He said before rushing out of the kitchen.

You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, leaning onto the island. “Hmph!” You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Come onnn! Tell me.” He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. “What did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked. “Doing what?” “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t know?” You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. “You are ignoring me damn it!” “Ohhhhh! About that! I just didn’t have anything to say.” He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. “Admit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You don’t care about me. You never did.” You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp.  “You think I don’t care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?” He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. “Ya feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..” he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. “What?” He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didn’t say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away. 

A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didn’t have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.

All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didn’t notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. “Shh..” he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.

It was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. “Ju-jungkook..?” He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.

He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. “We have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?” You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. “You are so sensitive, sweetheart…” he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. “Jungkook… want more..” He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.

He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. “Better make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.” With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.

He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. “On your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. “You are such a dumbslut.” He lowly chuckled.

“You think it wasn’t obvious?” He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. “All these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?” He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.

You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. “Not gonna lie… i was very flattered” gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. “I only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, but—holy shit-“ he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. “Woah there-“ he chuckled. “im not even half way in sweetheart” he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. “Since you are begging for it— ” you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.

Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. “Gon’ fuck you silly, alright? Isn’t that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whore…” You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. “Fuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..” he chuckled. “Jungk-kook… feels too good…” you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. “Yeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?” You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds…” he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. “F-fuck! Jungkook…don’t s-stop! Feels so good!” You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.

He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. “Fuck yourself on me, doll.” You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. “Thats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..” he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. “Play with that little clit of yours.” He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft ‘o’ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. “J-jungko-?” “Just focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alright…” he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. “Shh- shh.. youre safe .. jus’ wan’ try something new..” You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. “Fuckkkkk- so tight…” he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.

Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. “So damn sensitive… has any guy fucked you, this good princess?” You shake your head. “N-no sir …” Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. “Say that again, will ya?” His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. “Please.. f-fuck me harder… sir.” That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldn’t make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. “Shits so fucking tight- gah-“ your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.

You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. “Jungkoook…- its too- too much!” You cried out. “Take it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.” He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. “Jung-jungkook- gon’ cum…” you whined. “Go on princess… be a good girl and cum all over me..” you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.

A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. “Ngh- oh fuck- jungkook m’ so close…!” Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Yeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..” Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.

“My dirty little girl."

A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle 🙁💔 im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3

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[child-of-helios]

hello. I've a rather stupid question. I've only read the books once, as a kid, and I don't understand why people hate calpyso x leo. whys it so bad? why does everyone seems to hate it on here?

xxx,

eurydice

First of all, this is my first ever ask, I've made it mother :D Secondly, I'd gladly explain! Though please note that it really has been a good while since I've read the books too, so my memory is kinda foggy :] Warnings for: Slight mentions (but not too much) of rape, pedophilia and mental illness (oh boy this is a tough one)

So, I have made a post abt this before, but it was written in a fit of rage so not my proudest moment (but my most popular post, oops). Anyways, I feel that the hate towards Calypso x Leo is because of a few reasons. 1. It simply didn't get enough development to feel worth it imo. Similar to Jason x Piper, I felt like there wasn't enough there to warrant a canon ship. There is also the fact that personally, I thought that their dynamic was more of a familial or that of siblings, which made me uncomfortable. I would've much rather have them be friends. 2. The uncomfortable age gap. It feels very weird because while yes, Calypso was depicted as a teenager, she is thousands upon thousands of years old. The fact that she fell in love with a literal child is incredibly weird. It was weird enough with Percy, but at least they didn't end up dating. With Leo though, she did end up dating him and the age gap feels very odd. Its even weirder knowing she had a relationship with Odysseus, who by that point was a pretty old dude so she was probably very mature and an adult (though she doesn't act like it). 3. Calypso is kinda a rapist. In the Odyssey myth, she forces Odysseus (a married man) to sleep with her. I'm sorry, but I can't support any relationship involving a rapist unless its rapist x prison cell. It makes me uncomfortable because she could very well take advantage of Leo, a mentally ill teenager with self-esteem issues. 4. Her toxic treatment of Leo. Calypso was very pissed when Leo arrived on her island, rightfully so after what she had gone through, but even then her treatment of his was outright cruel, especially compared to that of Percy and Odysseus. She made him sleep outside, exposing him to the elements after he got flung through the air and ended up on her island, which must've caused some damage. Then after they started dating, I still felt uncomfortable reading about the two, because their dynamic just didn't work, and I don't recall her apologizing to him for her treatment of him. 5. Leo's arc was thrown away. I think the worst of all, is how this impacted Leo's character. He should've had an arc where he learnt to love himself, but because of Calypso he didn't. I think the moral was supposed to be: 'even if you're mentally ill or have problems, you still deserve love!' but it came over more as: 'ignore your issues and get all your love from someone else.' Isn't it more important for kids to learn about self-love? And as an extra: what could've been. I think that Leo shouldn't have gone back for Calypso, that that ship shouldn't have happened. I prefer him going back to Echo and them learning about self-love together as buddies (and maybe evolving into more than that). Echo was stuck in an abusive relationship with the Narcissist, so I think it would a good arc for them both. I also think that if you really wanted a romance, Jason x Leo would've been much better. We know that Rick can write good gay romances, we know that Piper turns out to be a lesbian, so why not make Jason and Leo gay? I think it would add much more to the tragedy of Jason's death, but that's for another post (and this one is getting too long already oops). In conclusion, I think Caleo is bad for many reasons, but especially because it didn't have enough time to develop and the dynamic was simply too creepy for me to get invested in. Sorry for the super long post- Have a lovely day :D

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[popponn]

things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

#not exactly but still a #character study #itoshi sae #putting this here for a bit #why are bllk guys so funny when ur brain is not simping for them #babblings #sae hurry up and come back i still don't get you that much ngl #rin is mentioned A LOT because 1) brothers 2) most of the source came from him #getting this out of my draft and maybe i should make a tag for this sort of rambles #poponing

[goldenharmony]

Aqua/Kana and Hikaru/Ai parallels - OnK Spoilers

I really feel like Oshi no Ko is trying to parallel both dynamics against one another. 

1. Both of them have the same age gap of 1 year with the girl being a year older. 

This might not seem like much, but part of me didn’t get why OnK chose Hikaru to be 15 specifically when he was with Ai. Majority of anime ships either have the girl and guy be the same age or the guy be older. Additionally, it would be “easier” to explain Hikaru aiding a murder if he was a little older. Considering how a bunch of people thought it was possible that Ai was groomed by an older man, it came as a shock when it turned out that Hikaru was the one that was groomed at age 11. 

2.  Idol who fits the "ideal girl" criteria of Aqua's who is B-Komachi's center, and has feelings for the mentally unstable actor 

Many people have pointed out the similarities of Kana/Ai and people have also joked that Aqua is becoming like his father (a bit of stretch since the worst thing he did was put a tracker on his ex-gf), but combined with the fact that 2 sets of parallels are also involved in ships makes it feel like these relationships are meant to parallel one another. 

3. Hikaru eventually led to Ai's demise, but maybe for OnK, Kana will pull Aqua out of his demise. 

Hikaru is the reason that Ai died, and Kana has had numerous hints to being the light of the series. I don’t think Aqua is going to lead to Kana’s ruin, but instead this ship might end up subverting what happened to his parents, with Kana pulling Aqua out of his downward spiral. 

#oshi no ko #kana arima #aqua hoshino #aquakana #analysis #my analysis #onk spoilers #onk

[boyfiejay]

omg the jungwon soulmate au was so cute 😔 i was wondering if you could do one for sunoo?? <3

Thank you for sending an ask! This took me so long, im so sorry. Love you <3

Soulmate AU

PAIRING : Sunoo x gn Reader

GENRE : Soulmate au, fated to be

Warning : mention of drink(no names), almost road accident, reader calls him pretty like 10 times

Word Count : 1.1k

Author's note : lowk wrote this in a hurry so it isn't the best :((

Jungwon version

Working in a café in your junior year of high school was probably the dumbest decision you've made. Well, in your defence, last year when you started working, it was a nice distraction. The cafe wasn't very popular, the same few faces greeting you everyday.

