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kirans-wonderland · 1 year

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hihi!! PICTURE THIS~~~

*ahem*

Leona and MC end up switching personalities :D :D probably alchemy class or smth smh

and the MC has a really kind and respectful personality so it’s like a complete 180?? I need some kind Leona and sassy MC in my life.

teehee just an idea :)))

Σ੧(❛□❛✿) omgjfhfhdjd my first ask!!! Hi anon~ <3

I love this concept so much. Personality switching is gold.

Honestly half the magic of this scenario is in Leona attending class in the first place.

Leona & gn!reader (since it wasn’t specified)

warnings: Nice Leona is scary

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How the Tables have Turned Carnivore

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*POOF*

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Why can’t anything just go right in alchemy class. It’s almost like having wily teenagers handle combustible materials and volatile magic was a disaster waiting to happen.

A plume of colorful smoke enveloped a cauldron station, a coughing fit erupting from the center of the cloud drawing the attention of the surrounding student and professor. As the smoke cleared, the cauldrons attendees were revealed to be Leona Kingscholar and ____. Ace rushed over to their side laying a hand on ____’s shoulder.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! You’re not turning into a toad right!?

His hand was quickly shoved off their shoulder with a scoff. “Get your hand off me herbivore, do I look like a toad to you?” They finished with a glare. The man was too stunned to speak. What was that? Before Ace could retaliate, he was interrupted by a Savanahclaw student, “Housewarden! You ok?”

“Yes I’m alright, thank you. ____, are you sure you’re alright?” Leona asked, genuine concern lacing his voice. “Yeah, of course. Stop worrying about me stupid carnivore.”

Now the room was silent. No one could understand what black magic they had just witnessed. Professed Crewel had approached their station by now with a stern gaze “What exactly just happened here whelps?” He barked with a crack of his baton on his hand. ____ was the first to respond to his question.

“The carnivore over there’s tail knocked something extra into the mix.”

“Yes, it was entirely my mistake, they did nothing wrong professor. I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful from now on.” Leona added. Yup. The students were convinced the world was ending. Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “I don’t get paid enough for this” he muttered under his breath. “It seems to be a benign personality switch potion, it should wear off by tomorrow. Just-“ he paused exasperatedly rubbing his temples “don’t cause too much trouble until then.”

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Ace and Deuce were dumbfounded. Their normally sweet and kindhearted friend had been hurtling insults left and right. They brought the rest of Heartslaybul along as they watched ____ sleep in Leona’s prized spot in the botanical gardens. Cater took out his phone and pressed record “someone poke them.” “What!?” Was the resounding response from the group. “I said what I said” Cater stated pushing Deuce closer to the sleeping prefect. “What wait why me?!” “‘Cause you’re obvs their fav. Duh~” Cater mused. Deuce whimpered as he walked closer reaching out his hand and lightly poking their cheek. Their eyes snapped open meeting Deuce’s as they let out a low growl of warning. The boy quickly scampered back to group like a puppy that just got scolded. “T-they growled at me.” He was distraught. Trey ruffled his hair a bit. “Maybe” Ace teased, “you’re just not their favorite after all.” “Pleaseeeee~ if you had done that-” Cater started “Ace, they would have bitten you.” Trey finished. “For once it wouldn’t be me removing your head” Riddle chuckled.

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Leona was confusing just as many people with his active and attentive attendance and consistent smile. People were clearing the halls for him faster then they ever had before. Ruggie was surprised to bump into him in the cafeteria.

“Oh hey Leona, what’d ya need me to get for you today.”

“Don’t worry about it Ruggs, I already got something” he said holding up a sandwich “aaand~ I got one for you. My treat.” Leona smiled pulling out another sandwich from behind his back. *Ruggie.exe.is-buffering* The hyena snatched the sandwich then took a step back “uhhh are you ok Leona? Did you hit your head during practice or something?”

“No I’m alright, thanks for asking! How are you doing today?

“Nuh-uh I’m out this is too creepy” Ruggie left the cafeteria to find Jack to confirm that he wasn’t hallucinating this nice Leona.

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“I don’t appreciate being punked Ruggie…” Jack grumbled as his upperclassmen dragged him around claiming Leona was ‘out of his mind’.

“I’m not kidding Jack!! He bought ME a sandwich and called me ‘Ruggs’” he shivered just thinking about the nickname. He wouldn’t have minded if it was from someone else but Leona? No, that was nightmare inducing. The two finally found him in the courtyard.

“Look there he is! LEONA!” Ruggie called out. He turned to look at them and waved

“Hey Ruggie. Jack, good to see you. Great job in practice yesterday!” He exclaimed patting the wolf man on the back.” Ok… maybe Leona is just in a realllly good mood. Jack thought.

“So… where you headed” Ruggie inquired.

“To my room to do some homework” Leona replied nonchalantly.

“You mean to nap?” Jack prodded.

“No? Why would I nap when there’s work to be done? It would mess with my sleep schedule anyways.” The boys felt like something shattered when Leona uttered those words.

Ruggie tentatively cleared his throat “uh Leona, how do you feel about your nephew?”

Leona’s smile double in size “he’s only the most adorable thing ever.”

“Ruggie….”

“Y-yeah Jack?”

“Run.”

“Right behind you buddy.”

And run they did. Far away from a confused Leona.

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The next morning the two groups were waiting outside ____ and Leona’s dorms respectively. The Heartslaybul crew hid behind Deuce as he knocked the door to Ramshakle. They waited in anticipation as they heard shuffling and footsteps inside. The door opened with a creak to reveal the prefect still in their sleepwear.

“Oh hey guys.. what do I owe the pleasure this early in the morning.”

The group let out a resounding sigh of relief.

“I’m really your favorite right?”

“Deuce isn’t really your favorite right?

Both boys said in unison only adding to ____’s confusion.

“Guys what? I don’t think I’m awake enough for this yet-“

“We’re just glad you’re back to you being you babes~ We’ll let you wake up” Cater winked before grabbing the frosh and started to leave.

“I’m glad the prefect is no longer so uncouth” Riddle stated as the group has exited ramshackle. The rest let out statements of agreement when Deuce felt his phone go off.

Meanwhile Ruggie and Jack knocked on their dorm leaders door. With no answer, they pushed opened his door and his was still sleeping *silent cheering* this was a good sign. If Leona was back to normal, Ruggie would die for this but he swore anything was better than peppy Leona. Thus, he started shaking the Leona and telling him to wake up.

“OI” Leona growled loudly and slashing with his claws “KNOCK IT OFF”

Ruggie just looked back at Leona and broke into laughter.

“I never though I’d be so happy to see your murderous glare” he collapsed on the floor. The lions now confused and angry gaze made it’s way over the Jack. The wolf man looked down at the floor clearing his throat, “uhm it’s good to have you back Housewarden…” with that he backed out of the room and ran down the hall.

And so, all was well again at Night Raven… well, that was until the next inevitable mishap.

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I hope you liked it Anon!! I had to sneak in some Deuce love cause Deuce <3. This was a really fun request to write thank you!

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #leona twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #deuce spade #leona x reader??? Kinda? idk #kirs writing desk

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atinystraynstay · 5 months

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Close As Strangers - Kim Namjoon

Synopsis: Namjoon has been working hard on opening a new art gallery. When you two were together, you knew he was passionate about it. You loved watching his eyes light up just being around anything artistic. His eyes kept glancing towards the front door. Even though you two split, he couldn't help but wonder - would you show up?

Pairing: Art Collector!Kim Namjoon x Artist!reader

Genre: angst - post-breakup, still in love with your ex

Inspiration: Close As Strangers - 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 2.3k

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Everyone was filling into the venue space Namjoon rented out. There were tables set up towards the front of art gallery with simple finger foods, a subtle way to encourage people to eat before they begin to wonder the exhibit. The last thing Namjoon needed to worry about was someone touching a piece and smearing the art work with cheese or something.

Champagne had been popped as a way to mark the official opening of the art gallery. There was light chatter, the occasional person coming up to congratulate him on his success. He offered a polite smile to strangers, thanking them for coming. Yet, with each interaction, with each movement, his eyes glanced towards the front of the venue space.

Would you come? He sent an invitation a few weeks back but was met with only radio silence. There was still a chance.

Namjoon and you had started dating right as the pandemic began to ease up. As a way to mark your reemergence into society, you both ended up going to an art museum. He still remembers the way you analyzed each piece, she people getting frustrated with you for taking up so much room. But they didn't get it. Their approach to museums was just to look at the piece and move on.

Not you. Maybe it helped that you studied art in college, but you liked learning about the piece as well as the artist behind it. You would read each descriptor, finding out about the biography of the artist, why they made a particular piece, and what they were trying to portray. You appreciated the hard work and sheer dedication it took to craft any type of art.

What Namjoon appreciated was how considerate you were. You weren't the type to offer harsh critiques, to think you were better. Your eyes took in each piece, almost as if you were following each stroke. You were trying to take in everything you could to make yourself a better artist. He never thought he would meet someone who was so into art as himself, to view things just as he did.

You two made a routine. Fridays, you would go out to a different museum. You alternated who chose the museum. Afterwards, you would go to a restaurant in the city to discuss the pieces you liked over a glass of wine. You then offered insight into various other topics - philosophy, politics, latest trends you saw on your TikTok. He believed he found his better half.

He was captivated not just by your technique, but by you. You had this magic ability to gather everyone's attention without saying a word. All eyes immediately went on you. He wasn't sure if it was because of your radiating smile, always coming across as approachable and kindhearted. Or if it was for your outer beauty. You were just breathtaking. it definitely had to be a combination of both.

Soon, you guys began to travel the world to different art galleries. There were times you felt guilty as Namjoon insisted on paying for everything. All he ever needed was your company.

While you enjoyed the opportunity to travel the world together, to explore and experience new things, that's all you guys did. It would be going to a new country just for an art museum. Sometimes it felt like you two left just as quickly as you arrived. You tried convincing him to take a break from art to explore parts of the cities you were in.

In response, he just brushed you off. He stated that he was here on business. Namjoon genuinely thought you would enjoy being surrounded by art. And there were times you did. Other times, you wanted a break. You wanted to just experience the world around you without viewing artwork and feeling like you were being compared to other artists by your own significant other. it was suffocating.

That was when the cracks in the foundation began to show themselves. Namjoon thought you were changing from the person you said you were, and how you presented yourself to be. You argued that he focused too much on the serious side of life rather than living in the moment.

"Well, maybe if you were a serious artist, you would be inspired rather than be lazy about your craft."

The words he spoke to you still struck a nerve. The constant travel, and lack of support you felt from the person that mattered the most caused you to lose inspiration. You tried out different mediums ranging from ceramics to digital art. Every time you attempted to sit down and create something, you were just more frustrated.

You walked out after that argument. You didn't turn back as you realized you needed to get out of the toxic environment to better yourself. You were an artist after all. There was a strong desire for you to get back to what was important to you, but you needed to unfortunately separate yourself from Namjoon to do so.

Namjoon realized too late that the had lost you. You didn't go chasing after you, figuring you might finally throw yourself in your studio to create. He thought you needed space to feel your emotions. He honestly missed seeing your artwork.

