#I'm gonna stop here for now because I've been typing for ages

[myname-isnia]

Soft Kuviren headcanons (a.k.a after they figured most of their shit out) because I finished an English test early and now I'm bored:

Suiren is 100% the little spoon. She would rather slice her other leg open than admit it but she very much needs to be held

On that topic, when she is being held, she clings to Kuvira like a lifeline. Buries her face in the crook of Kuvira's neck, leaves as little space between them as possible, etc etc. She finds that she gets a lot less nightmares when Kuvira is there

Suiren is perpetually exhausted, so when there is nothing for her to worry about, unless it's a full moon she will fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Kuvira likes admiring how peaceful Renny looks in her sleep, and often gently traces her features, just light enough not to wake her. Suiren still wakes up sometimes, given how jumpy she is, but pretends she hasn't and enjoys the soft touch

Communication is still a hard thing for them, with their traumas and issues and hard-headedness. Touch is their love language and support system. If one of them is agitated, all it takes is a quiet "C'mere" and a silent offer of an embrace from the other to calm the first down

Building off the previous point, Suiren calms down quickest when she's leaning back against Kuvira, wrapped in her arms with Kuvira placing small kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. For Kuvira, she needs to lie down with her head on Suiren's chest with Suiren running fingers through her hair

On the other hand, people touching her hair can be a major trigger for Suiren, thanks for nothing Haya. Kuvira learned it the hard way (flying ice is a great teaching tool) and now takes care to respect that boundary, including not pulling on it in a more... private setting, if you know what I mean. Sometimes Suiren allows Kuvira to tuck stray strands behind her ears, but it depends on how her sensory issues behave that day

Now you couldn't waterboard this out of her, but the first time the two of them got intimate (driven by anger and frustration), Suiren was actually worried that, given how 80% of their interactions is throwing insults at each other, Kuvira would say something about her body. She's in pretty good shape, sure, but a childhood of malnutrition left its mark, along with the much more noticeable scars from her years as an assassin. But unlike certain other people, Kuvira has some tact so even if she thought something along those lines, she stayed quiet. Since then, Kuvira has kissed and touched every inch of Suiren and pretty much worships her, especially after they both accept their feelings for each other and let real emotion show through

Kuvira can pretty easily lift Suiren up, and Suiren gets very flustered when she does so

Similarly, colour rushes to Suiren's face whenever Kuvira calls her beautiful, or any variation of that (including "pretty little face" when teasing). She knows full well she's attractive, but it's that Kuvira sees what's underneath and still finds her beautiful is what gets her

At first, all of Kuvira's nicknames for Suiren were mean spirited (ice dagger and waterbending menace being among them). After they get together, Kuvira finds out about the name Suiren's parents called her – 'my little water lily', and how Suiren doesn't like it much because she's not that child they left behind anymore. Kuvira mentions that it's ill fitting, she's not a water lily, she's a red lotus, through and through. The nickname sticks. Suiren tries to say it's way too cheesy, but hearing Kuvira call her "my red lotus" warms her heart

Suiren absolutely sucks at making up nicknames (she calls Mako 'fire boy', and while it does sound intimidating coming from her it's still extremely dumb) so she just calls her 'Vira

Kuvira isn't one for afternoon naps, while Suiren is the personification of a cat, so Kuvira is completely content with just reading or getting lost in thought while Suiren rests with her head in Kuvira's lap

Hand kisses. Nose kisses. Forehead and neck and cheek kisses. All the kisses. All the subtle (and in some cases not so subtle) acts of affection that they both so desperately crave

#I'm gonna stop here for now because I've been typing for ages #and bc I've written out most that i can think of #they just mean so much to me #the levels of brainrot i have about them is insane #and i love them fighting and being all soft and mushy equally #my babies <3 #seeds of the red lotus #kuviren #completely open to addition if you know what i mean

[neochan]

DEATH WISH (M)

PAIRING | vampire!haechan x vampire!reader

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | lots of cheesy vampire jokes and mentions of blood

A.N | i'm considering making this a full fic, so if you like it, please tell me!

everyone wants to take a bite out of their lab partner every once in a while, right?

especially when his blood thumped and pounded through the bulging vein running along the side of his porcelain neck. he was so fair, almost translucent, and if you narrowed your eyes enough, you might just be able to make out the dark red hue of ecstasy.

okay maybe not everyone fantasized about that kind of biting, but right now you were fighting to control the itch stinging the back of your throat.

it had been a while since your last feed, shifts at the hospital growing further and further apart thanks to your heavy college course load, and it was taking an immense toll on you.

you felt tired all day despite not being able to sleep, your usual bright amber eyes were a dark muddy brown, and of course the worst part of it being the constant itch in the back of your throat that had you looking at everyone like a gourmet meal.

the boy whose neck you had been concentrating on drops the thin test tubes into the rack and turns to you, "so do you want to meet later to finish the lab?"

osaki shotaro was a sweet boy with an even sweeter blood type, and you knew there was no way you could meet with him later without feeding first.

your voice is hoarse when you speak, "i can't tonight." for some reason you think he's going to protest, but he just shakes his head instead, "how about i do the rest since i've been spacing out this entire time." your laugh is more like a dry cackle but he still cracks a smile in return, "it's only fair."

"sounds good to me."

the dried up professor starts barking orders at the class on how to safely dispose of the labs materials. no matter how thirsty you were, you wouldn't touch that old bag of bones with a ten foot fang.

thankfully you and shotaro were quick at cleaning up, because as soon as your professor gives you the go ahead, you're rushing out the door, a promise to finish the lab report thrown over your shoulder. you sprint down the stairs, through the double doors, and out into the open air before you could run into the mass of students being let out for lunch.

a quick stop at the hospital would do you an insane amount of good, so you start to walk towards your car. you opt to take a quick shortcut behind the cluster of academic buildings, but soon an eerie feeling creeps up your spine and grabs at your stone heart.

if you were still human, you bet the hair on your arms would be standing, and your pulse racing.

the undead didn't work that way.

"if you're gonna kill me, can you hurry it up? i got places to be." the joke makes you snort.

as if anyone could kill you.

the concrete sidewalk laid empty, along with the fire escape off to your left. there was no one in sight, yet your instincts were screaming at you the opposite.

"i was gonna start off with a hi, hello, how are you, but if you really want me to, i guess i could..." a whoosh of air rushes over your face and suddenly you're face to face with a boy your age, "i don't particularly like killing my kind though."

alarm bells were ringing through you, the sickening sweet smell of a fresh vampire invading your nostrils. he didn't look dangerous though, his blonde hair in a tousle, eyes a muddy amber.

he needed to feed.

"my campus is off limits."

for as long as you were turned, you had been the only vampire in your town, which made you unkind to...strangers.

"relax. i came to see you." his fangs shoot out, the sharp tips resting on his bottom lip, "the names haechan." why was a freshly turned vampire here to see you? what did he want? and why was he actually kind of cute? "your ability is tactile telepathy?"

"how the fuck do you know that?" now the alarm bells were screaming at you to run. go somewhere and hide until he left.

"my ability is mimicry. i can draw on others power and manipulate it as my own. " he seemed proud, "touch my hand, and you'll see that i'm not gonna hurt you." his left hand juts out for you to take.

you would only need a few seconds of contact to see the last couple weeks of his life, so hesitantly you make contact, a shudder passing through you on impact. it flashes in your mind like a movie, transforming in your thoughts as if they were your own memories.

laughter, tracking, scents, two pairs of eyes, three, four, five? a coven? a... family.

"there's more of you here." you say, withdrawing your hand and taking a step back.

haechans mind was one of the few interesting ones you'd had the pleasure of seeing. since he's freshly turned, he still has the hazy gold glow across all of his memories - as if he was seeing the world for the first time. he was... happy, young, yearning.

he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized basketball shorts, "they want to meet you, but they sent -"

"sent you because you seem the least intimidating." you cut him off, finishing his sentence for him.

you had seen everything.

"...yeah. you saw we don't want to hurt you. we just want to talk."

he was telling the truth, that much you knew, but you'd been alone a long time, why all of a sudden was there a coven of vampires wanting to speak to you?

and why was he here?

you had seen someone you knew in haechans memories. someone you'd known a long long time ago, and he was here waiting for you. he had tracked you down, you could feel it.

might as well go and see what he wanted.

"i'll talk, but i need to feed first."

the boy grins from ear to ear and gives you a wink, "don't worry, i was gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite anyway."

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[jovenshires]

hi katie jovenshires im a big fan. if ur ok with sharing, what ships are in the botb au and what are the vibes for each 👀

thank you so much!! <3<3<3

hmm i've been thinking about this and i think i'm only deadset on spommy, ianthony, kolivia, and amangela as far as like. my canon goes. not sure what if any other ships im gonna include... ive gone back and forth with shaymien and shaynse too but not sure!!

but, i will say, for the most part the edits are mostly left up to interpretation so you can all decide whatever ships you want really!! (or if you don't want any ships at all that's cool too <3) like i've said to me the botbau is a little collaborative barbie world that we can all make whatever we want out of. like i told someone the other day - if you wanna write a fic or make an edit or something for this and it doesn't exactly line up with what i might write or think ab the au... PLEASE go for it. it is out there, public domain now, do with it what you will. and i will love and eat it up no matter what!!

as for the vibes in MY head, i will throw them under the cut so this post doesn't get too long KFNLKNKFNF

spommy: i've covered this a little before here so if you want the full version check that out but BASICALLY spommy is kind of rivals-to-friends-to-lovers except tommy has an Extremely one-sided beef and spencer just thinks he's cool and wants to be buds. eventually spencer wins him over and then... uh oh! love! once again skimmin some details that, if i ever Write A Fic for it, will be spoilers. but that’s the idea you know

ianthony: taking this directly from my dms to lilac but basically. ianthony botbau my beloveds....... to relearn how to co-pilot something with someone that should come so second-hand to you but you're both different people now but your feelings carry through anyway for who they were and are and will be........ yeah theyre everything to me. in a way it's a mirror to life/what actually happened to them with smosh (art imitates life) but the divorce era was even MORE famous because they're like a household name so it was a lot more pressure. idk yet if they were together beforehand and then broke up and now they're getting BACK together or if they had unresolved feelings they never dealt with and now they're struggling to reconcile them with their renewed friendship AND reunited band/the fame that comes from that... but either way they are Messy. im obsessed.

kolivia: kolivia in this au fascinates me because in my head keith is kind of known for being a player and fucking around but i think he stopped that Ages ago because. these two are basically dating. like they don't put a label on it and it's not public and i don't even know if THEY know how in love they are. but they live together. they sleep together "just to blow off steam" (come on now). they don't date other people. everyone can see it but them type beat. olivia's like "he's not my boyfriend" and then picks up the phone and is like "hi baby do you want chinese for dinner" NDLFKNANKSFLN like they are exclusive and they have deep feelings for each other but they are both so deeply in denial that they swear they're not dating. they have realistically been in a relationship for like five years.

amangela: RIVALS TO LOVERS AGAINNNN i have talked about this one a Lot with baflegacy bc like. they are my roman empire. at least these two have met on multiple occasions and actually fought with each other - they keep meeting at gigs/in bars and bickering. angela "clearly abba is the best band ever" giarratana and amanda "WHAT about fleetwood mac you DUMB ASS" lehan-canto. like they meet a bunch and EVERY time they end up bickering. meanwhile angela keeps seeing thirst traps of amanda on tiktok and being like "why are all the lesbians obsessed with her she SUCKS" and chanse and arasha, who have heard this three million times, are like "yeah okay buddy whatever helps you sleep at night." meanwhile amanda is living her bliss <3 and then they realize they're both in battle of the bands and uh oh! things come to a head!