But a couple months ago, a local influencer made a post about the cafe and the once silent and comforting cafe was constantly bombarded with people.

You were happy for the raise, but not for the increased work.

The only reason your parents haven't asked you to quit yet is because this job makes you meet new people everyday. 'Parents and their obsession with soulmates' you thought, and continued wiping the table.

Yeah, soulmates. When you turned 10 you were presented with a bracelet with a pretty charm, your soulmate has a bracelet with similar or identical charm on it. You remember being excited to meet yoir soulmate just like your parents. When you meet your soulmate, the charms link together and let go whenever they please.

When you meet your soulmate, you feel like you've known them forever and suddenly feel so much adoration for them, yada yada (you've heard this for years)

Now that you're older, you aren't as much excited, all because you remember seeing people all over each other, practically eating each other's faces throughout your high school days.

Today was one of the few days that it was actually peaceful, only a handful of people coming in. It had been over half an hour since no one came and you were honestly getting tired of wiping the same floor and same tables.

Just then the bell attached to the door chimed as someone made their presence known. The person stood in front of the counter looking at the menu and wondering what to order, but all you could think about was how pretty this guy is.

His beauty could single handedly defeat all of your past crushes, combined.

Before you literally start drooling at him, he opened his mouth to place his order and started taking out the money for it. God even his voice was pretty, were you going to get a crush on a random stranger you probably would never meet.

Taking your eyes off his breathtaking form, you hurried to make his drink. In record time the drink was in front of him, even he looked surprised as to how you made it so fast.

He handed you the money, something shiny on his wrist caught your eye. You returned his change and observed his wrist.

It looked too much like yours.

Before you could be out of your trance and open your mouth, he had thanked you with the prettiest smile and was hurrying out the door.

For the next week you couldn't get the pretty stranger out of your mind. All your thoughts circled back to whether his charm was really similar to yours. To be fair, a lot of people had similar looking charms, just enough difference that you wouldn't catch in a hurry. Sure his must have been different.

But you couldn't shake off this feeling that there was more to it, you just wanted to run to him and confirm it yourself. But where would you go? You didn't know his name, or his age, or which school (or uni) he went to.

Today was one of the worst days you've had this whole month. Firstly your teacher suddenly announced that you needed to submit a lengthy assignment tomorrow, then your locker door won't open and you were late to class. It seemed that you had pissed your teacher a lot considering you were sent to detention, and then your regular bus had missed.

After waiting about 20 minutes, the next bus arrived, you got on and walked to the very back of the bus to sit. You almost cursed out loud when you saw who was sitting in the row beside yours, almost.

It was the guy from the café! He had his earphones plugged in as he was hurriedly typing on his phone. The charm on his bracelet caught your attention, it really did look like yours.

Again, before you could speak up, thr bus had stopped and he was walking towards the door. He was going to get off!

You weighed your options for 2 seconds before you were also walking out.

He was walking away still immersed in texting, his whole attention on his screen. God what kind of tea did he get to have that much attention on texting.

Just then you saw a car speeding on the road, the road this guy was going to walk on!! You ran towards him, pulling his shirt collar just in time as the car zoomed past. You pulled him far away from the road.

He began coughing due to the pressure on his neck as you panted from the running. He threw a confused look towards you and before he could open his mouth you said, "A car was speeding, you would've gotten run over."

He probably didn't notice anything due to the earphones still plugged in. Noticing his neck slightly turn red you apologised. But he was quick to brush it and thank you for saving him.

It was awkward for a moment, till he noticed your gaze on his wrist. In turn he looked at yours, immediately softly grabbing your wrist to inspect your bracelet.

"You're.. We are.." he muttered, not being able to finish his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah we are." you nodded.

He hesitantly brought up his wrist to link your charms together. Although you already knew that you were soulmates, this was a process that made your bond stronger.

As the charms linked together, he looked up to meet your eyes. God even his eyes were pretty, long lashes and everything. This man was perfection, and he was your soulmate?

"I'm Sunoo, Kim Sunoo. Are you free right now? I mean, we don't really have a choice since this will not let go just now." he said, although borderline rambling, his voice remained soft and soothing.

You couldn't stop the smile on your face as it was finally dawning upon you that you found your soulmate. You nodded at him as he gave you one of his smiles that might even put the sun to shame.

"Let's go then! I'll show you my favourite places and you show me yours." he said, his voice more high pitched as he became excited. A slight bounce in his step as he grasped your hand, his fingers weaving through yours.

#enhypen #— anonie ♡︎彡 #boyfiejay - asks #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha fanfic #enha fluff #enha x reader #enha #enha imagines #enha drabble #enhypen scenarios #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo #enha sunoo #sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo fanfic #sunoo fluff #sunoo drabbles #sunoo imagines

[nox140497]

Bullies

Masterlist

Prompt List

Sumary: You are a shapeshifter and are Dick's K9 partner. When at 'work', you take the form of a large pure black Germanshepard named Shadow. You make sure that you don't use that particular form when you are on a mission, though, just to make sure nobody puts two and two together.

You and Dick have been friends since Bruce took him in and have been dating for 5 years now, and like him, you have become fiercely protective of his little brothers....

Ages:

Dick: 21

Y/N : 20

Jason: 17

Tim: 13

Damian: 10

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Damians P.O.V

I am currently sitting in the back seat of the car with my hood up, hidding my face from Pennyworth while he gives me descreate yet concerned looks from the drivers seat. Drake was not at school today because of a head injury from patrol last night.

Why is my hood up, you may ask?

Because I have a black eye and a busted lip....but it really wasn't my fault.

The truth is that ever since I came to this school a couple of months ago, I have been bullied by not just other students but the teachers as well. They tell me things like,' How did you convince Bruce Wayne that you're his kid?' and 'You're just another charity case that no one really wants around.'

It hurts but I pretend that it doesn't bother me. I pretend that it doesn't make me wander if those words are true. 'Do they not want me around?'

I mean sometimes I can be a jerk especially to Drake and sometimes Todd but I really do care for them like brothers.

But those are not the worst. The worst is when the racist teacher say horrible things to me because I am Arab. They blame me for things that I have not done and tell me that I do not belong in my family. Those hurt the most.

Nobody in my family knows this of course. I don't believe that they would even care.

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When we get home, I notice the police car and the extra bike. All my brothers, as well as Y/N, Graysons girlfriend whom I think of as my sister, are here.

Great.....

I walk in and head straight to my room, ignoring the chatter that I could hear from the living room.

I curled up on my bed after taking a quick shower and changing into sweatpants and a black t-shirt and hoodie.

I had silent tears running down my face when I heard a soft knock on my door. I furriously wiped them away, but they did not stop. I didn't answer the knock, though.

"Dami? Are you ok?"

'Y/N' I thought

" Comon Lil'D, can I at least come in and say hello to my favorite Wayne child?" She asked softly through the door.

I was tempted just to ignore her, but she would probably just come in eventually. I sighed softly and got up slowly, trudging to the door and opening it. Turning away from her before she could see my face.

I curled up on my bed again and refused to look at her.

"Dami what's wrong buddy?"

She came over and sat next to me. Running her fingers through my hair softly. I sighed and turned to look at her. She gasped softly and gently touched my black eye and then my slightly swollen and split lip.

"What happened, Baby Bat? And don't lie to me. I know those are NOT from patrol last night."

I let out a defeated sigh, and the danm broke. I told her about everything. The bullying, my feelings, everything.

When I finished my story, I was crying again, and she looked torn for a moment. Torn between killing those who hurt me and making me feel better.

She seemed to make a decision after a few minutes and gently scooped me up. I squeaked but clung to her tightly.

She stormed downstairs and into the living room where my brothers and father were chatting. She stopped in the doorway, catching the attention of everybody in the room. When they saw me, they looked concerned. She then looked down at me and started speaking in a soft tone:

"Look at your dad and your brothers Dami. Not one of them look the same. They look similar, yes, but not the same. That is what makes each and every one of you boys unique. Not one of you is the same. Each of you has a different personality, different traits that make you special. That's what makes you, you. You belong in this family just as much as any of them do. You deserve the love and support of your family. You ARE NOT just a charity case to your dad. Or to your brothers. They all love. They don't always show it, but they do. We all love you."