Deep down, he knew he could be a bit stubborn, but he didn't realize how serious the argument was until the next day. Numerous texts and calls were dialed to your number. You ignored every single one of them. He then decided to visit your studio where your art supplies had already been cleared out. What really broke him was seeing that your apartment had already been emptied.

Luckily, he still had one method to reach out to you. Your email. He emailed the invitation to his art gallery to that address. Truly, he had no idea if you would even respond, but he was hopeful.

The minutes passing by felt like hours. His heart was trembling within his soul as he eagerly watched out for you every now and then. Namjoon tried his damn hardest to invest himself in the conversations around him, but he just couldn't. Not when wondering where you were was infiltrating his mind.

The art gallery opened at 7pm. It was now 9:14pm. The gallery was going to be open for another 46 minutes before the after-party started at his condo. There was still time.

The crowd was starting to dwindle as people were making their way through the entire exhibit. Or maybe they were just done with their conversations with other high-list individuals. He could care less.

As the crowd began to grow smaller, he noticed a body staring by the front. He raised an eyebrow. He never noticed that person there before. That was until he recognized it was you.

His eyes widened as he watched you for a moment. You wear wearing a black sleek dress that had a slit up to your mid thigh. Strands of hair framed your face as you had it pulled back. Your makeup was light besides the mascara that coated your eyelashes and the red lipstick on your lips. He noticed you still wore gold jewelry. A glass of champagne was in your hand, still full as your eyes traveled around the venue. You've never looked anymore beautiful.

Eventually, your eyes landed on him. It was as if time stopped. You offered a gentle smile. He was frozen in place as you began to make your way through the crowd.

You actually showed up. "Hi Joonie." He never thought he would hear your voice again. Let alone hear you call him by that name. "Hi y/n," he whispered. He wanted desperately to throw his arms around you, pull you in and never let you go. However, this was his first official art gallery after collecting for so many years. He had to maintain a level of professionalism if he hoped to make it in the industry. "You look elegant as always," he complimented.

You couldn't fight off the smile that came onto your lips. You leaned up to kiss his cheek in a friendly manner. It was enough to nearly make his knees weak. You still had him tightly wound around your little finger. "Care to let me show you around?" He asked upfront. He wasn't even sure why he asked that. He was going rogue.

His nerves settled once you nodded. He offered his arm out to you for which you slipped yours in between. You took a sip of your champagne before nodding, allowing him to lead you through the exhibit he curated.

Honestly, you were beyond proud of him. This has been a dream of his since the day you met. He confessed his wish to open up exhibits throughout the world, especially in underprivileged communities. You both knew that the arts could save lives, and he was determined to see that happen.

You recognized some of the pieces from your journeys together. You were trying to still piece together the pieces of what the underlying theme was. You were surprised Namjoon didn't include descriptions of the pieces.

Was that intentional? Maybe he wanted people to come up and ask questions? He always loved talking about art. You were always impressed with how much knowledge he stored in his mind.

You also remembered how Namjoon could be a bit clumsy. He managed to maneuver the two of you through the crowd pretty successfully. Aside from the occasion tug you had to give him before he bumped into someone. He would blush lightly, saying a quick apology to the person he would walk past.

Part of his distraction was because of you. He kept glancing down at you more times than looking at the path in front of him. Namjoon just couldn't believe you actually showed up.

You wanted to ask questions. You wanted to know about him, how he was doing, what he has been up to. But you figured it would all be answered with time.

Namjoon finally stopped as he reached the back wall of the art exhibit. It was impressive how much he's curated over the years. However, you were not prepared for the final pieces of the gallery.

You had this habit on dates to draw on napkins, often when you were waiting for the waiter to come back with your receipt. You always had pen stashed in your purse for such moments. Your drawings consisted of what was around you - the people at neighboring tables, skylines, dogs, the glasses you and Namjoon finished, sometimes even of himself.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the wall. Hundreds of these little napkins were framed and on the wall. He came to love your little drawings. You never drew them to give them to someone, so he began collecting them. He knew that the staff at the restaurants would just throw them away, and it crushed him to see good art be treated like garbage. They were the parts of you, after all. Every napkin was like a piece of treasure.

The two of you stood there for a moment. You could remember where the two of you were from each napkin. New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Seoul, Milan - just to name a few. You remembered the coffee shops the two of you could go to on a rainy Sunday. You remembered every moment with Namjoon. "I can't believe you did all of this," you whispered. "Angel, this whole gallery is for you. It's our own little lane of memories."

You two just stared at each other. Your eyes were glossy, and admittedly so was his. His life felt meaningless without your presence in it. Every day felt torturous knowing he was at fault for letting you go, for not fighting harder. Now that you were here in front of him, he wasn't going to let you getaway that easily again.

"Namjoon?"

Who the hell was calling his name.

"Namjoon? Hello?"

He watched as you took a step back. You weren't smiling anymore, the tears now falling from his eyes. The world around him started to fade away besides the one voice repeatedly calling his name. What was going on? He tried running to you but he felt his feet were stuck. Everything faded to black.

"Namjoon!" "Can someone please get him some water?"

He blinked his eyes when the world seemed brighter again. There was still chatter of people, but he was now being circled by the people that were closest in his life. Well, everyone besides you.

His eyes flickered towards the front of the gallery. He saw a woman standing in a black dress. Her hair was pulled back, a glass of champagne in her hand. Y/n.

He was about to push past the people that gathered him but froze when he made eye contact. Those weren't your eyes. And you weren't wearing gold. It was someone else. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he took a step back from where he was before. "Seriously, Joon? Are you ok?"

Namjoon let out a shaky breath before nodding. He did his best to put on a bright smile, but the tears in his eyes were a dead giveaway. All his friends were concerned for him. They knew just how important tonight was for him, but not as important as trying to see you again.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm sorry. I got lost in my head. Just think about everything that led up to this moment," he chuckled lightly.

All his friends nodded in understanding. Jin rested his hand on his younger friend, squeezing comfortingly. "You've worked so hard. You should be proud of yourself." Everyone agreed as they joined in cheers of their champagne glasses.

If only Namjoon could be proud of himself, of the man he had become. But he couldn't be when he lost the best piece of artwork that entered his life - you.

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marthalovesu · 10 months

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Genuinely curious so I hope you don’t mine, but what’s your rdr ships? 👉👈

Love your art mootie :3♥️

Oh well!

I'm actually a multishipper! But of course I have a couple of ships, that live in my heart rent free haha, let's see...

Obviously, my favorite one is Kieran × Arthur💖 I love them with all of my heart. Their dynamic is touching and interesting.

Kieran just craves someone who will care even a bit for his silly little life. Even though he's sure he's nothing special, he wants to be. Just for one single person.

Arthur is afraid to feel. I'm sure he's afraid to even say "I love you". Because this brings responsibility. Responsibility to care and protect. Something he failed to do once with Isaac and Eliza. He's afraid to lose someone dear to him because of who he is and how he is. And Mery Linton didn't help him think any better of himself.

But Kieran knows just how Arthur is and who he is. He's a criminal too, so Arthur's outlaw life can't scare him much. I think-- Kieran's kindhearted and understanding nature is something, that Arthur needs. He knows Kieran won't ever judge him for the life he lead or the tears he might cry. All this would give him some peace in mind and heart.

And his self-esteem is not the highest, we all know that. Same as Kieran's. So I'm sure they'd support each other and help all the best in them shine brighter. ;w; yeah, my favorite one.

Kieran x Sean. It's just hilarious. They are such a Dorkies!!!! But god forbid them take responsibility after someone else besides each other.......I mean, we have a walking panick attack and a grown up 5 year old here......If I had a chance to be adopted by them, I'd run fucking away....but in short: I love them!!!

Arthur × Albert Mason. They are almost as sweet and perfect as Kierthur, but a little bit less anxious :3

And some honorable mentions!!:

Kieran × Mery-Beth, Arthur × Charlotte, Arthur × Charles, Sean × Karen, Sean × Lenny, Hosea × Dutch, Javier × Charles (😳)

Thank you so much for your ask, anon💖💗💖

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #kieran duffy #arthur morgan #kierthur #sean macguire #macduffy

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blueskittlesart · 2 years

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i know you love tamaki but thoughts on each of the other hosts? my favourite is mori <3

full disclosure tamaki was my first real conscious fictional crush at the ripe age of 11 and TO THIS DAY i have to pause the show during the piano scenes to recover my dignity so he will always be my number one. my everything. my absolute love interest of all time. i could write essays on him for real. i HAVE written essays on him. that being said i can absolutely talk about the other hosts bc im literally obsessed w this show

haruhi was the gender blueprint. truly. girlboy swag. she and misa amane death note were definitely like. the two most influential characters on my personal style in middle and high school. this doesn't say anything good about me. she is also multifaceted and well characterized in a way that's SO refreshing for a romance protagonist. character of all time. also btw im the exact demographic this show was written for meaning i was a tamaki/haruhi truther from the very beginning. where is the tall blonde prince boy to my short stupid gnc bitch. when is it my turn to be happy

hikaru and kaoru. yes i know the twincest thing is weird but i am CHOOSING TO IGNORE IT because 1. the show is making fun of shoujo tropes. its SATIRE GUYS and 2. they are literally so well characterized that it MAKES SENSE THAT THEY DO IT. ugh. anyways kaoru was always my favorite of the two bc i love a man thats in tune with his own emotions. i like hikaru in theory but i think if i knew him in real life i would murder him. i am also obsessed with their characterization and backstory in general bc their specific brand of trauma is one that i so rarely see represented in media and i think they had a very realistic response to it?? like they're genuinely very well written characters i like them a lot. i could also probably write an essay about them

kyoya. im obsessed with him. hes a genius. hes an asshole. he runs a literal profitable business pimping out his besties. girls somehow like him despite him never actually showing affection to any of them in canon. hes literally the worst person alive. hes genuinely kindhearted despite everyone in his life attempting to beat it out of him. hes GAY. this is a joke mostly but i truly think that every decision in his life post-middle school is made because he is obviously, painfully in love with tamaki and also completely oblivious to this fact. like the show might attempt to make you think that hes got a thing for haruhi but literally every decision he makes is for tamaki's benefit (the manga is even MORE explicit about this btw and it makes me insane) and the entire time hes in denial about the fact that tamaki is literally everything to him. it's hilarious. "and so kyoya met him" uhhh fellas is it gay to consider the single most important event in your life to be meeting another man

i kinned honey in middle school for real and every time i think about it i want to die. i unfortunately still like cake. and rabbits. and i am still blonde and short. i might be haunted by this character for the rest of my life

i didn't get the appeal of mori at first tbh which might be a result of watching the anime 2 million times but never reading the manga LMAO bc he really is just a filler character in the show. but hes fun and i like him well enough. im sort of hoping he gets a little more room to be a real character in the manga tho bc ive like. just gotten out of the chapters that were adapted directly into the show so we're in uncharted territory now. im waiting for his chapter im SURE its coming

#I WISH THEY KEPT MORI'S LITTLE BROTHER IN CHIKA'S EPISODE OF THE SHOW. LITTLE MORI IS SO CUTE :((#finally an excuse to talk into the void about ouran #my discord server is so tired of me sending 'me and who' with every screenshot of haruhi and tamaki i can find #im so normal guys i promise #asks

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ Alcohol Consumption ⚠️

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Jimin record his intro for the third time. His boyfriend was a perfectionist and his fans would be perfectly fine no matter what he did, but Jimin would happily do fifty takes if he needed to get it right.

