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OKAY MY LAST INVINCIBLE POST BEFORE DEDICATING TO REQUESTS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH DON'T KILL ME! THIS TIME IT'S FLUFF!
Mark Grayson/Invincible x Starfire!Reader
Imagine being an alien similar to DC's Starfire, you can follow the original line of the character (I follow more than anything the one from the comics or the 2003 series) where your planet was conquered by another race (thanks to your sister) Or you can go the more "family friendly" line, which is that you decided to explore the world outside your home planet but ended up in the hands of some kind of intergalactic trafficking network.
I imagine that if it is the first case, it is most likely that your race has been conquered by the Viltrumite themselves, which caused a MASSACRE to occur from which you and your sister were miraculously able to escape.
Regardless of what you choose, you ended up on Earth, although having gone through great traumatic events, so when you see this new world, with a strange species, you begin to attack by mere instinct (like what Starfire did in the first chapter of Teen Titans)
That's when Mark or rather INVINCIBLE appears.
He tries to fight you at first, get you away from the civilians, that is until he realizes how scared you are (especially if we're talking about the case of the Viltrumite invasion and you realize that Mark IS a Viltrumite). So he tries to change his strategy and try to calm you down as much as he can.
When he succeeds, he ends up taking you to the Globe's guardians to see what to do. I imagine that you are a little different than the original Starfire, you are more scared and defensive in this situation, at first you only trusted Mark.
For this reason, Cecil decides that you will stay in the Pentagon until they know what to do with you. Mark helps you learn the "normal" things of the Earth and show Cecil that you are not a threat.
(if you had to learn the human language by "lip contact" the whole team definitely makes fun of Mark a little for being in love now).
Imagine Mark and Eve bringing you clothes to try on!🥺Eve probably just created it out of nowhere, but she also brings clothes that her parents give her that she doesn't want and for some reason you like.
Mark offers to help you train! At first he tries to go easy on you, but when you almost knock him out with your laser beams, he learns his lesson.
He definitely takes you out to eat junk food! More when he realizes that the Pentagon's food doesn't help you much because of your big appetite. Mark was surprised at how much food you could eat but luckily Cecil pays for it (just don't tell him yet🤫)
Definitely one of Mark's favorite things about you, when you're over the trauma, is your innocent attitude, even after all, you're very bubbly and friendly. which is at least difficult to find in your line of work, so he wants to keep that part of yourself as much as possible.
Mark definitely took you to meet his mother, at first he was a little nervous that she wouldn't accept you after what happened with his father, but surprisingly Debbie took it very well.
Thanks to this you were able to learn more about the culture of the Earth, you constantly asked Debbie about the places she had seen, what they were like and their culture (even some anecdotes about Mark when he was a child), and with your bubbly and youthful attitude she did not It was difficult for Debbie to warm to you easily.
Apart from that it helped you fall in love with the Earth quite quickly, see its beauty for yourself, which encouraged you to be your own version of a hero.
When you want to become a heroine, Mark enters into an internal conflict. On the one hand, he KNOWS very well that you don't want someone to make decisions for you, he respects that, but on the other hand, he is TERRIFIED by the possibility that you will get hurt, captured, or lose COMPLETLY your being or worse, DIE.
It is probably thanks to this conversation that you two become a couple.
In general, at first Mark tries to do your first patrols with you to teach you the basics, then he lets you do whatever you want, and he is SO PROUD when you beat someone.
"THAT IS MY GIRL!" kind of proud.
He definitely really likes flying with you and just wandering, at least he feels like there you two have more privacy. Apart from that he likes how you look in your element. according to him.
If you talk about the first case of origin that I mentioned at the beginning and your sister comes back, Mark sees through ALL the red flags and will be the first to warn you about her, since he went through something similar with his family, you don't want to go through that.
If both fight together, POWER COUPLE. LITERAL. You have certain skills that Mark doesn't, so they complement each other very well.
If Mark gets hurt, you go into RAMPAGE MODE and honestly? Mark doesn't know if he should be scared or more in love. or excited.
If YOU get hurt GOD HELP US, MARK IS ANGRY---someone is going to have a bad time. And You a Lot of cuddles.
Overall, both of them are like two Golden Retrievers being happy together.
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OK AS A HISTORY NERD NOW IM INTRIGUED ON MORE OF YOUR THOUGHTS FOR MIZU X !PERFORMER READER
pairing: mizu x fem!street performer!reader
warning(s): none
a/n: allowing me to indulge in my history fixation while writing gay fanfic? oh babe LET ME TELL YOU—
summary: after meeting the mysterious street performer, mizu follows you back to the theater. which, has a library. you spend your time together, what little you have of it, taking and learning about one another’s culture.
word count: 577 words / 3,227 characters
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you lead mizu back to a nearby theater, greeting other secret performers as you walk in. they eye you a bit suspiciously, seeing who is following you. but no words are exchanged.
you take mizu back to a library; walls cascading with books up and down.
she’d never seen anything like it.. such a large library filled with colorful books of english, and, supposedly—american history. and there had to be something on japan, too, because you seemed to know things about her culture well.
“so, why have you traveled from japan, exactly?” you pose the question, grabbing a candle and beginning to riffle through piles of literature.
she wasn’t telling you she was here to assassinante a man. you’d think her terrifying. heartless. ruthless. cold.
to which, to some extent, she was.
“I’m.. here, visiting family,” she whispered. wasn’t exactly wrong.
you chuckled, “the white man you mentioned? your father?” you whip around to look at her for a moment.
“yes,” she responds rather quickly. “I haven’t met him, before.”
you nod, “japan closed its borders—deported all the white men and women there,” you respond. “it makes sense you’ve never met him. are you.. judged, in some way?”
she scoffed, “I’m sure you have no idea,” she folded her arms. “I am what they call an onryō. a demon.”
your eyes widen, gazing at her as you walked over with a stack of books you looked to be struggling to carry.
“demon?” you murmur, watching as she takes some of the books from your arms. “just for being born of a white man?”
she nods, “yes.” she narrowed her eyes, “it’s not exactly fun.”
you scoff, “I didn’t think it would be—constantly having a bounty of your back for your dead body,” you settle down at a desk, smiling and patting the seat beside you.
she sits down beside you, gazing at the many books.
“well—here in england, those eyes are considered beautiful,” you smiled softly at her. “I think they’re beautiful.”
she’d never heard such kind words before. especially about a part of herself she hated so very much.
“thank you,” she whispered, her voice barley audible.
you chuckled, your cheeks tinted rosy red, “though I suppose I am one for all things weird.”
she laughed along with you, “how so?”
“as I told you—a woman such as myself is not allowed to do much. I am expected to marry at sixteen, settle down with many kids, and never leave my house. I cannot work, I cannot do anything here,” your eyes narrowed, gazing at the book below you, “I just want to perform. to act—it’s my passion. It’s something I love.”
she nodded slowly, “I see,” she muttered. “It’s much different in japan. women can work.. though it’s not like they have many options. and.. performing. It’s one of the many things women do in japan.”
“I know!” you hissed, “performing should not be something that is restricted to men. nothing should be restricted to me; we should all be… equal.”
mizu couldn’t help but agree with you. she felt the same way; seeing as she was here, masking as a man her whole life to be able to do what she wanted.
you talked for hours on end. hours on hours of talking about your culture, about your lives, about what you’d been through.
you were so similar; yet from completely different parts of this world.
she found that amazing.
she found you amazing.
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a/n: I’m presenting said project tomorrow and my anxiety said no
#mizu x you#mizu x reader#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu#blue eyed samurai#x reader#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#ask#asked and answered#request#fic request
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Head in the clouds (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: My take on Modern reader meets Daemon Targaryen. Here we have the meeting.
Chapter warnings: Canon character death. Kidnapping. Mature language.
A/N: I’m so excited to share this story with you. I had so much fun building it. This series will be updated every sunday.
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Beneath the covers, there is a girl. Brown haired, dark eyed. A smile that could light up the whole room. Etched into your memory, carved a place inside your heart. Forever living there.
“Does it not bother you?” You had asked her. “Being nothing more than a wife?”
“Am I a wife?” Her laugh was sharp. Strong. She didn't cover her mouth with her hand like other women did. She was so sure of herself, tiny things didn't bother her. There was no time to worry if her teeth were perfect or if it was unladylike to cackle in laughter.
Alive. So alive it hurt.
Two girls. Curled mirroring each other in the bed. Sharing secrets, and giggling. But never touching. It was not allowed, you see.
This was how women loved. Raw, all electrified wires and emotions. Bared. Never taught to fear each other.
A naked, creamy shoulder. A mole, right above her sternum. Heart beating fast.
Shining. In a sunny field, rushing after a stag, spear in hand. Predator, never prey. Vibrant with color. Rich browns and earth tones. The sun hitting the left side of her face just right.
The memory is etched in your eyelids. The girl, laughing. Dancing along to an imaginary song. A field full of golden flowers. Her voice in your thoughts.
Now gone.
Rhea had passed, or so the other serving girls had told you. Runestone was going to her husband. After four years, the man was finally back from war.
The apron you were wearing was clean, and so were you, despite your face being puffy from too much. Rhea had been your only friend. The only other person in the castle that had been able to read.
The Common Tongue had a striking similarity to English. There were few books, and you had struggled to read them at first. You soon realized that the Common Tongue was not a different language, but Middle English. It made sense. People in the Middle Ages didn’t know they were living in the Middle Ages.
You had met Rhea when she realized one of the serving girls was spending her time in the library. It was not forbidden, but unusual. No one had thought to forbid it. The ratio of literacy among the common folk was low, or better yet, nonexistent.
Her dexterous hands. Aim that always rang true. Her hair, cascading down her back, perfect and smooth.
It had lightened your burdens, this friendship with her. Since arriving in the Middle Ages, the feeling of alienation had been too much to handle. And being the Lady’s favorite meant that your time spent at the kitchens was more and more scarce.
Rhea and you had turned into something more than friends, by the end of it. Two lonely, unsatisfied women. One left behind by a husband that had spent years at war. Another out of time.
A pointless war, she had said. She had an interest in politics, your Rhea. They called it a manly pursuit. She called it doing whatever she pleased.
Your lips, tracing her temple, her cheekbones, and a whispered word, muttered back. “Sister.” You couldn’t call it anything but.
Afternoons, spent using each other’s lap as pillows. Every memory since meeting her, tinted in gold. How you regretted never speaking words of love more often, when you found out about her death. An odd one, when she had been such a strong rider and hunter…
A sudden flurry of movement started in the front of the room. Your contemplation was not allowed any longer. The rows of servants in front of you were all bending their knee, prompting you to do the same. Finally, your new lord was here.
The man made others wait for him. You had been gathered in the courtyard for hours, under an unusually bright sun. The air was warm. A golden, beautiful summer day to say goodbye to a beautiful, golden woman.
Your dress clung to your skin, the garment heavy and restricting. Despite being made of soft cotton, you still felt hot and sweaty. You missed shorts and miniskirts. Fucking purity culture.
Fuck the Middle Ages, too. For they had taken Rhea. It had not been cruel enough, to make her suffer scorn and ridicule from her husband, they had to take her too. She would have prospered in a modern world.