#shipping #botbau #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

[beaniebeensbaby201]

Spider x HUMAN reader

SPOILERSZSZZSZ

Warnings: cursing, guns, violence, almost character death, and character death.

This was a request: we have been with the sky people since birth. We go on a mission with the Colonel. Spider; a few others convince us to join them, and help defeat Quarich

Y/H/T = YOUR HAIR TYPE

Y/E/C= YOUR EYE COLOR

Y/N= YOUR NAME 

Y/S/C= YOUR SKIN COLOR

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, I hope you enjoyed it. 

Oh they're both 23.

    Me and Spider have been raised to hate the Na'Vi's. Spider has been different, he's been distant lately. His father has been training him to be one of his Dogs. 

   I never wanted my life to be like this, to want to murder the Na'Vi. I was always in love with their ways, wanting to be like them, wishing I could be like them. But I was a human, a human that was meant to be on Earth. 

   I noticed that Spider was in the training room, he had been in there almost the whole day. 

   My pounding in my ears as I hadn't seen him in two weeks. I opened the doors to hear the sound of punching, and grunts. 

    He was punching one of the practice dummies. I quietly entered the room, only for the machine's slide door to shut loudly. He stopped and turned around. 

   Before I could say anything the door opened again only to find a blue Na'Vi version of Quarich. 

   "Good, you're both in here." Spider stopped everything as he stood next to me. He looked stronger, his muscles were more pronounced. 

   He's taller too, maybe a foot or two taller than me. His hair wasn't down past his shoulders anymore, as he chopped it off. His face matured, as he was looking more like his father by the day. 

   "I want you two to come with me on an important mission." Is he serious? I hadn't gone on a mission yet, and I hadn't had enough training. 

   "Sorry to interrupt sir, but I've never been on a mission before." I said. 

  "Well, today's your lucky day." I gulped, I waited for Quarich to speak again. 

    "What's the mission sir?" Spider asked, waiting for his order. 

  "To kill Jake Sully." I made sure to not make a reaction. 

   "To kill?" I asked, wanting to make sure I heard correctly. 

    "Is that gonna be an issue?" I shake my head. 

   "N-no sir." I stammered. 

   "Good. We leavin' first thing in that mornin'." I was now dismissed as I quickly rushed out of the training room. 

  I thought I was able to finally speak to him, but I knew that he didn't want anything to do with me. I just needed to know where we stood, we were so close, yet we're so far away. 

   I thought he loved me, the way that I loved him. We hadn't snuck out to look out over the fence anymore together, wishing we could be one of them. No more sneaking into each other's rooms at night to have one last kiss, to be him being the last person I see to the first person to see in the morning. 

   Only for us to be a part of a war at such a young age. We were just lab rats, to be tested on to see who was worthy enough to kill a Na'Vi, just some silly little game. 

   

The next day…

  We were heading to the forest. I was loading my bag as we still had an hour before we left. I heard a light knock on my door, I turned around and saw him. 

   "What are you doing here?" I asked, not stopping what I'm doing.  

  "I wanted to talk." I scoffed, stopping what I was doing to turn around to the boy. 

   "Kay then, talk. Because I've waited to talk to you for months, so you get the same treatment." I walked away from him, but not far as I shut my bathroom door to grab what I needed. 

   "Cmon, you seriously can't be mad at me." He said through the door. 

   I quickly opened the door, shocked that I didn't hit my face in the process. 

   "Mad? No, I'm not mad. I'm more than mad." I slammed the door again to grab my toiletries into a small pouch. 

    I still hadn't gotten the chance to fix my hair, as my y/h/t was all over the place as you didn't get a chance to put it up. 

   "Baby c'mon! I'm sorry alright!" My hands continued to shake, not wanting to hear from him anymore. 

   "Leave!" I couldn't take it anymore. 

  "Spider, get out! Because I swear, I'll scream bloody murder." I threatened, my hands moving along with my emotions. 

   "Fine. I'll go, I'll leave. We're done." He was quick to leave, slamming the now closed door causing the walls to shake a little. 

   Did he just break up with me? My brain was fuzzy trying to figure out what just happened. 

  I was barely dressed, as I was in my military pants and black sports bra I rushed out of my room to find him. 

   I didn't care that people were looking or cat calling, but I was stopped once again by Quarich. 

  My face hit his hard chest as I was quick to cover my arms over my almost bare chest. 

   "What are you two doin'?" I shrugged, not knowing myself. 

    "I think he just broke up with me." I whispered, not wanting to cry in front of my boss/his father. 

   I couldn't tell if his eyes held sympathy, but I couldn't help but think he was. 

   "We're leaving now. Get your things together." He ordered, not caring about the topic at hand, or the fact I'm not wearing a shirt. 

   "Yes sir." I muttered under my breath walking away with embarrassment. 

   

    I punched the wall, not caring how much my hand hurt or the dent I placed in the wall. I grabbed my bag as I was now fully dressed in my uniform, I grabbed my exopack and placed it on as we were now on the ship.

    "They're not in the forest." I informed, looking over the monitors from the last time we were in the villages. 

  I put a tracker on the areas we were in, to track down the Sully's. 

   "Where the hell are they then?" I pursed my lips at the tone in Spiders' voice, the type of tone that'd make you want to punch a man in the face. 

    "They're at the Metkayina village. They're a water tribe, unless you want to back down now if you don't know how to swim sir." I said, he clenched his jaw as he looked towards his father who just nodded his head. 

   "We need to find a boat then." I was shocked that he didn't want to say something back. He usually did when we would get into fights like these. 

   "If you could find one." I retorted, trying to get him angry, it was the only way he'll talk to me. His emotions would be so bottled up that he'd shout them out. 

   He turned around and raised his hand in exaggeration, I flinched. I even noticed Quarich was about to step forward as I continued to stammer over my words. 

  A look of realization hit him, as he saw the look of fright on my face. 

  "Did you think I was going to hit you?" I continued to stare at him like a deer in headlights. 

   "Let's just find a boat, and kill Jake." I said, clearing my throat as everyone stayed silent. 

  I walked off as I went to find someone with a boat. 

   

   Time skip because I'm lazy😭

     It's been a few hours since we've been on the water, I was able to find a scientist to let us borrow a boat. 

   I was feeling sick, as I've never been on a boat before I threw up in the ocean. 

   "You're a soldier girl, you fly in the air yet you can't be on a ship?" I swish water in my mouth to get rid of the bile, and spit it back in the ocean. 

  "Reasons why I didn't join the Navy." Quarich lets out a laugh. 

   "You have good humor girl." I smiled in amusement as I still noticed Spider's distance. 

   "I see something!" I shouted, I noticed four blue Na'Vi's on what looked like Ilus. 

   They seemed to be rushing to escape, only for us to be faster. 

   We were able to kidnap Sully's kids to use as bait. I made eye contact with the little girl, as I felt bad. 

   I didn't like this, my heart was in the pit of my stomach but I knew that I had to follow orders. 

 

 "I'm sorry." I sobbed, as I went to release them only for arms to wrap behind me. 

  "Spider let go of me!" I grunted, I couldn't escape his hold. 

   "No! You're going to get yourself killed and I'm not going to let you." I continued to fight his hold, not wanting to destroy a family all because of a failed mission in the past. 

  "They're children! Look! They're children! What if they were ours? What would you do if Jake Sully kidnapped our children and used them as bait!" I shouted. 

  "Please, we could defeat him. You are good people, please help us." The older girl spoke, as they looked at us with pleading yellow eyes. 

   "Spider." I said his name, my voice sounding desperate. 

   "Spider!" I shouted, as he held a knife in his hand and marched towards the crying children. 

   He let them go, cutting their restrains that were tied to the railing of the ship. 

    "Thank you." The older boy said, a look of relief on his face as he looked at me. 

   "Let's put an end to this." I placed a hand on the tall boy's shoulders. 

  He was only a few feet taller than Spider and me. 

   But before we could escape the sound of gunshots echoed, causing us to freeze but I was the first to jump off. 

    They all had the idea to jump, but I decided to stay behind. Wanting to stall for them. As I saw Quarich, I gasped. Grabbing a gun as I saw Jake jump onto the ship as well. 

   "Here!" I shouted, tossing the older man a gun. 

   I was able to distract Quarich as I dove into the ocean.  

    "What the hell is wrong with you?" Spider screamed at me, as he was facing me in the water. 

   "I have to go back! He needs our help to kill him!" I was trying to have Spider's grip let go of my waist, so I had to kick him hard. 

   I was able to get to the latter as the other kids followed with me. 

  Jake was in a choke hold, as he was losing his breath. 

  I found the gun that was far away, I grabbed it and I went to try to shoot Miles, only for soldiers to come after me. 

   I noticed they were jumping back into the water as I pushes the older boy out of the way. 

   I let out a shout, as I saw that Jake was able to get the upper hand again and Neytiri to jump out and shoot Quarich. 

    My eyelids began to feel heavy. I felt two strong arms grab me and try to swim us towards a safer area. 

   I don't know what will happen next, but my eyes are closed and my mind goes blank. 

Three days later….

   I finally woke up, pounding in my head as the light shined in my eyes. 

    "Dad! She's awake!' I groaned again at the shouting. 

   "Where am I?' My voice was hoarse, as if I've been asleep for years. 

   "You're in the village. Thank you, I don't know how to repay you." I shake my head and give him a tired smile. 

    "They don't deserve this, your family. I will do anything to be able to be like your people, to live a life like this." I whispered. 

    "I will forever be in your debt." I smiled again. 

   "Is he dead?" My voice was low, as I saw him nod his head. 

   "Yes, he is gone for good." I let out a laugh. 

   "Thank you. Thank you." I cried tears of joy though I should feel sad that the boy I loved father was dead.

   Miles Quarich was an evil man, a monster. 

   "Someone would like to see you though." I scrunch my eyebrows together only to see a worried, and guilty Spider. 

    "Let me know if she needs anything." With that he left, the air felt thick. 

   I pat the side of my makeshift bed that was made of animal fur and rope.

   "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything I said or did. My heart stopped, your heart stopped twice. I couldn't tell if you were going to die, and you were going before I could even kiss you, and the argument we had was so stupid. I didn't mean anything I said. I see you y/n. It was something I learned from Jake." I let him continue his ramble. 

   "Kiss me." I demand, and without a second thought he does. 

     "I see you, Spider." 

     "I see you, y/n."

I hope this is what you wanted and thank you for this

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[emeraldkarma]

Ok so my hyper fixation on aphmau has sparked u again, I've decided to share my little Au with the world because my friends are getting tired of hearing about a minecraft roleplay from... oh god it's been that long? Jeez.

Anyway here is what I'm changing about the base cannon of mystreet before I throw in any crazy AUs like Ein being a decent person and living with Aph and Sylvanna during S2 of PDH or mystreet Dante getting stuck in MCD when everyone ditched him.