“Welcome back to Mims ASMR, my loves,” Jimin whispered as he fluttered his fingers around the mic. “Today, I am finally going to answer one of the most popular requests in my comment section. We are doing a tour of my jewelry box - specifically my ring collection. There are a lot so let’s get right into it.”

Jimin clapped his hands, leaned away from his mic, and stopped recording before turning toward Jungkook. “How was that? Better?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and crossed the room to sit beside his boyfriend, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s back. “Baby, all three takes were great. Try not to worry so much, your fans love you no matter what.”

Jimin smiled then formed his lips into a pout, asking for a kiss from his boyfriend. After receiving a chaste peck, he replied, “Thank you, I’m trying to be better about it, but it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t want the quality to go down now that I am getting more popular. No matter how many subscribers I get, I want it to always seem genuine.”

“You are so cute,” Jungkook said with another kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I understand and I respect that, but trust yourself. I know it’s hard, but you are good at what you do, Min. You never give less than your best effort.”

Jimin stood up and hugged Jungkook, squeezing him tight enough to make the other laugh. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, holding onto the embrace until Jimin let go. He watched as his boyfriend sat down at his desk and jump right back into his recording. Returning to his spot across the room, Jungkook watched Jimin continue until he finished filming.

Recording ASMR content had started as a hobby for Jimin to break up the stressful monotony of college academics - doing it mainly for fun until he got a positive response. He put time and money into it during the summer break following his sophomore year and his channel had taken off. At the start of his senior year, Jimin hit half a million subscribers and decided that this may end up being a career instead of a hobby.

Jungkook had been incredibly supportive, helping him with filming and editing, soothing his worries, and talking him through the less-than-kind comments. That is how he ended up here, sitting beside his boyfriend as the guest in his next video. Jin, one of Jimin’s creator friends, had tagged him in a challenge to do a video of his choice with the creator’s partner.

Typically, Jungkook would have never agreed to be on camera, however, Jimin always recorded his videos from the mouth down - mostly hidden from the full view to protect his identity. With the ability to remain faceless to the public, Jungkook was more comfortable with the idea.

Jimin suggested a little Q&A-style video where they would try out different ASMR triggers with each question. It started simply with tapping and whispering before working up to the final one, eating snacks. Jungkook helped Jimin edit the video and watched it over a few times by himself until he came to a realization - he loved the little mukbang segment.

Jungkook never would have imagined himself considering an ASMR channel of his own, but here he was trying to figure out how to bring it up to Jimin. His thoughts went back and forth between his boyfriend thinking he wasn’t cut out to make content himself to Jimin feeling imposed on and being frustrated with him. All irrational thoughts when Jungkook knew how kindhearted his boyfriend was.

Within days of Jungkook bringing it up, Jimin had a second backdrop set up in his office and a list of ideas. He ordered another tripod and microphone plus a few decorative trays and cute utensils after doing research on other mukbang creators since it wasn’t his genre. Jimin even asked if Jungkook wanted him there to help with his first video or if he wanted to try recording by himself first to get comfortable in front of the camera.

His first video was a short little introduction while eating a few snacks, some chips for crunchy sounds and some gummy candy for softer sounds. It was barely ten minutes long, but Jungkook was quite proud of it, especially with Jimin’s constant praise. Thanks to his boyfriend’s generous promotions on his channel and social media accounts, Jungkook’s video had a nice little kickstart behind it - reaching thousands of views within the first week.

For the next few months, Jungkook explored various foods and started making longer videos. Jimin continued to be incredibly supportive and Jungkook was shocked to find that he had fifty thousand subscribers by the three-month anniversary of his channel. While his videos started as eating sounds only, Jungkook got more comfortable on camera which led to longer storytelling videos accompanied by a regular meal instead of little portions of food.

His initial upload schedule started as two or three videos per month as he accommodated the lifestyle of filming alongside his academics. He gained an entirely new appreciation for Jimin, who uploaded every Sunday and Thursday, after realizing how skilled his boyfriend’s time management had become and how dedicated he had been over the past two years to maintain that schedule.

Jimin encouraged him to keep that schedule through their last semester of college, not wanting Jungkook to become overwhelmed with self-imposed expectations and the stress of posting on top of his schoolwork. Both had spent spring break pre-recording content for the last half of their semester knowing the upcoming burden of their last rounds of final exams.

When the end of the semester came, there were many things to celebrate. Firstly and most obviously, their successful graduation - Jimin with his degree in public relations and Jungkook’s film and video production degree, both earned with honors. They moved into a beautiful apartment together with enough rooms for them both to have their own office. And most exciting, both reached major subscriber milestones - Jungkook hitting one hundred thousand and Jimin hitting one million.

With their shared financial success and continued enjoyment of making content, it seemed like the logical choice to work on their personal brands full-time. Jimin maintained his normal upload schedule and started to manage both of their public Instagram accounts. Jungkook established a more frequent upload schedule of Monday and Friday along with a new venture, Saturday live streams which he loved.

Six months after increasing his recordings and doing full mukbang live streams, the higher intake of food started to make an appearance in Jungkook’s figure. He and Jimin both worked out a few times a week, however, his calorie density and growing appetite had certainly gone up to combat those efforts.

His videos were standard, mostly being small plates and themed platters like crunchy fruits and vegetables or foods of a certain color and texture. His live streams, on the other hand, were often takeout orders or homemade meals typically accompanied by alcohol. They had invested in a table with a cooktop in it for Jungkook’s live streams that he would barbeque trays of meat on or build a pot of stew on - rarely leaving any morsel of food behind.

Jimin wasn’t certain if Jungkook had realized it yet, but he definitely had. He thought his boyfriend looked incredible, maybe ten pounds heavier since starting his channel the previous year, and a whole lot cuter in Jimin’s eyes. Seeing Jungkook in his normal wardrobe, someone wouldn’t even notice the change, but Jimin was lucky enough to see much more of his boyfriend than other people.

The first time he noticed it was a morning when Jimin was doing his hair and makeup at his vanity, getting ready to get lunch with Jin and Taehyung - fellow content creators. As it was Saturday, Jungkook was preparing for his live stream since he was doing an afternoon stream that weekend. He had finished showering and was exiting their bathroom with just a towel around his waist, emphasizing the tiniest bit of softness.

Jimin couldn’t put his finger on why, but he thought that Jungkook held the new weight very handsomely, looking strong and warm. He made an effort after that to check him out more often, his eyes and hands landing on Jungkook’s midsection throughout the day whenever he had the chance.

Becoming more aware of it, Jimin could easily see where it came from - his boyfriend’s menu has grown in size for his content, but there was a very specific factor that he thought was attributed to the gain. Jungkook was averaging two to three hours for his live streams, usually finishing his meal within the first hour but refilling his drink until the very end.

Neither of them was into party life during college, however, they both had quite the alcohol tolerance. For his weekend streams, Jungkook had regularly picked up a six-pack of whatever beer sounded interesting - sometimes even trying new brands and reviewing them on stream.

During the first couple of months of streaming, he would finish one or two beers before switching to water. Then, he gradually started grabbing a third or fourth while he talked and picked at the remaining food. It was now expected for him to finish at least four, occasionally seeing off the entire pack, chugging the first in one go before starting his meal, and enjoying the other five throughout his stream.

Jungkook was putting away well over a thousand calories in beer alone every weekend on top of his big meals. Even though he was never one to fixate on calorie counting, Jimin knew that his boyfriend was probably averaging one or two pounds per stream which clearly explained his slow but steady gain.

Jimin waited to see if Jungkook would address it, positively or negatively, rather than bring it up himself. He undeniably enjoyed watching his boyfriend’s midsection grow in tandem with his happiness and success - if the scale climbed with his subscriber count, Jimin wasn’t going to complain about it.

Almost another six months passed and Jungkook had yet to mention it. The only rationale Jimin could come up with was that his boyfriend didn’t fully realize the change with how slow the progression had been. Because he was, admittedly, a little fixated on it, Jimin tracked the subtle changes and paid attention to things like the fit of his clothes and the feel of his body.

It finally came up nearly two years after moving into their new place. Jungkook had hit half a million subscribers and went all out on his live stream. He ordered a bunch of his favorite food with quite a few drink options and Jimin even dropped in for a little bit before calling it a night. His celebration stream was nearly six hours long, ending around three in the morning.

After a drunken clean-up of his office, Jungkook crawled into bed and passed out until nearly noon. Jimin was preparing hangover soup for him when Jungkook managed to climb out of bed. He ambled into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants and his impressive bedhead, one hand scratching his stomach as he yawned.

The evidence of his indulgence from the previous night was quite prominent. Jimin turned to greet him, but he choked on his words as he stared at Jungkook. His waistband was sitting low on his hips, emphasizing the round swell of his stomach. Although most of it could be blamed on bloating, Jimin felt confident in saying that his boyfriend officially had a little beer belly.

“Man, I really overdid it last night,” Jungkook said, rubbing both hands over his distended middle.

Jimin wasn’t certain if his boyfriend was doing it on purpose, but he was struggling to keep his cool, ready to abandon his post at the stove and drag Jungkook back to their bedroom. Testing the waters, he replied, “Think you might have been overdoing it for a little while now, love.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up, staring at Jimin with a look of faux exasperation. He moved his hands to his hips. “Park Jimin, are you shaming my dad bod right now?”

“I think we are supposed to have kids before you can claim the dad bod excuse, Ggukie, but you can believe whatever you want,” Jimin quipped, excited to hear his boyfriend leaning into the teasing and hyping up his own body rather than feeling insecure about it.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and walked up behind Jimin who was still dutifully stirring the soup. He moved his hands across his boyfriend’s slim waist and whispered, “Would it help if I said you were a total milf?”

Jimin threw his head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder laughing loudly, not expecting that response at all. After turning off the heat on the stove, Jimin turned around in his boyfriend’s arms and went up on his toes for a kiss. “Whatever you want to call it, I think you look hot, babe.”

It seemed like that was exactly what Jungkook needed to hear. Within seconds, he lifted Jimin onto the counter and stepped between his legs. He pulled him into a hungry kiss that quickly developed into a heated make-out session. Jungkook let out a rumbling moan when Jimin’s hands squeezed his sides, emphasizing the fact that there was something to squeeze.

Finally pulling back for air, Jungkook relished in the feeling of Jimin’s strong thighs wrapped around his softening middle. He would admit later that he was aware of his gain for a while, not mentioning anything to his boyfriend out of embarrassment at first. Jungkook explained to Jimin that it started out as just the enjoyment from feeling full that eventually started to shift into appreciating his changing body.

Jimin made it clear that whatever it was for Jungkook was very much supported and encouraged as he found his attraction rising with his boyfriend’s size. He also began to tease him a little more often, knowing that it gave them both a sense of intense pleasure. With a new understanding between them, it seemed that whatever hesitation Jungkook had was let go.