Some nights, searching for a solution, you thought of taking her back with you,
The row of servants in front of you lowered. You bent your knee, keeping your eyes lowered. It was about time. Your hips and legs were starting to get sore. Hopefully, you would be overlooked.
Rhea’s husband would surely want to replace some servants in favor of his most trusted people. He was an important man, or so you had gathered. She avoided mentioning him, often unhappy.
A Prince. He should have given her the world. He had arrived too late.
The servants kept quiet, organized in neat little rows. You waited for the command to rise, but none came.
Instead, an angry voice, and the unmistakable sound of boots stomping on rock.
“Bring forth the girl!”
A brave guard stepped forward. You heard his armor cling and clang, and you shivered. You hated the sound of metal scratching against metal. It did something funny to your teeth.
You kept your eyes trained on the floor. You were not supposed to look nobles in the eye, in these times. Rhea had taught you that, and all you knew about manners here.
“Which girl, my Prince?” The guard asked. You didn’t recognize his voice. Rhea kept a scarce household. She hadn’t like the fuzz her husband always brought.
Most of the guards she had were outside the castle, and they didn't mix with the servants. They were bastards or second sons of minor houses, who thought themselves too above you. Rhea didn't care enough about them to worry about it.
“The one she cared about.” The man answered, and you shrank down on yourself. Your uneasiness was turning into fear. Who else could he be referring to, but you?
The servants started muttering among themselves. None dared answer Rhea’s husband. They all knew he was referring to you, but were hesitant on betraying you.
“Well?” He asked, tapping his foot against the floor.
A beat of silence. You kept your eyes down. Finally, the guard spoke. His voice was shaky.
“She is one of the kitchen maids. The ones in white aprons.”
The boots stomped against the rock once more. Rhea’s husband was on the move, prowling between the rows of servants.
A girl shrieked. You dared not lift your eyes, frozen into the spot.
“Milord… I…” That voice, you knew. It was Mina, one of the girls who worked with you in the kitchens. You peeked out of the corner of your eye, catching the silhouette of a man, grasping a girl roughly by the arm. His back was to you, but by the hard set of his shoulders and the sword hanging at his belt, you could tell he meant business.
Tears started gathering in your eyes. You were afraid. Whatever this man wanted with you, it was not good.
“No, I don’t think so.” He let go of her arm, roughly pushing her away. You quickly looked down, but it was too late. The man was already approaching you.
You saw his boots first. Dark and well polished, unlike those of any guard. You keep your eyes on them. Despite your best attempts, you were starting to shake. Were you not so terrified, you would have thought his voice familiar.
“I am certain I have found my prize.” The man lifted your chin with a finger. You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “Ah. I have. Care to tell me why my wife has left you all she had?”
Your lower lip wobbled. You tried forming words, but none came up. Because the man who was looking at you was a Target version of Matt Smith. Which meant…
“You killed her.” You whispered. Your heart was beating so hard you were afraid he could hear it pounding against your rib cage. You brushed your sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress, trying to dry them.
This was not the Middle Ages, not at all. This was Westeros, a fictional world not meant to exist. And if this was Rhea’s husband, then it meant Rhea, your Rhea, was the wife of Daemon Targaryen. You remembered little about him. But what had struck in your mind about him was that he had killed his wife.
There had been a golden girl, once. And a fool looked at her and thought her bronze.
You should have noticed sooner. You had always found it odd, that Rhea’s priest wore a seven pointed star instead of a cross. She had not been very religious. Other than her, you neverspoke to others about matters deeper than how to cut the potatoes. You had rationalized it as being another symbol of Christianity. After all, they had used a fish as a symbol, once.
Your voice was not low enough for him not to hear, unfortunately. Daemon’s eyes widened. Then, he grabbed at your face, roughly.
“What did you say?”
You glared. The hold he had on you was too painful for you to even whisper a word. You pushed at him, trying to get him off you, but his grip was strong. He laughed, amused.
“My, aren’t you a willful thing?” Daemon pushed you towards a guard. “Seize her and place her in my chambers. We have a lot to talk about.”
The guard, the same one that had said you were a kitchen maid, caught you.
“My Prince, if what you say is true and your wife left Runestone to her….”
Had she? Brilliant, crazy woman. Passing over her husband's claim. You weren't sure you wanted the responsibility of being a Lady, but you weren't about to complain. The position would provide you with comforts unlike any other.
“That's utter madness, and you know it.” Daemon took you from the guard's arms, roughly holding you by the shoulders. You started to struggle immediately. “A serving girl cannot inherit.”
“But a bastard can.” Another guard pitched in, stepping forward. His hand was at his belt, ready to draw a sword. Mutters broke out among the crowd, the servants on the verge of a riot. “The Lady called her sister.”
“Well, then. If you don't act against your Lady…” Daemon took a pair of manacles from the guard's belt and grabbed at your wrists. “I will.”
You screamed and kicked, trying to get back to the safety of the crowd. If the guards thought you were their Lady, you were not going to complain. Not if it meant this psychopath let go of you. You still remember one of the last scenes of the season. The decapitation of the guy who called Rhaenyra a whore.
“Let go of me, you asshole!” You pushed at Daemon, and he cursed in a language you didn’t understand. Valyrian. Old, or High, or whatever the name of what Targaryens spoke. He cuffed one of your wrists, then the other. You screamed louder.
The guards moved, as if to step in. They had taken your resistance as an order. Those men had been ready once, to defend Rhea. Willing to kill for their Lady. Now, they were willing to kill for you.
Daemon could sense it too. The air was charged, a fight about to break out. One he wouldn’t win. Not against that many guards. Not against the servants, who looked ready to raise in arms for one of their own. He had to do something drastic.
He took his sword out and pulled you towards him by the cuffs. Your back hit his chest, hard enough for it to hurt. Your wrists, trapped between you and him, ached. But Daemon seemed to pay no mind to the pain. He raised the sword in front of you, keeping the guards away.
The guards exchanged looks. One gestured at the others. Daemon placed the tip of the sword at your neck. You blinked back tears.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that. One wrong move, and your Lady dies.” His voice was calm, too calm. You remembered the battle at the Stepstones, and whimpered.
The guards stepped forward anyway. Daemon dug the blade deeper into your throat, until you felt it pierce skin. You raised your hand, palm extended in front of you. The universal halt gesture.
“Good girl.” Daemon pulled the blade slightly back. Then, in a raised voice. “Caraxes!”
A deafening roar shook the courtyard. A big shadow made the servants cower in fear, and duck for cover. You looked up and right in front of your eyes, there was a dragon.
It was a gigantic, red beast, that looked much like a reptile. It felt surreal to watch, as the man holding you hostage ordered it to land and stand guard. You didn't oppose resistance when he started to tug you towards the inside of Runestone.
“Come, Lady Cuffs.”
No one moved to help you. Daemon Tragaryen had played his trump card. He might not own Runestone, he might not be the King. But he had a dragon.
“You and I have much to speak about.” He said, as he locked the door to Rhea’s chambers behind him. Daemon pushed you to the bed, making you bounce on the mattress.
“I have nothing to say to you!” You screamed, as you scrambled back. Your back hit the pillows. They still smelt like Rhea. It made you want to cry. You wished you could roll around in her scent, disappear beneath her covers.
“I happen to disagree.” Daemon sat down at the edge of the bed. You tried to kick at him, but his hand caught your foot before it could make contact. His grip on you was punishing. It felt as if he wanted to crush the delicate bones there.
“I have nothing to say to a killer.”
“I would like to know how you found out, Lady Cuffs.” A bit more pressure on your ankle, enough to be sure that they would bruise. It doesn’t have the intended effect. You are too blinded by his admission to be able to worry about your pain. You are angrier now. Did he have the nerve to admit it to your face?
You want him to hurt. To feel the same fear that's suffocating you, that forms a knot in your throat and doesn't let you breathe. The same fear Rhea must have felt, helpless, as he killed her. Monster. Monster. God awful monster.
“You killed her. You killed her, but know what? It doesn't matter because you are going to die!” And you are not thinking, of course. You just want to see him suffer. The consequences of what you are saying don’t cross your mind, at all.
“Oh?” Daemon looks amused. To him, your threats are empty. He is so privileged and self-assured, he probably thinks it’s like a giant getting threatened by an ant. It annoys you more because you are being serious.
Even if she was a supporting character in a fictional world, to you, Rhea had been a friend. More. And it had felt real, what you had lived with her so far. Were it not for Daemon’s arrival, you would have still thought you were in the Middle Ages and not Westeros. This has been your life for the past two years. She had been yours. And he had taken it all away.
“I googled it! I remember. Your nephew, the one with the eye patch. You die fighting him. And I hope it hurts, plummeting to your death from…”
It fills you with satisfaction, speaking those words. But he is not taking you seriously. You want, no, need, to twist the knife deeper.
“My nephew?” Daemon echoes, mouth agape at your outburst. Still, the smirk doesn’t leave. He seems amused by what he believes to be the ramblings of a madwoman.
“Aegon, Aemond what’s his name! You are going to die, and it’s all pointless, but you will rot in that lake.”
“Oh?” Daemon arches an eyebrow, on the verge of laughing. You glare.
“And you will marry that little girl! The one who is the daughter of Corlys… Something! And she dies too, and it will be her dragon that kills you!”
It's that, what makes his face change. From amusement, to disbelief. Daemon steps forward, hand cupping your cheek. His thumb taps at your bottom lip, twice.
“So you are a dreamer. A pretty one, for a Royce.” His thumb caresses your mouth as if you are nothing more than cattle, ready for his inspection. When he tries prying open your mouth, you bite him. And not in a sexy, playful way. In a hurtful way. Daemon takes his thumb away, and winces, before continuing. “I had told no one of my intentions with Lady Laena.”
Your heart sinks. A dreamer. A fancy way of saying witch, you guessed. Or seer. His expression is greedy, enough so you know what he will say next.
“This will please my brother, for we can keep the Vale and gain a dreamer. You will no longer be a bastard, girl. Rejoice.”
“What?” The change of topic confuses you. You are not a bastard because such a thing didn’t exist in your time. Rhea apparently put you in her will, and that means something to these people. But will or not, Westeros is a feudal society. Big thing about feudalism? There are no rags-to-riches stories because there is no social class mobility.
“You will be my wife, of course. It’s as your sister wished.” At that, you kick at him with your other foot, hard. The nerve. The nerve to threaten you so. After he killed Rhea. No way you are marrying him.
You curse all those times you read those spicy romance novels. The ones with the mafia boyfriends, like 365 DNI or those Wattpad stories you used to read. Or the ones where the girl is sold into an arranged marriage. As the protagonist of one, you are starting to feel like it's not very fun.
Absurd, where the mind might go to protect herself. From the memories, and the pain. Rhea. Dead, by his hand. While your mind whirls and jokes around.
“You are insane and I hate you!” It's not very creative. But your entire world has shifted in a matter of hours. You deserve a freak-out. “I will never be your wife, you monster!” You kick at him some more, but he catches both of your ankles and drags you through the bed and towards him.
“Oh, Lady Cuffs. You flatter me.”