So I don't know I can fit my whole four years worth of brain rot in one post so we are going to start with the big blaring walking red flag himself Aaron.

What needs to change?

So so muck For starters, apparently, Aphmau needed to listen to sylvannas internet safety lectures a bit more because SHE STILL GIVES A STRANGER HER ACTUAL PHONE NUMBER!!! Sorry sorry this is a post about Aaron not how nieve aphmau is.

Anyway the guys 18 and is dating aphmau who is probably 14/15. This guy is going off to college in a year and aphmau still talks her stuffed cat and hides in a closet before her first day of high school.

Also at first I defended Aaron becouse I thought he just didn't know how old she was when they were strangers texting each other but they have a whole conversation about how nervous she is ABOUT HER FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL! Sorry again 😔 but if I was Aaron and I found out that the person I was talking to was actually a young girl who was probably fourteen or fifteen (younger actually since they've known each other and have been texting for atleast a couple months) and knowing that I am seventeen or eighteen would break it off and probably unfriend them not keep texting them about it and then start to ask them to reveal there real name.

Then there's the whole like ultima thing I know it wasn't actually written in until like season 4 of mystreet but I have a question 🤔 if darek knew what kind of life was in store for his son having the curse if he feels so bad about having to isolate his son if he knew the curse is a possibility why have him? Why risk have biological children? Or why not stop after milisasa since for some reason the curse only effects the males of a blood line. (You're telling Me the lycan family has never had an all female generation? Is the curse just dormant in females?) I'm changing that we need to change dark put him on the list right above Sylvanna but under KC.

There's also like why are you the alpha of the werewolf pack? Like I get it in highschool but after in season five? You don't know anything about the culture and Daniel ran the highschool pack for four years you don't have to be the alpha now? I genuinely think that was from Jason wanting his self insert to be the ' powerful hot alpha oc trademark do not steal'

So how an I gonna fix this?

Well we are going to start with Aaron's age, He's aphmaus age or well hes sixteen but so were Garothand Laurence. Plane and simple hes sixteen hes a softmore who was homeschooled is life becouse of his secret ultima curse. He does switch schools temporarily for S2 of PHD becouse dark was worried about how frequently Aaron was loosing control and how he still hadn't had a grasp on the curse, I'm gonna get to that hold tight.

That leads me into my next fix how Aph and Aaron met! They were put in the same online schooling class because Rachel is a bissness major, and Sylvanna is the type of mom to make you cry when she helps you study for your spelling bee (she loves her daughter but she does not have enogh patients to be a teacher.) Anyway they meet in the online class and find out they're both into the same things including a popular Online game and being lonely homeschooled kids latch onto each other, (I would imagine that Aaron went under a different name for the homeschooling program since he can't have the media tracking him down or asking questions y'know?) Then once they get to the age were they have phones reluctantly trade Instagram (aph made a separamount. Just for talking to Aaron and not posting pics because her mom follows her mian and Aaron makes his very first acount and only follows aph who goes by Shu on that account.)

Now to fix the lycann family.

Let's start with the curse, like I said makes no sense as to why Dark still had kids with Rachel biological when he Knew what his kids would go through. So the ultima curse effects all offspring male or female and it isn't usually as strong as Aaron's. In my head not being able to control there eyes was grown out of around five years old to seven years old and then there eyes stop turning red without wanting them to they still pose the danger it's just not that hard to control. It's like potty training they learn as they grow up. But for whatever reason Aaron never really grew out of the uncontrollable eyes thing, infact they were almost always red when he was young. This scared Darek who grew up on these stories about what will happen to them if the curse is ever discovered in they're family blood line, (which is why they still hide that they're werewolves.)

Aaron lived his life in solitude while millisa got to go out and experience the world she got to go the boarding schools in Germany and go with mom and dad on they're business trips while he stayed in they're house in falcon claw with either one of his parents or trusted staff. (This is not how millisa sees it BTW but we'll talk about her later.

I hope you enjoyed my brain dump.

#aphmau #fanfic #mystreet #mystreet rewrite #aaron lycan

[taesenigma]

fix you | p.jm (pt. 1)

pairing : rich player!jimin x poor abused!reader (not by m. lead)

genre : strangers to friends to strangers to lovers, lovers au, angst, smut

trigger warnings : daddy issues, non-con (sometimes) bullying by m. lead

summary : does love last? can it be turned into hatred? can it be something so precious that you regret letting go of it? can you fix it?

-> 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue

m.list

winter 2013 : freshmen year

you sat on the bleachers, swinging your legs as you doodled in your sketchbook. you weren't bothered by the lack of company on an especially cold winter day. after all, you had your favourite company - your sketchbook and music. what else did you need? "hey, is this seat taken?", a boy about your age asked of you while you merely shrugged in response and scooted far away when he sat too close for comfort. you paid him no attention as you continued sketching some mindless art for which you'd definitely receive no appreciation from your parents. but who gives a fuck about what they want!? "want one?", the boy asked you as he pointed at a pack of cigarettes. "thanks.", you said as you tucked it inside your coat pocket and resumed doodling. you decided that it would serve the purpose on the sculpture you were carving to submit at the exhibition. "aren't you gonna take a swig?", the boy asked as he looked at you with an inquisitive gaze. "i don't smoke." "too bad. or else we could've been smoking buddies." "i am suddenly glad that i don't smoke.", you said as you stopped doodling and sparing him a second glance, walked away to find a semblance of tranquility away from his incessant questioning. "avoiding me isn't going to help you!", he yelled as he you kept walking.

spring 2014 : sophomore year

"i prefer this one over the others.", that same annoying guy butted into your shopping at the convenience store as you stood in front of a row of different types of ramen. "i don't remember asking for your opinion, boy." "damn, grandma! i've got a name!", he joked as he breached your personal space. "not interested. and our tastes clearly don't match.", you said as you picked whatever you needed and headed over to billing. "always the cold shoulder, huh? how long are you gonna pretend to not like me?" "i actually don't like you. you're not someone i'd hang out with, given a choice." "you don't mean that! everybody likes to hang out with me!" he clearly looked offended at your statement and that seemed to be a tiny victory in your heart, even though it was pretty insignificant to revel in. "that'll be ₩2500." you handed the cashier the exact change and left the annoying guy behind. lord only knows why he was so desperate. weirdo.

*****

you entered your home only to hear raised voices coming from the kitchen. you sigh as you proceed directly to the backyard. "serin!", you whisper-shouted as you tried to find your younger sister. "unnie....i'm here.", she whispered as she emerged from behind the bushes. "did they scare you again?" "appa is drunk again and eomma is mad because he lost his job today. i think she's going to leave tonight.", your sister confides in you as you hug her close. "i'll speak to eomma. for now, let's get to your dance class. everything will be fine once you return home.", you shushed her as you both quietly left the house. "do you think appa is a horrible person?", she asked you. "um....he is a person with a lot of problems and no solutions. he's a good person beneath all this." "then, why does he hate us so much? i heard him say how he wished we were boys instead of girls. do you think he meant it?" "that was just his anger speaking. he of course doesn't mean those words! you're his little princess, after all." "and you unnie? what are you to him?" serin's question took you by surprise. you couldn't remember a time when he referred to you as anything other than a mistake. "unnie?", serin's voice brought you back to reality. "sorry, serin-ah. i'll come pick you up later, okay? i love you!", you yelled after her as she proceeded behind the glass doors.

*****

you rushed towards the dance class location, trying not to let your injury hamper your progress. "darn it!", you cursed as you limped to the building, only find it under lock and key. you felt anxious as you looked around. "unnie!", your sister's voice reached your ears and you turned around to find your sister running towards you. "where were you!? i was so worried!" "some gang members had caught hold of her and were trying to exact your father's debts from her.", an annoying voice you'd recognize anywhere reached your ears. "and i suppose you were there along with them!", you flared up. "unnie, he rescued me. he's my hero! is he your boyfriend?", your sister asked inquisitively. your face turned red, the previous accusation fresh in your mind. "i....thank you. for helping my sister.", you said sheepishly. "no need. did you know, our siblings are friends. who would've thought.", he mused with you as his brother emerged from behind him. "jihoon is your brother!?" "yup. jihoon, say hi to noona." "its alright. he doesn't have to.", you say embarrassed as you tried to leave. "why don't you join us for ice-cream? the more the merrier!" "um....", you looked at your sister who looked eager. you finally relented as you all made your way towards the nearest store. it was going to be a long afternoon.

fall 2014 : sophomore year

"hold up, y/n!", jimin's voice reached out to you as he slung his arm around you. "hands off, player.", you said as you walked ahead to your locker. "have lunch at the cool table today? my hyung's are dying to meet you." "no thanks. i'm good without the extra attention." "damn, you really hate the spotlight. what if i say i'll protect you?" "have no need of male protection.", you said as you walked away with an eye roll.

*****

"y/n, right?", a cute brunette guy stopped you after class. "yes?" "i wanna get to know you better. sit at the cool table with me.", he asked but sounded more like an order. "not that type of girl." "do you even know what my type is?" you rolled your eyes as you tried to leave, but was blocked by a blonde dude this time. "why don't you quit your tough girl look and comply for once in your fucking life." "why don't you mind your own fucking business, asshole!?", you said as you pushed past him into the hallway. what weirdos! you decided that you'd knee them in the face next time you saw them.

*****

"bitch, get me more money!", your father shouted as he hit your mom in front of you and your sister. "eomma!", serin cried out as you tried to shield her from your father's anger. "fucking slut, sleep with anyone and get me some money! you!", he yelled at you as he dragged you by your hair and slammed you against the kitchen cabinet. "tell me where the money is! i know you know! i know it!", he said as he gripped your arm tightly. "appa, i don't know! we don't have any money! we gave you everything!", you said while you bit on your lower lip trying not to cry. "fucking bitch! slut! i saw you with a hot boy! he looked rich! ask him for money! get it anyway!", he yelled at you as he left the room in a huff as your sister ran towards you and hugged you. "eomma?", you both crawled towards her as she lifted her bloody face to look at you both. "y/n-ie, don't do anything stupid. i'm going to ask my boss for more money.", your mother said as tears streamed down her face.