"N/N's rigjt Baby Bat, we all love you." Grayson said softly as he walked up to us. Being the first to snap out of the shock.

There was a combination of affirmative words from the other three in the room before I was gently placed in my fathers lap. I snuggled closer to his chest when I felt his strong arms wrap tightly yet gently around me.

I looked over to see Y/N grab one of Todds guns out of its hiding places and start to walk towards the door. She stopped and turned in the door, raising an eyebrow.

"You boys gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me commit a couple murders?" She asked in a dangerously sweet and calm voice. I was surprised when all three of my brothers jumped up and followed her out of the room.

"I'll get my lawyers working on it and will go see the school tomorrow." My father yelled after them as he tightened his arms around me and got up to go to his office with me in his arms. All he got in response was the slam of the front door. I just snuggled deeper into my fathers chest, feeling safe.

Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps they really do care for me.

#batbros #batboys #batfam #batman #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #dick grayson x female!reader #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin

[doodle-pops]

Its 2:30 am for me rn and as I'm sleepiness I came to realize

Elfs are tall independently when compared to humans, hobbit and dwarves right? Right. Now the thing that got me tweaking is... how tall and large do the animals/companions have to be? Can average size horses be ridden by them? If they invited human/hobbit/dwarf!reader to ride with them on the same horse (Yk for romantic reasons) would they have to go through an awkward "do you need a leg up?" ??

But worst of all: how tall and large is Huan?!?!?

When I read silmarilion fics I always think of reader as being human unless stated otherwise; now I'm 4'11", how ridiculous but true would it be to have mf Celegorm with the most ironic half smile saying "you don't even need a horse! Just ride Huan"

-👻

Same. I've also thought about this since I tend to view the elves all over 7 feet (213cm). They must ride horses of similar height and size, which means that there were horses bred for the elves and humans, respectively.

For elves, they can have horses as huge as the Shire horse, the Clydesdale, or the Belgian Draft. Those are massive horses and can reach heights of 213cm and more which makes them perfect for the elves. Huan could also be of similar height and size since it was said that he could be ridden.

So, for short humans like us, we would require a footstool, aka, the elves, to give us a lift onto these mammoth-sized horses. Of course, there were mortals around the first age who were as tall as the elves, so they’d ride horses for the elves instead of regular breeds for humans to ride.

#👻 anon #tolkien elves #elves #elves and height

[hellomynameisghostface]

I never understood why people hate on Amber and Richie's motive when it's far from the worst in the franchise, in my opinion. So here's a little rant of my opinions on all Ghostface motives. Billy Loomis: his motive literally makes no sense to me but because he's one of the original Ghostfaces, everyone puts him on a pedestal. He kills Maureen because she's sleeping with his father, Hank, causing his mother, Nancy, to leave them. Makes sense, he could have stopped there. Instead he targets Sidney for literally nothing. Just simply because she's the daughter of the woman who broke up his family. It would have made more sense to go after Sidney while Maureen was still alive to make her suffer before killing her. Therefore, making his motive one of the dumbest in the franchise for me.

Stu Macher: his motive is simple yet affective; he has none, or at least as far as we know. Most real life murderers probably don't have much of a motive either so while it's realistic it's not exactly the most creative motive but really, how creative can you really get? There's only so many reasons to want to kill someone especially when the main target is the same unproblematic person just trying to live her life in peace.

Mickey Altieri: I love Mickey but he has one of the dumbest motives in the franchise and no one says shit. He literally just wants to get caught and blame the movies. Nancy did the right thing shooting him.

Nancy Loomis: one of the better motives, as Nancy herself says, good old fashion revenge. It's the first time in the franchise that the motive is revenge (no, I don't count Billy's motive as revenge. Maybe when it came to Maureen but not Sidney) so it's a fresh motive in these movies.

Roman Bridger: another motive I particularly like. I think of his motive less revenge and more resentment. No motive is good enough to kill but his is one of the ones where you could understand how someone who's mentally unstable could snap. Being abandoned by your mother just for her to have another child she loves and cares for and then turns you away once you try to reunite with her? I'd be upset too. I mean...not enough to kill but you get my point.

Charlie Walker: another dumb motive that no one talks about. As a matter of fact, does he even have one? We know he's a "Stab" fanatic and a simp for Jill so what I get from this is he was easy to persuade because he was already a fan of the movies and a horny teenage boy. I don't think he could've given a fuck less if he got famous from it.

Jill Roberts: her motive is one of the best and aged like fine wine. In the world we live in today, some people would quite literally kill to be famous. I know some people have complaints about it but it's really not that farfetched, people are mad crazy these days and kill for the stupidest reasons.

Amber Freeman: like Charlie, I don't know if we really get a motive for Amber. Richie seems so much more passionate about the "Stab" movies and their killing spree becoming a movie then she does (he literally doesn't shut up about it and barely lets Amber give her motive or intentions.) What I got from watching the movie was that Amber was a fan of horror movies in general (she very clearly likes "Psycho," "Halloween" and "Friday The 13th") but she claims she's been obsessed ever since her parents bought Stu Macher's house, where the first murder spree took place, implying she didn't care as much before moving in. She also says her and Richie had similar ideas, not the same. I think her motive was more like Stu's and was to just kill for the fun of it. If her and Richie's motives were in fact the same, it's still a decent motive and original compared to the Ghostfaces before. If her motive was similar to Stu's, it's still a decent motive just unoriginal.

Richie Kirsch: his motive is a lot more crystal clear than Amber's. As I already mentioned above, he doesn't shut up about it. He hated the recent "Stab" movie and thought creating a new killing spree would provide new source material to make a better movie than the last. Considering how upset people in the "Scream" fandom got about this movie (and how other fandoms get with their respective franchises) just proves that his motive isn't that dumb. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if something like this happened in real life, especially when you take into consideration that these movies inspired real life murders already.

Jason Carvey: his motive wasn't great but it wasn't terrible. He was just another fanatic (which is repetitive of the last movie) wanting to continue "Richie's film" (fuck Amber, I guess...I hate how this movie down played her when she carried Richie) but since he was an opening kill, his motive probably wasn't meant to be all that great. Had he gotten further with his plan though, I wouldn't have hated it. PS: if you were expecting a Greg Bruckner paragraph, sorry but his bitch ass was killed before the plan was meant to be put into motion so therefore, he wasn't officially a Ghostface in my eyes. His motive would have been the same as Jason's anyway, as far as we know.

Wayne Bailey, Ethan Landry and Quinn Bailey: I'm going to include them all in one paragraph since their motives are all the same: good old fashion revenge. As Richie's father, brother and sister their only goal was to seek revenge on anyone who was involved in Richie's death. Nothing suggests that any of them had any additional motives. The motive itself is fine, I literally mentioned it was one of the better ones in my Nancy paragraph. The only problem I have with it is now it's become repetitive and unoriginal. It's basically just a knockoff of "Scream 2" with an extra killer. From my point of view, it's the only movie that straight up reuses a motive. To summarize: pansy ass mama's boy who's sad she abandoned him, psycho who was peer pressured, psycho who wants to get caught and taken to trial, mother seeking revenge, son who was abandoned by his mother and has resentment against his sister, simp horror fan, psycho who wants fame, horror fans who want a better installment in their favorite franchise, horror fans who want to continue the last Ghostfaces plans for a better installment in their favorite franchise and a family seeking revenge; notice how only one of these are almost exactly the same to another. (I guess Billy and Roman's could be categized as similar, being abandoned by their mothers, but they're different enough for me and Roman's motive was better and made more sense. Amber and Richie have the same or at least similar motive but because their partners in the same movie I'll allow it. Jason and Gregg's motive was meant to continue what Amber and Richie sought out to do but they were opening kills so their motive was kind of a throwaway and irrelevant anyway.)