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The Hunger Games Characters' Godly Parents if They were in PJO/ HoO
I saw this thread on Twitter giving Olympian parents to THG characters, since the PJO series just got out and TBOSAS/ THG is also popular right now. So, I'd like give this a shot (but only the twelve Olympians as depicted in the PJO/ HoO books) since I think some characters would have godly parents different from what they assigned to them. ALSO, I think it's pretty fun! :))
Main Characters:
Katniss Everdeen, Daughter of Hera
Hera, goddess of women, marriage, childbirth, and love of family
Despite being pushed to hunt and kill, and successfully becoming the symbol of revolution, we know Katniss never wanted any of the violence and attention she had to go through.
Katniss would do anything for her family, even if it meant being the tribute for District 12 when her sister got picked.
Katniss said having a family would be nice if the games did not exist, and she and Peeta did start a family after everything.
Katniss would choose, and fight for, peace for her family.
Being the symbol of something as significant as revolution also meant being an inspiration to all women and raising the status of women in the society.
Peeta Mellark, Son of Apollo
Apollo, god of music, poetry, dance, truth, prophecy, healing, plague, archery, reason, sun, and light
Peeta, despite being kind, chill, and relatively quiet, is rather crafty and cunning, as seen in his camouflaging skill and his if-it-weren't-for-the-baby schtick.
Peeta can also be strong when needed, as seen several times in the way he survived, fought for and with Katniss, and even in his temper when pushed too far.
Peeta is also sweet and rather romantic, as he can also be portrayed as a lover boy in the way he declared he loves Katniss live on shows.
Lucy Gray Baird, Daughter of Aphrodite
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, desire, passion, pleasure, and fertility
Despite being an orphan, being different, and even being weird to many people, Lucy Gray is always loved by many.
Lucy Gray managed to be in good terms with the peacekeepers in District 12 that she was not stopped when she sang after being reaped, and to get the support of many people, even in the Capitol, even when she was seen as too small and weak to win the games.
Lucy Gray also charmed Coryo to the point that he was convinced that they were similar and unique.
Despite being seen as too small and weak to fight, Lucy Gray is charming, clever, and knows her way in the wild enough to escape Coryo.
Lucy Gray remains in Coryo's mind even after everything.
Coriolanus Snow, Son of Zeus
Zeus, lord of Olympus, god of thunder, lightning, sky, kingship, honor, and justice
Coryo is ambitious and never settles for anything less than absolute power.
Coryo, despite the house of Snow falling after the war, was still convinced that he was above everyone and he deserved the glory, honor, and success all others got.
Coryo also willingly betrays those he claimed he loved if it meant rising to power.
Due to how everything ended with Lucy Gray, Coryo grew to hate everything that reminded him of her, but he still wants to be reminded of her so that he can never forget his mistake.
Despite being cunning, Coryo also grew to hate traps in a forest because of how his father died, to the point of being paranoid.
When he did rise to power, Coryo enjoyed luxury and raised the stakes of the game for absolute entertainment.
There's more for the supporting characters here. "Keep Reading" if you'd like to see more :))
Supporting Characters:
Cinna, Son of Athena
Athena, goddess of wisdom, intelligence, brilliance, civilization, mathematics, strategy, defensive warfare, crafts, arts, and skills
Cinna is a fashion genius who uses his work to express his emotions and his defiance to the Capitol.
Cinna was also able to hide his allegiance with the rebels to the point that no one knew if he was still with the Capitol or with the rebellion, even when he was already truly part of the rebellion.
Cinna had always been kind, caring, and supportive, especially to Katniss, while still vehemently opposing the Capitol behind the facades.
Effie Trinket, Daughter of Aphrodite
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, desire, passion, pleasure, and fertility
Effie can be seen as shallow, posh, and too much of a Capitol citizen, but she eventually grows out of the illusions of Capitol and realizes everything was a sham.
Effie holds manners, etiquette, and perfection above all, but is also often bright and bubbly, much like many, if not all, of the citizens of Capitol.
Effie is also known for her extravagant and unique fashion.
It can be said that it is her attachment, bond, and love for Katniss and Peeta that made her fully realize the evilness of the Capital and eventually caused her to side with the rebellion.
Haymitch Abernathy, Son of Dionysus
Dionysus, god of grape-harvest, wine, orchards, fertility, madness, parties, religious ecstasy, and theater
Haymitch is known for being quite unapproachable, sarcastic, and unfriendly, but is actually capable of caring and taking control of his own impulses and temper.
Haymitch, aside from caring for and adoring Katniss and Peeta, is also quite observant, smart, and tactical that he actually helps them before, during, and after the games through setting up how they should keep appearances for sponsors and support, and how to stay alive.
Haymitch also helped them in the rebellion, not just in how to win but also by being a great father-figure and/ or friend for support.
Haymitch also openly hates the Capitol and tunes out of reality through liquor.
Tigris, Daughter of Aphrodite
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, desire, passion, pleasure, and fertility
Tigris is widely known for her love for fashion and for being a great stylist in the Capitol.
Tigris' passion for clothes lead her to leave university to pursue fashion.
Despite being a Snow and growing up in the Capitol, Tigris is incredibly kind, sympathetic, understanding, forgiving, generous, and loving.
Because of her overall kindness, Tigris abhors the Hunger Games, even when Coryo rose to power.
Tigris' love for her cousin and family, Coryo, turned to hate when he took absolute power; so much so that she became happy when the rebellion planned to kill him.
Sejanus Plinth, Son of Apollo
Apollo, god of music, poetry, dance, truth, prophecy, healing, plague, archery, reason, sun, and light
Sejanus was known to be kind and gentle, and to hate the Capitol, the Hunger Games, and how the people from the district were treated.
Sejanus often spoke up for humanity, and reasoned against the necessity and cruelty of the Hunger Games.
Sejanus hated the Capitol so much that he wanted to return to District 2, though both areas disliked their family as neither believed they fit in their area.
When he became a peacekeeper, Sejanus wanted to be medic because he hated violence.
Sejanus' fate can be said as the unravelling of Coryo and Lucy Gray, and the seed of President Snow's downfall.
Volumnia Gaul, Daughter of Athena
Athena, goddess of wisdom, intelligence, brilliance, civilization, mathematics, strategy, defensive warfare, crafts, arts, and skills
Gaul is widely known as the head gamemaker, the academy's professor, a researcher, scientist, and geneticist.
Gaul is known for her cruelty and viciousness, especially as the head gamemaker of the Hunger Games.
Gaul praises those who impress her, and interesting ideas from her students lead to her asking them for a paper or proposal that may or may not be used to improve the games.
Gaul often implies that the games are there to remind people of their true nature, similar to how people became during the war; thus, effectively replicating, if not extending, the war.
Casca Highbottom, Son of Ares
Ares, god of war, rage, bloodlust, and courage
Highbottom is known as the dean of the academy who, in his university days, crafted the Hunger Games when he got drunk with Crassus Snow, Coryo's father, and they were assigned to create a punishment for enemies so extreme that they will never forget their mistake.
Highbottom's idea of Hunger Games was submitted by Crassus as a project, and he regarded this as a betrayal never to be forgiven, especially when Gaul officially brought the games to reality.
Though he regrets the Hunger Games, Highbottom continues to play his part as the face of the games and by overseeing the mentorship program.
Highbottom excelled at puzzles, hence his idea for their assignment; but it can also be said that he has an affinity to war, though he heavily dislikes it, because of their experience.
Primrose Everdeen, Daughter of Hestia
Hestia, goddess of hearth, warmth, fire, home, family, domesticity and the state
Primrose, the younger sister of Katniss, is known to be very kind, gentle, and delicate that she was even said to have a talent for healing.
Primrose was said to love all living creatures, regardless of how they look like, and she was always inclined to stay with their mother even through the worst times.
Primrose also took care of their mother, even fixing her hair despite being unresponsive, and cleaned off dust on their late father's mirror because she knows he hated dust.
Gale Hawthorne, Son of Hephaestus
Hephaestus, god of fire, volcanoes, forges, blacksmiths, technology, craftsmen, and sculptors
Gale is known to be Katniss' best friend as they both grew up in District 12, the coal mining district, together.
Gale is quick to anger, and Katniss keeps him in check.
Gale also hates the Capitol and does not hesitate to sacrifice some lives if it meant the success of the rebellion.
Gale became the leader figure of the rebellion and so he made tactics to win the war.
Gale is also rather idealistic, and he burns with fire and passion especially in the rebellion
Clemensia Dovecote, Daughter of Athena
Athena, goddess of wisdom, intelligence, brilliance, civilization, mathematics, strategy, defensive warfare, crafts, arts, and skills
Clemensia is implied to be rather smart and quite competitive, as she and Coryo were buddies (and partners) in studying and projects.
Clemensia was also shown to be responsible as she always wanted to contribute in group works.
Clemensia's attitude after being bitten by the snake was thought to be off from her usual kind and humble self, as she became hysterical.
Grandma'am, Daughter of Demeter
Demeter, goddess of agriculture, harvest, grain, and fertility
Grandma'am thought very highly of their status as the family of Snows, and so she greatly cared for both Coryo and Tigris.
Grandma'am, while severely looking down on anything and anyone related to the districts, was also known to be fussy and maintained the need for civilities despite going through hardships.
Caesar Flickerman, Son of Hermes
Hermes, messenger of the gods, god of merchants, commerce, trade, roads, travel, diplomacy, gymnasiums, athletes, orators, thieves, and invention
Caesar is the master of ceremonies and the host of the later Hunger Games.
Caesar helps the tributes by bringing out the best in them to get more sponsors that can allow them to survive better in the games.
Caesar is also known to be rather positive and entertaining, and so he is well-liked in the Capitol.
It is also notable how he feels sympathy for the tributes, hence, his initiative to help them gain sponsors.
Rue, Daughter of Apollo
Apollo, god of music, poetry, dance, truth, prophecy, healing, plague, archery, reason, sun, and light
Rue was always excited about the thought of adventures, and she loved music and singing with mockingjays.
Rue was known to be kind and gentle, and her being the eldest meant she took care of her siblings.
Rue also helped heal Katniss, and she was quick to trust her after they established alliance.
Finnick Odair, Son of Aphrodite
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, desire, passion, pleasure, and fertility
Finnick is widely known to be charming and handsome, and he knows this, so he makes almost anyone love him.
Finnick is also rather easy to be with and easy to talk to, which might lead anyone to think he is shallow, but in reality, there is so much more to him and about him.
Finnick's charm might also lead people to think he goes around with anyone and everyone, but he is only in love with his partner, Annie, and would very much prefer to only be with her, if not for their circumstances.
Johanna Mason, Daughter of Ares
Ares, god of war, rage, bloodlust, and courage
Johanna is most known for her being outspoken and unafraid to show her rage towards the Quarter Quell.
Johanna's victory in her Hunger Games was associated to her cleverness.
Johanna can also be seen as impatient and cruel, but this can be seen as her way of protecting her vulnerability and trauma from everything.
Plutarch Heavensbee, Son of Athena
Athena, goddess of wisdom, intelligence, brilliance, civilization, mathematics, strategy, defensive warfare, crafts, arts, and skills
Plutarch is known to be of unparalleled intelligence and to be manipulative.