*****

"y/n, what are you doing here?", jimin asked you as you stood in front of his apartment at 3 in the morning. "jimin, do you want to sleep with me?", you asked him bluntly, face devoid of emotion. "what the fuck, y/n! its three in the morning and you come to my apartment offering me sex!?" "the question is do you want to fuck me or not. and pay me for it. use me like you want to." "y/n, you're clearly not in your right mind. come in and sit. i'll make you some coffee." your sudden offer scared jimin. it was not untrue that he did not dream of ever sleeping with you. hell, that was the reason why he had approached you at first. he liked you. too much. and he wanted to make love to you, not fuck you like the other girls - devoid of any feelings for them. he made you coffee and offered you a dry shirt, shorts and a towel to get changed. he's got to admit to himself that you wearing his clothes was the hottest thing he had ever seen. they reached up to your knees and left a lot to the imagination. "um.....now, mind telling me what's going on?", he asked trying to push away the image of you underneath him. "its nothing. i just want money, i guess." "you don't need to sleep with me to get money. we're friends. i can always lend you some." "i am not some charity case, jimin! and we are definitely not friends! we look weird together! the rest of the school doesn't think we're friends! only you do!" "do you think we're friends?", he asked in a soft voice as he looked at you. "doesn't matter what i think." "it fucking does. its a simple question. do you think we're friends?" you shake your head, knowing that no matter how much you wanted to be jimin's friend, you did not exist in his world. "do you really mean that?" "i do.", you steeled your heart, trying not to show the pain on your face. jimin took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes. "so, just fuck me and give me money. that's all i want from you." "why should i? girls throw themselves at me, money or no money." "all but me. don't tell me you've never dreamt of sleeping with me. isn't that the very reason you approached me in the first place?" "y/n....you want money, right? what for?" "to spend it on mindless things, of course! its human nature to crave money. desire it." "the truth, y/n.", he said in a cold voice. you sigh as you look outside the window. "i need money for my dad. he's going to kill my mother, or else.", you admit in a small voice. jimin closes his eyes as he lets his feelings wash over him one last time. then, he pulled out a cheque and handed it to you. "take it. i don't want to sleep with you. we're no longer friends. i never want to see you again.", he said as he left the room and shut his bedroom door with a loud bang. tears streamed down your face as you picked up the cheque from the table and left the apartment. you felt cheap and dirty. but most importantly, you felt heartbroken. alone. you didn't know you'd miss the feeling of another person this much. you had no idea.

fall 2015 : junior year

last year, jimin had ignored you. he had completely iced you out and you had nobody but yourself to blame. "miss y/n, here's your schedule. have a good junior year ahead!", the receptionist said cheerfully as you headed to your homeroom. you realized once again how lonely you were. no friends to talk with, no people to share summer stories with and no one to invite you to parties. "may i sit here?", a soft voice asked you as you looked up to find a gorgeous girl staring at you. "um....just so you know this is the social pariah table.", you said. "don't mind! i'm a transfer student and my accent's gonna make me a pariah anyway.", she said as she plopped down on the chair beside you. "name's anastasia. what do they call you?" "apart from crazy, witch and stoned? y/n." "i like your sense of humour! we're gonna go well together!" "tell that after you've stayed here for a week or two. mingle with me and not even your transfer student card can save you here." "whatever. show me around school at lunch!", she said as she jumped away to whatever class she had next. you sighed as you picked up your bag. school sucked and you wanted out. "watch where you're going loser!", one of the guys from the football team shoulder bumped which led to you losing your balance and falling on your ass. you could hear camera shutters go off and you tried to get up from the ground quickly. "don't you guys have anything better to do?", jungkook, the captain, asked as he offered you his hand. "i'm fine.", you muttered as you gathered your bag and tried to leave but found your way blocked by someone. looking up, you saw jimin staring down at you while the rest of the boys stared you down. "excuse me.", you said as you tried to walk past him. "you were pretty rude back there. don't you think you owe my friend an apology?" "for what!? not accepting help when i clearly didn't need it!?", you burst out as you pushed past him, angry tears adorning your face. fuck him for having power to make you cry like this. its time you got over him and started living.

not a week later, anastasia dumped you for....let's just say cooler girls. high school sucks and so do rich wannabes. but it wasn't a huge difference from your usual. except the fact that jimin and his goons bothered you less frequently as the year progressed. perhaps they were finally bored of their childish acts. maybe you could finally take a breather for the time being.

[to be contd.]

#jimin #park jimim #jimin bts #bts jimin #park jimin bts #kpop angst #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #friends to lovers #daddy issues #abuse victim #smut ff

[spicesweet]

sorry for how this sounds, but 29 seems like a big age to be pouring so much time and effort into ‘aesthetic’ tumblr posts.

like idk if you know, but you are probably the most active user in the clean girl community. so like, not trying to be rude, but—

do you have a job? 😅

or is this more of a full-time hobby?

first of all, you're forgiven for how this sounds. lol

I'm kidding, though you are a bit rude, but since you've acknowledged it I won't mind it. but I get your point, I mean, a lot of people think people past the age of 25 should just stop doing everything they think it's fun and just focus on work and their salary. and I'm not being sarcastic, this is really how it is.

this is partially why I hesitated to add my age to my personal info, because I knew eventually I'd get this type of message. and it's just a bit boring to answer because like, what can I say? I'm 29 and I have a social media account. I've had social media accounts since I was way to young to have them and apparently now I'm too grown to have one. every single 30+yo person I know has at least one social media account, including some people who have been on Tumblr or Twitter continuously since they were children up until now; some are extremely serious about it, like trying to make it a business, and some are silly about it. I think I'm on the silly side: I post pics and talk about walking for an hour every day and doing pilates and eating good food. I don't think this is too much.

this is obviously not a job lol but I don't think social media is really a hobby either? it's social media, it's like, a realm of its own. at least I wouldn't consider this a hobby, it's just a fun thing to do online, not really something that takes much time or effort in my opinion, like, idk, watching cat videos. I think you understand how Tumblr works, since you also have Tumblr. I just maybe don't take this as seriously as you do, or maybe I have a more stable lifestyle than yours, which makes you think I'm probably neglecting things like employment to be here. it's not the case. thanks for your concern, but my bills are paid and my fridge is full. (of whole foods btw)

I don't know if you're younger than me and you think you'll never be this way when you're my age or if you're my age and feel like I should act more like it, but if you don't mind it, I think you should really let go of the idea that there's a determined age where you should quit doing silly things that are fun and harmless. it's gonna stress you the fuck out if you keep thinking this way 🤍

#love letters

[thelaughtercafe]

New Discoveries*

Tea Type: Half and Half with a lemon

Potential Triggers: Poly if that isn't your thing, lil bit of consensual bondage, premise revolves around accidentally messaging your friends about your tickle kink and confessing, no full nsft but definitely suggestive! Characters are all aged up and in college, of course.

Pairing: Rindo/F! Reader/Shoka

Length: 2.6+

Summary: You text your two best friends an embarrassing confession thinking you've ruined everything, but...perhaps they're not quite as horrified as you thought.

You really hadn't meant to send it. You were kicking yourself 20 times over. God. You were never drinking again. You'd be sober the rest of your life. It was a miracle you hadn't accidentally added anyone else- but deep down you knew you never would have. No-one else made you feel like they did. 

You'd known for months that you wanted Rindo and Shoka to wreck you senseless. How could you not? They were both so damn attractive and when Rindo's face lit up in amusement, and he laughed at you while you went 50 shades of red thanks to tripping right into him? Of course you were smitten. And let's not even talk about Shoka's nails; the way she'd cooed at Rindo while styling his hair and accidentally brushing his neck haunted you.  

"Ticklish baby?"

You shuddered. 

Your phone rang and you ignored it, face heating even more as you groaned and buried your face in your arms. You couldn't do this. Gods, you'd ruined two of your strongest friendships all because you couldn't keep your drunk neediness to yourself. They probably didn't even like you that way!

You thought back to when you'd first met them, working at the movie theater. It had been hectic; Avengers: Endgame was in full swing and you'd been running around like crazy when you accidentally ran right into Rindo, spilling popcorn everywhere in your rush to deliver it to an impatient customer. You'd apologized profusely, but he'd merely laughed and helped you to your feet, his hands stronger than they looked. 

He was fairly tall, at 5'10 and you gaped up at him like an idiot. 

"You alright there? You didn't hit your head right? I'm Rindo, what's your name?" 

He looked panicked, brown eyes widening in worry and you gathered yourself enough to shake your head, and give him your name so he didn't think you were a complete moron. 

"No, no worries here! I'm so sorry about that sir just-um-is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

You were so frazzled you couldn't even think of an option so you opted to let him set how you could make it right. 

He hummed for a moment, looked you up and down, making his blond hair, with dyed red tips bounce before he smirked.

"Alright then, you can take a break and get some food with me."

"What? B-But it's so busy! My managers-"

"-will settle down if you explain a customer asked you to and left happy and saying he'd come back again. Right?"

He suddenly turned a little pink, burying one of his hands in his black hoodie pockets and flicking his eyes skyward. 

"O-Only if you want to though. You just really look like you need a break, and you've been working hard, clearly. I'd say you've more than earned it."

After that you'd shyly acquiesced and headed over to concessions, grabbing some of the food there and using your employee status to quickly pay on a rare vacant register, before you headed outside, following him to his car.

Imagine your surprise when you see a girl in the passenger seat, glaring at the blond. 

"Where the Hell were you? I've been waiting here for-"

Her gaze turned to you and you stopped breathing and literally froze like a deer in headlights. 

She didn't react as you expected though, merely raising an eyebrow at you, sharing a glance with Rindo and motioning for you to come in the car. 

"...Um, are you gonna close the door or what, loser? Unless you want us to freeze to death."

"R-right sorry!"

You rushed to do as she said and if you were blushing before you were positive you were a mess now.

She was much shorter than Rindo, and around your height. But her eyes were striking. Like your cats' they just cut right to your soul. 

"Here's your food, Shoka. I ran into a fellow overworked employee and couldn't help but want to give her some space to breathe."

"Uh, yeah I gathered dumbass. She's wearing a work uniform." 

Despite the cursing, her tone was fond. Rindo's had deepened somewhat and you could tell he felt completely relaxed, casually unpacking the food and chatting.

"You said fellow, where do you work, sir?"

Shoka almost spat out her drink with how hard she suddenly laughed and you squirmed uncomfortably as Rindo rolled his eyes and pouted. 

"It's not that funny."

"Sure it is! Her calling you sir!? Shit sweetheart, you just made my week. I needed that. You can call me Mommy if you like~" 

She winked at you and you're pretty sure you were going to spontaneously combust from blushing any second now. 

Luckily Rindo came to your rescue and nudged Shoka. 

"Alright, babe enough. You're gonna make the poor girl run away before we can even get to know her at this rate."

He turned to smile kindly at you and your heart skipped.

"Please, call me Rindo. I work at the music store on 5th; not many left but it's really quiet and admittedly it's a treat to get to pick the store's soundtrack every week."

You nodded and gradually began to open up, becoming more animated as you all found subjects you related to. Shoka and you shared a love of horror movies that Rindo loathed, same for haunted houses, while Rindo and you both liked different arts. You created playlists for just about everything, and wrote while he preferred the music side of composing and producing, and dabbled in drawing. 

You all shared a fondness for gaming, but preferred different genres as your all time faves. You loved turn-based RPG's with strong stories and characters, Rindo enjoyed action games, and the occasional shooter while Shoka liked more chill games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley. Luckily you all shared a love for FFXIV and by the time you realized you'd been talking for an hour and had to rush off, they had your phone number and FFXIV username. 

You'd grown to be close from that; you and Rindo even attended the same college; although for different subjects. You went to school for Nursing, while Rindo went for Music Production. You gradually hung out more and more the three of you…and you couldn't deny that feelings bloomed quickly. But they were already dating each other. They weren't obvious with PDA or anything, but you could tell. It was the way Rindo's hand lingered when she dropped his hand after helping her up, the way Shoka innately could tell Rindo wasn't feeling well or was upset at the slightest change in expression. If that wasn't enough the rare moments of direct affection proved it. Rindo cradling Shoka's face and kissing her forehead when she won a fashion designing competition; Shoka stealing pecks on the cheeks to continuously fluster Rindo enough to give chase and catch her around the middle before attacking her with kisses of his own until she laughed. 

It made you ache in want…but now they knew. There was no going back. And even worse; you'd led with your kink like a complete weirdo - what if they thought you were a total freak?