#Skeet Ulrich #Matthew Lillard #Timothy Olyphant #Laurie Metcalf #Scott Foley #Rory Culkin #Emma Roberts #Mikey Madison #Jack Quaid #Tony Revolori #Dermot Mulroney #Jack Champion #Liana Liberato #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher #Mickey Altieri #Nancy Loomis #Debbie Salt #Roman Bridger #Charlie Walker #Jill Roberts #Amber Freeman #Richie Kirsch #Jason Carvey #Wayne Kirsch #Wayne Bailey #Ethan Kirsch #Ethan Landry #Quinn Kirsch #Quinn Bailey

[kibutsulove]

Share your favourite headcannons on Azulon? :)

[Could be unhinged, sweet, anything at all!]

EEP !!! BACKFLIPS

So like…… headcanon one , azulon w/ a prosthetic leg.

Honestly I’ve always loved the concept of fictional characters with prosthetic limbs. So like. Why not put one on Azulon, for the vine. This also implies that azulon went through the pain of losing a leg so YIPPEE deserved

And while I’ve already posted my personal interpretation of Azulon’s mom, i also like the idea of Azulon being stolen from one of the temples when he was an infant. Obviously, since Azulon is a firebender, his parents weren’t both air nomads; his mother or father was probably a firebender themself.

So one of the soldiers was probably like, “yo… this baby kinda lookin like a firebender. might not want to barbecue him, right guys” and the other soldiers he was with went “yuh” and then they snatched him cuz it would be more convenient for the fire lord if he just. Stole a baby rather than conceive one at this age.

And it was funny yk. Azulon turned out to be able to firebend but he fucking sucked at doing it at first. Like. He did the traditional forms perfectly but literally only sparks came out. it’s an endless struggle. Azulon waking up in the morning, training, no flame, eat food, train, train, train, NO FLAME. Might as well just pick at the grass at this point.

His instructors also tried to encourage him. But in the WORST way possible, by like threatening his life. But he can’t know how. so. AND THEN SUDDENLY. some bright adult thought about the fact that he was half air nomad. So what if he learned firebending using air bending forms, cuz Fire is similar to Air. (Though Azulon was probably taught that Fire is more so destructive and more powerful)

SORRY IM YAPPING BUT I JUST RLLY LIKE THE IDEA

And another, i saw one about Sozin naming Azulon after his dragon. And i just think it was really nice. Makes me wonder what happened to it when Sozin started the tradition of killing the dragons for honor.

#sulove speaks #azulon #atla #sulove headcanons #ty zeno for letting me yap btw #rare sulove paragraph moment #i love azulon you guys don’t understand

[abubblingcandle]

Well done on compiling the spreadsheet! I've been thinking of doing something similar to keep track of my wips for ages but I've yet to sit down and actually do it, it's a lot of work!

How about number 42?

It is but I was laid in bed last night and was like stewing on one of the ideas and thought ... "I've never actually written down anything about this idea, oops" and so did this today!

@thirteenemeraldcats also asked for 42 but also another one so I'll do 42 here and the other in reply to that ask :)

42 - The 16 year old Jamie fic

So this fic is inspired by what I learnt a few months ago about Archie Gray at Leeds United. Quick Archie summary but he is a 17 year old Leeds wonderkid from a family of Leeds United players (his grandad, his great uncle, his dad all played for Leeds for the majority of their careers and his younger brother is in the youth set up). He's made it into the starting line up this year and he pointed it out in a post match interview that according the FA and Leeds rules ... he has his own private changing room because it is a safeguarding risk to have a minor changing and showering with adults.

This just got me thinking about what if Jamie hadn't been 23 when he was loaned to Richmond, what if he had been 16? This wonderkid who Man City don't really know what to do with coming straight into the Richmond starting line up and desperate to prove himself to everyone including his idol Roy Kent. His dad moving down to London with him. Not really being included in the team and team bonding as they just go out drinking.

Then Ted arrives and Jamie's never had a coach like Ted. He doesn't know what to do with it

Roy huffs as he watches Jamie bat away the hand Colin was offering to help him up off the floor. The kid's blue grey eyes were misting over with tears of frustration but his lips were pressed together in a mask of fury directed at the grass itself. Roy remembered being like that. He remembered being called up and touted as the best thing since sliced bread at an age where your main worries should be whose dating who and how you were going to survive your exams. But unlike Jamie, Roy wasn't a champion asshole about it. He took the hits, he paid his dues with only the token bullshit expected from an up and coming star. Then other younger models came through the ranks, Roy made his big career move and all that strife was history. It had seemed like the worst thing ever at the time. Now it was just remembered as a stepping stone. "Get the fuck up Tartt, your fault. Get over it," Roy growled, kicking the ball away from Jamie's feet and pinging it back over to O'Brien for the goal kick. The death stare from the young striker would have unnerved a lesser man. Roy glared back until Jamie flinched first and rolled to his feet.

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #roy kent #ask box is always open #wip number game

[sailtomarina]

Flourish, Blotts, & Granger

Fred bustled through the busy streets, one person at the forefront of his mind. Everyone seemed to be talking about her workplace and how shocked they’d been over the news. Not a single one of them had been able to answer his questions.

Villanelle, the long-established owner of Flourish & Blotts, had announced her retirement.

He couldn’t remember a time where the woman wasn’t the bookseller’s proprietress. Even Charlie and Bill had stories of their run-ins with the witch during their school years. She was as much a part of Diagon Alley as the Leaky or Fortescue’s. Fred could only hope that one day WWW would hold a similar timelessness to those playful of heart.

Now, he feared the worst. He needed to speak to someone who would certainly know more. Someone who was very close to the owner herself.

Crowds swarmed the entrance and first floor of the shop, but he fought his way through and up the stairs to spot a familiar head of cinnamon-threaded brown atop a ladder.

“Hermione!”

It was a good thing he still had the reflexes that had saved him all those years ago from certain death. She spun in surprise at his voice, lost her balance, and fell straight into his arms as he dashed forward to catch her.

“Fred! Did I hurt you? Are you alright?”

Sprawled on his back and looking up at the halo of curls around a face dearer to him than his own life, Fred could only grin.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, say something or I’ll think I’ve knocked you silly!” She pulled out her wand to run a diagnostic over him, not caring that she still sat astride him for anyone to see.

“Godric, you’re beautiful.”

Her breath caught and colour filled her cheeks. Fred thought she’d never looked more becoming.

“Now you’re really frightening me.” She reached out to smooth a hand across his brow, which he caught and pressed to his lips. “Fred! What has gotten into you?”

This time, he finally did sit up, but he trapped her there in his arms as he continued to gaze at her. He lowered his voice. “I came as soon as I heard.”

“Heard what, exactly?” She tilted her head, a furrow appearing between her eyes as she frowned at him.

“About Villanelle’s retirement, of course.”

The furrow vanished as she perked up, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Oh! Yes! Isn’t it wonderful news? I’m so happy for her. She’s been planning this for so long I wasn’t sure she was ever going to do it.”

Her sincere joy for her employer baffled him. Fred would have thought her distraught about the change in ownership. “But what about the shop? Will it be closing or have you already met the new owner?”

Her follow-up actions were as unexpected as they were aggravating. She wiggled, her body swaying from side to side and hands coming together as she clapped.in excitement. It was adorable, but it also rubbed against him in a way that prompted him to grab onto her hips to still her motions. 

“You’re looking at her!” she cried. Arms came up around his neck to hug him tight and it took her choking hold for the words to finally penetrate his thick skull.

“You’re the new owner of Flourish & Blotts?” 

He felt like he should have seen that one coming. Hermione had worked for them for ages now, having found refuge in their shelves shortly after discovering that Ministry work wasn’t for her. Villanelle became the mentor she’d always dreamt of, providing invaluable feedback on her writing and lending a listening ear whenever she needed to bounce ideas off of another. 

“We’ve already signed the paperwork! There should be an announcement in this weekend’s Prophet.” She pulled away, fingers gliding up to card through his hair, eyes soft on him. “We’ll be seeing each other even more now since I’ll be taking her place in the Diagon Alley Association.”

He snorted, already imagining several ways he could sneak in inappropriate touches under the table without anyone the wiser. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She shook her head slowly. “No, though it does mean I’ll be less likely to pop over for lunch until I get used to juggling it all.”