While continuing with his normal video structure, Jungkook did change something with his streams. The standard meals were kept the same, however, he did explain to Jimin that he felt fuller and more satisfied with the liquid portion - the reason behind his longer streams where he continued to drink through the end. His hesitation was adding more and more alcohol than he already set up for his streams.

Jungkook hated being hungover and didn’t love the idea of getting drunk every Saturday by going beyond the six-pack he normally drank from. A suggestion from Jimin that he somehow had not thought of himself was the best of both worlds. He began to drink non-alcoholic beer.

Starting the stream with one regular beer on camera, Jungkook spent the rest of the time pouring his non-alcoholic cans into his glass. His fans had always been impressed with his ability to eat and drink, but after the switch, people constantly commented on his incredible tolerance - little did they know that Jungkook wasn’t in it for the buzz, just the full stomach.

His typical four to six beers over a three-hour stream became at least eight or nine cans of his non-alcoholic beer on top of the one regular beer he kicked off the stream with. Sometimes, the only reason Jungkook stopped drinking was his stomach capacity. Jimin was often fascinated by how much liquid his boyfriend could consume in a single sitting.

Jimin would usually spend Saturday night and Sunday morning giving him gentle massages as the beer, alcoholic or not, bloated Jungkook’s stomach every time while appreciating the continued change to his midsection. The higher intake had not only affected his full belly but his empty belly as well.

The term beer belly made a lot more sense to Jimin after seeing how it blossomed on Jungkook’s figure. It seemed that every calorie stuck to his middle from his growing consumption. The little pudge that used to just poke out over his waistband now started bulging out a few inches, his growing belly almost seeming to defy gravity sometimes.

His shirts now fit snugly over his round belly while every waistband tucked nicely right underneath the swell. Jungkook’s stomach jutted straight out from his middle as the rest of him seemed to stay relatively the same. He had a bit more padding on his thighs and his arms were a little bulkier, but it wasn’t enough to take the attention away from his impressive midsection.

Around Jungkook’s birthday, Jimin came up with an idea after watching an American college movie that Taehyung recommended. A group of guys in the film had something called a case race to see who could drink a 24-pack of beer first and he thought it might be fun to see Jungkook try it.

That was the first time they initiated something like that together and definitely the first time Jungkook drank more than a few drinks off stream, but his boyfriend was completely on board, loving the idea of doing it solely for their enjoyment.

Jimin picked up a case of non-alcoholic beer as Jungkook was still a fan of drinking to get full and not get drunk. They set up the living room with dim lighting and a show to play in the background. Jungkook put on a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a bit of room to be comfortable.

With a mug that held two cans at a time, Jimin poured the first round and brought it to him. Expecting Jungkook to chug it as he typically did with his drink that started his night, Jimin stood next to the couch and watched him, teasing him for the panting breaths that followed.

Jungkook told him to bring a few cans with him for the next round, clearly enjoying the fast pace in the beginning. Jimin was genuinely impressed by how quickly his boyfriend could down a can, seeing him chug another two within minutes of the first large glass.

The night continued with quiet belches and a few rounds of hiccups while Jungkook worked through the case. About an hour in, he was halfway through - Jimin slowing him down after slamming the first four to make sure he didn’t throw up.

After tipping number twelve to drain the last few drops, Jungkook reclined back into the couch to take a short break. Jimin’s gentle touch had been easing any cramps or discomfort that came up from going too fast, but Jungkook was starting to feel the effects of all the liquid.

He wasn’t challenging his stomach capacity quite yet due to the meals that usually accompanied his liquid intake before, however, Jungkook realized that a stomach full of beer felt much different without the food alongside it. As his belly distended little by little to accommodate it, he noticed a sloshing sensation that was admittedly growing more enjoyable.

Jungkook also tried to hide the bubbles of gas that traveled up his chest whenever Jimin pushed or prodded in certain spots. Obviously, his boyfriend had heard him burp before, but something about the situation made it feel embarrassing. While he couldn’t hold them all back, Jungkook made sure to let it out quietly into his hand and was thankful that Jimin seemed to let him do whatever he needed to remain comfortable.

Although, Jimin did not let him simply go on without any teasing or taunting. Just as Jungkook felt ready to pick up another can, his boyfriend placed his hands on his shoulders and straddled Jungkook’s lap. Jimin moved his hands down Jungkook’s chest, caressing him slowly before stopping on either side of his belly.

Expecting a tender massage that Jimin had become skilled at providing, Jungkook was stunned when his boyfriend shook his belly back and forth. The liquid in his stomach felt like it was splashing against his insides and it forced him to let out a pocket of air that developed at the crest of his belly with a wet belch.

Jungkook let out a deep moan involuntarily as he threw his head back against the cushion, hands finding Jimin’s waist as his boyfriend’s touch became much more gentle. Letting Jungkook have more time to breathe through his overwhelmed state, Jimin started raining kisses onto his face - sweet and coy compared to what he had just done.

The entire time, Jimin had been keeping a steady stream of praise flowing that let Jungkook know his boyfriend was happy to try out the new endeavor. However, after that moment, he realized that Jimin was as equally into it which somehow made it even more satisfying. His boyfriend was currently whispering in his ear about a next time thinking that they would be done soon, but Jungkook was now more determined than ever.

“Can you open the next one, baby?” Jungkook asked, happy to keep his boyfriend in his lap while they continued.

Jimin smiled and kissed him hard, seemingly excited by his boyfriend’s renewed sense of effort. “Of course, love.”

Jungkook held out his hand to accept the drink, but Jimin simply took his hand and pecked the back of it while bringing the can to his boyfriend’s lips. He tilted it slowly, making it clear that he wanted him to take it in one breath. They did that with the next one - Jungkook stopped him halfway through number fifteen in need of a break from the way his stomach started to cramp up.

At that point, Jimin definitely thought they were going to call it, but Jungkook assured him that he just needed to take it slow, not ready to throw in the towel yet. With the reminder of being able to try again, possibly in a month for Jimin’s birthday, he did consider agreeing and letting his boyfriend take him to the bedroom until he ultimately decided that he had enough space for two more.

Finishing the second half of the one he paused on, Jungkook asked Jimin to fill the glass with two final cans and he would tap out at seventeen. Thoroughly impressed with his performance, Jimin did just that and then crawled back into his lap while he gradually down his last round. His boyfriend’s hands worked through any pinches and aches while he finished.

Jungkook fell back into the couch once again, grateful for Jimin helping him through. His stomach felt tighter than it ever had having drank over a gallon of liquid over the course of the night. Needing Jimin’s help to get off the couch, Jungkook felt the full weight of his belly once he stood up.

His shirt was stretched across his bloated middle, emphasizing just how much he had managed to get down over the past few hours. Jimin poked fun the entire walk back to their bedroom, commenting on Jungkook’s slow waddle and the sloshing sounds coming from his stomach. Although, he was also gentle and appreciative in helping Jungkook climb up into bed - removing his shirt to survey the final result.

Leaning back against the headboard, Jungkook rested his hands on his stomach, noting the tight pull at the top while the area below his belly button was still pleasantly soft. He saw the sparkle in Jimin’s eye and knew that his partner was ready to pounce on him, but the idea of moving anymore genuinely made Jungkook feel nauseous.

As if he could read Jungkook’s mind, Jimin snuck his hand below the waistband of his sweatpants and said, “Don’t you worry, my love. I will do all the work. I think you deserve a reward for your performance.”

By the next morning, the evidence of their previous night’s activity was quite clear. Jimin woke up first curled around Jungkook’s back, feeling very grateful for last night Jimin who decided to clean them up before falling asleep. He kissed his boyfriend’s shoulder and sat up to stretch when he was caught off guard by Jungkook’s still-bloated stomach.

The beer-induced swell had shifted down lower as he digested the hefty amount, his belly distending out in front of him on the bed. Jimin lightly traced his fingers across Jungkook’s skin, applying some pressure on the small love bites he had left behind during his thorough treatment the night before.

Rousing Jungkook with his caressing touch, Jimin decided two things. His boyfriend deserved a loving wake-up call to continue his well-earned reward and they would most certainly be having a nice repeat of last night for Jimin’s birthday next month.

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The following summer, Jungkook finally hit one million subscribers after a few changes to his channel. Quickly learning how much he enjoyed gaming on stream, he stopped his ASMR uploads and became a full streamer - keeping his Saturday mukbang and adding a Tuesday and Thursday gaming stream.

During those streams, Jungkook often added drinking games or at least enjoyed a few beverages while playing with Jin and Taehyung or some new gamer friends he had made over time. His Saturday stream was still fueled by his non-alcoholic beer, needing a little more to achieve that full feeling he loved.

His little beer belly had certainly outgrown the description of little, filling out into a decent potbelly that protruded over his waistband while empty and looked like Jungkook was hiding a basketball under his shirt after every Saturday live stream.

Jimin’s teasing had only grown alongside his belly, often wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s back to jiggle his stomach or squeeze his sides. His favorite comments to make were about how their fans were none the wiser to Jungkook’s round middle hiding below his desk during every stream - especially by the end of a Saturday night when he packed away drink after drink.

The thing Jungkook treasured most by far, however, was his boyfriend’s consistent love and appreciation because for every taunting jab Jimin threw at him, three compliments followed behind it. Jimin was his ultimate hype man - encouraging the change in his content, supporting his streaming career, and contributing to his full belly whenever he could.

Setting up for his Thursday stream, Jungkook sipped on some water while he prepared his recording area. He had been both looking forward to this stream and dreading it as Jimin and their friends were joining him for a Mario Kart night. The terms had already been determined and Jungkook knew he was going to be stuffed to the brim by the end of his stream.

For each race he lost, Jungkook had to down his drink and between Jimin and Jin, he did not stand a chance at winning - of course, having been his lovely boyfriend’s idea. Moving on to Jimin’s setup, Jungkook heard the distant sound of their front door closing.

“Love! I’m back!” Jimin called out from the kitchen.

Jungkook left his office, making his way down the hall to greet his boyfriend. He sent Jimin a little grimace when he saw the two packs of his favorite beer on the counter. “Hey, baby.”

Jimin smirked and walked over to Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and going up on his toes for a welcome-home kiss. “Don’t look so happy to see me, Ggukie.”

“Don’t look so smug to get me drunk tonight, Minnie,” Jungkook replied after returning the kiss before lifting Jimin up onto the counter.

“At least you are prepared to lose,” Jimin quipped, devolving into squeaky giggles as Jungkook’s fingers dug into his sides in retaliation.

Jungkook finally eased up and felt Jimin’s hands spread across his belly, giving it a little tap on both sides that sent a ripple through his soft abdomen. He was now the one smirking and said, “Am I really the one losing if I get rewarded either way?”

Jimin smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, completely agreeing with his boyfriend’s question. His hands continued their gentle caress of Jungkook’s belly as he whispered, “Of course, you get rewarded, my love. Look at how all your hard work pays off.”

They both knew that there was not enough time to take this show to the bedroom so Jimin did the next best thing before they had to log into their streams. He reached over to one of the cases and tore the box open, grabbing the first beer and cracking the can open. Taking a small sip for himself first, a suggestive expression sent in Jungkook’s direction while he did.