You sighed heavily and braced yourself as you turned over you phone, ringing once again. Ignoring the missed calls and texts icon you answered and as you inhaled; were cut off. 

"Hel-"

"Open the door."

You squawked.

"You're here!? But I-"

"Did I fucking stutter? Hey, wait Shok-"

Rindo was cut off and there was a rustle as Shoka grabbed the phone.

"Open the door or I'll pick the lock and then you'll really be in trouble. 'Kay?"

She didn't wait for you to answer before hanging up, leaving you gaping at your phone like a fish. 

You gulped, trembling but made your way to the door. They sounded mad. Really mad. God- there was no time to theorize about their feelings because you were opening the lock. The second the door opened you were already being cornered by an anything but angry Shoka. She was grinning. 

…In hindsight, That's was probably scarier.

You backed up as she advanced on you and you were quickly reduced to giggles and yelps as you jerked at every poke she delivered as she switched between tickle spots as easily as breathing. She finally cornered you against the wall as you took her pokes, jerking and hugging yourself in a weak attempt at protection.

"You. stupid. idiot. why. wouldn't. you. ask. this. sooner!?!"

She glared at you but the pout on her lips made you breathe again. 

"You're…not mad?"

You squeaked out. 

She crossed her arms and huffed but her eyes softened and you found yourself pulled into a hug you quickly reciprocated. 

"Of course not dummy. We wouldn't be here to fulfill your adorable request otherwise."

"And Rin-?"

Your breath hitched and you blushed at the smirk on his face, and his dominant body language as he leaned with one leg up against the door, watching Shoka pet your hair in knowing amusement. 

"'Bout time you asked for what you wanted. I've known for months. Filled Shoka in about a month ago. I noticed how you'd run off and hide any time I tickled her, or she me. At first I thought it was discomfort. But then, when we were here and you felt a little safer? You didn't run. You stayed and I got to see you actually wanted us to do that to you ."

His grin widened and became mean enough you hid in the shoulder of Shoka's Gatto Nero hoodie. Didn't stop you from hearing his words though. 

"For someone who enjoys acting you sure suck at masking your reactions when with us. You go red as a damn firetruck and scramble for words if we so much as give you a smolder. Either of us. That was how we first figured out you liked us just like how we liked you." 

You peeked out at him, vulnerability but a strong sense of trust in your gaze. 

"Really? You promise?"

Shoka pulled back to smile gently at you, and you flushed as she pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, swooning all over again. 

"We'd never lie about this or lead you on.  We wanted you to make the first move  because while we were 99% sure- we didn't want to pressure you if you really just saw us as friends and we were misinterpreting your affection and shyness as romantic interest."

"I see…and the other thing…"

You fidgeted uncomfortably, your nervous tics jumping out in anxiety as you averted their gazes.

"You really don't think I'm some kinda freak for liking th-that?

Rindo's lips quirked up teasingly and his tone matched. 

"Oh your thing for being tickled? Of course not."

Shoka scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pulled away, grabbing your hand to pull you towards your bedroom. 

"Like I said loser; we wouldn't be here otherwise now, would we? Now, are you sure you really want to be wrecked by us? I believe your exact words involved "being made to laugh yourself hoarse and still ask for more."

Her grey eyes twinkled in amusement as she sat you down and you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. 

"I'm never drinking again. I was just in such a bad lee mood it slipped out."

"Lee mood?"

Rindo's inquisitive tone made you glance up, and you smiled sheepishly. 

"Yeah. Lee as in t-ticklee. Short for someone who likes b-being-y'know."

You gestured and they both giggled. 

"Could you get any cuter? God. Can I kiss you?"

Rindo's voice had lowered in want and you took a deep breath before nodding. 

His lips met yours and you quickly kissed back. You'd never seen this side of Rindo before. Truth be told you'd always assume him to be the submissive one between him and Shoka…but you should've guessed with your luck they'd just be different types of dominant. 

The kiss became more heated and you started before relaxing as you felt Shoka's hands glide underneath your shirt, her nails grazing your stomach and making you smile against Rindo's lips, heart beating faster. 

Shoka giggled and Rindo pulled back reluctantly as she helped you discard your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Her hands free to roam, they skimmed along your bare skin making you jerk and giggle into Rindo's neck. 

"You're really ticklish, huh?"

At your shy nod Rindo chuckled, and pushed your hair behind your ear. 

"No need to be embarrassed. It's really sweet you like this so much. Let us take care of you, hm?"

Shoka's nails crawled up your back and you squealed, pulling back to raise your shoulders protectively. She smiled in amusement, eyes twinkling in a way that made your stomach flip.

"Tonight is all about you, so you have to tell us what you want. Bondage or no bondage? Any tools you especially like? That kind of thing."

You flushed but took a breath to steady yourself. 

"Yes to bondage. I'm…flexible with tools."

It felt odd to finally be able to talk openly about it after hiding it for so long. A glance up to both of them let you see them both contemplative. 

"Well…I'd prefer we take it slow. It's all of our first time with this. Shoka and I have more experience in the bedroom of course, but the tickling is new. Maybe we'll focus on that and slowly work you up that way? We'll stick with our hands this time. Is that okay?"

Rindo inquired seriously and you nodded. 

"That's fine. I'm good with any kind of pace. I know it's out there so don't feel pressured-"

You yelped as Shoka squeezed your side. 

"Stop putting yourself down for liking this. We want to. Stop framing it like it's some big inconvenience. We love you dummy."

Despite her words her tone was fond and soft and she leaned down to softly kiss you as well. Her lips were softer then Rindo's and she took her time. It helped you lose your tension and get comfortable again after being honest about your wants. 

You felt Rindo gently guide your wrist to the bed post, first one, and then the other and then Shoka straddled your waist, Rindo helping you discard your pants in the meantime. 

You had no time to dwell on the added vulnerability as Shoka squeezed at your inner thighs, making you gasp and throw your head back in laughter. 

"No fhahahahir!!"

"Oh, it's plenty fair. You asked for this, remember? We're just giving you what you want."

Rindo's voice was playful as he gently bound your ankles as well and you squealed, clenching your toes as he ran a finger up your foot. 

Your smile was shy but giddy as you pulled lightly at your bonds. Rindo had very intentionally not tied them too tight. Seeing you struggle Shoka shot you a smirk, her nails scribbling mercilessly at your ribs. 

"We couldn't tie you too tight, now could we? Besides-"

She pecked your forehead before leaning over to blow air in your ear. 

"It's too fun to watch you struggle. It's cute you think you have any chance of escape~"

Rindo snickered at that eagerly wiggling his fingers between your toes to make you squeal. 

"You're all ours."

Needless to say, your night was filled with laughter. The two worked in perfect unison to make you crumble and had you begging much faster than you thought you would. 

Oh well, maybe you’d last longer next time. 

#tlc: nsft #tlc: tickle fics #tlc: half and half with a lemon #female reader #rindo x reader #rindo x you #shoka x you #shoka x reader #neo the world ends with you #neo twewy #tw nsft #lee!reader #ler!shoka #ler!rindo

[lemonhemlock]

I'm a 'Martin won't ever publish another ASOIAF book' truther but in addition to King Bran being profoundly idiotic, Martin has major structural issues that are now too 'big' to 'fix' imo. Namely, the ages of the characters are ridiculous and are all wrong for where their arcs need to go. The characters on the show were aged up and even the younger ones grew up on screen so Bran and Sansa and Arya were at least into late teens/adulthood at the end of the show - one is 13 and other is currently 11 and Bran is like, what, 8 in books? sksksksksk Just absolutely disastrous.

The characters should have been in their mid to late teens at the start of AGOT, at minimum. Especially because Martin essentially treated them, and has them act, like adults. I'm sorry, but I don't think that man has any understanding between the mental and physical developmental differences between, say, a 14 year old girl and a 17 year old girl. Every character appears and acts like they are anywhere from 3 to 5 years older than they are.

Also, the POV structure, while interesting, has also been disastrous in actually getting the story moving because certain characters have to be in certain places for things to happen while others are just sitting around killing time.

Hmmm, I don't really agree about the POV structure. It functioned fine for three books and offered compelling court drama, battles, magical elements and intriguing plot-twists. AGOT / ACOK / ASOS are pretty well paced and I've even seen someone making the case that the series could even have ended in that point and would have been one of the best fictional fantasy experiments. I found myself agreeing and disagreeing. I think the ASOS ending would have still distinguished ASOIAF from other fantasy series in its toppling of the good-guys-win-everything type of wrap-up, but it would be way less ambitious than what GRRM ended up pursuing.

The pacing problems came about with AFFC/ADWD. And I'm not one to talk here, because I'm an AFFC truther and it's always been my favourite of the series, so my two cents on this is that Dany's Slaver's Bay plotline is too damn long. Tyrion is also taking too damn long to get to her. It's a drag. In the book she is supposed to solve the Quaithe riddle,* escape Vaes Dothrak, get herself an army + navy, make the decision to leave Slaver's Bay AND sail to Westeros, so that in TWOW she can fight Young Gryff, face-off the Others, become a mask-off tyrant AND get deposed? It's a lot.

I honestly think he should just give up the 7 book compartmentation, admit defeat and just add another damn book to the series to get Dany to Westeros and fit in his fAegon plotline. It's not like he doesn't have the pages. No one's gonna care if there are 8 books instead of magic no 7. But my guess is that he's hung up over some decisions he's made in the past and kept trying to make the gargantuan plot fit inside this neat box he envisioned - 7 books, King Bran, Caesar!Jon etc. It would explain why he tried a time skip between ASOS and AFFC and had to scrap it - it would make more sense for the Stark children to be older. But he characterized himself as a gardener-style writing who doesn't plan everything in advance and lets the story grow organically. In that case, he should make allowances if the story grew in a direction he did not initially predict and make the required changes! Maybe King Bran made sense when he first wrote the initial three-book outline, but that was a long time ago & many other plot points changed.

My advice is to just stop trying to make the plot fit the previous designs, stay true to the way the characters evolved and respect the themes you've painstakingly developed over the course of nearly 30 years. Otherwise what's the point? If your original ending doesn't fit anymore, think of another ending ffs. The show is irrelevant at this point, so what if the endgame will be different? IDK, I'd be thinking that this is my life's work and I have every right to do it justice. Perhaps that's what he's thinking too and why it's taking him so long.

I agree that the ages of the characters are ridiculous, but if a time skip really, really can't fit anywhere, it's better to compromise on the age issue and leave off with a teen monarch than it would be to impose a surveillance state in Westeros as the solution with all-seeing, all-knowing Bran. That's a starkly dystopic ending, if you ask me.

Not to mention that it clashes directly with the end of magic - how is Bran supposed to be the Tree of Sauron if there's no magic anymore and everything goes back to normal? On what basis does he even get to be king at all if he's just a regular boy? How will he even survive being pulled out of the weirwood net if magic leaves the realm of men?

*“To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.” JFC, if Dany has to get to Asshai, I will fucking scream.

#ngl i think visiting asshai would be so cool but. do we have time for this??? #ask #anon #asoiaf #grrm #anyway whether he ever gets to publish TWOW nobody can say #but in any case he 100% will have extensive notes on how he planned the novel out #so whatever happens. we'll know sooner or later #also i'm like. this is his life at the end of the day #he has the right to write as little or as much as he wants #i'm sure there must be pages of correspondence with his editors about this or that #so the ending of asoiaf will not remain a mystery realistically-speaking #which is why i'm not a fan of prioritizing our own demands as readers #most 75-year-olds are in retirement not churching out thousand-page books

[sotwk]

Hi, Anon who asked about Celebrian here! Thank you for your great answer.