Plutarch, described by Snow as "brilliant", was trusted by Snow to be a trusted and valuable ally, even when in reality, he was already working with the rebellion.
Plutarch is also an exceptional strategist, though he can also be seen as ruthless as he was not bothered by the deaths of both the games nor the war.
#the hunger games#thg#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo hoo#ballad of songbirds and snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#pjo x thg
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yoohyeon gf headcanons
TW: cursing
you've been crossing paths for years now
she never dared to talk to you
she's not very good at keeping secrets so you knew she had a crush on you, but you were too timid to make a move
literally started dating just because sua appeared one day, tapped your shoulder and went "my friend has had the biggest crush on you for like four years so can i get your number?"
she was and is the shyest
does dorky stuff and gets embarrassed afterwards as if she wasn't a member of dreamcatcher
she depends on moods, one days she wakes up and decides she doesn't need you or your affection, and just goes about her day with her independence
other days she's literally a leech and you have her over you all the time
those are your favorite days
you make fun of her because she wakes up at seven am to read economy books and drink coffee with jazz music on the background
but you just make fun of her cause you can't assume to her face you actually find that really attractive
she doesn't like being teased by you tho
you're her partner, so naturally she's more vulnerable with you
yoohyeon needs to hear you say that she's doing great, that she's smart, that you love her and all of those beautiful qualities
so she gets all pouty when you call her clumsy
it's not to pick up on her, she really is clumsy
but people exaggerates it, she's actually the brain of the relationship
you love to watch her while she reads, studies or practices an instrument
more than anything, you love to listen to her singing
virgin mariah (carey) borrowed her voice to her i swear
pie is actually your partner, you know no kim yoohyeon
no zoophilia tho
i mean you go around with the little friend everywhere all the time
she shuts down when she gets mad
when we pull up you know it's a shut down
she didn't grow up in an environment in which she seemed to be able to talk about her feelings, so when she's angry or sad, she doesn't let it out
even tho you have talked with her about it and tried to create a space for her to open up, it's just not in her
she does try, and you're thankful for that
so a lot of fights cause you never know what's going on in her head
so many deep talks about growing as humans, finding your true selves, being nice and loving people, selfishness and how to get rid of it, and another similar stuff
her brain, the small part you understand, fascinates you
she sees the world in another light, a kinder and more liberating light
she may be up to an open relationship but let's be honest who would be stupid enough to not GATEKEEP this woman
idc about sounding toxic, she's fucking yours
she is very sexually sensitive, horny 24/7
you go on trips all the time cause she loves to travel, so even if it's just an hour in car, you go exploring the world together
she prefers going out for dates, but if you propose her a gaming night, she'll ditch everything for it
the first time she stayed at your house for more than a night was because she didn't want to go till she'd win a game in lol
when you're sad or upset she panics
she doesn't even know how to deal with her own emotions, how would she deal with someone else's?
she just gives you your space when you're mad and then tries to talk when you're calmer
when you're sad she hugs you and while she thinks of something else that may help you, you just get better
don't get the wrong idea, yoohyeon and you have the deepest bond you two has ever had with anyone, you two are best friends
yeah, you were hot, and yeah, she may have thought a few times about you as her partner, but before even calling yourself her anything she needed to be sure you were her friend
she did kiss you and more during that becoming friends period, she's not very patient, she already waited for years, don't judge the woman!
if you two don't think the same in social/political/existential topics that may cause fights too
she says sweet nothings to you in like eleven different languages
and that's so fucking hot, be thankful
she likes that you are polite and smart the most
you both support each other in all of your projects, and that's something yoohyeon values deeply from you
she literally supports you in everything, you could appear and be like "baby i want to tattoo a goat screaming on my forehead" and she'll be like "if that makes you happy…"
she loves you so much she could explode
calls you "baby", "jagi", "honey"
she melts a little everytime you call her absolutely any pet name, she does have a weak heart for "puppy" for some reason
getting lost in her smile and her getting shy cause you're staring too much
she stares at you literally any moment you're not looking in her direction
getting teased by the members all the damn time
you belong with her, you both just know
—O—O—
no one asks me dreamcatcher pieces anymore (my requests are closed btw, please leave me alone, i have so much to write already) so i had to take this matter in my own hands and i did this.
just wanted to clarify that yoohyeon is my girlfriend and i did this for my own maladaptive daydreaming, so don't be looking at other people's women.
—ica.
#kpop imagines#kpop#dreamcatcher scenarios#dreamcatcher imagines#dreamcatcher#dreamcatcher x reader#dreamcatcher yoohyeon#dreamcatcher reactions#dreamcatcher headcanons#kim yoohyeon#yoohyeon#yoohyeon imagines#yoohyeon reactions#yoohyeon headcanons#yoohyeon x reader
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Chapter 20 - Better to leave each other speechless [Chishiya x Reader]
Chishiya didn't really understand how his words had made you feel.
He had said them as if they were no big deal and he was just stating a fact, using a similar tone one would employ to comment on the weather. "Oh, it's cloudy today." Same, same.
But for you, the world looked different. The sun shone brighter. The sky was bluer. The desolation and pain of this world reduced to mere annoyances.
He still drove you crazy, both in a good and a bad way. You still didn't know what it was that you were - you had kissed twice, after all, and you had dates with whom you had shared more physical intimacy than that - but he had told you both, that he loved you and that he couldn't imagine his life without you in it… which was a lot more personal, deep and real, wasn't it?
If he was surprised you were in such a good mood, he didn't ask.
He probably knew.
You had gone searching for new clothes to wear, the ones you had ruined and torn apart by trying to escape the King of Spades, and he had found a white hoodie again. Not like the one you knew and loved and had met him with, but almost. Apart from it, he was now wearing a black t-shirt and trousers of the same color.
"You look very good." You had told him, seeing him wearing it for the first time, giving his look a double thumbs up as a sign of approval.
He had eyed you up and down, a few times, a half smile present on his lips.
"You look ferociously beautiful."
You then mumbled something that sounded remotely similar to a thank you and hid your face behind a curtain of your hair.
At that point, you were almost below the gargantuan image of the Jack of Hearts, which apparently took place in a penitentiary center, or so the blonde had said. You didn't know what kind of game it would be, but you had been guessing, your nerves increasing as you got closer.
"Picture this." Chishiya nodded, dividing his attention between what you were saying and checking you didn't hit or trip over anything, since you were walking backwards, few steps in front of him, to be able to look at his face while you were speaking. "It's a game of hearts, so they are going to play with out emotions. Therefore, they cloned us. And they will make you choose, like, who is the real one? But she's identical, she even has the same birthmarks…"
"Do you have a birthmark?"
"Yes, on my hip, but that's not the point. So you would have to ask her… to ask it questions, until you know. Otherwise, you would kill me and then my clone would kill you, so it's game over for the two of us."
"That's easy for me. Your clone probably hasn't been exposed to your mother tongue enough to speak it like a native."
He was no fun.
"Imagine it has."
"Then I would ask her to tell me what is her favorite part of Shrek."
"The donkey and the dragon getting together is everybody's favorite part of Shrek."
He chuckled at that, it being a catalyst for you to smile.
"How would you do it?"
"Hm?" You were just staring at his beautiful face and couldn't even remember what the conversation was about. "Ah, tell you apart from your clone?"
"Yes."
"Hm… I don't really know. I couldn't ask it about your personal life, because I really don't know much about it either way…"
"What do you want to know?"
You stopped walking abruptly, and squinted your eyes.
"Who are you and what have you done with Chishiya?"
"Just ask."
You thought for a second. What did you want to know about him? Well, apart from pretty much everything.
"Why do you want to become a doctor?"
"My father worked in the medicine field. It was natural for me to follow his footsteps."
"There has to be something else!"
"I also wanted to see if helping people would make me care more about life."
"And did it?"
"Now it's my turn to ask a question."
You wrinkled your nose, experiencing sharp pain for a second when doing it. It was healing a lot slower than you would have liked, but at least the bruises surrounding it were now a pale yellow, almost unnoticeable unless one would get too close.
Both of you were standing in the middle of the street, facing each other, but it was still a weirdly intimate situation.
"Let's hear it." You agreed.
"Your parents are still together, from what I have gathered, aren't they?"
"Depends on the day, the week, the month and the alignment of the stars. They were very in love when I was a kid, but it was tumultuous. Now… They are together, but I think it is because they do not know how to live without the other person."
"I take it that's not your idea of love."
"Of course not. I'm a hopeless romantic. What's the point of love if it doesn't burn, if it doesn't feel like a lightning bolt through every cell of your being? I would want to meet someone that I never get tired of seeing in the morning. Can you imagine, waking up and being like "oh, it's you again"? Sounds depressing."
"Have you met that someone already?"
"Well, yeah, you."
He looked at you, startled, even flustered. He didn't expect that.
To be honest, you didn't either. The words had just come out of your mouth, and there had been no thought process behind them.
His smirk reappeared within seconds.
"Are you saying you could wake up every single day of your life next to me and never get tired of doing it?"
"I said what I said, draw your own conclusions. Also, my life could end this afternoon, so you should hope I don't get tired of you before that." Your words sounded angry, if only because you really didn't want him messing with you regarding that particular topic. They were your Achilles' heel, your feelings for him. You really, really, needed to learn to think before you spoke.
He lifted both hands, still smiling.
"No need to get so defensive. Plus…" He took a step closer to you. And then another, until your could almost feel his breath on your lips. "I don't think I could get tired of you, either. And I have yet to see that birthmark you mentioned."
And just like that, he kept walking.
You were left standing there, eyes closed, lips parted and moving, waiting for that kiss.
Until you realized it wasn't happening, and sprinted behind him.
He was laughing, and as good as it felt to hear him do that, you were outraged.
"You're going to pay for this!"
#chishiya x fem!reader#chishiya x reader#chishiya fanfic#chishiya angst#chishiya#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya x you#chishiya x y/n#shuntaro chishiya#shuntaro chishiya x reader#chishiya shuntaro#aib chishiya#chishiya fluff#chishiya fic#shuntaro#Spotify#as much as you want
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𝚔𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚔𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!
oh no it's time for their interrogation. but yay, as i said earlier, we're getting closer to the end of t1!
thanks for sending questions for them btw, i appreciate it <3
Q.01. When was your first love?
Kei: I thought you saw me as someone who doesn't know anything about love?
Eiko: Not so long ago.
Q.02. Is there someone you want to see right now?
Kei: Yes.
Eiko: I wish I could say yes, but I'm afraid this person wouldn't be happy to see me.
Q.03. How do you choose what clothes to wear?
Kei: Whatever makes me look even better than I already do is fine~
Eiko: It depends on a lot of things, such as weather, who I'm going with, my mood, etc..
Q.04. What would your ideal date be like?
Kei: I'd want my date to be as fun as it can be! But just staying at my (or my partner's) home sounds nice too.
Eiko: I'd want it to be as perfect as possible. I think I would already have everything planned out just in case.
Q.05. What's your relationship with your mother?
Kei: She loves me so much! You know that she loves me more than you, Eiji.
Eiko: She's the head of our family. Of course, I respect her and want to be like her.