“How about a little head start, Gguk?”

Jungkook let out a low groan as Jimin turned the can toward him, bringing it to his lips. He instinctively started to drink, knowing his boyfriend would control the pace well. Ten seconds later, Jungkook already had a hot sensation running through his stomach against the cold froth of beer in his belly. Seeing that familiar sparkle in Jimin’s eye, he knew it was going to be an interesting night.

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #chubby jungkook #supportive jimin #bts stuffing #liquid stuffing #soft bellied tannies

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bigscaryblueberry · 2 years

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Please do share on why you think king and asgore would hate each other. I am curious 👀

(I'm glad you're interested in hearing it! So, let's see...)

I'd start with the typical "King currently hates Lightners", but I think Asgore in particular is an interesting case since King was first exposed to Ralsei, a Darkner who resembles the Dreemurr family. I'm not sure if King would be confused by the resemblance, or if he'd still be able to tell that Asgore is a Lightner, but King doesn't like Ralsei either since he "worships" Lightners, so the similarity would still leave a bad first impression either way, I think.

King is a manipulative sort of person. We've seen how he took advantage of Ralsei's kindness, using it to gain an advantage before stabbing everyone in the back. Without a redemption, he would do the same to Asgore if the opportunity came up, and that's definitely no way to make a friend, haha...

Even if King is no longer violent, he's still very closed off and doesn't trust others, so if he DOES get a redemption, I think he would still shut out Asgore's kindness and not want to associate with him at all. If Asgore tried to reason with him, I think King would get annoyed, and assume that the friendliness isn't genuine. King has betrayed others in response to a perceived betrayal by Lightners, and it's going to take a lot of patience for him to recover from that mindset. And the points below will explain why I don't think Asgore would be the patient person that King needs.

The most important point, King tried to kill Kris, one of Asgore's children. Asgore may be kindhearted, but he cares about his family a lot and would not want to befriend someone who intentionally endangers any of his kids. The man has priorities, you know? And I can imagine that Kris and/or Susie would be more than willing to tell Asgore what King did to them, so it wouldn't stay a secret from him... And remember, in the Undertale timeline, Asgore declared war on humanity after Asriel was killed by humans. Granted, he ended up being quite reluctant to actually kill humans that fell underground, which makes sense as those individual humans were not the ones who killed his son, + the passage of time for him to calm down from his initial anger and mourning. Now, King in Deltarune did not succeed in killing Kris, obviously, but the malicious intent was there. Could you imagine how Asgore (who is not a powerful monarch like he was in Undertale, but a former police officer and would still have some kind of access to magic and weapons in the Dark World) would respond being face-to-face with the would-be murderer?

Similarly to the above point, I don't think Asgore would take very kindly to learning about King's threat towards Lancer, either, even with the reveal of it just being a bluff.

(So yeah, those are the reasons I can think of off the top of my head. I just really see Asgore going into "protective parent mode" lol, and also I'm just not really a fan of the fandom's tendency to use arbitrary similarities ("oh they're both big burly divorced king dads!") as an excuse to put characters together, so I may have a bit of a bias as well. But I hope you understand my perspective and enjoyed reading what I had to say here!)

#ask #ask blog #mod post

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seoafin · 1 year

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HELLO ??? LITERALLY HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES UR FIC IS TOO GOOD ?????

i felt every single emotion reading it. i am numb.

(forgive my rambling... please)

megumi... poor boy. when ur around his age, you would imagine that you'd trust people easier, or have a "child-like faith" but he's the complete opposite and it BREAKS MY HEART LORDDDD

tsumiki as well... 😭 carrying so much on her back and she probably hasn't even learnt quadratic formula yet 😭 my heart aches everytime i think about her tbh. it takes an insane amount of maturity (for someone as young as her) to keep smiling and get things done for her and megs. or maybe she has double the amount of child-like faith that megumi just seemed to lose along the way. (just yet another way of how she's raising them both.... crying)

toji may be a piece of shit.... but he's my piece of shit im so sorry. glad that rip!mc gave him that wake up call though !! (if only she were canon.... gege im in ur walls).

satoru being angry and annoyed for this entire fic did make me giggle. personally, i don't think many things can get him that riled up,,, so let's just say im jumping up and down at the fact that someone so "boring" can make his blood pressure increase like no one's business. (i love how protective he is even though if u look closely, he can be borderline psychotic. he cares SO much about her anddddd i have tears in my eyes again. wow. just him immediately taking rip!mc to his room to play cards. him making immediate moves to help her and megs. that is SO important to me.)

suguru as well 😭 he is so cute shame... just constantly flustered 😭😭😭 thank you for making him happy.. it's all i've wanted for the past 3 years 😭😭😭 (him and satoru.... thin ice... love them tho. but thin ice)

shoko. im in love. nothing has changed. i understand rip!mc. plus,,, her being the biggest instigator LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 not giving satoru, suguru, OR toji a moment of peace. such wife material actually. it's also so heartwarming that she doesn't pry into rip!mc's stuff, how she continues to lie to the boys just for her. the blind trust.... they're meant to be... (THE END WAS EVERYTHING TO ME. PERSONALLY.)

rip!mc.... you really dug at my heart this time 😭😭😭😭 i don't wanna overshare, but all i will say is, she is JUST like me. im fr just looking at myself at this point and all this kinda hits home 😭 (the daddy issues theme was amazing morgan love it) she is too kindhearted for her own good (sounds like SOMEONE... 😔) but i love her w everything in my heart. she deserves every single good thing and more that comes her way tbh. just her projecting her issues onto megs and toji was so heartbreaking. love her.

marie is so fine.

amazing fic as always morgan. you are genuinely such an amazing author, u really grabbed me and forced to feel every emotion in this fic 😭 ur talent never fails to amaze me. you >>>> the world. ly and goodbye. (more art coming ur way!)

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!

my favorite thing abt writing rip!mc is hands down her dynamic with megumi and i know i haven't written abt those two as much as i probably should've but i love them...i made it so that rip!mc would parallel megumi bc i wanted to explore a character that really had no other choice but to become a jujutsu sorcerer like in an another life rip!mc could've been megumi and megumi could've been rip!mc the possibilities!! tsumiki too. im rlly excited for her role in the upcoming chapters/arcs bc i rlly want to see more of her. just imagining tsumiki who is barely older than megumi taking on the role of responsibility when they were children breaks my heart. also a lot of ppl talk about megumi and toji but what about tsumiki and HER mother??? like yes toji abandoned megumi but so did tsumiki's mother like ouch that must've hurt or maybe she was just so used to it which is why taking care of megumi came so easy. maybe she was used to fending for herself 🥲

toji.... i originally envisioned rip!mc finding him in a pachinko parlor LMAO stsg were ALSO supposed to visit the hostess club unfortunately i cut the scene out bc it didn't make sense. but yes the man definitely needed a wake up call personally i think rip!mc should've been even harsher but the girl was straight up dissociating that entire conversation fjdksfdjnks

hs gojo is such a tsundere!!! like it's part bc he sucks at communicating and it's another part the fact that rip!mc is just extraordinarily dense in aspects. he also just assumes that it's a given that people understand him (like geto does) LMAO. i feel like that's the difference between hs gojo n adult gojo in regards to his relationship with rip!mc. adult gojo is just a lot more confident in how to handle her and knows exactly what buttons to push while hs gojo is a lot more rash and easier crueler with his words. he is the WORST.

when else is geto not going to be happy other than in my fics 😔 i love him so much!!! i wrote all the geto scenes for this fic first and then tried to figure out where to fit gojo let me TELL YOU. all the geto parts were done and written!!! it took me like 3 months to finish gojo's though 😭😭😭

ok let's talk shoko aka the TRUE ENDING. yes shoko is the biggest instigator ever. it would be hilarious to see gojo and geto riled up while also asserting her Dominance as rip!mc's number 1 <33333 in the end she's the only one that actually and truly just wants the best things for her bf even if that may or may not include stsg. these bitches r so gay.....gojo n geto r just willfully blind about it DNFJKSDNJF

thank you so much for reading friend!!! once again im so so so so happy you enjoyed it <33333 like if even one person enjoyed that makes me soooo happy and thank you for letting me read your thoughts I LOVE WHEN PPL TALK TO ME ABT MY FICS <3333 also i will eagerly be awaiting whatever u draw omg

#yeah yeah toji abandoned megumi but tsumiki's mother also abandoned HER 😭#i'd argue it's even worse considering we don't even know what happened to her unlike toji #never apologize for rambling it genuinely heartens me to see ppl enjoy it!!!!!#let ME apologize bc i RAMBLED LMAO #long post #.fb

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ofjaspars · 2 years

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JASPAR FLORENTINO: AN INTRODUCTION

Full Name: Jaspar Elias Florentino Age: 20 Birthdate: July 17th 1979 Gender: Cis man Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Pre-med student at CCU / Kamilla Yang’s assistant Astrological placements: Cancer sun, Taurus moon, Libra rising Inspiration: [Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead), Will Byers (Stranger Things), Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Annie January (The Boys), Ferris Bueller (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off), every time Shane Madej has ever shaken his head in response to the question ‘are ghosts real?’]

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Mbti: infp Enneagram: 1w2 Traits: Logical, kindhearted, thoughtful, organised, loyal, resourceful, soft-spoken, adventurous, intelligent, honest, flighty, over-analytical, overcritical, cynical, defensive, fussy Likes: Long car rides, skateboarding while listening to his walkman, warm knitted sweaters, home-cooked meals, growing herbs in his kitchen, giving hugs, red wine, claw machines, historical research, travelling to new towns, the vastness of space, proving hypotheses correct, finding the good in places where others might struggle to (hi Cherry!) Dislikes: Scammers(!), not staying in contact with friends he’s made in other towns, messy rooms, when the dots just don’t connect, uncertainty, public speaking, noisy eaters Habits: Digging his toes into the front of his shoes when nervous, telling historical medicinal facts that nobody asks for dsfsdf, over-apologising, explaining the unexplainable away with SCIENCE Secret talent: Knows all the words to ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ by Billy Joel and has unapologetically used it as a historical timeline in exams more than he’d like to admit.

Secret

Jaspar’s parents aren’t really scientific research assistants. They’re published ‘paranormal experts’ who have been tricking locals in towns across the USA into giving up their cash through faking paranormal sightings and skipping town when they’re close to being found out.

Background

Although Jaspar was born in Auburn, Maine, he’s always seen it as a positive that - at various points in his life - he’s got to call some part of the entire country his home.

It’s safe to say that Jaspar grew up a bit naive. As a child, he believed in the power of good and kindness above all else and through his parents’ work as scientific research assistants he got to see the powers of spreading good every single day. The Florentinos were as close-knit as they came; with the help of their wider family (all piled into the back of their van) they’d haul off to locations across the states to pursue the next great scientific effort.