Fred snuck a look around before making his next move. It wouldn’t do for unsavoury comments to begin before she’d even taken the mantle publicly. Assured at their privacy, he cast a quick Disillusionment spell before standing up abruptly to pin her against the same ladder from which she’d fallen. 

“Fred! What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed. He noticed she didn’t push him away. On the contrary, her legs wrapped around him automatically until she settled against a step.

“I’m taking advantage of the time we have left and celebrating with an early lunch.” 

It took months of ownership for Hermione to finally stop blushing every time she looked over at the second-floor ladder, and even longer than that before she caved and let Fred pin her against it again.

He vowed it wouldn’t be the last. He had plans in store for the two of them, after all; plans that involved a lifetime of celebration.

876 WC

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3

Word prompt “Flourish” from FB Group Lauren’s Kitchen

I loved getting this word since I felt like I could go many different ways with it. I ended up sticking with the familiar bookshop since I’ve been in a cosy mood lately curled up in my blankets and sweaters while it rains outside. What better place to spend my time than in the book-lined aisles of our favourite Diagon Alley shop?

I’ve always adored Fred, but this one today is for Moonfairy. May Fred live on forever in our hearts!

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[knoxvillesjackass]

age gap.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠

warning; age gap (somewhere over twenty years)

you’re from the seventies but i’m a nineties bitch

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Every now and again, Johnny would find himself feeling guilty for loving you.

Although the relationship was 100% legal — and consensual, he couldn’t help but feel that he was taking away your youth, since he was that much older than you.

It was not a point he’d tried to bring up before, and he hadn’t dared to, knowing how you would react.

You’d never cared about the stupid age gap. You were over 21, and therefor didn’t see a problem with dating an older guy.

You were 22, when you started dating Johnny. An university student dating a stunt man. The relationship details spread like wildfire through the school, and suddenly, you were merely known as Johnny Knoxville’s much younger girlfriend.

To many’s surprise, you hadn’t started dating Johnny because of the fame — nor the money. The fact that Johnny was older than you, meant that he had that much more life experience and knowledge than you, and it made you feel safe.

The relationship itself had never suffered, even though you and Johnny came from different decades and had different views on things, but friends and family members on your side had pushed themselves away from you, not understanding your choice to be with Johnny.

It killed Johnny to know that he was the reason for this. He wanted you to be happy, and maybe you were, but what about 20 years forward?

He worried too much. He worried about your differences, what people thought about you and him.

In many ways, you were similar. You had the same humour and the somewhat same levels of craziness. In other ways, you couldn’t be more different.

Johnny broke bones and fought bulls for a living. You were just a university student.

She's going to regret ever wasting time on this relationship, Johnny thought.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. In the dimly-lit bedroom, you lay with your head on Johnny’s chest. The day had been long and hard. You’d studied all day long, and Johnny had been pitching stunts all day long.

“Oh, nothing,” he answered and rubbed your shoulder.

You looked up at him and lifted your head off his chest. “I can tell there’s something wrong. You’ve been acting strange all day,” you spoke but Johnny shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong,” he mumbled. He’d seemed to have forgotten just how observant you were.

You were stubborn and strong-willed, a trait Johnny loved, although it could feel like a curse at times

“Well, there’s something you’re not telling me,” you huffed and sat up, crossing your arms.

The age gap between you and Johnny became very clear whenever an argument would erupt.

You hadn’t quite understood the act of handling your emotions as well as Johnny had. That resulted in you saying some pretty stupid things sometimes.

“What time is it?”

Johnny looked at his phone on the bedside table. It was already past midnight.

“So, you’re just going to ignore me?” You asked and stood up. Johnny covered his face with his hands and regretted every mistake he’d committed that day.

He had been distant and quiet, and worst of all, he hadn’t communicated his emotions to you, which was something he always did.

“Johnny, you’re freaking me out,” you said when Johnny looked down and fumbled with his hands.

“When was the last time you talked to your mom?” Johnny asked and your breath hitched.

He was well aware of the strained relationship between you and your mother, and he also knew why the relationship had gone down the wash.

“What about your dad? Or Emily, your best friend?” Johnny bombarded you with names, all of them people, who were no longer in your life.

“Why the fuck would you bring that up?” You asked with a shaky voice and watery eyes. Johnny already regretted the way he’d approached the situation, looking at your sad expression.

“I’m more than twice your age, Y/N. I don’t want you to waste your twenties on some old stuntman,” Johnny said. You raised your eyebrows and huffed. Although you knew this conversation was bound to come at some point, you hadn’t expected him to approach it in such a manner.

“You think I’m wasting my twenties? Gee, thanks for that,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” Johnny spoke sternly and raised his eyebrow. “No, I don’t,” you shrugged your shoulders, “please, do explain.”

“Y/N, the amount of times people have mistaken me for your father is frankly undignified,” Johnny said. His voice was getting darker.

“Well, sometimes you act like my father, ” you said.

Johnny had often — subconsciously — made you feel like an uneducated child. He’d scold you as if he’d forgotten you were a grown woman. And he’d explain things to you in a way, that felt like a teacher educating a second-grader.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but I am older than you, and there are certain things I know more about. Like, not walking home alone at 2 am from a club, or alarm systems, or mortgages, or paying taxes.”

Low blow.

Johnny tried to be calm, but he found it very hard.

“Okay, wise guy, then tell me this; what gives you the right to make decisions for me? You don’t get to decide whether I’m wasting my twenties, or if I want to talk to my parents! That’s my business, not yours!” You hissed and threw your arms in the air out of frustration.

“I’m not trying to make decisions for you, I’m just trying to warn you,” Johnny said. At that point, even he was unsure of why this argument was even relevant.

“Warn me? Why can’t you just see that I’m perfectly happy?” You yelled with teary eyes. Johnny could barely keep himself together.

“You’re happy now, but what about 20 years from now? Will you still be happy then?” Johnny asked. His eyes were heavy and sad, same as yours.

“I don’t know, Johnny. Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that I love you-“

Your voice cracked and you had to take a moment to pull yourself together.

“-I love you, but if this is how you feel about our relationship, if you feel uncomfortable with it, then I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” you sniffled.

The 7 months, you’d spent with Johnny had been pure bliss. Both you and Johnny felt that, and it was clear, that neither of you were ready to let things go.

Johnny couldn’t bear the alternative of losing you. Either, he had to pull himself together and stop worrying about everyone’s opinions, or he’d risk losing you.

Johnny sighed and stood up.

He touched your face and wiped a tear from your cheek.

“I’m sorry for worrying so much. I love you, and it would kill me to know that I have caused you sorrow in any way,” Johnny said and kissed your forehead, pulling you into his bare chest.

#jackass #fanfic #imagines #knoxville #oneshot #johnny knoxville fanfic #johnny knoxville imagine #jackass x reader #jackass imagine #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #preston lacy #chris pontius #wee man #steve o #dave england #ehren danger

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Tsukinami Prologue

ー The scene starts on the rooftop garden at Banmaden

Yui: ( The breeze feels nice... )

Monologue

Several months have passed, since I came here.

While everything was quiet and peaceful at first,

the situation made a complete 180 right after,

and even right now,

things are rapidly changing in the Demon World.

The trigger for all of this,

was Karlheinz-san,

both the Vapire King and the Supreme Overlord of the Demon World,

and his decision to pass down his powers to one of his sons.

The once stable and peaceful state of the Demon World,

took a turn for the worst in the blink of an eye.

As soon as that happened,

the other Demonic races came to the conclusion,

that now while the new ruler was still inexperienced,

it would be the prime opportunity to steal the throne,

with various conflicts breaking out all over the country...

Yui: ( The Vampire, Wolf, Adler and Vibora Clan...Those are the four main sub-species of the Demon World. )

( Aside from those, there’s Founders like Carla-san and Shin-kun...The First Bloods. )

( Not only do they stand independent from any other race, they possess great powers. That’s why several other clans have reached out to them.

( ...Because they want to use their powers to their own advantage. )

( Seems like today as well, several Familiars from different species came to visit Banmaden one after the other. )

...Must be a lot of work.

