#but ppl talk of it like it's so terrifying their hair turned white and their dog died of a heart attack for peeking at the screen like bffr

[the-acid-pear]

I got reminded the Lacey's series exists and it really left me confused because... People love and praise that but hate on The Painter?

I want to say it's just bias because Lacey's is very well done style wise (the painter has great art but weak presentation), but Lacey's is pure fucking shock content w little substance. That's why I always hated it. And I still do. It's not even surprising.

And it a way it's fitting for it bc it has that strong 2010s/2000s vibes and horror back then was just like that lmao look at any old creepypasta but it's still edgy as shit.

And I don't want this to be me complaining about that series bc that's not my point what I'm complaining about is how I don't understand how the internet ADORED one but hated the other for arguably the same reasons.

But I also want to complain so see y'all in the tags 👍

#luly talks #disclaimer if you like Lacey's games all power to you in fact I'd like to hear why you like them #but to me they're soooo edgy and boring like god. she's just a papercut creepypasta #down to the woo this normal thing is actually very creepy and corrupted!!! like c'mon man #and it'd be okay if it was just that like ok it's just another project and edgy as fuck one but that's fine #but ppl talk of it like it's so terrifying their hair turned white and their dog died of a heart attack for peeking at the screen like bffr #I've seen miku be scarier and sadder m8 c'mon #it's not bad its just overrated <- possessed by the ghost of 2010s straight UP #like w lacey is just one of those times where if you torture a character too much it just comes out as over the top and you stop caring #there's a trope name for this i dont remember it now tho #the painter at least has my doomer gf and her fucked up dog and gets creative #lacey is everything BUT creative #and its not even a matter of wearing your inspirations on your sleeve bc we all know the painter is so fucking camp so 80s slasher #<- they'd have done a header tho i insist #but like. lacey plays everything so straight and predictably so. #i dont get why ppl adore it it's mediocre at best 😭😭

[pumpkinpastiesandcoffee]

The Games We Play and The Lines We Cross

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader 18+

Words: 2068 Warnings: NSFW, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl).

~MDNI~

A/N: Fuck JK Rowling and her terf bullshit.

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Working as a secretary at the ministry required a lot more personal stakes than you had expected. The many late nights trying to stay on top of the paperwork for the minister while also making sure he had everything he needed, that you'd weeded out anything he wouldn't be interested in and so much more. Today it required you to keep the company of the illustrious Lucius Malfoy, well, that's how the minister put it, although his tone was fairly sarcastic. However due to the Malfoy's being quite the donors, the Minister had to bite his tongue and he made it quite clear that Malfoy was to be very well looked after while at the ministry, "You're to meet him at the entrance and stay by his side until he leaves."

So there you stood, waiting by the large fountain, eyes searching the crowd for a head of white hair and 2 minutes before his expected arrival you had spotted the man coming out of the floo network. This wasn't your first time attending to this man and you doubted it would be the last, so as usual you straighten yourself and head towards him. "Good afternoon, Mr Malfoy." Your voice taking on the sweet edge, it was a tone you’d learnt to use to make clients feel special. It's no wonder you were a Slytherin really. "Ms y/l/n" his tone was the opposite of yours, cold and indifferent, you knew he could be commanding with a voice like that and you were sure he would be terrifying when angry, the thought of which had you squeezing your thighs together. With a small bow you motioned for him to continue ahead. "The minister is in a meeting and asked me to extend his apologies. He'll be available shortly, in the meantime, I'll take you up to his office." Malfoy exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flickering to you, "After you then."

The walk to the office didn't take too long, but Lucius was smart in sending you ahead of him. He got to watch the way your mid-thigh length skirt would ride up a bit as you walked, the way it showed every movement of your ass and hips had his eyes glued to it. Only looking away when he noticed you begin to turn to look back at him. This was the 8th time you'd taken him through the ministry, but it’s well over the 100th time Lucius Malfoy found himself thinking of you on your knees before him. Something about the tight skirt, fitted blouse and glasses, your presumably long hair twisted into a low bun with a few strands of h/c hair framing your face perfectly.