For the most part, it was a happy childhood. Instilling in him a real sense of magic as he’d watch his parents prove a theory correct and a sense of excitement every time he got to help them with part of one of their ‘experiments’. His parents were truly what he saw as real life superheroes - spreading good wherever they went and helping others. In contrast, it was actually also quite a lonely childhood. The friends he’d make in one school would be gone in a matter of months whenever they’d leave to their next big scientific discovery and, in the end, he knew he only truly had one thing: his mind. So he tried to feed his intellect as much as he could - in the routes they’d take, the facts he’d gain from wandering into a museum in town and finding a home amongst the books. And by the time he was ten, he felt more at home with the local librarian than he did around kids his own age. It wasn’t sad. Just life and he wouldn’t change being around his heroes everyday for anything.

However, when he was thirteen, he stumbled upon the truth in a newspaper. His parents weren’t scientific research assistants at all - nor were they doing anything with any real scientific merit. They were scam artists. ‘Paranormal researchers’ who used the beliefs of those who actually did genuinely believe there were ghosts, ghouls, demons and other entities and performed elaborate shows just to trick the believers into handing over their cash. Whether it was ‘getting rid of the ghost in the attic for the low fee of $1000′ or taking photographs of their ‘encounters’ for journals while relying on double exposures and tricks of light, the only thing he could still say was that they were good at their jobs at least.

From there, Jaspar grew more jaded. He still believed in the powers of science, but he gripped onto the thoughts of the logical so tightly that it left no room for the magical or whimsical in the world. Kindness and goodness were still principles he clutched close to his chest, but in every new town they’d visit it was a little harder to open up to new friends.

But he was certain of one thing. He was going to prove that science could be used to heal and spread warmth again - and he could think of no better way to do that than to one day become a doctor. Right now, he’s leaning towards paediatrics but we’ll see!

He knows he should probably cut his parents off but he can’t quite bring himself to as they’re the only real attachments he has in the world. Going back to them isn’t really an option but they stay in contact via long distance phone calls where he updates them on how his degree is going and they update him about tricking the people of another small town that their house is definitely haunted.

He’s always had an affinity for small towns. Places with a heart and soul, so by the time college rolled around Cherry, with its beach and motels seemed perfect... until it turned into an actual nightmare, of course! It was only natural that the locals wanted to blame their trauma on something beyond humanity and their own comprehension. A series of traumatic events has had that effect on people throughout history, in his mind.

Working for Kamilla Yang gives him a chance to expand upon his love for research and for the most part, although they have differing beliefs, he really does have a lot of time for her. A kooky historian who just so happens to believe in the things he knows aren’t real? Who wouldn’t want the chance for a little intellectual sparring every now and then! Or simply a chance to get to look at all those sweet Cherry archives while typing up her research. It really is the nerdy dream. The thought of his own logical beliefs being challenged? Yet to cross his mind.

Other Tidbits

Has three cats called Darwin, Lovelace and Mrs. Sticky Bun (a recent adoptee who he hasn’t renamed)

Collects postcards and uses them like birthday cards, trying to match a place to a person who fits the ~vibe~

Also has a 50 states bobblehead collection on his shelf

LOVES TO COOK! Definitely the type to bring homemade food to the office on the regular with a little post-it on top with a smiley face on top highlighting any dietary requirements it might mess with

As per... all my muses have a song that I get my initial inspo from and Jaspar’s is ‘Life in Technicolor ii’ by Coldplay!

6′4 but does not feel at home with it! Constantly bangs his head on door frames as he’s not being careful <3 Spatial awareness who is she

#cusaintro #the way i brought my nicest muse to cherry #am i evil

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morgueroulette · 2 years

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Riptides

I'll take your loneliness, 'cause I know what it feels like All your uncertainty, I'll make into mine I'll take your punishment, 'cause I think I deserve it All your never ending condescending arguments So lay me out on your table Let's get straight to the heart of this.

The problem with anger, is that it’ll pull you down, eventually. Rory’s is righteous- October’s is bred into him- The tides clash here and now- may the combatants come away... alive?

TW: Violence, Blood

“I just don’t know why you’re taking it so fucking hard- It’s a joke not a dick, brokeback mountain.” Rory knew better than to think this was going to be easy. October was stubborn at his best moments, and Rory pushing back against his norm was likely to get the older vampire up in arms. He’d tried to be gentle about it- as gentle as one could be about the fact his so-called ‘best friend’ treated him like shit on the regular- had waited until everyone else had left the clan meeting, until it was just the two of them sat in The Hive well below his home. He’d hoped, in privacy, the usual bravado that colored October’s presence would soften the way it often did, dropping the ego and bravado to be the friend he’d made in college, a bit terse, sarcastic and rude, sure, but he’d never been cruel- Callus and unkind and willing to jump to the physical the way he’d become now. He’d hoped that therapy would have made him better- He realizes now that perhaps he wasn’t something October saw as important enough to mention, because the mistreatment had continued, even as the other vampire became more visibly kindhearted toward others, his children, the clan, his other friends.

Everyone but Rory. So perhaps he was angry, perhaps he was angrier than he had ever been, when October pushed genuine concern, a request for peace, to hang up the way he’d broken the man’s bones for little more than a minor infraction and be treated like his friend again off to the side like it was some kind of passing thought, a fleeting, momentary want after a joke that he couldn’t take.

“Are you fucking shitting me?” Comes the response, and Rory loathes the way his voice breaks on the words. “A joke? You punched me so hard I saw stars, you coulda cracked my skull, Eight!”

“And I didn’t. and if I did you would have healed. Why’s this such a big fucking deal for you now? Christ, you start spending more time with your bonky sister and fainting couch and you start actin’ like I’m some kind of supervillain.” October doesn’t grasp it, but who could expect him to? He’d spent nearly 20 years with things working... this way. Rory taking a beating, an insult, and declaring he’s okay, bouncing right back. He’s not seen the mental wounds left behind, the younger vampire desperate to keep them tucked away- Would he have stopped if he saw the ache in dark eyes? The desperate want to be accepted keeping Rory from standing his ground? Would he have been kinder if he knew that the other man’s submission to suffering was a self-inflicted punishment brought about by October’s violent tendencies?

Neither of them know, because now, with October stubbornly digging in his heels and Rory’s temper flaring, is the first time either have spoken to the dynamic they’ve served for three decades. Patience finally strained too thin, with hospital visits and the stress of someone having attacked Edgar (A fact that certainly made something in Rory hunger for revenge, so he could only imagine the way it made Felicia feel) and Kirby’s true parentage bearing on him in tandem with the constant stress of being an estranged father desperate for time with his daughter, it’s hard to place which straw broke the back of the camel- but the beast is lame, and the gate it guarded is straining open once more.

“When’d you become such a little bitch, man?” October questions, finishing his drink and rolling his eyes. “I’m going home.” He declares, pushing away from the bar to leave- only to find himself held fast, Rory’s grip at his wrist sudden and tight. “Fuckssake.”

“I’m askin you to stop treatin’ me like shit, and you’re just gonna leave? Felicia and Edgar have names, I have a name, but you don’t respect anybody who isn’t you enough to fucking care about that, do you? Have to find the first fucking thing you think of about somebody’s looks, or personality, and then that’s their name from then on with you, right? God damn it’s no reason you don’t have any fucking friends who aren’t beholden to you by a fucking band contract! Face it, nobody would put up with you if they knew the real you the way me an’ the other guys do. But fuck me, right? Stupid fuckin’ Rory, some simple fuckin’ idiot who can’t take care of himself, can’t think unless you tell me what to do? But which one of us was top of the class in college, October? because it wasn’t you.”

October yanks his hand free, angular features darkening with a scowl. “What, get your feelings hurt and now you need to brag about shit that happened 30 years ago? Come the fuck on, Riordan, I was kidding.” October snaps, Rory letting out a manic laugh.

“You punched me in the head! You threw me through a glass cabinet two weeks ago, and oh, for the sin of spilling a little liquor on the new object of your fuckin’ obsession I got my arm broken and my jaw fractured! Yeah- kidding.” The last word is dagger sharp, the younger’s fists clenching at his sides. “Admit you’re a dick! for fucks sake! I’ve given you a pass for years because I thought you knew! I assumed anybody as fucking awful as you knew he was the absolute worst! Now you’re pretending to be some paragon of good and kindness and a good father when I- I know you. Whichever one of you is the real October, I don’t fucking know anymore, but the guy I know isn’t a good fuckin’ person and I gave him a pass on that because he was my friend and now I’m watchin’ you parade around like you’re some kind of kindhearted leader only to haul off and hit me because you think it’s funny. It’s fucked up! you’re fucked up! Don’t look at me like I’m crazy- You’re a dick October. The least you can do is fucking admit that so I don’t feel like I’m going insane for being upset!”

The older vampire arches a brow, runs a tongue across the fronts of his capped fangs. He seems about to say something, crosses broad arms over his chest. Rory hopes beyond hope that it’s an admission, maybe an apology. What he gets makes him see red, instead: “Are you finished?”

Maybe he overreacts, because with a shout, he throws himself at October, cocking back and punching the other vampire in the nose, planting one steel-toed boot against his knee and kicking sharply, not letting up until it buckles back, October hitting the floor of the speakeasy with a snarl and a hiss. They scuffle for a moment, Rory landing a few solid swings to October’s face- feeding regularly had its benefits, he supposed, the pop of cartilage under his knuckles a thrill he’s not soon to forget- before his anger is quickly overwhelmed by a flame more frequently stoked. He doesn’t realize what’s happened at first, head suddenly ringing, nose suddenly bleeding, but by the time October snaps his nose back into place and wipes his own blood on his sleeve, Rory’s well aware whatever follows will make the fight in the motel room 17 years ago look like chump change. He staggers, coughs and watches as one heavy, ring clad fist cocks back, closing his eyes and turning his face down and away- at the very least, he’ll deserve this one.

October’s about to punch his lights out, jaw aching, nose likely broken in a way he’s going to need to feed to heal- and then Rory folds in on himself and there’s recognition, perhaps, a faraway look in his eyes for a minute. Which is just long enough for Rory to haul off and hit him again. “Ow! motherfucker-”

“I’m still angry!” He manages, spatting blood on October’s boots. “You- You don’t get to do shit like this and be a good guy! You don’t! You don’t get to pretend my suffering means nothing, you don’t get to abandon a kid an’ pretend they don’t exist, okay! you don’t.... You don’t get to be what I’ve been trying to be for so fucking long so fucking easy when you’re still a monster underneath it all. You don’t get to retreat into being somebody kind when I’ve spent 2 centuries feeling like I’ll never measure up to being good.” He spits again, cocking back to punch October again only for the older vampire to catch his fist.

“Rory...”

“You don’t get to be good if I’m not, god damn it! If I deserve the way you treat me then neither of us are good men and we’re both doomed to our suffering so I need you to quit pretending to be a good person and admit you’re a dick.” The last word comes out on a sob, accent decidedly german and voice breaking. “I have tried so long to attone for what I did and you just decided you weren’t that guy anymore. I watched you do what you’ve done- you can’t just hang it up, if you can just move on then I should have been able to and-” There’s no trace of anything from the American south left behind, rambling desperate and german afflicted as he tries to wrench free from October’s grip.

“RORY!” He barks suddenly, the younger vampire jerking to attention. “I’m a dick, okay? is that what you needed to hear? Christ! Yeah, I treat you like shit because you let me. But you’re not me.” He insists, forcing the shorter’s fist back down to his side. “You’re a hell of a lot better than me, in fucking... everything. So yeah, maybe I... Maybe I took it out on you.”