( However, it seems like those two have been sending all of them back home empty-handed. )

( To be honest...I’m kind of relieved. It’d be worried if we were to get caught up in the chaos, and I’m kind of scared. )

ー Shin approaches her

Shin: Hah...Today has left me exhausted again.

Yui: Ah, Shin-kun. Good work out there!

Shin: For real. I’m completely beat.

They won’t give up even if you tell them to leave, it gets really annoying. They’re such a pain in the ass.

Nii-san’s not going to grant them an audience no matter how much they please, but they’re way too persistent...Haah.

Yui: Must be rough day after day.

Shin: It is. I mean, I do understand why they’d love to have us help them out.

We’re Founders after all...First Bloods. Ah, right. You can have this.

*Thud* 

Yui: Wah? 

(  What’s in this bottle...? )

Shin: It’s supposed to be some kind of luxury item one of those other Demons brought along. I doubt it’s meant for Nii-san, so it must be for you, no? 

Yui: For me?

Shin: ...If they seriously thought about giving something wrapped in such a cute, frilly packaging to Nii-san, then they should be happy they got away with simply being send back at the gate.

Yui: ( He does have a point...I mean, he went through the trouble to bring it to me, so might as well open it up. )

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Ah...Look, it’s konpeito! 

Shin: I know. ...I already inspected it just in case.

Yui: Ah, right. Thanks.

Shin: You’re welcome. Wait, well, I only handed it over to you.

Yui: But I’m happy. Well then, let’s not waste any more time...

*Thud* 

Yui: ( Waah, this really takes me back. )

...Here you go, Shin-kun.

Shin: Nn. ...Uwah, it’s sickingly sweet...

Yui: Fufu, you’re right. But it has a reassuring taste.

Shin: Maybe, I guess.

Yui: ( It almost feels like I’m having a relaxing time over at the human world but... )

I wonder if a war will break out in the Demon World

Shin: I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If they let this chance slip by, it could take ages before another similar situation occurs.

Yui: ( One of the Sakamaki brothers now has Karlheinz-san’s powers, right? ...I wonder how they’re doing. )

( They might already be fighting against another Clan... )

Shin: Hey, hold up. You were thinking of those guys just now, weren’t you?

Yui: Eh?

Shin: Don’t try to play dumb. ...You’re thinking about those Sakamaki’s, aren’t you?

Yui: ...Yeah. While only for a short period, I did once live together with them, so I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

Shin: Hahー ...You really are a miss goodie-two-shoes, aren’t you?

But you know. We’ve been turning down all offers so far, but if we’re made a good offer, the two of us might end up facing each other as enemies again, you know?

What will you do if that happens?

Yui: Well...

( I definitely don’t want...two groups of people I know to face off against each other. )

( I don’t want them to clash but...I’m not sure if I’m in any position to say anything about this whole situation. )

...

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Shin: ...The wind’s picking up. We should probably head inside soon. 

Yui: Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s room

Yui: ( They might end up fighting each other, huh...? )

( I don’t want to have to witness that, but I’m sure it’s not that easy for them either. )

( I’m pretty sure they want nothing more to regain sovereignty over de Demon World previously in hands of the Vampire Clan. )

( However, said plan failed back when Karlheinz-san was still around. )

( I won’t deny that now might be the prime opportunity to take back control. However, if they were to do that... )

( Hmー We’d be back to square one. )

*Knock knock* 

Carla: I am coming in. 

Yui: Sure, go ahead.

ー Carla enters her room

Yui: ( I wonder what’s behind the sudden visit. )

Carla: ...An unfamiliar scent lingers in the air. Do you have any idea where it might be coming from?

Yui: Eh? Umー...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Perhaps it’s this konpeito?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun gave it to me earlier and we tried it together.

Carla: Konpeito, you say? ...The unfamiliar scent made me assume that someone with bad intentions might have trespassed the manor.

Yui: ( So that’s why he came to check up on me. I must have made him worried. )

Would you like to try some as well?

Carla: No thank you. ...I do not particularly enjoy sweets.

Yui: I see...

Carla: You enjoy that sort of thing?

Yui: Yes! I feel happy for some reason as the sweet flavor spreads in my mouth...

Carla: ...I see. I suppose it was worth allowing Shin to accept the gift.

Yui: ( The two of us rarely talk because he’s always so busy, but it seems like he’s actually keeping me in mind. )

( ...I’m happy. )

*Knock knock*

Shin: Nii-san? Dinner is ready to be served. 

Carla: I understand. ...Well then, let us go.

Yui: Yes. 

ー The scene shifts to the ballroom

*Cling cling* 

Yui: ( Usually I feel most relaxed when the three of us are together like this but...The atmosphere is kind of tense. )

Carla: ...Update me on the situation. 

Shin: The same as usual. It’s pretty clear that all they care about are our powers. 

They could really benefit from some manners, I had to stop myself from simply burning them all to the ground. 

Carla: It cannot be helped. It only makes sense that they would seek out stronger allies.

Shin: But you know, it’s so blatantly obviously that they’re trying to be in control since we’re outnumbered. 

That sort of arrogant attitude really pisses me off ...!

Yui: ( Seems like Shin-kun is really stressed out from having to deal with various other Demons day after day. )

Shin: I mean, they won’t say it with that many words, but they underestimate us way too much just because there’s only two of us.

Carla: However, it is true that it is just us two. So they must be jumping to conclusions.

Shin: ...Hey, what do you plan to do, Nii-san?

What do we gain from keeping up with this!? 

Carla: ...We must not be hasty.

Shin: You think so?

Day after day I have to deal with other Clans’ Familiars coming to this Castle...I’m sick and tired of it!

This is a prime opportunity to take back sovereignty over the Demon World, so why are you keeping quiet?

Carla: ...

Yui: Shin-kun, calm down a little...

Shin: As if you could ever understand...So just shut up!

Yui: No way...

( I mean, it’s true that I’m not the one out there having to deal with all of this like Shin-kun is. )

( Nor do I know all of the details of the situation but...That still stings a little. )

Carla: ...

ー Carla gets up from his seat and walks away

Shin: Tsk...What’s his problem...?

Yui: ...

( I’ll leave with Carla-san as well. )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Yui: Haah...

( Perhaps I spoke out of line. )

Carla: Do not blame Shin for what he said.

Yui: I don’t plan on doing so. I’m sure he must be exhausted. 

Carla: Shin is still young. That is why he lets his temper get the best of him.

I believe he must want to free himself from this confinement as soon as possible. 

I am fairly sure that I would have done the same back in my younger days...

Now I cannot confidently make such a decision on the spot.

Yui: Right...

Carla: It is just the two of us now. While we may be strong, we are outnumbered. ...We must carefully work around this disadvantage. 

I refuse to let the first best Demon use us to their own advantage. ...Due to my pride as a Founder.

Yui: ( Pride, huh? Such a heavy concept. )

ー Carla walks away

Yui: ( I am sure that Carla-san has his own strategy in mind. )

( If Shin-kun is offense, Carla-san is defense. ...Even if both of them feel the same way, they come across as quite different. )

( ...It’s not making the situation any easier. )

*TIMESKIP*

*CAW CAW CAW*

Yui: ( Hm? ...What’s this sound...? )

ー Yui wakes up in her room

*Caw caw caw* 

Yui: ( Crows? What are they doing here...? )

ー Shin enters her room

Shin: Thank god...

Yui: Shin-kun! Did something happen?

Shin: Some random guys came to attack us out of nowhere. ...I’m glad to see you’re safe and sound. 

Yui: Where is Carla-san?

Shin: He’s fine. Anyway, you should worry about your own safety right now. Come on, let’s hurry.

Yui: Eh? Where are we going?

Shin: We’re going to move to a different manor and wait out the situation.

???: ーー You’re not getting away

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( Who’s this...? )

Kino: Hey there! I’m Kino. ...I’m part of the organization known as ‘Raven’. 

Shin: Is that so? And why exactly did you sneak into our place?

Kino: I’ve come here to pick her up. ...Did you like my konpeito?

Yui: Eh?

Kino: Take my hand...Eve.

Yui: ( Why is he...calling me Eve...? )

Shin: Hah? I’m not letting you have her. If you want her that badly...You’ll have to get past me first.