Unbeknownst to him however, you chose the shorter skirts for the days you'd be escorting him. Chose to leave the highest buttons on your blouse undone and when you leaned forward to pour him some tea you chose to do it at an angle that gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. Your eyes flickered over to his, catching him looking but instead of embarrassment or anger like he expected, you couldn't help the smirk that pulled at your full lips. Lucius raised a brow, tilting his head slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you turn away. "That's a dangerous game you're playing Ms y/l/n," he spoke with amusement, a dare to step over the line.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Sir?" you played at innocence, seeing what he preferred, naivety or confidence. He clicked is tongue at you, a sound a teacher would make when you disappoint them, however he didn’t seem overly disappointed as his eyes trailed your form. Before either of you could take the banter further the Minister stepped in, eyes dull and with an air of utter exhaustion. “Cornelius,” Lucius spoke his name with a certain amount of contempt that only he could make sound enticing, the Minister however visibly tensed under the scrutiny of his grey eyes. “Ah, Lucius, good to see you again.” It was a lie; they both knew it and you wondered if the pleasantry would have been dropped had you not been there. Fudge turned his eyes to you and gave a short nod, “Would mind giving us the room dear?” “Of course,” and with a small bow you moved to leave, eyes flickering over to meet Malfoy’s one more time, lips curling into a coquettish smile before you closed the door behind you.

They had been in there about half an hour, the office had a permanent silence spell cast over it so you unfortunately couldn’t eavesdrop on them therefore opting to bide your time with sorting through a series of letters from the public. However, you found yourself perking up at the sound of the door opening. “Ms ‘y/l/n, would you walk Mr Malfoy out please? I’m going for lunch” Fudge spoke, and you stood up, moving to stand by them, smiling up at them both, “Absolutely Sir.” The Minister was quick to walk away and you found yourself looking back to Lucius. “I seem to have left my cane behind,” he mused, looking down at you expectantly. “I’ll go get it for you Sir,” and you headed back into the office.

You had just picked up the cane when you heard the door close, glancing up you were surprised to see Lucius walking over to you, left hand extended. You placed the cane in his hand and he took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his right, pulling you close to him. You were left breathless, eyes wide as you stared up at him, heart racing as you waited for him to make his next move.

“You’ve been very, lascivious, with me, perhaps it’s time I take advantage of that, hm?” his lips curled up into something between a smirk and sneer. It was hard to tell if he was interested or simply making fun of you but you decided to take a chance and inched closer. Placing your free hand on his chest, tilting your head back as your eyes flicked between his and his lips, “Perhaps you should, Lucius” your voice came out just barely above a whisper, breath fanning across his lips. The wizard had no more resolve to cling to and instead of trying he closed the already small gap and pressed his lips flush to yours.

The cane he had been holding was now discarded on the floor, left hand now cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss. You were not one to submit easily, his tongue slid across your bottom lip and when you didn’t obey, he squeezed your wrist tightly causing you to gasp. He pushed in, exploring your mouth with force, as if he were trying to memorise it as quickly as possible. When he finally broke away you were gasping for hair, his own chest heaving for oxygen.

His eyes flicked over to The Minister’s desk, it was mostly bare, a quill and ink pot along side his name plaque. Deciding that was the best option he turned you around, hand still tightly holding your wrist as he pushed you against it, only letting go once he had you bent over the wooden surface. His hands now trailed down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you. He was already hard and the sentiment only made you wetter, thighs squeezing together in response.