“Definitely.”

“So I definitely took it out on you.” He sighs, wiping a trail of blood from his nose once more, a cut on his cheek from Rory’s scant rings dripping absently. “I didn’t know, you know.”

“You wouldn’t have stopped if you did.”

“no, I wouldn’t have.”

“So the point is moot.”

“I suppose.”

“Then why won’t you let me beat the shit out of you for catharsis?”

“Because I make money with my face, and I don’t think beating each other up solves any of this?”

“Terribly rich statement, guy who broke my jaw on a whim.”

“I’m sorry. I know it means shit, Rory, but I am.” October sighs, eventually releasing his grip on the younger’s hand. “It’s fucking weird that you sound like this.”

“Yeah, well, it is usually only temporary. I’m not doing it on purpose, you fucking dummkopf.”

“So I’m gonna... turn around and leave.” October insists, Rory sighing, shaking his head. “And I’m... I’m gonna let up. okay? Clearly you’re serious about this and you’re under a lot of stress with everything that’s happening for you and-”

“Don’t act like you care, October.” Comes the response, voice flat. “You’re my friend, I love you, but don’t pretend like you give a shit just because you got called out for this.” He sighs, October frowning, but nodding slowly. Stopping at the doorway and turning to glance over his shoulder. “What?” The younger questions, dropping himself into a booth.

“I didn’t abandon anybody here in the city- the kids are... Well, it’s complicated but they’re... around.” Rory swallows hard. “What do you know, Willingham?”

“I’ve been asked not to tell you.”

“And we can go back to beating the shit out of each other over something different, if you’d like.”

“....”

“I can always reset a broken nose a second time, Rory.” October warns, and the other man sighs. “I don’t want to fight you, man, but that’s not something you should- that you should keep from me.”

“One of the tenders at my bar. Kirby. He’s made it clear he doesn’t want to talk to you, so don’t fuck with them, alright? I shouldn’t have said anything, it was the heat of the moment, I was mad.”

“....”

“You can leave now, I’d like to bleed on myself on my own terms. In private.” He mutters, placing his face in his hands and listening to the doors throughout the house close behind October.

“Shit.”

#Rory my Beloathed [Rory]#Pushing Daisies;#R; Bail Cell #tw violence #tw blood

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backdraft-bimbo · 2 years

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Actually, let's talk about Bruno

"I don't care what you think of me" on the surface level is a very pleasing line to hear from Bruno, especially since John Leguizamo did a great job delivering it with that grating, pent-up frustration and sadness we can all imagine he held toward his mother for so many years.

But delving into that deeper, I'm relieved they included that line since Bruno was still around to watch his name become taboo in the Madrigal household and see how his relatives put up their shields of pseudo-resentment and disdain in order to hide their true hurt and worry and regret at him leaving. I think Bruno was aware of their method of coping even as they became so vehemently opposed to speaking his name, but after long enough, he probably ended up wondering if they ever loved him in the first place, or if that love was purely replaced by resentment. (That's probably why he was so surprised when Alma and his siblings immediately hugged him and why he looked so hesitant revealing himself to them at the end of the movie.)

Not knowing if they loved him would've made coming home pretty hard. I honestly don't believe Bruno meant to leave for so long—10 years!—but it just became too hard to come back knowing that Alma would ask about his vision, and when—over time—it became impossible to tell if they wanted him back since they barely spoke of him.

I bet Alma was downright petrified by him leaving since she lost Pedro before, and slowly, over time, her fear turned to hurt. And when people are hurt, they end up saying things they don't mean, and their perception of a person long gone from their life can shift into something completely ridiculous ("seven-foot frame, rats along his back" kinda ridiculous). Alma's line, "Bruno didn't care about this family!" showcases this perfectly.

What makes Bruno such a satisfying character is that he has a very realistic span of emotion throughout the movie. He's not just played off as comic relief, but he does make the audience laugh with his personality and mannerisms. He gets his time to be silly, and it's clear he's self-aware of this because of his sarcasm in the line "My semi-real gift was acting." I really liked his sarcasm, since most animated characters characterized by a sarcastic sense of humor tend to be exaggerated (to a point that becomes unrealistic). But his smile and half–rolling his eyes and doing the air quotes made me instantly love him.

Bruno is the pinnacle of a misunderstood, estranged relative. After "We Don't Talk About Bruno", with all those misconceptions from the town, and the exaggerations from his relatives, the icing on the cake is that it's revealed that he's just...a genuinely good person. Like, Disney has their pretty predictable twist villain trope but then the writers for Encanto whipped out the Uno reverse card, and I respect that.

Bruno chose isolation and estrangement to protect his niece. Can you imagine that being the breaking point? I feel like if I had his power and had to live with people treating me like I was responsible for a bad vision, or living in fear of me, I would've left sooner than Bruno did. But he didn't even end up leaving for himself, he did it for Mirabel.

However, even though he's kindhearted, that doesn't mean the writers didn't allow him to show some bitterness at how the town and his family perceived him and his gift. Deep down, there was a part of Bruno that did leave for himself, and I get that. I understand how it feels to be the black sheep of the family, so there was just something so damn satisfying about the lines where Bruno actually mentions it.

"Oh, he's creepy and his vision killed my goldfish." "But I knew what everyone would think because I'm Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst." And then with Alma, "I don't care what you think of me!"

Chef's kiss.

#bruno madrigal #meta #encanto #alma madrigal #mine

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zuluc · 2 years

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hi im back. this was supposed to be for valentines day but yk ;-;

they’re the best of the best, 1000% reliable (some of the time, on top of their work (most of the time), and skilled in their positions (all the time). being the class president has its perks with meeting people like this but in this universe life has granted you an ultimatum,

time for some love in the air.

the stoic but kindhearted vp: diluc ragnvindr. now, he’s the first person you go to, or quite frankly the first who comes to you, when there’s trouble brewing and the pressure of student council life it too much to bear on top of your schooling. he’s there by your side, standing or leaning against your large desk with his arms crossed, overlooking the papers spread in front of you. he’s a warm body too, sometimes towering over your shoulder especially during the winter months just to notice you gravitating closer to him. he’s not the vp for nothing and even almost beat you out with the number of votes he accumulated (but it was a separate campaign for president and vp so you were safe, at least.) he provides helpful insight and advice where it’s blunt when you ask for it or a little sugarcoated when you don’t.

he’s the type to try and take a lot of the workload off you outright, even going as far as to physically walk to your desk and grab the pen you’ve practically molded into your hands. if you decline, he looks at you with those eyes that burn with a fiery “let me help you.” and somehow he never looks troubled by the extra workload. maybe it’s because he’s used to handling many affairs considering him being next in line to inherit his father’s wine empire. but he’d never let it slip that he does it not only to help you, but to witness that relief and small smile of gratitude on your face directed specifically at him and him alone.

the mischievous but playful secretary: kaeya alberich. he’s a bit of a pain when it comes to work and most of his responses to those claims are that “well, we’re just in school” (everyone might pity who he comes to work with in the future should he have such a job). he never seems to be trying to hard with any of his tasks but somehow they end up complete and never in a half manner. he slides completed event receipts and manila folders with organized planning that doesn’t seem like it had taken only an hour of study hall. but he gives them to you with a smirk that you wish you could wipe off and if it weren’t for the contents he’d given you, you would have done just that.

he’s not one to shy away from physical touch, with your consent of course. and with the couple of years you have gotten to know each other he’s noticed that you’ve become more comfortable around him, whether it be allowing him to play with your hand as you go over documents or resting on each others shoulders when lounging in the common room on a break. he’ll send playful compliments your way (telling you how well you’re doing as president or your appearance) and he hopes thay one day you’ll realize that his words hold a real, genuine meaning.

the adamant but tempered treasurer: ajax tartaglia. don’t be deterred by his laidback and seemingly cheery personality. while he holds the air of no responsibility, he’s actually quite trustworthy with his dedicated tasks. you need the tallies for your monthly budget? already ready and placed on your desk by the end of the day. need to lay off the math for a period? calculator (and brain) on standby. he may not seem like the ideal person for this position, being an ex-delinquent not helping his reputation all that much, but it works.

you won’t ever have to worry about any students bothering you either. just because you’re the president doesn’t mean you’re immune to all that, sadly. despite there being the others, he’s the most intimidating. he’ll glare at rude people, eyeing them with a harsh glance. but sometimes you wonder why he’s doing such at a nice person in front of you. he’a tapping his pencil on a notepad, glasses perched on his nose as he huffs at the sight of an obviously flirty student stealing your attention. the weight of his gaze was enough to distract you from the harsh blush on his face and burning jealousy wafting about him.

the easygoing but observant historian: kaedehara kazuha. being a transfer in the middle of the year definitely makes it difficult to try to even get a postion on the council, but it happens. he’s a mysterious guy, never sharing too much or too little about himself but you can see how much he enjoys his position. the way he writes quickly but gracefully into his notepad that you gifted him as a welcome on his first day, and how fast he pulls out his laptop to record the events. he’s been asked to join the yearbook or photography club for his love in capturing moments but he declines. no one really knows why. a historian really records important dates and school logistics. but he, he makes it meaningful.

it’s a nice and peaceful time when you two are alone in the council room together. the scratch of graphite on paper, pages rustling, or taps on a keyboard are the sounds that fill the space but once in a while he comes up to you with a new, torn out page. not from what you gave him, of course, and on that page is a single date and three words slipping past his lips. you look at him, tilting your head to the side as he smiles down at you. it’s pretty straightforward, a little letter with a lot to say. it’s an important event, maybe not yet for yet, but at least for him. are you busy? he asks.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact childe #genshin impact kazuha #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #late night thoughts

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mc-lukanette · 3 years

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Luka took a breath as he hit the last emotion-filled note on his guitar. His body vibrated just as his strings did, though he realized soon enough that there weren't enough high notes to lift him from feeling so low.

Marinette was Ladybug. He was still absorbing it, even though a part of him insisted that it should've been obvious; not just because there could only be one girl in Paris who was so brave, kindhearted, and suited for the job, but... well—

There was also only one girl in Paris who could be so unlucky. Luka was upset - angry, really - at all the things he couldn't have known that just proved to put more pressure on her. People idolized and adored Ladybug, but he never once thought that he wanted to be her. She didn't get anything from being a superhero outside of wasted time and the guilt of having to lie to everyone. He'd felt bad enough keeping Viperion a secret from his family, and he was only a temporary hero.

He sighed, setting his guitar down and raking his fingers through his hair. Marinette being Ladybug would've been enough of a shock on its own, but Adrien being Chat Noir made everything both worse and more complicated. In the midst of all the realizations he'd been having at the time, he felt lucky that he was able to get Ladybug - Marinette - to believe that his mind had just drifted for a moment. She'd still looked worried, but there was nothing he could've told her at the time, his mind too scrambled to be certain what the right steps were.

He'd always imagined that past snakes had learned of other's identities before as well, and thus had wondered before what he'd do if such a thing ever happened. Chat wasn't the one "in charge," so Luka wasn't worried about him (at least not in terms of talking about identities), but Ladybug was a different story.