Q.06. Which prisoner do you think you're most similar to?
Kei: Eiko and Riku!
Eiko: Shun. I know, I was surprised too.
Q.07. Difference between "like" and "love"?
Kei: I guess you could say that what I usually feel is "like", but not "love"? Though I think I really did love that person.
Eiko: "Like" is only a one-minute distraction from your boring life. "Love" is something you can't live without.
Q.08: The best gift you've ever gotten?
Kei: My first camera. Our dad's friend gave it to me on my tenth birthday, remember?
Eiko: These heart-shaped earrings of mine. My father got them for me. He's a nice man.
Q.09: Do you like your prison uniform?
Kei: I'm not used to being restrained like this, but it's fine. Who knows, maybe it'll turn out that I'm actually into this.
Eiko: I just want to know who designed it. Was it you, Eiji-kun?
Q.010: Do you think you would be a good partner?
Kei: I know I'm not perfect, but at least my partner would never get bored with someone like me.
Eiko: I'm beautiful, smart, I have a good sense of humor.. What else can you ask for?
Q.011: Do you like any of your body parts?
Kei: Do you want me to write a list or something?
Eiko: I think all of them are beautiful, but I especially like my legs.
Q.012: What will you do if you get a guilty verdict?
Kei: I will laugh in your face because it means that you really are just like me, Eiji.
Eiko: Nothing. As I said, you can do whatever you want, it's not like you'll be able to change my mind.
Q.013: Is there a prisoner that you like?
Kei: Shun and Eiko. I can just feel that connection we have between us!
Eiko: Yurika is very cute. But you're definitely cuter than her, Eiji-kun.
Q.014: Are you satisfied with your gender?
Kei: I think I am? Though I'm sure I would look good as a woman too.
Eiko: My life would be harder if I was a man, so yes.
Q.015: What do you think about pain?
Kei: Hurting the people you love is the best way to express affection. That's what our mom always said, remember?
Eiko: Well, it's not a good thing, that's for sure. But sometimes people do need to feel pain so that they can learn from their mistakes.
#if shun and naomi's interrogation had a lot of questions about family and children#this interrogation mostly has questions about love and romance#YES NOW WE HAVE YOSHIOKA FAMILY LORE TOO.#i find it so interesting how kei and eiko's theme is idealization and#eiko is like. she expects everything to be perfect and thinks she's perfect herself#meanwhile kei is like “eh i'm not perfect but i'm not worried about it”#now i'm not saying that you should read the fifth question and the last question and compare kei's answers#but if you want to understand what was going on in kei and eiji's family.. maybe you should#✍️interrogations! ✍️#🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓#💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎#milgram#milgram oc#milgram project
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2022 MOVIE OF THE WEEK #29
jurassic world: dominion. this one was not previously on my list. i watched the first jurassic world in theaters but even now haven’t the seen the second one--the first one took the world to such a monster movie/horror place that i was not a fan. but @actuallylukedanes loves this one and wanted me to see it, so it was our most recent hangout film. and there was a lot i liked about it!
to get it out of the way, though, here’s what i didn’t like: the continued focus on dinosaurs as monsters, by taking the story to an extreme that forced humans and dinosaurs to be sharing the same lands, along with dinosaurs from different eras that weren’t meant to coexist. dinosaur fights-to-the-death, dinosaur ‘dog fights,’ and most scenes where carnivorous dinosaurs had to be hurt or killed so the human characters could survive.
i logically agreed with, and completely understood, leander reminding me that the humans were acting defensively. but i flinched anyway whenever the dinosaurs were hurt, and cried through at least one bit where the caption on the dinosaur was ‘whimpers.’ which just tells me i’m not the target audience for movies like this because i can’t shut off the part of me that’s overly sensitive to animals experiencing pain and to me the dinosaurs are animals, who didn’t ask to be brought into a modern world and don’t have nefarious intentions like some humans--they’re just following their instincts.
the plot actually made sense to me, as depressing as i found it. i think we have good reasons to believe that if humans could make dinosaurs, they would do so with terrible consequences, and i think that if we were then forced to coexist with dinosaurs, things like black market breeding and poaching and treating them like an invasive species when we’re the ones who unleashed them...all of that would be likely. and sad.
i could see what the filmmakers were going for with the beginning and end of the movie though (we watched the extended cut) in showing a more peaceful coexistence and the beauty of all kinds of dinosaurs--i just don’t think that wrecking everything for the whole rest of the movie was the only or best way to be able to then contrast a happy ending. like, ‘we broke it, everything’s horrible now...oh look we fixed it, isn’t that nice?’ felt as much like a way to revel in the horror bits as a path to the conclusion. and personally, i would’ve been happy with less horror bits--but again, i accept that i’m not who the movie was trying to entertain.
all that having been said, i enjoyed this movie more than i could have. i’m not a chris pratt fan and just sort of waited out the parts that were centered around him...luckily for me his importance was mostly based in his created family, and i liked maisie in a ‘teenage girl who’s trying to figure out if she exists’ way--i connected with a similar storyline on btvs when i was a teen so it’s one that will always resonate with me. i’ve never loved bryce dallas howard much in anything (i’ve got no problems with her, i just can never seem to connect with characters she plays), but she gives great final girl energy here.
and by far, the best of what this movie has to offer comes from the return of the original trio. not only is it a super fun reunion in every combination, with the actors sparkling at each other across their genuine AND fictional history, but once everybody comes together--new cast and old, totally random rebel pilot ally 1000% included in what makes this movie better--the ensemble is really better than its parts.
you get maisie constantly witnessing ellie/alan tension, kayla basically rolling her eyes at alan and owen sharing a Protective Men Moment, and (one of my true favorite parts of the whole film) ellie and claire giving up on ian’s attempts to tell them how to destroy a thing--just going full feral and taking it out with violence instead. the layers to that of wordless teamwork and men being useless and those two women in particular being so. very. done. with near-death experiences...i loved it deeply.
the ways they mixed and matched the new and old characters was full of so much potential, i actually think the movie’s need for constant action held that back. it could have been even better than one-line nods to shared trauma and fanboys of science, but the story they were telling just didn’t have room for (and wasn’t interested in) slowing down to explore and indulge in that. i would have enjoyed as much extra depth as they’d given us, if they’d gone that way.
i would watch this movie again, though, and it is the only jurassic world one i feel that way about. i would also happily watch a spinoff movie starring kayla (which i guess is a thing that might happen?), who didn’t just hold her own in this very white established world but came in and took up space and made it better. honorable mention also to dichen lachman, who i love in everything and whose character survived this movie and could theoretically therefore be a returning villain in a future spinoff.
honestly, give me the ellie & maisie & kayla & dichen lachman post-disaster dinosaur movie i deserve! but in the meantime, i’m glad i saw this.
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!
NAME: Lu
PRONOUNS: She / Her
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I typically use Discord because it’s like the only social media place I’m pretty decent at checking my messages on. I’m so damn bad at checking my Instagram and Tiktok DM’s omg-
NAME OF MUSE(S): Look, I have too many to list so let’s just say I have something stupid like 40+ muses because I’m a dumbass who likes writing too many characters I guess!
RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I’ve been roleplaying since 2009 so about 13 years by now! For Tumblr, this year is actually my 10th anniversary! Feels kinda weird to think about how I’ve been on this hellsite for a decade actually.
BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting my best friends Momo, Miro and Solar on here! They’re the greatest friends anyone could ever ask for and have been there for me through thick and thin!!!
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: People who struggle to tell the difference between IC and OOC. I understand it’s part of underlying mental disorders but it makes me extremely uncomfortable and people like that are almost relying on me to make them feel better by living out their, often times with people like that, VERY self-inserty fantasies. Just please know fiction vs reality because if you don’t I just don’t feel comfortable with that. People asking for my big tiddy ladies to immediately fall in love with their muse is also a little uncomfortable because I know by now why they’re rushing a romance so fast lol Happened once with Ei/Raiden Shogun on a server where a dude wanted to rush right to smut and that was an uncomfy time.
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Fluff and angst for sure! I like smut but I’m very insecure in my smut writing so I just feel like I’m shit while everyone else writes such beautiful smut like??? Anyway! I just love fluff with my angsty muses in particular because damn it they deserve some fluff! And then shoving angst on my fluffy muses because I’m a sick son of a bitch I guess.
PLOTS OR MEMES: Both!!! Depends on the muse though because there are some muses where plotting with them turns my brain to static.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I honestly prefer long replies for long term RP’s. Short term is fun for some crack of course but long term? It’s just easier for me to write a paragraph or two than simple sentences.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: Ugh I’m so weird and I get the most energy to write at like 1 AM for some reason.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Out of all my muses, I say I’m most like Kakyoin and Yuuri Katsuki. Like Yuuri, I’ve struggled my whole life with major anxiety disorder along with just general insecurity for what I haven’t been able to accomplish at my age but seeing Yuuri show me that I can accomplish anything even with my issues really gave me a lot of hope when I needed it most! Kakyoin on the other hand, I had a similar social life as him as a kid where I was basically cut off from others so I deeply relate to his deep loyalty towards his first real friends and all that! :D
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Tagging: @ominasapphirus , @aceparagon , @bishonenprince , @findfortune
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He’s had to sleep with a fat person atleast once because hasn’t he been walking the earth for like a long time? Like historically fat people were looked as wonders because you had to be rich to be morbidity obese. Lucifer is a curious man and would’ve probably slept with them. He likes to see all different kinds of bodies.
Also there cowards for never saying anything about Maze being in a poc body in the 1940’s (likely earlier but I can’t remember when they came,but they came to earth together) Even a comment to Linda during therapy.”I was hurt a lot when I came to earth ,so I put up walls that’s why I don’t let anyone in easily.”
this ask is...hm.
because yes, there are period within history in certain parts of the world wherein fatness was attributed with beauty but. mm. to use the word "morbidly" makes me feel as if you saw that one painting that was popular on tumblr in the early 2010s and stopped learning there. superfat people have, for a very very long time, been mercilessly mocked for their size.
the second paragraph is also a little yikes. for a few reasons.
it's not a "poc body" because "poc" is an acronym. it's not a "person of color body" it's a "body of color." and she's not just a person of color, she's Black (setting aside the like. politics of race probably being different in Hell than on earth in the united states)
lucifer is, primarily, a feel good show. similar to schitts creek or abbott elementary, marginalization certainly plays a PART of these shows but their main focus is not to try and grapple with them. pain is not at the center of their narrative. especially in the show where one of the main character is a cop...it's like, please don't try and grapple with these things. as memory serves they had an episode where race plays a part (keep in mind i have covid and i haven't watched this show in a really long time so my memory is a little fuzzy) but because of the show's content and subject matter it really isn't ABLE to give antiBlackness the space and time it deserves. sometimes shows are just fun and light. that's okay
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So the World Figure Skating Championships are over, and I have many things I have to flail about, so here they are! First of all, ice dance!