“How long does Cornelius take for lunch” Lucius asked as one gloved hand slid under your skirt, slowly bunching the fabric up to your waist. “A-about an hour” you stuttered out, breath hitching again as he dragged the knuckle of his index finger down your clothed cunt, humming as his attention shifted to the clock above the desk for a moment, “Then we haven’t much time.” His fingers tracked back to the hem of your underwear, curling around the band before pulling them down, letting the lace fabric fall to your ankles. “I do wish I had the time devour you, but I’ll settle for ruining you instead.”

The sound you made in response was embarrassing, a whiny moan that only amused the man. You heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed closely by a zipper and you waited with bated breath for him to touch you again. This time when he did however it was the head of his cock that he ran through your folds, another whine causing him to chuckle. “So desperate for me, how very pitiful of you. I wonder if you’d even beg for me to take you.” You didn’t think before you spoke, a whimper followed by your voice pleading with him, “Please, Lucius. Please ruin me, please.” The groan from behind you was a divine sound, even more so when it dropped lower as he sunk himself into you.

The satisfied moan you let out had him gripping your hips tighter, his foot kicking your legs further apart as he began to set a steady pace. Lucius filled you beautifully, enough of a stretch that you were whimpering but not too much to cause discomfort. Your hands curled around the edge of the desk, using the leverage to press back into him, making his thrusts hit harder. “Lucius, gods, Lucius don’t stop” you have huffed out, both of you hitting a stride that was quickly tightening the coils in your lower bellies. He leant forward more, one hand reaching for your hair, entwining amongst the strands and tugging, the bun coming loose from the force.

With your head tilted back your mouth now hung open which made your moans come out louder. You were getting closer so you slipped on hand down, desperately circling your clit. Seeing you do this, Lucius moved the hand in your hair down to replace yours. His fingers were much larger and with the leather gloves he wore it was a smoother friction and it didn’t take much for you to cry out his name, nails biting into the desk as you pressed your cheek to the table. The feeling of your walls clamping around him sent him over into his own high, the grip on your hip most definitely would leave bruises. He leant against you, chest pressed to your back and his lips finding your neck as you both breathed raggedly, the highs of your orgasms wearing off.

After a few minutes he pulled himself away, sliding out of you with a stifled grunt before tucking himself back into his pants. You were still bent over the desk, legs now pressed together as you debated whether they could hold you up. Suddenly you felt his hands at your ankles, gently pulling the underwear you had on back up. It was quiet between you as made yourself presentable. When you looked back over to him, he was stood by the chair, cane in hand as his eyes watched you closely. Deciding that the worse he could do would be to push you away, you stepped back over to him, gently resting your hands on his chest. To your relief he leant down, allowing you the chance to kiss him again, this time however you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, the strands feeling as soft as silk.

“I best be going, if I’m still here when Cornelius returns there’ll be questions” Lucius spoke, his tone returning to neutral but not as cold as before. “Shall I walk you out still?” “That was your order, no?” Smiling gently up at him you did as you had promised and walked him back down to the floo network. He stopped, turning those stunning eyes back to you, “I’ll make all my appointments just before The Ministers lunch from now on, it seems better suited for me, don’t you think?” His lips quirked up into a smirk, and your cheeks dusted pink as you looked up at him, understanding the promise of more from him. “I can certainly make that work for you Sir.” With a short hum, he turned away and headed into line. You watched him leave before returning to your desk outside Cornelius’s office. The Minister returning only moments after you. “Malfoy didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” Cornelius asked as he pulled open his office door. “No Sir, no trouble at all.”