Kino: Ehー? What a pain...But well, if that’s what you want, I’ll take you on.

Shin: Heeh...Allow me to show you that you’ll end up swallong those words very soon!!

Yui: Shin-kun, don’t!

Shin: You stay back...!

*THUD*

Yui: Kyah!

Kino: Hmー... A First Blood’s combat style is rather unimpressive. 

Shin: Haah? Fuck offーー!

*THUD*

Kino: Ahaha! You haven’t landed a single hit? So, what are you hoping to achieve by wrecking your own Castle?

Shin: I’m seriously going to kill you...!

Yui: ( Oh no. I want to stop this fight, but I can’t exactly step in between them... )

Carla: ...Haah!

*Woosh*

Kino: Uu...Kuh...Hah...

ー Kino collapses

*Thud* 

Yui: Carla-san...!

Carla: You mannerless brute. It is common courtesy to request an audience with the King first. ...Now name yourself. 

Kino: Owowow...Well, guess I should have expected as much. This is what a First Blood should be like.

My name’s Kino. I am Karlheinz’ Prince Zero.

Yui: Eh? 

( Which means he’s one of Karlheinz-san’s sons as well? )

Shin: ...I didn’t think there’s be another hopeless Vampire aside from those guys. 

Kino: I only came to introduce myself today. I’ll be back. To ask you to hand Eve back to me, when I eventually become Adam.

Yui: ( ...Our eyes met... )

*Caw caw caw* 

Kino: Whoops, seems like I’m running out of time. ...See you!

ー Kino runs off

Kino: Ah, before I forget.

Mr. Long Hair, you’re terminally ill, aren’t you? 

Yui: ( How does he know that...? )

Kino: Why don’t you just give her up already, so you can get to spend the little time you have left in peace? What do you say?

Carla: ...

Kino: Ahaha! Well then, bye-bye!

*Flap flap flap* 

*CAW CAW CAW*

Shin: Kuh! Halt!

Carla: Stop. ...Let him go for now.

Shin: For now...?

Yui: ( Carla-san is terminally ill...He’s still contracted with Endzeit. )

( I nearly forgot because his usual demeanor wouldn’t lead one to assume that he is ill... )

( But since he never fully recovered, he’s constantly flirting with death. )

Carla: ...Nonsense. 

ー Carla walks away

Shin: Ugh...

Monologue

Endzeit. 

It had been a while,

since I last heard the name of said illness drop.

After all,

Carla-san has been pretending,

as if it does not keep his mind busy.

Even now that the symptoms are seemingly under control,

it would make perfect sense for him to continue,

to feel the crushing pressure of reality.

I believe that he must have been hiding it,

not wanting to talk about his illness,

in front of us.

When I think about that,

my chest ached in pain.

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Yui: ( Endzeit will never disappear ーー that being said, I’m pretty sure he’ll get upset if I show too much concern... )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

*HOOOOWL*

Yui: ( Is that Shin-kun trying to enter the woods leading a pack of wolves!? )

( Carla-san is...not with him. )

( Don’t tell me he wants to go take revenge for earlier...I have to stop him! )

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yui: Haah, haah...

( I guess it was reckless of me to chase after him after all. )

( I know that I should have probably told Carla-san but...I wasn’t confident about facing him after what just went down. )

( ...Anyway, now that I’ve come this far, I have to go after hiーー )

*Rustle* 

Yui: !

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( No way...Someone’s behind me...? )

I’m sorry, forgive me...

Shin: What are you playing at, following me all the way over here?

Yui: Shin-kun?

*Rustle rustle* 

Shin: Go back to the Castle. I’ll let this slide if you do. Hurry!

Yui: Wait! Were you going somewhere by yourself? 

Shin: ...Nii-san is dying at the hands of Endzeit. We can’t waste any more time.

If we stay cooped up in our Castle forever, we might get wiped out without accomplishing anything...We have to act before that happens.

We’ll regain control over the Demon World...!

Yui: ( Shin-kun...I understand why he’d feel pressed but I doubt Carla-san will be happy with this. )

But It’s not wise to act thoughtlessly. I’m sure you still have time to come up with a plan at least?

Shin: It’ll be too late then!

Yui: That’s not true!

Carla: ...What are you doing?

Yui: Carla-san...

Shin: Nii-san, I’m sorry for acting without your permission but...

Carla: ...You never change. You really need to fix that rash nature of yours.

Shin: ...

Carla: What was your plan?

Shin: I was going to visit the Wolf Clan first.

They’ve always done a splendid job at protecting their territory from outsiders. They have a strong sense of duty and their King possesses great qualities of leadership. 

I figured they would be the best party to form an alliance with. 

Yui: ( I see...So that was his plan. )

Carla: I see. However, listen carefully, Shin.

We are Founders. First Bloods like us must not rely on any outsiders to gain sovereignty. 

Shin: But we worked together with Mertz in the past...

Carla: I made a rare exception in that man’s case because he seemed to worship us. 

Shin: ...Then, what do you want me to do? 

Carla: ...We shall take down the Demon World together.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: ...No, the three of us, I should say. 

Yui: ( Eh? ...He’s looking at me? )

Carla: Heh...I shall not take no as an answer. 

Shin: ...Aah, Nii-san...!

Let’s do that! We’ll be victorious for sure...!

*HOOOOOWL*

Monologue

My heart began to beat faster,

when he corrected his statement to ‘the three of us’.

It felt as if they had acknowledged me,

as one of them,

giving me a warm feeling inside my honest.

However, cutting through the happiness,

was the anxiety looming in the back of my heart. 

There will be opponents,

we will have to face off against. 

And then there’s this guy,

who suddenly showed up and dubbed himself the new Adam.

I wonder if I will be able to safely make it out,

of this battle over sovereignty,

which lies at the very core of all the chaos in the Demon World? 

Yui: ( However, I need to have faith. I decided I would stay by this man’s side after all... )

[CHOOSE CARLA] [CHOOSE SHIN]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #letsukinamiprologue

[searchingforserendipity25]

Whatever ship you had at age 13 + “It wasn’t my language, but I understood enough.”

"And do not gamble," Stannis ordered.

"I do not," Davos said. And then, conscientiously, "Not in company, since I joined your service, my lord; though at home we are rather freer with games of sticks and small coins. I would rather my sons knew the way of dicing from me, so they should not learn it at the edge of a charlatan's dirk."

Stannis frowned, passing judgement. Davos would have to tell this to Marya: she found it very amusing how Stannis liked to dispense high notions of conduct, for all she had still not quite forgiven him for Davos' lovely strong fingers.

"I suppose that is better, if they are like to be near such vices," he conceded, a little grudgingly. "Well I wish I could say they shall be pages and squires, perhaps, and have no need for a clear head; but pages are as terrible as any mason's son for gaming, and often more reckless, for having more money to spend. See that they are sensible lads, Davos, and they shall do you credit, if only be comparison."

Faint praise that was, but Davos knew what he meant by it. Three years with three long seasons in the Red Keep, managing his lord's household; he was starting to understand.

It had been foolishness to think poverty was enough to guess at the indifference of the highborn.

None of them cared for justice - not as Stannis did. They cared less, even, for their smallfolk; and paid no mind to the small ruffians in the port, the small hungry ship-boys very like the one Davos had been.

"Trust no one to be capable or interested in being capable to do their work, be sure they shall be greedy, and keep away from any excess."

His tone made it clear he did not grasp why this simple matter should prove so impossible a standard to his peers, and thought very little of them for it.

Davos hid a smile in the corner of his beard. His new lord was quick to sense any slight, and imagine many others; he did not trust mirth, when mirth came to stand by his side to keep him company during long balls.

Or at least to leave the festivities with him, when the feasting went on too long. The endless courses of sweetcakes and merenges decorated with the sweetest fruits from the Seven Kingdoms and Essos had soured Davos' own appetite.

He had eaten at similar tables, in the cabins of pirates, the worst thieves of the sea. This was no different. He had no tooth sweet enough for it now; his head ached behind his eyes when he ate too much indulgence, his body little used to it.

They left the stifling heat of the great hall to walk the battlements when the last round cheese wheels and small, rich wines and liquors were still being served.