Ice dance is usually my fave, and it did not disappoint this year. Chock & Bates are better than they've ever been, I love both their programs this year. They def have my fave rhythm dance this year, and I LOVED the 80s theme for this year's rhythm dance, it's been so much fun seeing what all the teams come up with. (This is the only year I've watched every single team in the rhythm dance because they've all made such fun routines.) I really love how Maddie & Evan have been finding new and different movement in their skating this year, and they have this swagger that's so cool and just says 'look at us, we're confident, we're champions'. I'm really glad they were able to win a world title with a clean skate this time, since they were obviously disappointed about not having that last year.
But for me, Gilles & Poirier were the champions of my heart. Their Wuthering Heights freedance is a masterpiece, and as an english literature nerd, I especially appreciated that they brought out the tension and conflict of the book characters in their dance, as well as the beauty and romance. They really, really got it, in a way a lot of people don't. I wish they would have won the gold, but silver is still a step up from last year, and I think they can still do it next year if they keep getting better and better like they have been. Honestly I didn't love their free dance when I first saw it, but it's grown on me throughout the season, and they've been doing it a little better each time. I finally fell in love with it at Four Continents, it was absolutely breathtaking and they totally blew me away. Even with almost no one in the audience to really give them a reaction at that event, they fucking brought it, and I felt like they were really gonna contend for the title at Worlds after that. I was a little disappointed when they placed third in the rhythm dance, but I knew they would kill in the free, and they totally did. I'm so happy they had such an amazing skate in front of a home crowd at Worlds, and they so utterly deserved to win that free dance! I used to think of them as the weirdos who always did campy stuff, but they've really matured and brought that storytelling sense to deeper, more interesting stuff, and I'm very excited to see what they'll do next.
While I feel that Piper & Paul's freedance at worlds was the performance of the season, my actual favorite freedance in general belongs to Julia Turkkila & Matthias Versluis. It's every bit as much of a masterpiece as Piper and Paul's. So many new, interesting shapes, so perfectly executed, it's modern and ethereal and ugh!! So good!! I really do think Turkkila and Versluis are undermarked most of the time, they have the most perfect posture and carriage and extension of any team out there, and they make their lifts seem to defy gravity and float, that one they open their freedance with is insane, they make it look so effortless, like she doesn't weigh anything, and he's just like, lifting a feather. The cynical part of me wonders if they'd be ranked higher if they were Ice Academy skaters, since it seems like all the Ice Academy teams move up really quickly, regardless of if they've improved that quickly or not. Most of them are very good, but there are a few that don't have the polish of Turkkila & Versluis that ended up ahead of them with pretty similar technical content, so I wonder how much of it is political. But I won't dwell on negatives, because there was a lot of good to be celebrated!
Honestly I used to find Guignard & Fabbri boring to watch, but the last two seasons they've really gotten much better in terms of presentation, and now they've finally got the whole package of being artists as well as technicians. They definitely had an unfortunate worlds freedance, with too many little things going wrong, but in general I like both their programs this year, and good for them hanging on to bronze.
I'm really disappointed that my other faves Hawayek & Baker decided not to compete this year, I would have loved to have seen their programs in competition, they would have slayed. (They posted their rhythm and freedances they were working on this year on their instagrams, def go watch if you haven't seen yet, they are AMAZING!) And apparently Kaitlyn was dj for Worlds this year, so at least she's still there in some capacity and not abandoned the skating world entirely. I really hope they decided to come back next year!
All in all it was very exciting and fun to watch, there were some great younger teams like Lim & Quan and Mrazkova & Mrazek that did really well who I'll be interested to see progress in the future.
All in all, it was a great Worlds and I think it's shaping up to be a great field for the next Olympics!
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Unrealistic Love
Am I crazy for doing this idiotic thing, I always teased everyone about how it’s useless to meet someone by an avatar app. I always wanted things to go back to how it was but nowadays it seems that no one wants that anymore. Instead of meeting my soulmate face to face it has to be like this.
“ Are you sure you wanna do this? You made fun of me when I went on that date with that hideous guy last week.” Said Rachel
“ How would you know if he was hideous? You only judge him because of his avatar, not what he actually looks like.”
“ Yeah Yeah. Anyways, aren't you excited about your date? This is your first time actually going on one of these dates. The whole I wanna find true love like the old times is so boring.” Said Rachel
“ To you but not to me”, she left the minute I said that. I didn’t want to go on this date either way. I hated this generation more than anything. Sadly everything has changed and things are just different from what they were before. I missed the parts where a girl is able to get ready for a date and make herself pretty but instead, I just have to make an avatar like it was a game that they had a long time ago. My phone started beeping, making me realize that my date is about to start in 30 minutes. My avatar was somewhat similar to me but not completely. My nose was prettier and well my body was much slimmer. I’m not the only one that lies on the Avatar app. Many people do it too and end up falling in love with each other either way so it doesn’t matter to me. *DING DING* My date is about to start.
“ Hello Beautiful, how are you? “ was the first words David told me once we were on the top of the Eiffel Tower
“ Hello, I’m fine thank you & yourself? “
“ Better, now that you’re here with me, “ he said
His Avatar has beautiful brown fluffy hair with hazel eyes. He looks like a good man but my thoughts know that this isn’t really real but fake. We aren’t really in the Eiffel Tower but both of us are in our houses in different states. I try shaking this feeling off and at least try to have a good night but everything just doesn’t seem right. I want more than just an Avatar date but a real pure date where he likes me for who I am and not for what my Avatar looks like. My thoughts get easily interrupted by the sound of his voice.
“ Are you okay? Mia? “ He said
“ Um, Yeah just a bit nervous this is my first time using the Avatar app so I'm getting used to it”
“ I didn’t know Im your first Avatar date but I’m completely honored,” he said
Maybe this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have come. I should leave, it's not like he’s going to know where to find me. We’ve only been talking for a couple of weeks. Nothing serious. I decided to give it a go and see how the date would go. He complimented me on how beautiful I look but that’s the thing that hurt me the most. I don’t necessarily look like my Avatar in real life. Would he never talk to me again if he found out what I really look like in person?
“ Would you like a cup of champagne?” he said. It's funny because we don’t necessarily actually drink the champagne but pretend we do. I looked around and nothing was real. The trees weren't real. The water wasn't real. The moonlight wasn’t real. Nothing around me was real. That’s when I knew in my heart that I can’t do this and it was time I told him the truth. My thoughts were interrupted by him.
“ Mia? Are you alright? You don’t really look too good? “ he said
“ I don’t think I'm ready for this date. I mean I don’t really know you”
“ What are you talking about? We’ve been talking for a couple of weeks. You know everything about me by now” he said
“ It’s not about talking, but I mean this date isn’t real. How do I know what you look like in real life? You could be a horrible person on the other side of this Avatar. “
“ What are you talking about? You know me! This is me! Why can’t you understand that I don’t want to hurt you? I like you for who you are! “ he said frustrated
“ I don’t feel that way. I want old love. Actually going on a physical date and going out to stores in REAL life not digital”
“ I didn’t know you felt that way. I wish you could have told me sooner,” he said sounding sincere
“I'm sorry but that’s just how I feel.”
“ Listen, I understand and with that being said I would like to actually physically go out with you” he said
“ Are you serious?” I said a bit confused
“ I told you, I like you for who you are not because of your Avatar but would you still like me? ” he said
A couple of months passed by and David saved enough money and was able to call some days off work to be able to travel to my state of Arizona. My first in-person date and I was nervous to the point I almost walked out of the house without shoes. We decided to meet at a small coffee shop and go off from there. The only thing on my mind was, what if I wasn’t good enough in person that he would immediately leave me the minute he sees me?
“ Hey, Mia” He stares into my eyes with his beautiful hazel eyes.
He was perfect. We ended up talking for hours that day. We ended up getting married in the future and my one wish did come true. I was able to meet and love someone just like the good old days.
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Assigning NCT (OT22) Project Sekai Favs because I can
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It's me
Ya girl
Back at it again with another niche post that only a few people will know and or enjoy. But this time this was actually requested by my friend @kaiyaki-sano (I love you 😚)
But essentially the Genshin NCT post that I made? This is that but Project Sekai. And again, I really enjoy making these! I love making the aesthetic little pictures and thinking about who to assign to who so I really hope everyone else enjoys reading these! And again I'd like to hear your own thoughts and opinions!
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Haechan - Rin (Vivid Bad Squad)
I believe this one with my whole chest.
Vivid Bad Squad Rin and Haechan give off the same energy. Bratty, teasing, but also very loveable and faithful. True ride or dies.
And no I'm not just saying that because they're both my favorites. I'm saying it because I believe it thank you very much.
I don't really know how else to describe this one. Every clip of VBS Rin and Len going back and forth just gives me major Haechan and literally anyone else vibes.
Your honor I love them very much.
Jeno - Meiko (Vivid Bad Squad)
I'm a firm believer that when it comes to characters he's a fan of the badass boss bitches. And I do not blame him one bit, they just hit different.
I think he simply thinks she's a cool, strong independent figure and I can 100% see him kind of looking up to her character in a way (especially the VBS Meiko but I can also see him enjoying Nightcord Meiko as well). The way she's able to keep her calm, yet also dish out snarky playful remarks to keep things calm when tensions get high. I believe with my whole chest that he would try and emulate and take into consideration what Meiko would do in a difficult situation.
Kind of like a mental mentor figure if that makes sense?
Jisung - Ichika
Now this, this is truly an honor.
Ichika is my favorite. I wanted whoever I chose to assign to her to be PERFECT.
And I think I'm happy with Jisung claiming that title.
I believe they're very similar in many ways.
Shy yet loving to those close to them. Truly shining in the correct atmosphere (such as in a room full of their loved ones). Being young yet also responsible enough to take charge of and try to solve a situation if deemed necessary.
Very hardworking individuals who strive for perfection (especially when it comes to things they're passionate about such as their music).
I honestly really love this duo.
Chenle - Shiho
The way I thought about this one for about two seconds.
Chenle is the Shiho to Jisungs Ichika.
Passionate, strict (in a good way I promise I love Chenle so much). But also very loving and shows their love through actions rather than words.
Calm and collected for the most part (Although there are some exceptions I am very aware Chenle is chaotic) and they know how to turn their switch on and off in certain settings to match the mood of a room. And honestly I think that's pretty impressive and really commendable.
Mark - Saki
These beautiful babies.
I love the idea of Mark and Saki.
They've both been through hard times but both continue to smile and joke and have fun without a care in the world. They're the strongest people and I think it's really amazing that they continue to push forward despite the hardships life has thrown at them. They continue to remain optimistic but also fun and energetic, willing to make a fool of themselves just to see their friends and loved ones smile.
The kindest and comforting souls honestly.
Taeyong - Honami
TEAM MOM
TEAM MOM
TEAM MOM
No but really they are the same person. Very loving, kind and caring. Willing to put others before themselves no matter how it will affect either their mental or physical health. They've both been through so many difficulties but have been able to overcome them and remain just as kind and benevolent as they've always been.
Their friends and bandmates mean the world to them and they would do anything in their power to make sure they keep smiling and remain safe.
Shotaro - Minori
Little cuties.
They are perfect. Both shy but also hard workers, willing to practice and put everything on the line to make their dreams a reality. Have to mention both highly underrated people despite their many talents that make them shine.
Both remind me of a puppy dog in human form.