#lucius malfoy x reader #lucius malfoy #x reader #reader #fic #harry potter #hp #smut #lucius malfoy x you #reader insert #lucius malfoy fanfiction #lucius malfoy imagine #lucius malfoy smut

[eunivrse]

messy, oh so messy. [armin arlert]

content warning: use of sex toys (rose vibrator), soft dom armin brainrot, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, squirting, overstimulation

word count: 1.1k

note: i hope ppl know what i’m talking abt LMFAO if you don’t, just search up rose vibrator on googs or amazon and it’ll show. this was supposed to be a thirst but whatevs

you were way too excited about getting your new little toy, playing with your pussy using it during the light of day, you didn’t even notice armin coming in your shared apartment.

he had just come home from work, walking in on you moaning from the bedroom. he didn’t catch your attention whatsoever until he closed the bedroom door with an aggressive bang, not necessarily in an angry way though.

he strolled in with your panties on the floor, your legs spread with a rose shaped toy against your clit. the sheets were drenched, your legs were trembling, and you were so shameless with your loud noises.

but the part that got armin’s pants tightening was what you were moaning about.

“armin… ah! please… please fuck me.” and it isn’t like he’s never done those intimate stuff with you, it’s just… he took delight in it.

he took delight in hearing you say from your own lips that you want him to fuck you. though the way you trembled from a paltry device, he was a tad disappointed.

he could do so much better than that.

you opened your eyes, head turning to the side to see your boyfriend looking at you with a blank stare, hand immediately paused. “are you done?” he said, expression soulless, it’s honestly terrifying.

“i-i’m— sorry. um… yeah.” you had trouble finding words to say; you were embarrassed, for one. you’ve made a mess on the bed you share with him, a big splotch of your juices pooling on the sheets, and not to mention you were screaming his name all while using a toy.

you only purchased it out of curiosity after seeing all those videos of people saying it’s a life changer. and what can you say — you’ve only been using the device for less than 30 minutes and it made you squirt three times. even something you can’t do yourself

he takes off his shirt, exposing his toned-out body. “i promise you, it’s fine. it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself, but you know…” he walked up to the bed and sat on the edge beside you.

“was it that good, baby? do you think it can make you feel better than i can?” he still had that smile on his face, taking the small toy from the mattress and examining it himself.

“no, armin. that thing is worthless compared to you.” not sure if that was a lie or not, armin is amazing when it comes to pleasuring his partner, but comparing him to a machine isn’t fair.

“hm. show me how it works. spread your legs like a good girl and tell me how great it feels.” the boner in armin’s pants was prominent, it showed a bulge on the black slacks he was wearing.

you went back in position, splaying out your legs for armin to see your glistened cunt, spreading your folds with two of your fingers with a ‘V’ shape, showing your tight little hole.

your slick rolled down from your pussy to the soft sheets beneath, taking the toy, turning it back on low, then placing the top on your throbbing clit, earning a small whimper from your pretty lips.

the toy generally sucks the living hell out of your clit, armin was just watching you quiver, legs shaking as you try to find him in your point of vision.

he gave a bright smile as he moved the white lounge chair originally placed near the window close to the foot of the bed, “how does it feel?” he sits down, legs crossed, eyes darted to your dripping pussy.

“good… s’good, baby.” it was almost a sob as you breathed for air, soft pants music to his ears. your free hand gripped the fabric beneath you, fist clenched on what you wished was armin’s hair instead.

“nn-! armin- yeah— yeah-“ fuck, you were there again. you were about to cum for the fourth time, heat rushing up to your cheeks, your voice higher pitched.

“why are you moaning my name, babe? ‘thought that thing was doing the job.” this is his usual way of getting through your skin.

borderline manipulation. beating around the bush instead of just using his words to get what he wants.

well, can you really call it manipulation if you have the same desires as him? you’ll give it to him either way.

it was so hard to speak upright, stuttering, “u-um… because… i’m imagining.. that… that it’s you instead.”

“hm?”

a shock of pleasure elicited a shriek from you. “hah- no- ah-! i’m- i’m imagining that it’s your tongue sucking my clit.”

there it is.

that’s what he wanted to hear. those disgusting words from you, the filthy, dirty words from his sweet girl.