I just loved loved loved your HCs so much it made me sob, fr my 3-year-old sister offered me chocolate because she saw me crying (no I’m not that young we are just like elves: born one generation apart from each other).

Toddlers cuteness and generosity aside, I love that the two women have a sisterhood-type of friendship, me and my best friend are just the same, although not related at all but in Tolkien everyone is basically related to one another and we like it that way. (“Confusingly complex family tree” As you rightly said)

Also I do love your depiction of young!Legolas because he reminds me of my little sister and it’s such a joy to have her around and that is true for him too.

Not relevant to the topic discussed, the idea of Thranduil being jealous of poor Lindir is hilarious, and it absolutely MAKE SENSE. There is a reason he became a fan favorite over the years so I absolutely want to see how that will play out and maybe what his reaction to the knowledge that a prince, a Sindar of Doriath, thinks of him as competition. Hilarious but also true, i dare say.

One last thing: If I remember correctly, but feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, Maereth has/had a brother or a sister? Im not so sure of this, I think in The Crown you mention a nephew of the elvenqueen. But I didn’t see them mentioned when you posted about her genealogy. Im probably misremembering or it’s something I made up based on your HCs.

Now I stop ranting. Have a nice weekend! Byeee <3

my 3-year-old sister offered me chocolate because she saw me crying

I'm sorry for the tears, but I hope it was a cathartic cry! *hug* I'm glad the friendship between the two Elf-Queens (Celebrian is a Queen in my mind, titles be damned!) moved you so much.

Toddlers are so amazingly compassionate! My husband woke with lower back aches this morning and our 4-year-old seriously tried to give him a massage. XD You and your little sister sound very sweet!

the idea of Thranduil being jealous of poor Lindir is hilarious, and it absolutely MAKE SENSE.

I have such a soft spot for Lindir! He's just that shy, slightly awkward and nerdy guy who might get overlooked for being quiet, but he's actually a hottie who's unaware of his own sex-appeal. So yeah. Even though he and Maereth's friendship stays entirely platonic, stew on that for a while, Thranduil.

Maereth has/had a brother or a sister? Im not so sure of this, I think in The Crown you mention a nephew of the elvenqueen.

I'm gonna give you a virtual trophy for being the first one to notice this and bring it up with me! I've been dropping mentions of Maereth's nephew/the Thranduilions' cousin in multiple hc posts and fics now! Here are just a few of those sources:

The Crown

Greenleaf's Day Out, Chapter 5

Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm, Day 5: Five Golden Rings

SotWK OC: Olondir, Master Craftsman of the Woodland Realm

Lord Olondir (oc) is the son and only child of Maereth's brother, Calinondo (oc). Although he died fighting in the War of the Last Alliance, Calinondo is a significant character in the SotWK AU because he became heir to the knowledge and craft of the great Celebrimbor, his uncle and mentor. (Remember that Maereth's grandfather is Maglor, which makes Maereth's mother and Celebrimbor first cousins--they were very close with each other.)

Calinondo passed on everything he knew to his son, so that by the Third Age, Olondir was named the Master Craftsman of the Woodland Realm. Apart from helping craft the Elvenking's famous crown, he was responsible for other creations such as the faemir/calarsil mentioned in "Greenleaf's Day Out". Most of the armour and weaponry used by Mirkwood's soldiers in the Third Age, as you see in BotFA, was also designed by him (alongside Mirion, who was a Master Bladesmith). These Noldorin craftsmen were responsible for upgrading the inferior armour and weapons that contributed to the Silvans' defeat at the War of the Last Alliance. In essence, the fact that Noldorin craftsmanship lived on in Thranduil's family helped Mirkwood survive Sauron's onslaughts.

Because I've been sharing fancasts right and left, here is my fancast for Olondir, nephew of the Elvenqueen: Jake Gyllenhaal.

Olondir is the the only Elf in the Woodland Realm who can grow a beard in his Second Cycle. Remember whom else he descended directly from? Mahtan, the great smith of Valinor and father of Nerdanel! Olondir keeps his beard to honor that part of his heritage, which he is most proud of.

Side note: I have a creator's crush on Olondir. He's almost like a 6th Thranduilion Prince, and his character is quite sexy. He's got the Fëanorean edge to him. Although he's not super developed in my head yet, I would love to write more about him someday! XD

By the way, Maereth actually had three older brothers; her two eldest brothers were twins: Surlírë and Vëalírë, but they died in the War of Wrath alongside their father Eärondir, so sadly Maereth barely knew them. But boys and twins ran strong in their family, just as in Fëanor's.

Anywaaaaay, thank YOU for letting me ramble on this long again! XD I love you so much for geeking out about my OCs with me, Anon! I'm gonna have to write this down in a proper and more thorough post later on, but it felt really good to share this much!

#when i say the SotWK AU is massive im never joking #its a lot #and i am grateful to those of you who let me talk about it #cause you can tell i have a problem #my head is too full of secrets #sotwk answers #sotwk headcanon #sotwk ocs #lotr headcanon #tolkien headcanon #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #elvenqueen maereth #olondir #mirkwood elves #thranduilion #greenwood the great #woodland realm #sotwk fancast #jake gyllenhaal

[barry-j-blupjeans]

2022 Fic List!

This is a compilation of all the fics I've posted on Ao3 in 2022, plus some ficlets I like that I posted here! As always, Journal Pages is still being updated but I'm not gonna put it on this list because I made it last year (I think??)

Memories, Just a Bit To the Left

Being kidnapped was, honestly, not incredibly horrible. It wasn’t a good thing, for sure, for sure, but Barry could deal with it. Was he low on hit points? Yeah, and it was shitty. Did he feel like he was going to die? Occasionally, that’s just something that happens sometimes, you know? But it wasn’t all bad. Some of the gerblins were nice. They gave him some water, kicked him around a bit more, gave him an orange that they refused to peel so Barry just kind of spat the peel out as he went. A solid three out of five stars.

But he wasn’t too worried about the whole thing. Even as low as his hit points got, he knew that Taako would come find him. It was just a matter of if he would find Barry too late.

This was for the 2021 Candlenights exchange and it is killer, I think. I really enjoyed getting to write this and explore the space of this AU.

Archaeology Excavation on My Body

“How do you always know everything?” he asked instead of rising to her bait. “That’s the secret I want to know, ma’am. You’ve got prying eyes anywhere? Listening ears?”

"I run a secret organization on the moon,” the Director said dryly. “I’ve grown accustomed to knowing both everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. If you don’t want me to know, then I won’t know. I’ll never bring it up again. I’m simply offering us a way to, uh-” she glanced at the wall. It had been twenty minutes since the Reclaimers went offline. “Pass the time. And perhaps a way to help manage your pain a little better. No one else has noticed, Angus, but you do tend to limp a bit.”

Fuck, Angus thought.

This one was a pure vent fic, but I'm glad other people could relate to it anyway! I love giving characters I like everything that's wrong with me.

Tedious Familiarity

Déjà vu. Noun. A feeling of having already experienced the present situation. A tedious familiarity.

Barry Bluejeans woke up in a cave, fresh out of a pod filled with green goop, and saddled with an unsettling feeling that he had been here before. If you had asked forty-year-old Barry if he would follow instructions left by a talking coin, he probably would have asked you what type of drugs you were on. But, y’know, fifty… two? Fifty-one? How old was he? Fifty-two sounded right. But, y’know, fifty-two years old Barry didn’t really have that many other places to turn, so this couldn't be all that bad.

Barold my beloved!! I love any take on Barry's years alone and I thought I'd give myself a stab at it! Or several stabs, if we're going by death count. I really like how this one came out!!

Heart-Shaped Stickers

A collection of my blupjeans week prompts for 2022!

As seen on the tin sldkfsd.

Keep Your Friends Close (And the Lich Who Gives You Cryptic Advice Closer)

“There’s a lot you don’t know and I can’t tell you yet,” the Red Robe said. “And I’m genuinely sorry about that, Magnus, but right now, from the Bureau’s perspective, I’m not the good one.”

“From your perspective?” Magnus asked.

“From my- I…” he stopped again, contemplating, as if no one had ever asked him this question before. "I try to be, I think."

AKA: Magnus has questions and no one from the Bureau is giving him answers. He goes looking for the one person who will.

This baby is my pride and joy of this year, I think. It has always taken me Ages to write any chaptered fic but I'm very very proud of this one.

Autumn-Themed Notebook

Prompt fills for TAZ November Celebration 2022.

Again, as seen on the tin!

Now onto the Tumblr Ficlets!!

This list would not be complete without this ficlet about Magnus, Carey, and Killian discussing Magnus's top surgery or this one about a heart-shaped locket Barry picked up. Some other favorites from this year include:

Voidfished Taako interacting with Red Robe Lup and Barry (x)

June/The Temporal Chalice finding Barry's worst memory (x)

Merle and Hekuba talking post Story and Song (x)

Lucretia and Magnus talking about emotions and the stars (x)

Lucretia discovering the umbrastaff broke early (x)

Barry and Lucretia forming a truce to fuck over Governer Kalen (x)

Lucretia trying to discover who's stealing from the Fantasy Costco (x)

Taako taking the fall for all of Lup's deaths (x)

The Starblaster Crew stealing Magnus's shirts while he's dead (x)

Taako, Kravitz, and the mafia - Werewolf edition! (x1, x2, x3)

I gotta stop there or else this will go on forever sldfksdf. Let me know if you have any particular favorites from what I've written this year :D! It'd mean the world to me. My writing tag is #ise cube writing as always and my ao3 is IntrovertedHappiness if you wanna go check me out there!

#taz #taz balance #fic list #i am speaking #:D!!!!

[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇.

Can you please stop flagging my kinktober fics? Cause, seriously, I've seen people get loads LOADS of notes in their fics while mine aren't even 100 notes. It's obvious that my fics have no impact and are not a threat to other better writers. I work REALLY hard with each and every single one of the fics I write, I OVERLY write TWs so you don't have to read fics you don't like it or can possibly trigger something bad in you. I took the time to censor specific parts of the some banners (CAUSE EVERY BANNER IS DIFFERENT FOR EACH DAY OF HENTOBER) I really respect every aspect of the community guidelines. I don't really understand how much hate do I have to receive. It's not tumblr's fault either, because it's just a bot that when keeps recieving flags from users proceeds to indeed flag the post.

IT'S KINKTOBER. KINKTOBER. I haven't invented this. I'm sure you all know me and follow me MAINLY BECAUSE OF MY NSFW content. I've been reading erotica since I can remember. And because of it, I LOVE to write it. In fact, I'm sure that if you had read ANY of my nsfw fics you have noticed that I don't go with the full "explicit" way of writing stuff and I do prefer using metaphors or more "delicate" terms. Yes, it is erotica, of course it's gonna be explicit, sure. THAT'S WHY IT IS TAGGED AS NSFW.

Now, I notice that EVERY TIME I post a fic with certain kinks (where are stated that AREN'T BLOOD TIGHTS or FORCED CHARACTERS in any way) I receive hate or this type of "flags".