And both try their best at everything they do, refusing to give up no matter what life throws in their direction.
Jaehyun - Haruka
Another team mom.
Very calm and collected people who tend to keep things under control when in a group setting.
But also just genuine down to earth people that are an absolute comfort to be around. They're always there to support and lend a hand for their loved ones and they genuinely both appreciate the love and support and adoration that their fans give them.
But also aren't afraid to stand up for themselves when things get out of hand amongst fans and their loved ones. Obviously they do it in the kindest way possible, they love their fans.
These two are probably the most reliable in the bunch and are able to keep their heads on when the pressure gets to be too much, if that makes sense?
Could genuinely just see Jaehyun and Haruka going out for coffee or something and just sharing their own idol experiences and hardships and giving each other advice.
I love them so much.
Jaemin - Airi
And to no ones surprise Jaemin gets Airi
Listen listen I understand I'm biased
Jaemin is my Bias Wrecker and Airi is one of my favorites I will not deny that
But just hear me out for a minute.
They are the same person.
Both of them are into the cute things and excel at the cutesy idol act without even having to try.
But at the same time they're both true to themselves and they know what they want in life. They've made sacrifices for their idol career but genuinely love what they do and the people who support them.
Ten - Shizuku
Two absolute beauties.
I can see them getting along swimmingly with how similar they are. Sharing makeup and hair tips and just genuinely enjoying each others company.
Both a little clueless (but I mean that affectionately I love both of them) but no matter how aloof they may seem they are so full of love and compassion for every being on this planet. And they both work so insanely hard for their dreams.
Taeil - Kohane
Stunning vocalists.
They both absolutely shine on stage, almost as if they were meant to be there.
Team players, whether or not they can help is trivial. They're always there to lend an ear for their loved ones and friends problems. Or if needed, a shoulder to cry on they're there.
They're not particularly extroverted or introverted so they're able to make friends easily wherever they go (whether intended or not).
I can also see them both catching lots of eyes just from their comforting and friendly nature.
Xiaojun - An
Two bad bitches.
Cool, talented, unique individuals are the best words I could use to describe them. They put their all in everything that they do and they dream big (sometimes maybe too big) but regardless of how big those dreams end up being, they do everything in their power to achieve them.
Yet another duo of team players. They're there to help and support their loved ones and friends when needed and they can always be counted on to help push you to your limits while also encouraging and cheering you on from the sidelines.
Hendery - Akito
Rough exterior, soft interior.
For as cool and badass both Hendery and Akito can look, they're nothing more than softies on the inside. They're always there to encourage their loved ones but also willing to dish out hard truths. Sometimes they need to be said and these two won't hesitate to say it like it is.
But they'll also be there to help fix and overcome these issues that their friend or loved one is facing, they won't let them blindly try and figure it out by themselves. If anything that at least search around in the dark with you.
WinWin - Toya
Princes. Absolute princes.
And the most caring and beautiful souls truly.
They can be a little dense, and things can fly right over there heads but I think that that is super endearing and just adds to their charm.
They're very opinionated and stand by their ideals no matter how much outside pressure tries to sway them.
Not afraid to stand up to loved ones either. It hurts, no doubt about it but they believe in their ideals and opinions just that much, and they know that if they're truly loved whoever their arguing with will either step back or at least respect their opinions and keep an open mind in the future.
Johnny - Tsukasa
I love Johnny and Tsukasa so much
Just two silly goofy guys.
But they're two silly goofy guys who work extremely hard and know what they want in life. They're full of confidence and know that they're a star and belong on the stage, and they continue to believe in themselves no matter what anyone else says.
Very caring individuals and a good shoulder to lean on. They might not have the best advice to give but they'll always be there to lend an ear or use their wits or goofiness to make their loved ones smile when they're feeling blue or if things become awkward.
Very good at relieving tension among groups and can easily take control of an entire room if needed. They are natural leaders.
Sungchan - Emu
Two absolute angels.
They just want everyone to smile and laugh and live life as best they can, you only get one after all.
But at the same time they know how to reel it in and can be a good genuine shoulder to cry on if needed and will give advice as best they can. Though most times their form of comfort is acting silly in an attempt to cheer up whoever is shedding tears or needs it.
Able to bring smiles out of anyone around them just by being themselves, which I think is an extremely impressive trait.
YangYang - Nene
Mentally exhausted but also just happy to be here.
They may complain and sass at their loved ones but it's all in a playful manner and they don't genuinely mean it.
Very hard workers who genuinely just love the stage and are just happy to take part in what they can.
I feel like YangYang was a theatre kid and I can not tell you why and that was partially why I put him with Nene.
And they share the same kind of vibe. I can not put my finger on it but they just heavily remind me of each other.
Yuta - Rui
Would risk life and limb (and possibly jail time) for their friends and loved ones.
No but seriously they love with their whole heart and are a presence of constant reassurance and are just genuinely soothing people to be around. I can see them being rather closed off, they might not talk all that much in a group setting, or even with another but there presence says enough for them.
They're good people to hang out with if you just want to hang out. Sit on a bed and read a book, or play some games. They'll sit in silence with you and just having them there is enough to make you feel safe.
They just have a very calming and safe aura about them and I believe that with my whole chest.
Doyoung - Kanade
Something about Doyoung and Kanade just hits different.
Very caring and loving individuals who have been tested by god but still stand tall to tell the tale (But honestly I could say that about every NCT member they work so hard and I can't even imagine the hardships they go through).
Very passionate about their hobbies and craft, they put their everything into what they do (even if its at the expense of their own health).
They're both very unique in a way and that uniqueness adds to their charm and they come off very endearing if that makes sense?
Kun - Mafuyu
I don't know how many of you here read my Genshin Impact and NCT post but I feel as if this duo is the same as Kun and Ganyu.
Relates very heavily to Mafuyu and somebody please help him.
Granted we don't know what Kun is feeling and we never will, hence why I am simply going off of vibes. Please don't take anything I say as fact.
With that being said I get the feeling that Kun is still trying to figure himself out (and that is absolutely okay!) which is why he finds himself enjoying and relating to characters like Mafuyu (and Ganyu).
Works very hard and has a wall of support around them so that there thoughts don't ever overpower them or so that they don't get absolutely consumed and lost in their work.
Renjun - Ena
I can see him heavily relating to Ena and her entire character.
A love of the arts
But also not feeling good enough for their chosen career and constantly seeing those around them excel at what they're striving to achieve.
They're so self concious and insecure that they don't even realize how beautiful their art truly is and how many people around them truly love and support them.
But I think Renjun would find comfort in Ena, knowing that there's a character out there that feels just like he does
(I love Renjun he deserves all of the love in the world.)
Jungwoo - Mizuki
Just two silly little ducks.
No but seriously I love them.
Sassy and playful, but also supportive. They'll drop everything to help their loved ones out of a bind (but also will not hesitate to tease them while doing so).
Big PDA people I don't make the rules.
I just get the vibes that they're both at least hand holders. Walking beside someone? Doesn't matter who it is they are grabbing that hand and swinging it all playful and sweet.
Just genuinely really endearing people and super fun to be around!
There's never a dull moment if you're hanging out with Jungwoo or Mizuki.
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Okay but can you imagine all of these as separate NCT units??? That would be so sick and I want to see it.
But anyways, again, this post is for a very small and niche crowd and I hope that that crowd enjoyed reading! I had an absolute blast making this!
#lee haechan#lee donghyuck#haechan#kagamine rin#rin#vivid bad squad#lee jeno#jeno#meiko#meiko vocaloid#virtual singer#ichika hoshino#ichika#park jisung#jisung#zhong chenle#chenle#shiho hinomori#shiho#mark lee#mark#saki tenma#saki#lee taeyong#taeyong#honami mochizuki#honami#leo/need#osaki shotaro#shotaro
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Jess/Leto + unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall
Another late crosspost - look, I am Trying and also for some reason these babes do better elsewhere and that means elsewhere gets to see things first. Pre-main-timeline by indefinitely a few years, vaguely NSFW, and also on ao3
They know each other too well.
That was the intended outcome when she was sent here, so many years ago now – she, more powerful than anyone in her new surroundings knew at the time, more powerful than most of them even suspect even now, was put here to find and record every weakness and use every detail she could find to further someone else’s goals. That she has only fulfilled part of this is irrelevant; she still tried, she still-
Jessica is not weak, she will not call this what it is, but she has allowed balance. Repaid vulnerability in kind, offered herself not just as a vessel but as something that could be loved and wanted and-
Balance, she thinks as the door closes and her night begins. This is what she has chosen to make of what she is good for.
She was taught too young to use her body like a weapon, every touch with purpose far beyond the moment, no kindness just manipulation. She was trained so well but that is not what she practices, that is not what focuses her as she moves around her partner. No, instead she chases warmth, connection, intimacy in the pure sense and-
“You’re in a mood,” he murmurs, and there’s an affection to it and she wonders how much he holds back from her sometimes and she knows she’d be able to feel it if there was something he wasn’t saying but it still amazes her sometimes how accepting he is of her everything and-
“Is there anything wrong with that?” she laughs, leaning in for another kiss. She knows what she wants and knows she will get it, knows the familiarity of collision will be sweet as it always is and-
She has learned to be a different kind of assertive over the years; this maneuvering they do now, after a formal dinner that went relatively well by their standards, is more fluid and comfortable than when their paths first crossed. She’s in a good dress and she’s had enough to drink to get out of her head, and this is a side of her that only her partner gets to see, this version of her that can almost be fun sometimes and can admit how much she wants things and-
“How many hairpins did you even-“
“Too many. There’s- not there, no, do not try to stab me, do not-“
Neither of them is in full form, and that’s almost the point. Sometimes she thinks intimacies are easier like this, when both their boundaries are lower and it takes more effort than it should for her partner to undo her hair and he looks so pleased with himself for trying and she loves him too much sometimes, good man who makes her bleed by accident never intent and she can be vulnerable like this and fearless and-
She shakes out her hair, a few stray pins falling to the floor in the process, and watches the way her partner watches her. He is still as delighted by her as he was the first time they were alone so many years ago, if not even more so. She’d expected otherwise back then, expected he would pull back as her beauty started to shift and fade, but no she’s kept her side of the bed and if anything she thinks they fall deeper for each other as the years pass and skies that worries her sometimes, if there is loss someday it will be more brutal than she was ever trained to survive and-
Even now, a little more drunk than she’d allow herself to get under normal circumstances, even now she’s too stuck in her head.
They move around each other so well, neither of them leading or following, movements similar to how they danced earlier but safer in the comfort of private space. A few maneuvers get her against the wall and she makes a low pretty sound as he kisses her neck, and she is oddly thankful that formal dresses reveal more of her skin than she prefers, still tasteful but more opportunities and-
It’s only fair to retaliate with her hands on his shirt. There is far too much fabric between them, and she would like to see what is hers just as much as she is his and-
Sometimes she thinks her training didn’t end when she was placed. It merely changed form – instead of preparing for some hypothetical unknown as vaguely as possible, making sure she was capable of handling whatever situation her superiors assigned her to, it all became more focused. How to be pleasing for this specific man, how to react to every movement of his hands, how to love him. It comes easily enough to her now – the soft smile she offers as he undoes her outer dress is as real as anything she’s ever done – but it hadn’t always. She can’t remember when it changed, when she learned through fire that she does feel things very deeply and that isn’t a bad thing and-
“You’re drifting,” he says almost too softly, pausing with his hands on her hips. “Something wrong?”