“armin, holy shit-“ you bent your legs further against your body as you braced yourself for another orgasm, a stream of clear fluid spurting out of you and onto the bed, just a few inches from hitting armin himself.

he stood up, walking to see your face almost teary-eyed.

he sighs, taking the small gadget from your shaky hand to place it on the nightstand beside him. “it’s my turn, okay? are you up for one more?” you only nodded, too tired to even refuse, not like you wanted to anyways.

you mumble, tugging on the blonde’s belt buckle. “wanna suck your cock, please?” you didn’t even have to ask.

you could’ve been demanding and he still would’ve said yes. how could he say no to that? and not after his precious girl has said her please? he spoils you so much, and you’re always so appreciative.

“of course, baby.” he unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking as it fell to the ground along with his pants, then he slid off his underwear, your drool evident on the corner of your lips.

he was so hard, tip so pink and flushed like it’s been asking for a breath of fresh air.

he taps the head against your lips, signaling you to open up and so you do, wrapping your mouth against his lengthy dick as he shoves it inside you while he slipped two fingers inside your cunt, walls immediately clenching around his digits.

the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, drawing out gagging sounds from you. armin’s fingers are knuckle deep inside you, letting you adjust first before proceeding.

“mhm, you’re doing so good baby, so, so good for me.” he groaned, your hand reaching towards his balls to massage it while your other was fisted onto the sheets. your eyes were half lidded, corners brimming with tears, lifting your head up to have better allowance on sucking armin off.

he plunges his fingers in and out of you, your hips trying to meet with his movements.

this was all so messy. this isn’t typically what you had planned on doing, but this wasn’t bad at all.

“fuck, yeah— oo yeah.” armin struggled to keep his pace with you as he felt his hips jutting further against your throat, and you did nothing but to take it, your tongue dragging against the veins of his cock.

he pulled out of you, your hand going from his balls to his dick slicked with your saliva as you jerked him off with slow strokes, your lips puddled with drool as you gasped for air.

“let’s cum together, shit-“ you giggled drunkenly when he curled his fingers inside you, his fingertips reaching the spot that got your eyes squeezing shut, mouth wide open, yet barely a sound could come out.

“want you to squirt on my fingers like you did on that toy, yeah? haaahh fuck yeah.” palm rapidly brushing against his cock and his fingers inches deep inside you, after a loud moan of his name and a grunt straight from his throat, he came, white substance projectiling past your face and some on the supple skin of your neck.

right after this, you left his digits soaked with your juices, a load of fluid gushing out of you, cunt leaking with a mix of cum and runny liquid.

your mouth still loose from having to take his fat cock in your mouth, you spoke as if your cheeks were sore. “mm, thank you, armin.”

he leaned in to press a soft kiss on your forehead.“no, thank you, beautiful.”

NSFW LINKS (just for visual ref, not what the ppl look like): here

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[1kook]

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Times like now, when you creep up behind him as he continues screeching into his headset, voice cracking every now and then in that adorable way it does when he’s overwhelmed. You are no stranger to Jungkook’s apartment, having visited more times than you can count, and even dropping by and doing a little dusting while he was on tour. However, you’re surprised you can see the back of his coconut hair from the low backing of his new computer chair. He’d told you he recently threw away his big leather, super villain gaming chair because it’d started to tear, but it was a fact you hadn’t really paid much attention to.

Now, however, you’re feeling a little happy he did, because it means you can slide your palms around his shoulders in somewhat of a back hug. It’s way better than having to walk all the way in front of him, and you bite down on a grin when he mutters the softest “hi, baby.”

“Which stage are we battling on today?” You murmur, pinching the tip of his mic to twist it away. Faintly, you can hear Taehyung’s voice shout a greeting your way.

Another button smash of his remote, hands enveloping the tiny device. “Wii Fit Studio with Wario,” he replies, eyes flickering across the screen like his life depends on it. You snort.

“I thought you hated Wario,” you point out, and move with him when he jumps after being shot off the screen.