Which was just as well: Davos had an urge, very unworthy, of squirreling away a slice or three, or a small jar of jam. He had to remind himself his sons ate well, now; that Marya grew rounder and redder and full of laughter, and not only ruled well their pantry, but shared their plenty with neighbors and dependents.

Quietly, in the privacy of his heart, Davos was quite determined that he should expect trust, and no derision, from one person at least.

A lofty goal, but as he was come to an unexpected windrush of good fortune, he thought he might have some luck in this endeavour, too.

Davos and his lord spoke long of honor and justice, these being the things dearest to Stannis' heart; moreover, Davos found it a matter of much interest.

His rise to knighthood, never expected, could not have been a stranger course for a smuggler. In those first years at Dragonstone, he went through his new duties and new life feeling keenly as a cabin-boy boy on his first voyage again - finding his feet when the swells of court life rose, keeping his head down and doing his best with the tasks given to him.

Always with a wary ear out, always certain of his disposability, his smallness to the engines of politics.

It rankled, more than he thought it would; for in his way he had been a man of some importance, ruler of his own crew, and well-respected, ship won with effort and cunning, while knights donned armour costing a spring's worth of ten families' work in the fields.

At least he had a new, good and stalwart captain to lead him through troubled waters. Davos grew ever more grateful for it, the more he came to know of the foibles of the kingdom's nobles.

"Honorable conduct is very simple, smuggler," Stannis told him. He turned his half-empty glass of lemon water between his palms - his wrists, narrow still, caught the silver light, too stark under his skin to be comfortable to look at long.

Davos did like to look at him, though. A fine sort of discomfort; he knew how to keep his feet and his head. So perhaps he was a gambling man still, in his way; though as honest a one as he could make himself become.

"And as you already do keep it, learning the ways of court shall be easier," Stannis added, in that stilted, stiff way, that was not a compliment in him but might have been in another man.

"I shall do my best, lord," Davos agreed. "If only by comparison."

Davos thought of him in the light of that moon, often, in years to follow, though he did not always know this was what he was thinking of in particular. The long cheeks framed by long lines, the dark curls starting to thin already - the young man with his unhappy mouth twitching, for a moment.

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Thank you so much @displayheartcode! Now this was fun a trip down memory lane <3

#davos seaworth #stannis baratheon #davos x stannis #imagine tumblr's most sheltered 13 year old. now give her a thing for balding morally rigid misanthropes and middle-aged ex-sailor henchmen #this was more or less the thing #asoiaf #asoiaf fic #davos seaworth x stannis baratheon #got #got fic

[orbleglorb]

@polkadotpatterson hi. using this as an excuse to talk about my shit sport.

banesball is a game similar to blaseball in the sense that the game wants you dead. however, everything is very meticulous and odd and that is because i asked myself "how could i make the worst sport ever?" and then made a spreadsheet about it

banesball does a lot of things in 3s. 3 teams play at once. there are 27 teams total (multiple of 3). there are three conferences (lawful, neutral, chaotic) and three divisions (good, neutral, evil). the fields themselves are triangles. this is because most sports do things in 2s, and in order to make it the worst sport ever i had to get rid of that

so, the full list of teams is: jacksonville librarians (location may change), jaipur crickets, portland brewers, buenos aires architects, katmai volcanoes, sapporo cranes, point nemo socialites, cedar rapids bakers, underworld gemstones, tampa gardeners, galway revelers, eureka redwoods, chicago beans, death valley omens, london watchers, seattle baristas, perth polycule, paris performers (based out of paris, TX), salem sorcerers, atlanta artists, austin musicians (location may change), new york city pigeons, nova scotia lookouts, memphis showboats, alberta rats, geneva mad scientists, and reno clowns.

the lookouts were originally the lighthouse keepers, but it was a lengthy name and calling them the "lookouts" allowed for more variation in what they do. i.e., one could be a life guard. i chose lighthouses because i was going down a wikipedia rabbit hole and apparently nova scotia has a shit ton of light houses.

The Person Pit is a pit that people come out of. these are typically missing people from all over the world (although most of the time they're from canada and the northern USA), but sometimes ppl who do not exist just kinda appear and everyone goes ok 👍. whoever shows up in the pit has been Claimed and must Play Ball. that is a much more recent development, though. The Pit has existed longer than Banesball. it also just decided it would be fun to start a Banesball team. when tulio came out of The Pit, he was injured, which was the first time that had happened in a while. those who come from the pit typically have no memory of their experiences inside of it, but tulio does. and tulio isn't saying jack shit out of fear.

i have lored some players from around the league, although i haven't really claimed a team since i am The Creator. however, i've done the most lore with the lookouts because The Person Pit is so important to me (it correlates with my OC universe). here are my thoughts on the players:

barbie nebuchadnezzar: no pronouns. prefers to go by barb. barb has lived in nova scotia barb's entire life. nobody knows how long barb has been alive, not even barb. barb is a seasoned sailor that became a lighthouse keeper, as well as the Keeper Of The Pit. barb is the only player on the lookouts that has not come from The Pit.

evelyn hassan: nothing yet </3

kit walsh: he/she. butch lesbian. pink hair and pronouns. he's the captain of the lookouts, despite being the third recruit. she's in some sort of trade profession (maybe welding or carpentry). she's the biggest supporter of everyone on his team. will hold your hand at the dentist if you asked

zaynab campbell: she/her. middle-aged(ish) ex-housewife from a lavender marriage. motherly in a sense, but grandma might be more apt. avid baker and, after her divorce, worked as an OSHA inspector up until coming out of The Pit. dating lola

lola sharp: nothing much yet :( late twenties, early 30s. peppy

tulio tailor: any pronouns, primarily uses he. cursed. he Knows. nobody knows why. likes making things out of clay and pottery

dhia bronwyn: nothing much yet. muslim & hijabi (maybe niqabi)

me and some friends have a discord server where we've made some lore for these guys! if u wanna join lmk :3 usually i go in and just add a bunch of players at once, & it's pretty silent the rest of the time. not much to do yet. there's no sim, and likely never will be, but we're having fun yes and-ing each other. i made a perchance generator for generating names and stats, as well as a name generator for teams based in areas with vastly different names than north america. both work much better on a computer.

ok infodump over 👍

#banesball #nova scotia lookouts #banesball info #i also made a rulebook (it's still a WIP tho)

[tobythewholetime]

someone explain to me this one thing from ted lasso 3x10

“i knew this little boy. working class, from richmond. he loved football so much. he used to sneak into the matches because his family just couldn’t afford the tickets.” (the security guard throws him out, he never came back���……..until he walked in 25 years later and bought the club.)

“i was a young punk who snuck in every week…i sat there because she was there…(“my mother and my boyfriend were furious”)…she insisted that i should stay…and we fell in love.”

what are we to make of this?? like, are there conceivably multiple men of a similar age (both of whom inappropriately pursue taken women) who regularly snuck into richmond games as teens? definitely. i’m not saying rupert IS the romcom man; in fact i DON’T think he is. (for a variety of reasons — including rebecca would’ve been, uh, a child when rupert was sneaking into games. 🤮)

but it’s odd to have this parallel…particularly since the romcom couple has long been thought to mirror/symbolize/echo ted and rebecca……

my working theory is the parallel shows the difference between “romcom” fantasy and reality — the end of the romcom is “it all worked out, we fell in love” — the real life parallel is “i got kicked out, i became the worst possible version of myself and have hurt so many people in the process.”

……..but that feels like it’s not the whole thing. it’s so odd to have this subtlest of callbacks to a couple who withstood the test of time, the ultimate example of romcommunism, be echoed in rebecca’s story about younger rupert — the ultimate villain of the show.

thoughts???

#please tell me your thoughts #this really stuck in my brain #why make this parallel????? what does it MEAN #ted lasso #ted lasso meta #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso season three spoilers #ted lasso spoilers #tedbecca #theodore lasso #ted lasso 3x10 #ted lasso international break #ted lasso rainbow #ted lasso 2x05 #ted lasso season 3 spoilers #romcommunism #jason sudeikis #hannah waddingham #ted lasso 3.10 #ted lasso theories