“I can’t remember when I fell in love with you. I should be able to and I can’t.” And to say that out loud is a fearful vulnerability, that one word they do not use even though she’s felt it loudly every second of her life awake and asleep for years but she can’t-
“How much does it matter right now?”
If she was in a slightly different mood – if she wasn’t half-overwhelmed with desire and the rituals they have worked out over the years – she’d fight that, she’d hiss and push away and make herself difficult. But she’s tired, and still too covered and still hasn’t gotten what she wanted yet, and she-
“Not enough to distract me.”
It’s a lie and they both know it, but she stops his questions with her mouth and takes his tension with her hands and she is so good at this, unraveling and finding comfort in each other and-
It shouldn’t matter. She knows she does love him, and has for long enough that it is one of the most basic facts of her existence, and the details shouldn’t matter as much as they do, this is one more thing about her that no one else will ever understand and-
Someday, she knows, someday she will have to account for this life she has lived and every flicker of quiet rebellion and this here is the core of it all, the decision that motivated all the rest. Someday, likely sooner than she wants, she will have to explain herself. She does not know if it will be enough, if her words could ever describe decades of emotions and actions. He was fair to her, she will say. He gave thousands of chances she did not deserve and she honored more than she failed. The expectations were low and the kindness was real, everything he has done towards her has been real or at the very least by his own choice and-
Kisses stop her from crying, she bites his lip instead of her own, she is lucky to have this. For a while, as they collide, nothing else has to matter. Just two bodies needing each other too much, knowing each other enough to both close their eyes and chase feelings, she has found life here in hands that do not hurt and so many unspoken promises still binding and she can almost forget what little she is not, she can-
She said the word she isn’t supposed to, and their dynamic will be off for a few days for it, but that will start in the morning. Not now, not with desire so high, not entwined and determined and-
For a few moments her mind is nowhere at all, and nothing is real but her weight above her partner, and nothing matters and everything matters and-
Just as soon it is over, and she recoils to clean the night off of her, won’t be able to remove the echoes of touch but she half wants to, again a reminder that her wanting only ever gets her in trouble and-
“I remember when I thought you were… I don’t know what you were doing, but…”
“When I decided not to be an absolute bitch at all times?” she suggests, and it may be a cruel description of her behavior in the early years but it’s no less accurate and-
“When I thought we’d at least survive each other,” her partner corrects, and she envies him sometimes, his ability to use words to reassure those around him, what power that is and so different from her own and-
“How many years did that take?” she laughs, keeping herself turned away as she tries to keep her emotions steady and she will blame her lack of control on the lateness of the hour and the pleasant aftershocks still floating in her body and-
“Only a few months. Some afternoon, I can’t remember why but you were outside near the shore and-“
“Hiding, probably. Keeping myself out of trouble.”
“First time I saw you with your walls down. I don’t know…”
“I remember that. You didn’t ask enough questions.”
“You didn’t look like you were in any danger. I didn’t-“
“We set our routines so early. Before we even knew.”
“And they’ve served us well.”
She feels him move closer, allows him to take her less dominant hand even as she is not done with her rituals. It isn’t quite the comfort she wants, but she knows better. They are what they are not because of a handful of big moments but the thousands upon thousands of little ones, made beautiful through complications and strong over time and-
“I think… I at least know the first time I trusted you. I was in that pink dress and I looked awful-“
“You did not-“
“It’s been seventeen years and I haven’t worn that color since but I didn’t know what I was doing, it still felt like trying to claim inappropriate position – it still does but at least I’ve figured out what I’m actually pretty in and don’t try to be sweet right now – and I don’t think I’ve been that scared about anything that petty in my life but you were… kind. You didn’t let go of my hand for hours. You knew I needed that support even though I hadn’t asked.”
“Didn’t hurt that you made a good excuse to avoid a few conversations I didn’t actually want.”
“See, sometimes I convince myself that you’re actually perfect and then you do something like that and I can’t even blame myself for corrupting you and-“
“Being able to weigh priorities is not-“
“You chose me. No one else had chosen me before. And there was no pity or tradeoff in it. You held my hand most of the evening and left me at my end of the hallway after. And I realized I was wrong about you.”
That memory isn’t what she’s trying to find, she thinks as they trace patterns on each other’s hands and she leans her head back to rest on his shoulder. She could stay up the rest of the night running through every soft moment she’s kept in her heart and not find it. Or she could give up for once, accept that she will not place it, accept that it if it had really been one singular moment that changed her entire life she would know and the fact that she doesn’t is enough of a sign and-
It's alright. Too late into the night, as her exhaustion takes control and she lets herself lie down and she is reminded why they so rarely talk about their shared past, it’s alright. She will fight these thoughts in the morning but for now there’s a certain comfort in it all, in how many years have bled together enough that she forgets things she should remember and clings to the tiniest things and-
Someday, she fears, someday her memories will be all she has left of this love. Maybe then she’ll know when it started.
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Taking Risks.
(Not my Gif.)
Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*
Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.
Word Count: 4.2K
Tags: @greeneyedblondie44
A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!
Here’s the thing.
You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.
And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.
Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.
It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.
Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”
You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”
“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”
You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.
“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”
The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.
“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”
You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”
He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.
“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”
The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.
“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.
His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”
And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.
~
The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.
He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.
He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.
“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.
You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”
And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.
So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.
By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.
In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.
“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.
You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”
He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.
“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”
The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.
~
By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.
He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.
“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”
You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.
“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”
He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.
“For teasing you.”
“And?”
You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.
“For embarrassing you.”
There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.
“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.
Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.
“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”
You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”
Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.
“Proceed.”
Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.
“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.
Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.
“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.
A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.
Powerful.
Strict.
However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.
He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.
After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.
“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”
You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.
It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”
You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.
He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.
“Turn around.”
As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.
“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”
Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.
“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.
“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.
He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.
One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.
“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”
You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.
“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.
Then a bite.
“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”
And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.
“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.
“I’d let you do anything to me.”
He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.
“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.
The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.
“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.
It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.
You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.
“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”
You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.
His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.
“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”
And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.
As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.
Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.
He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.
His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.
“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”
This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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The Purple Palace is a channel ran by Shayna Klee, an artist from the US who moved to Paris for art school. She makes videos in both English and French, often combining the two. When she speaks in French, she always includes English subtitles so that beginners don’t feel lost. Most of Shayna’s videos are vlogs in which she talks about art (which is incredible btw), fashion, French lifestyle / culture and her own personal life. She is quite open about her personal life which definitely makes her viewers feel more close to her as a person. What makes Shayna’s channel so unique is her artwork. I have never seen anything like it before! Seeing her creations makes learning French so much more enjoyable. If you love art or French culture you must explore this channel!
- Easy German -
This is my favourite channel to use for learning German. The hosts of Easy German just seem so sweet and every video puts me in such a positive mood. The Easy Languages network make videos on a range of languages (German, Spanish, French, Italian, Catalan, Polish, Greek, English, Russian, Turkish and many more) and the main premise of their videos is to “learn from the streets”. Most of their videos consist of street interviews with native speakers on various topics. This, of course, is a great way of learning because you get to hear conversational phrases, different accents and see different parts of the world. What makes Easy German so special is definetely the hosts. The channel has several hosts but the two main ones seem to be Cari and Janusz who just seem so lovely. Idk why but it seems like everyone they interview is always so friendly and sweet. It definetly breaks the stereotype that Germans are cold and distant. Easy German also make videos about grammar, vocab and any other things about German which they feel are important to point out. Another thing about this channel is that they don’t just focus on Germany - they also have videos situated in Austria and videos that talk about Swiss German and Austrian German.
- Spanish After Hours -
This channel reminds me of innerFrench as the host (Laura) speaks only in Spanish. Like Hugo from innerFrench, Laura uses a clear, slow register that makes it very easy for intermediate speakers to comprehend. Laura is a native Spanish speaker from Spain and so, if you are looking to speak Castilian Spanish, her accent is perfect to take inspiration from. Her videos are usually shorter than those at innerFrench which might help viewers who find it hard to concentrate for long periods of time. Laura’s videos are very diverse. In some she reads Spanish children’s stories, in others she does ASMR and sometimes she focuses on vocabulary. Nevertheless, her videos are always enjoyable and have definetly helped me with my Spanish listening skills recently.
- Parpalhon Blau -
This channel focuses on the Occitan language which is definetly a language which has very few learning resources. Occitan is a minority language, referring to several dialects spoken in Southern France, Monaco, Northern Spain and Western Italy. It is a romance language which has very close ties to Catalan. On Parpalhon Blau (which means blue butterfly), Gabrièu teaches his viewers how to pronounce Occitan words and helps them to improve their listening skills, catering for both beginners and intermediate learners. Before finding this channel, I had never even heard of Occitan but after hearing how beautiful it sounds, I just had to subscribe. Often with smaller languages like Occitan, the learning resources are very limited and the ones that do exist aren’t really the best quality. Parpalhon Blau however, is a great channel and the perfect introduction to the language.
- Langfocus -
On Langfocus, Paul makes videos surrounding an incredible range of languages. He has videos on almost every language I can think of! the chances are, if you are studying a language, Paul will have made a video about it. I genuinely cannot understand how one person can know so much about so many languages. Most of his videos focus on individual languages or dialects, however, he also has some very interesting ones in where he compares two languages together, highlighting the differences and similarities between them, whilst also explaining the reasons behind this. In each video, Paul aims to give a good overview of the language, discussing it’s origins, pronounciation, alphabet and grammar. Sometimes these videos can be a bit overwhelming if you don’t know anything at all about the language so I mostly use his videos to learn more about languages I am already studying or as an introduction to a language I want to study in the future.
- JuLingo -
This channel is quite similar to Langfocus in the way that Julie mostly focuses on a different language per video, offering a general overview of it. Julie tends to focus on smaller languages, like Ainu and Basque that people may not know a lot about rather than more popular languages like Spanish and French. Julie’s channel is a great way of exploring new languages that you may have never thought to learn before. Like Paul from Langfocus, she doesn’t just talk about grammar and sentence structure, she also includes information on the language’s origins, which I personally find fascinating.
- Ecolinguist -
On Ecolinguist, Norbert challenges native speakers of different languages to try and understand a language foreign to them. Through these experiments, he reveals how similar and how different languages are to one another. Usually, he chooses speakers of the same language family as the language which they are listening to and, being a viewer, you are invited to test yourself too. As a native English speaker, I particularly enjoyed discovering how much Old English I could decipher but also since I speak intermediate French and Spanish, I was able to test myself against Latin, Italian, Romanian and Lombard too. Since Norbert is Polish, he also makes videos focused on learning Polish, mostly regarding speaking and listening. Another series Norbet has is his guess the language challenge, in which a guest is presented with audios of language from anywhere in the world and has to guess it. Although I am very bad at these theyre always fun to watch. Its incredible how skilled his guests are!
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