Previously, he would've said that he'd tell her without hesitation, but the problem was that she was Marinette and the way he found out made things messy. If he told her that he knew, she'd blame herself and demand to know what happened for him to know so she could try to "fix" it, except there was nothing to fix and a conversation about his abilities would inevitably lead to talking about Adrien being Chat Noir.

In essence, he was at a roadblock. There was probably no "right" solution either, as he figured Sass might tell him; that even seemed to be the message Sass wordlessly sent him as Ladybug took his miraculous back. He’d probably known, and maybe had intentionally given him the power to see red strings on heroes in the first place. He didn’t know for sure because he couldn’t ask, aware that it would make Ladybug even more suspicious after he’d already tried to assure her.

What he did know was that Chat was something else to think about now. Chat was tied to her, and he knew - everyone knew, really - that there was drama going on in their relationship. He'd done only a little digging and Face to Face was all the evidence he'd needed, as if seeing the two interact in person wasn't already enough.

There was a pressure there, for Ladybug and Chat Noir to be a couple. Chat Noir was a habitual flirt, and most people ate up any drama or “juicy details” about their relationship. Everyone went wild for the hand kisses that Chat gave Ladybug, whether or not she pulled away from it. Add on the red string of fate, and it just made everything worse, making him wonder what the ties meant; did Adrien's string being tied around his ring mean that he became the cat through fate, specifically so—

It made Luka feel gross just thinking about it, and knowing what he knew made it even worse; people were shipping his friend with someone she wasn't interested in, even if it was "one side" specifically that she wasn't interested in.

He shook his head, feeling vaguely possessive. It wasn't about Marinette being his friend; it was about her deserving better than something deciding her fate for her.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar jingle, pulling out his phone to see a message from Marinette.

Are we still on for tonight?

FOR THE FIRE I MEAN.

I just don't want you to get in trouble! You're sure???

He chuckled, his shoulders easing at Marinette's usual enthusiasm. It was adorable that she was worried about him and not what they were planning to do.

He typed back immediately, I'm sure, Marinette. Don't worry.

He glanced at the drawer under his bed, where all the Adrien pictures were. He imagined Adrien's face plastered all over Paris, flashing back and forth between Adrien himself and Chat Noir.

He felt like he shouldn’t be shocked by the revelation, though he wouldn't be able to quite explain why.

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Luka looked over his work once more, checking to make sure the fire would start properly. It'd been a while, but he at least hadn't gotten rusty and even got a congratulatory pat on the back from his mother when she'd seen him carrying the supplies. Had she known that it was Marinette's decision to do this, she would've married them on the spot herself.

As he eyed the box of Adrien pictures set out, he had to bury another slew of thoughts. He knew it was right to try and get rid of Marinette's string, but and he felt guilty knowing that he’d be satisfied at seeing the pictures burn for reasons outside of Marinette.

Speaking of whom, he looked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps to see Marinette herself heading towards the Liberty, having just made her way down the stairs. She was dressed fairly lightly for nighttime, but wore a fluffy pink shawl around her shoulders to make up for it. Considering what they were doing, it made sense that she wasn't concerned about the cold.

The gangplank had already been put up for her, so she walked across with a smile that warmed him more than the eventual fire would. "Hey."

He smiled back, plopping down comfortably on the seat behind him. "Hey."

She gripped her shawl closer to herself as she glanced at the setup for the fire, the moonlight briefly shining off of her earrings. Luka attempted to avert his gaze from them, but only ended up staring at the red string around her neck. He gave up looking at her entirely at that point, checking the setup again as if it was extremely important to do so.

"You can sit anywhere," he offered, gesturing vaguely to all of the mismatched seats he'd placed around the future fire. He'd wanted to make sure she'd have options, though he hoped the designer side of her didn't mind the chaos of it all. He'd just grabbed whatever spare seating they'd had.

Marinette's eyes scanned over the various choices. Giggling, she replied, "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgment. He wasn't in any hurry to get the pictures burned, even if burning them was their goal that day. He'd intentionally had her go slowly so as to test the red string as little as possible, and he planned on doing the same here.

"I brought one for you too," she suddenly said off to his side.

He looked over in curiosity and noticed her open purse, a large piece of blue fabric nearly bursting out of it. It took a bit of effort from her - he imagined that she'd wanted it to be a surprise - but she managed to pull it out, presenting him with a shawl that matched hers exactly outside of its color. He smiled in appreciation of her thoughtfulness, then reached for it before realizing with a start, "Wait. Marinette, did you make these?"

Before she could answer, he took the shawl in his hands, turning it every possible way. Without a doubt, it was her handiwork, and along the back was where the design broke with a Marinette.

"Yeah," she confirmed, and he could practically hear her shy blush. "It's just—you're doing this for me, but even if you weren't, I don't want you to get cold, so..."

"It's great," he cut in firmly, leaving no room for doubt on her end. "Soft. Comfortable. I wish I was better with fashion to say more."

"No, you said more than enough," she assured, taking a seat next to him. That fact looked both silly and intimate given the multiple other seats she could've chosen instead, but he tried not to think about it.

Instead, he gave a curious glance at her pink shawl, silently comparing it to the one she'd given him. "...You didn't have to make it blue," he commented, and clarified before she could think anything bad, "I would've happily worn your colors."

She gave him a look, though didn't seem weirded out by the idea. "But... it's pink."

"What's wrong with pink?" he asked, genuinely confused. "It's your color."

She blushed, her shoulders hunching forward shyly. He didn't even bother taking back what he said, because he meant it; he might've favored blue when he picked out an outfit, but pink made him think of her.

It was much better than red at the very least.

Marinette pursed her lips in response, idly tugging at her shawl and seeming to be in an internal debate with herself. Apparently making a decision, she closed her eyes and breathed up, letting out a soft, "Okay."

He blinked and gave a tilt of his head to show his confusion. "Okay?"

She turned to him, resolutely pulling the fabric off of her shoulders. "T-then you can wear mine?"

He couldn't get another word out, too distracted by Marinette leaning towards him and carefully settling the shawl around his shoulders. Despite the bold move, she couldn't keep eye contact with him, awkwardly hanging onto the front of the shawl as she stared at his lap. She wasn't exactly warm or exuded any particular body heat - in fact, he was sure that her hands would be cold if he held them - but there was a comfort there that couldn't be matched by anyone else.

It took him a moment to make a move, at which point he remembered the fabric underneath his fingers. In a motion equally as careful as hers, he raised the blue shawl and settled it around her shoulders. She finally met his gaze, surprised, but smiled gratefully and released her grip on the pink shawl.

"You can keep it," she said quietly, with less shyness than before.

"Really?" he asked, placing a hand on the fabric to make sure it was what she meant.

She nodded, gripping her own as she replied, "A-as long as I can keep this one in exchange?"

He snorted, even covering his mouth to stifle a chuckle. "You made them, Marinette. Of course you can." He gave an obvious glance at the shawl to admire it. "I'd be happy to match with you."

She beamed at him. "Me too."

That topic officially concluded, his mind went blank for anything more and both of their gazes drifted to the unlit fire. He didn't have to look to know that she was shifting in anxiety in her seat, either wanting to back out or just get it over with.

"Are you ready?" he asked experimentally.

"Yes," she responded, perhaps a little stiffly but the resolve was there. She wanted this.

Luka stood briefly, and within the next few moments, the fire had been lit. The flames started out faint at first, then grew until it was something respectable, easily illuminating the small area around them. The slight chill from the wind dissipated as the fire warmed their skin, Luka hearing Marinette sigh in content harmony with him.

Neither of them took their shawls off despite the increased warmth.

The additional light from the fire made the box of pictures more obvious, with it sitting on a table not too far away. Luka took a step towards it, but Marinette was faster, grabbing up the box and turning to him with a determined expression.

"I have to do it," she insisted.

He didn't exactly disagree - this wasn't his battle - but it didn't stop him from looking nervously at the red string, the dangling part of it laying across her hand and dipping itself in the box, taunting him.

"How many do you want to do at a time?" He was careful in his wording, not wanting his tone to imply anything.

She furrowed her brows, staring down at the box in deep thought. Her fingers flexed against the cardboard, a small gust of wind blowing by and causing the fire behind her to whip around in protest.

"...All of them," she muttered, then met his gaze cautiously. "Will that be okay?"

Luka glanced at the fire, but it wasn't that he was worried about. The string would try to fight her, he was sure of it, and the only thing he wasn't sure of was if it would be better or not to let her go with her wishes. He half expected the string to physically drag her off the Liberty, and the mere thought caused his neck to sting.

But, he also believed in her. She was fighting fate herself without having used the snake even once, and he wasn't going to deny her if she thought this was best.

"Yeah," he assured. "Just don't get too close. I don't want you to get hurt."

She nodded, obviously not catching onto what he really meant.

Luka sat down on his chair, toying with the rips in his pants to keep his hands occupied as he watched her. Her posture was straight and confident as she faced the flames, despite the shake in her hands, and he was sure the fire in her eyes wasn't just a reflection.

He didn't see Ladybug in her place. There was only Marinette and everything that he already knew about her. Knowing what he did now wasn't surprising, but heartbreaking, and he couldn't be prouder of her for doing what she was trying to do.

To go against what everyone - even fate itself - expected of her. He couldn't relate on her level, but looking as he did and having the mother he did, he understood.

Finally, Marinette stepped forward, and the string was already tightening around her neck. She froze, shutting her eyes and clutching the box tighter as she mentally fought the sensation.

He barely managed to keep himself still.

She swallowed, taking another step and managing to open her eyes again. She squinted at the fire, either from the light or from her own resolve.

Then, all at once, she thrust the box forward, the pictures flying out and mingling with the flames. The fire flared up in response, practically roaring, and the string tightened further in protest. Marinette even let out a cry as she tossed the box aside.

Luka barely had time to react when she suddenly rushed towards him. He outstretched his arms and she filled up his lap, her heart seeking him out as she clutched his jacket. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his comfort came through without words.

Her breathing was ragged, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the string or her emotions running high. He brought one of his hands higher up on her back, knowing that he could do nothing more for her but wishing he could.

He took solace in the fact that the worst of it was over.

Staring over her head, he watched as the pictures burned, blond turning black as the flames singed the pictures and reduced them to ashes. Marinette, meanwhile, remained against him, desperately clutching his fabric for wordless support. He honestly would've been okay being the only spectator to what she'd done, but she then shifted in his lap to glance behind her.

They watched the sight together, the fire whipping about with the wind like it was making sure the job was done as they'd wanted. In no time at all, there was no evidence of the pictures left outside of what was allowing the fire to burn brighter.

Marinette let out sigh of relief, collapsing against him again and nuzzling his chest. "What's wrong with me...?"

"Nothing," he replied, clutching her tighter. "You were amazing."

She looked up at him, possibly searching his expression to ensure he meant it, then offered a tired smile. She shifted again, but this time without any urgency or need. Luka sucked in a breath as she nestled her head against his shoulder, making herself comfortable on his lap while still being in a position where they could watch the fire together. Slowly, he relaxed, and they ended up not needing those other chairs after all, neither moving from their comfortable positions.

And, maybe it was just him, but the string seemed looser around her neck than it ever had before.

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