He looks at you for the first time as he waits for his character to respawn. “Changed my mind. He’s just misunderstood. Listen to my theory, babe,” he starts, and you let go of him because you have the back of a ninety year old war veteran and can only hunch over for so long. You take up a very bodyguard-esque position behind him, watching him play and gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. “Imagine this. You’re a kid trying to have fun and this other kid who looks exactly like you but better is somehow also cooler than you.”

You hum, letting go of his shoulders to toy with his hair. You pull it into a makeshift ponytail and giggle, not that Jungkook minds, too immersed in his game and his sudden loving Wario speech to care. “Then, you get older and this same dude is still getting all the credit for being exactly like you. On top of that, his little brother is doing the same to your little brother! I’d be so pissed.”

You let his hair drop, and then quickly brush the strands away from his face when he whines. “Uh huh. But theoretically speaking, aren’t you the Mario of your little universe?” Jungkook is silent. “If we’re going by your little story, I hardly doubt there’s another Jeon doing better than you,” you point out.

Jungkook’s Wario gets blown off the screen for the last time, and he’s left blankly staring at the screen. You poke his neck. “I don’t wish to discuss this further,” he says rather matter of factly. You laugh, shaking him and his seat. “Baby, why would you say that!” He cries.

You smile, flicking the switch on his headset before pushing it off his head. Jungkook moans again, head lolling back to glare up at you. “I finally come to terms with the fact that Mario is the true asshole, just to find out I’m Mario? Fucking absurd.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, fingers dancing down the stretched column of his neck. “Listen, no one told you to go out and create an entire deep backstory for the Mario Cinematic Universe.”

He scoffs, eyes fluttering shut as he continues basking in your soft caresses. “The MCU,” he chuckles under his breath. On screen, Taehyung is still fighting with whoever else they were playing with tonight, a little Isabelle and Dark Samus dancing across the screen.

Meanwhile, you’re still absentmindedly running your fingertips along Jungkook’s skin. For a second, you think he’s asleep by the deepening of his breaths, his body so soft and relaxed beneath your touch, but then he gets one of those weird twitches of his, and pushes his head between your breasts.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes still shut. “Soft.”

“No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

The little shit snuggles closer at your words. “My favorite place in the world,” he croons, and you pinch his neck for his stupidity. “Tell me when they’re done,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s actually gonna fall asleep.

You relent, continuing your gentle massaging of the muscles in his neck as you tune into the match on screen. You’re not exactly sure which one Taehyung is, but your gut tells you he’s probably playing as Isabelle, so you root for her. You’re weirdly into it, jumping every time a good spar happens.

By the time the match ends (literally only like 4 minutes later) and you check on your boyfriend, he’s snuggled his way between the valley of your breasts, his cute nose poking out from between. “Oh my god,” you sigh, having to take a momentary pause to collect yourself from the sight.

Jungkook giggles.

“Well. Taehyung’s done,” you inform him, and he hums though he doesn’t really seem to care about Smash anymore. His hands go slack around his remote, crawling up to dwarf yours.

He sighs, sounding so happy with himself. “Baby, you’re so soft,” he hums, and you try desperately, and you mean desperately, to ignore the sudden drop of his voice, his hands ever so gently tangling with yours.

You try to hit him with the facts, because you know where this will go if you don’t. “Well, breasts are made up of mostly fatty tissue, and lobes for producing milk,” you inform him.

Contrary to your goal, the handsome smile that envelopes his face has you fighting down the curl in your stomach. You can never win.

“You know I love when you talk anatomical to me,” he purrs, and it takes everything in you to not punch him straight in those pearly whites.

You don’t have enough time to respond, too caught up in a mental pep talk to re-evaluate what your body considered attractive. Jungkook’s corny jokes should definitely not be high on the list, but your rock hard nipples said otherwise. “So, you gonna let me suck on them or what?”

“I hate you,” you groan, reaching over to completely unplug Jungkook’s headset because you were absolutely terrified of creating an accidental porno with your celebrity boyfriend.