I don't even write dark shit, cause I've seen DARK shit here. And I'll say this cause now apparently you have something against my fics with Ichigo or Luffy. I NEVER write for minors NEVER. If you are stupid enough not to read the ADULT! before Ichigo's name I'M SORRY YOU ARE AN IDIOT.

And I'm really REALLY sorry if I'm spoiling someone but ICHIGO IS A FUCKING ADULT MARRIED WITH A KID NOW! HE IS MY AGE!

SEE?? 12 FUCKING YEARS HAVE PASSED AFTER THE WAR. HE IS FUCKING 29 YEARS OLD! old enough to fuck any person he wants freely. SO, CAN YOU ALL PLEASE STOP BEING IDIOTS? Cause it's always the same shit.

I'm sorry, but I won't stop posting my fics. YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, DON'T FUCKING READ IT!!! BLOCK ME!!!! I USE THE #SASHI-YA IN EVERY FIC! YOU JUST HAVE TO BLOCK THAT HASHTAG AND THAT'S IT, NO MORE CONTENT RELATED WITH ME!

I won't AND PROMISE YOU ALL, I won't stop writing for ONE PIECE nor BLEACH.

FUCK YOU VERY MUCH, HATERS.

#stop it once and for all

[deadinarussianelevator]

I'm not really familiar with Enneagram, but curious what this is about it with demonic history? If you're interested in sharing?

Hello! Sorry this took a couple of days, I've been traveling and wanted to sit down and answer this on my computer rather than mobile.

So first things first. This two-parter podcast really breaks it down well:

(also available on spotify, etc.)

It's particularly good because they interview Marcia Montenegro, who is someone that came out of New Age/Occultic practices and became a believer. She has a whole ministry now that helps those who come out of the New Age and to combat some of the general things (like the Enneagram and astrology) that have permeated our culture. You can find her website here. This article specifically talks about the origins.

So the first thing you need to know is the whole concept is a product of mysticism. The second thing you need to know is the types, specifically, came about from a process that included automatic writing, where a person allows spirits to communicate through them. The last nail in the coffin is that it was brought into Christian circles through Richard Rohr, a false teacher.

All this to say, my personal approach is to tell people the information, and let it marinate with them. Even point them to these resources. (I also think Alisa Childers has done some stuff on this). For me, as soon as I heard that the origin story wasn't exaggerated, and the mysticism behind it meant that there was a very real spiritual element to it, I just stopped cold turkey relating to it. I know my type and my wing and whatnot, I just don't even bother with it anymore. For other people it can take longer. But I don't really know of anyone who looks into it for themselves that settles on "This is fine".

This is different from yoga for me (other people disagree, but it's fine). If I do a child's pose or downward dog or whatever for a stretch after a workout, I'm not inviting demons into my life. I am stretching. The problem comes when you go to a yoga class, do the meditations and empty your mind, and purpose the poses to let the energy flow through you or whatever. Enneagram, on the other hand, is meant to be a tool to define and understand your "self" and your personality. It's all-consuming, there's nothing you can really separate from it to put in a different context. It directly involves the mind and spirit. You are defining yourself through means outside of scripture.

So, that's my lil' take on the matter. I'm not gonna claim someone isn't a believer because they integrate the Enneagram into their life. Especially because most people are unaware of the origins. Also, people in the west have a vast underestimation of spiritual warfare and how general "spirituality" has a darkness to it because of its New Age/Eastern Religion/Occultic origins. It's a sanctification process that people just have to go through and look into on their own, like Jackie Hill Perry has now done.

Anywho. Hope that helps!

#Enneagram #Faith #Christianity #Cultish is hit and miss for me #sometimes their interviews are just. so long. #but the Enneagram episodes are really good #along with anything about the New Age/Occultism

[fiberslut]

Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 4: God bless America

Masterlist

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

I've stayed in the tower for about 2 weeks now. Tony didn't just let me eat, sleep and repeat. Instead, he put me in the training sessions with Natasha and Clint.

"You're doing great Y/N" Natasha winks at me

"I bet you can now beat all of the Widows out there" Clint pants on the ground

"Well.. I learned from the best" I've trained for 2 hours now but honestly I don't feel tired at all

"I think we should end it for today, Clint and I have some birthday to attend" Natasha says as she walks to the lockers

"Oh, it's Cooper's birthday right?" Yeah I think I can remember Clint's son's birthday

"Yeah. He's turning 23 this year. They just grow so fast" Clint sighs

"Soo.. he's the same age as you, Y/N?" Natasha looks at me teasingly

I know what Natasha try to imply

"Yeah yeah, and stop trying to set me up with him, I'm really not interested in anyone right now" When I was in my world, I would simp over all of these heroes, I mean look at their faces, their arms, their abs. Those comic suits are just super tight. But when I finally met them in real life, I was kinda intimidated. I mean they are real people. There are some differences. Or maybe I just prefer the 2D guys.

"And also I can not leave the tower. You know?" Yes, I can say that Tony is imprisoned me. He got this new security system that I can not hack. It would change its own password every time if someone typed the wrong password.

"Well, you two have fun ok? Maybe bring some leftover cake in for tomorrow too" I say and waving them a goodbye

And now I was left alone again.

I walked to my room, took a cold shower, and now I'm lying in my bed, playing with my phone. I don't know if my phone has some bugs or if it wasn't meant for multiversal traveling but my battery has been 100% all along since I arrived here. But I guess it's a good thing because of course I didn't bring any chargers with me. And yes I did try to find some charger, but it looks like in this universe, no one knows about my phone brand.

I wonder what would happen in my real world, is my mom gonna be shocked if she couldn't find me in my bedroom the next morning? who's gonna do my laundry? what if my professor gives me F for not attending classes?

As I was drowning in my own thought. My bedroom door swung open.

"What do you want Tony?"

"Get ready, we're going out"

"Where? Can we just go tomorrow? I'm super tired right now?"

"Do you want to go back to your universe or not?"

"Say no more pops" I jump out of my bed and run to my walk-in closet to start throwing some clothes on me

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At the Avengers mansion

"Why did I have to live in that tower when you have this big a** mansion?" I turn to Tony as I can see how big the Avengers mansion is

"You didn't tell me you want to live here"

"Well. I didn't know that YOU who already has a gigantic tower in the middle of the city would have another enormous mansion in the same city too"

"And you said you know everything about everyone"

Tony really tests me so much lately.

"Well Tony Stark in my universe only has a tower and it has been sold to Reed Richard now"

"That is nonsense, why would I sell MY tower to that man? Smartest man alive? My a**, did you know that he kick me out of the Illuminati? My own secret team? that son of a bi***"

"Language. Tony. There are a lot of minors living here according to my good memories about the Avengers mansion"

"Yeah, and today we're visiting one of them too"

"Who?" I have no idea what Tony's planning to do

"First. Let's go inside"

Tony scans his eye to the door and the access granted. We walk inside the mansion. And I am just speechless. It is sooo big and so gorgeous. It's giving the old money vibe. Nothing says Tony Stark. No hi-tech monitor, no talking security system.

"Wait here" Tony says and walks into another room

I sit on a couch and look at the picture near it. It was a picture of the Young Avengers. Wow, they're not anything like the Young Avengers from where I'm from. They're comic accurate I would say.

"Is she here yet little hawkeye?" I can hear Tony's voice from another room

"She's upstairs, I'll text her, and stop calling me that. My name is Kate" I guess that would be Kate Bishop who's Tony talking to

Whoosh!

Ouch. What is that noise? It is so loud.

"Stop doing that inside of the house. Your portal is burning the carpet again" Kate scolds

Portal?

Oh my god. How could I never think of her in the first place?

Then Tony walks back to the room I'm sitting in.

"Here. Y/N. Let's meet America Chavez"

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So now America Chavez is the 3rd person who knows about me coming from another universe.

"Can you really bring me back to my universe?" I ask her

"Yes. I never fail" She answers proudly

"Then.. what're we waiting for?" Tony adds

"You want me to open a star portal here? In this room Mr.Stark?"

America asks and looks at the other room with a concerned look

"Yeah you're right, let's go outside, is the backyard ok?" He asks

"That'll do sir"

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In the backyard

"ok Y/N, are you ready?" America asks

"ok, I'm ready. Let's do it" I hold my breath as she holds my hand

Then she tries to punch something in the air for about 2-3 times

"Why is it not working?" She asks herself

"What do you mean it's not working? You said you can control it now young lady" Tony asks

"And I mean it sir. This week, I've been traveling through a lot of universes" America panicked and look at her hand, still trying to create a portal by punching the air

"Hey. It's ok. I'm not in a hurry" I try to calm her down

"Y/N, wait here for me ok?" She says and lets go of my hand. She closes her eye and punches the air again. Now there it is. A star portal.

"See? sir. I can really control it. I can open a portal. This is a portal to my universe" She talks to Tony

"What about her universe?" Tony means mine

"I don't know sir. I can't open a portal to her universe. It's like I can't reach her universe. It's like her universe is not in the same system as ours"

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#the avengers x you #the avengers x reader #the avengers x y/n #tony stark x daughter #imagine #doctor strange x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barns x reader #natasha x reader #clint x reader #amercia chavez #kate bishop #young avengers

[vavandeveresfan]

Stop buying this bullshit.

I'm gonna get damn real here.

This is an utter and complete lie:

Obesity is second only to smoking as the leading cause of preventable deaths in the U.S.

We know this. This is not up for debate.

Obesity leads to Type 2 diabetes, hypertension, coronary heart disease, stroke, gallbladder disease, osteoarthritis, sleep apnea and breathing problems.

Oh, and the really fun ones: several types of cancer.

This I have personal experience with. I was "borderline" obese, and supposedly fit. I walked a lot and weight trained. But I developed pre-diabetes and hypertension. Then last June I was rushed to the hospital to have an emergency hysterectomy to remove a cancerous tumor the size of a softball, which had been causing me to bleed non-stop so profusely I came this fucking close to dying from organ failure.

The cancer is the kind that develops in the uterus because an unhealthy amount of estrogen builds up in female body fat, triggering uterine and cervical cancers. The more fat, the more likely you are to develop cancer. (Luckily mine was fully contained, hadn't spread, and they got it all. *knock wood* But I still have to wait a year to be certain it's completely gone.)

Obese, active women in their 20s - 30s and even in their 40s think that because they haven't developed any of these diseases they're healthy and will remain so. What y'all don't want to hear is something you may have heard from older family members: once you get into your mid-40s it's like a switch is turned off. Your metabolism slows and you have to work extra hard to keep weight off, and even harder to lose it. Hence the "middle-age spread." Your 40s is when Type 2 diabetes, high blood pressure, and all the other shit begin to manifest. And you are no longer healthy. In fact, you better fucking pray you have good health insurance.

Greedy assholes and deniers like Lizzo are selling this empty dream that you can be 200+ pounds and it will never lead to illness or joint pain. Getting people to eat healthy food is hard; self-denial ain't fun. So what do we do? We tell girls and women that they can eat whatever they want! No more sacrifice or self-denial! Convince them so they make TikToks that just show them proudly cramming fast food! Convince females that being fit is Oppression and Racism!

Fetishize obesity! Make Obesity fanart a thing!

Sell them XXXL clothes and tell them they're hot at 300 pounds! And when they're in their 40s and start getting ill -- or even before that; Type 2 is showing up in fucking middle-schoolers -- you've already made your money off them, and who the hell cares what damage has been done?

Please, for fuck's sake, don't buy this.

What about someone like Lizzo, who's so active and is vegan? Huh, girl, please. I've seen the TikToks of the vegan food she eats. Vegan fast food. Which still is packed with calories and poisonous levels of sodium.

You have to burn 2500 calories to lose 1 pound. So, if her diet is truly plant-based, Lizzo should be losing a lot of weight. But that girl is still over 250 pounds. This doesn't add up. To maintain her size with her level of activity she has to be eating a shit-ton of food. Probably all that fast food. She's in her 30s now. If she doesn't get that weight off she still faces the probability of any or all of the obesity-related illnesses, no matter how much she works out.

What have I done for my own health? I'm 99% vegan (except for holiday meals). I walk, if not outside then in place at home. I lift weights at home, inexpensive dumbbells and a barbell and a weight bench from a used exercise equipment store. I read Forks Over Knives magazine for recipes and inspiration. My blood pressure is dropping and so is my weight. And I feel better than I have in decades.

Getting weight off when you're younger than 40 is a hell of a lot easier than after. So do it now. You'll live longer and be happier and healthier in your later years. Because unless you die you're going to get older.

This woman is one of my inspirations.

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Jazz out the bar - Hirako Shinji

"The usual?" (Your Name) asked Shinji with a bright smile as her body jumped excitingly to see his figure enter the jazz bar she worked at. His bright hair didn't go unnoticed every time he decided to pay a visit.

He grinned and took a seat across from her as they chatted for a bit, while she stood behind the bar to get his usual.

"You've been gone for a while, I was starting to think you found a better bar." She continued as he waved his hands in the air like he got caught red handed.

"I didn't think the little lady would miss my company, but of course I was a 'sick freak with a crocked smile' when we first met." Shinji teased her as she slightly got flushed and handed him the drink a bit aggressively.

He could only chuckles at the young girl attempt to ignore his last statement.

"I'm joking, how you've been doing?" He genuinely smiles, sometimes he worried for her safety, although Japan was a safe place, she worked at a bar with drunk men coming in and out. There were many times he had to tell some customers off when making (Your Name) uncomfortable.

"Oh! Semester is over! I'm enjoying summer before the fall comes and I have to go back to university!" She cheered while listening to the smooth saxophone in the background of their small talk.

He hummed, she was such a young girl. He was glad, she was happy, he wouldn't have to worry about her when he left back to soul society. It should always be this way.

As the crowd started to come in, Shinji had let her do her job and enjoyed each performance the night had allowed while keeping an eye on her.

"Hey beautiful! It's been a few weeks missed me." A drunken man loudly says as he leaned across the bar trying to gain (Your Name) attention as she awkwardly chuckled and kindly answered him back.

Shinji was thrown off by the tone of voice but chose to ignore the rude man's voice level and look ahead to the stage.

"If you worked at a club bar you would make nice tips because you know." The rude man says and gesture his hands across his chest, implying she should show more skin in her work outfit.

"No thank you. I make a good amount here. I am quite happy." (Your Name) says and walks to the next customer to greet them.

The rude man slightly got irritated and let it go for now. It wasn't until thirty minutes later he walked around the bar to gain (Your Name) attention again.

"Hey women, I've been waiting patiently for my next drink!" He slammed the glass down as she mentally rolled her eyes and looked across the room to see her manger giving her the death glare.

'Of course, customers first.'

"I like feisty women, I can tell you have it in you somewhere ." The man smirked while grazing his hand to touch hers as she set the drink down. She pulled her hand away quickly and grabbed a towel to wipe her hands.

"Could you stop, you've been flirting with me for lord knows how long. Cant you take a hint I'm not interested." (Your Name) says as one of her co workers heard and decided to take over as she walked away grossed out.

"I don't want you! I want that lady!" The rude man says getting angry (Your Name) walked away towards Shinji who happen to witness everything. Although she didn't ask for the blonde man's help he could read from her body language she was trying to hold her anger in as she started to dry glasses to distract her thoughts.

"You okay doll?" Shinji asked sympathetically as she turned to him with a small smile and nodded. He could tell she was use to these type of customers. It was bound to happen from time to time. Some people just couldn't hold their liquor or tongue.

"Here, on the house." She sets Shinji a dark drink as he tilted his head. "I haven't seen you in a while that's all." She implied as he was confused.

Shinji took a whiff and boy he was right, it was some good aged whiskey. He wasn't gonna complain though, it was good to get spoiled by a pretty lady here and there. While sipping on the drink he could see the rude man from a while ago coming towards them.

He could hear (Your Name) whisper 'stupid fucker can't take a damn hit.' While her back was turned to ignore the man.

Shinji was feeling a bit mischievous as he grinned under his glass.

"Oi women!" The rude man called.

Shinji swung his hat on his pointer finger while leaning on his elbow and turning to the man.

"The little lady as given you multiple hints through out the night that she wasn't interested. Seems as if you didn't live up to her expectation, I say to take a walk." Shinji then starts to say as the man began to get flushed before getting angry and getting uncomfortably close to the viszored face.

"What you say punk?" He threaten to Shinji as his grin turned to a bored one as he side eyed while watching (Your Name) talk to a different customer, unaware of the situation happening.

"I'm saying, she can do better and clearly she knows her worth now scram before I make you uncomfortable like you made the pretty lady." Shinji threaten looking back to his glass and taking another sip.

The glass had broke, of course he let it happen. Humans and their pettiness Shinji thought while catching a strong grip on the man's wrist before slammed his head on the bar counter.

(Your Name) gasped and saw Shinji with a frown looking down to the man who was causing a scene.

"Wanna go ahead and try to swing again? I can make it twice as hard this time." Shinji encouraged as the bouncers came to break up the scene and ultimately kicking him out. (Your Name) was shock as she ran out towards the bouncers.

"Wait! It wasn't this man!" She told the bouncers as they apologetically told her both men were to be kicked out, but she understood her coworkers were just doing there jobs.

Leaving her shift she went to find Shinji, he was leaning against a light pole.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen." (Your Name) says feeling ashamed she couldn't handle the rude customer herself....again.

Shinji turns his head and gives her a light smile.

"No worries doll, I'll always defend you. I scared him away, let me walk you home just in case he's a crazy nut job." He offered as she agreed without hesitation. Shinji had never given her a reason to feel suspicious. In fact he's been so kind and brought her dinner on occasion when the night was busy and she hadn't eaten dinner. (Your Name) would pin them as close friends but still he was a mystery to her.

"I might get fired but that's okay, if management can't see that a customer is wrong then I should find a new job." She says to Shinji as he looked down to her with sympathy. He knew how hard it was to find a decent job that paid well.

Of course, after getting exiled from soul society him and the other vizsored needed to find income from somewhere.

He was thinking maybe he could ask that pervert hats and clocks man to let her work at the shop, just so he can be sure she will be safe once he left.

"Don't worry though! I'll be okay." (Your Name) tells Shinji with a smile seeing that the man had gotten fairly quiet.

"Um, will I still be able to see you though? You know since I might get fired." She brought up shyly as he grinned at her and threw a arm around her shoulder.

"Awe my little doll is starting to warm up to me, I knew you would miss this pretty face." He teases as she hid her face from him.

"Shinji I'm serious! Stop making everything a joke" (Your Name) pouted and kept walking.

"I'll be a little busy but I gave you my number, I don't know why you hesitate to text me." He groaned as she laughs a bit.

"I guess I'm a bit shy." She admitted as he patted her head.

The walk was fairly short as Shinji made sure she was at arms length through out the walk just in case. He didn't want to part yet but it was late and everything was about closed. He would not invite her to his home.... No warehouse....where he lived with other stupid Shinigamis as he likes to say.

"You'll be safe?" There was concern in his voice and he admit as much as he wanted to hide it she could hear him clearly.

(Your Name) chuckled at him and gave him a soft hug which surprised the older man but he gave into the embrace.

"I'll be fine, text you later?" She tells him and enters her home.

It was about a month and a few days prior of getting fired from the bar Shinji had texted her a good friend of his owned a candy shopped and needed a worker. Although it wasn't appealing at first she came to like the job.

Her boss urahara was a strange man but she sense the same vibes Shinji gave off and she felt safe around the store. No more perverted men....oh well...maybe her boss but it wasn't to a disgusting point.

Although she hadn't seen Shinji since that day and everyday ever since.

"You said you and Shinji were close friends?" She asks Urahara one day as she grabbed a few of the boxes that needed to be restocked.

"Hmmm I wouldn't say close, more like old co workers!" He cheered and sipped his tea amused of her struggle to carry the boxes.

"Jesus! You gonna help me carry these! I can see it's funny to you!" She snapped as the shop owner laughed and offered a hand.

"Shinji is busy with work, with time you will understand." Urahara tells her as she tilted her head confused.

'Maybe he doesn't wanna see me anymore?' (Your Name) would think everyday until it turn to every few days and to months.

Although during those months she found happiness in this little shop. Maybe even a family with the kids and her boss and his other worker tessai. She would be grateful to Shinji for showing her such a welcoming environment.

Even when she was struggling with living or even personal problems, Urahara was there to guide her back to reality and reminded her that Shinji would come back.

"I'm not in love with him you know." She tells the boss as he chuckled and waved his fan. Not believing a word she was saying.

"Oh of course. I can see the sad smile is for me not giving you affection." He jokes as she threw the box stuffing at him and looked away. 'Ugh men'

"Whatever!" She flushes and walked towards the front of the store to start closing duties.

A gust of wind make the door rumbled a bit as she grabbed a broom and rolled her eyes, damn the weather. She just wanted to lay in bed after a hard day of her boss yapping her ear off.

"Stores closed, come back tomorrow!" She yelled.

"Oh baby doll, I didn't think our reunion would be this sour!" Shinji grinned as she widen her eyes and then softly smiled.

"Oh Shinji. COME HERE YOU BASTARD!" (Your Name) yelled chasing him with the broom stick to smack him in the ass for leaving her alone all these months. "IMA KILL YOU, YOU JERK! YOU LEFT ME FOR SO MANY MONTHS WITH THAT PERVERT BOSS!"

"Hey hey, if he's a pervert then what am I?"

"A stupid man! A selfish one!" She screamed as he caught her broom and engulfed her into a loving hug.

"I'm sorry love, I had work. I'm sure over time you figured out where I was." He tenderly says as she looked down. Of course she caught on, the hints that Urahara gave her and the strange people that came into his store frequently.

"Yeah I know. Why didn't you tell me!"

Shinji laughs and patted her head.

"Of course I didn't want you to think I was a freak! You had enough of those at your old job." Shinji explains as she walked towards the register and took a seat.

"I've miss you, how are you going to fix that mister?"

"Oohhh I took a special request off work for a few days, so I have something in mind." The older man winked as she began to grow flushed.

Hearing snickering from the back she threw the broom at the door. "STOP LISTENING PERVERT BOSS!"

Shinji and her chuckled at each other, her personality really was a feisty one sometimes.

"I'll explain in details later how we can communicate, on the mean time. I say we boggie out here and let Urahara do the rest!"

(Your Name) devilishly grinned as they linked hands and made it out to the night where they could happily enjoy each other company again.

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