Jungkook chuckles. “No you don’t,” he teased, finally wiggling his way away from you to whirl his seat around. “Could feel your nip nops pressing into my forehead. No bra today? She’s bold.”

“She’s bold and embarrassed that her boyfriend calls them nip nops,” you sigh, climbing into his lap. His remote presses hard against your thigh, and you yelp before he tugs it out and throws it on the desk behind him. Vaguely, you register the screen lighting up behind Jungkook, but then he’s nudging your shirt upwards.

He’s barely brushed his hands against you, but you’re already shivering and squirming in his lap. “Relax for me, baby,” he assures you, a new depth slowly creeping around his words. “Gonna take care of you, alright?”

You nod, breath already caught in your throat just from the way he looks at you. He flashes you another smile, bunny teeth slightly pressed against his lower lip, before he’s pushing your shirt above your chest, and marveling at your boobs.

You don’t miss the way his gaze becomes glossy, eyes hyper focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Just as you’re about to urge him to do something, he’s reaching up to brush his thumb around your nipple. “Oh,” you blurt out, the skin around your nipple rising with goosebumps.

Jungkook lets out a soft huff of air at your reaction. “So sensitive. Bet I could make you come just by touching your tits, baby.”

You scoff, choking back another sound when he does the same to the other nipple. “I wanna say I doubt it, but I feel like you’ll prove me wrong,” you retort.

At this, Jungkook smirks. “Oh, so now it’s an expectation?” He smiles, and it’s the last angelic side of him you see before he’s ducking down and latching his supple lips around your breast.

Immediately, your back arches forward, hands scrambling to grip onto his shoulders as he licks across your breast. “J-Jeon, wait—“ you cry, body shaking at the way his tongue dances around your nipple.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging and twisting it as he flicks his tongue back and forth, knocking it against the hard pebble. You moan, and almost choke when he pulls away with a lewd pop.

His lips are glossy from his own saliva, red from the friction. He’s looking at your glistening breast like a starved man, thumb returning to glide over his own messy artwork. “So pretty,” he hums, Puckering his lips to blow a soft tuft of air against it. You shiver. “Aren’t you the softest little thing,” he says, one hand falling to your waist and gently easing you closer to his crotch. His sweatpants do nothing to conceal how he’s feeling.

You hate to admit how your insides had turned into a Fruit Gusher the second he started sucking on your boob, and now that you think of, you'd be absolutely embarrassed if you did come from just this.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I fucking knew it,” he says, slightly out of breath. You furrow your eyebrows, to which he pointedly raises his and gestures to his crotch. “You started pressing down so hard on me the second I got my mouth on you,” he brags, and as if to punctuate his statement, grinds his hips upward into you. “Did sucking your titty make you that wet, doll?”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Belatedly, you nod, your eyes falling to his lips that quirk up into a smile. “Oh, you’re just so desperate to be touched, aren’t you?” He continues, and then reaches up to pinch your nipple between two rough fingers.

You gasp, body arching into him. The pain is new, but definitely welcomed. “Yes,” you cry out, hand reaching out to grapple around his wrist. Though you try to tug it away, it feels disgustingly good and you know he knows, which is why he gives it a slight tug.

Finally, when he lets go of you, he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself down by your other, ignored breast. “I wanna see you cream your shorts, okay? So I’m gonna suck your other titty until you’re near tears, baby,” he states, before giving you a soft push of his hips.

“Please, be gentle,” you choke out, words stuck the moment he wraps his lips around you. This time, he’s ruthless with his tongue. He traces it all over, tonguing your nipple like a lollipop. It feels nice, the wet caress, that you don’t see that bite coming at all. You moan, body unconsciously pushing away from him in surprise.

“Nuh uh,” Jungkook tuts, strong arms wrapping around your lower back to bring you back into his embraces. This closer position has your core pressing down directly over his dick, and the sudden double stimulation has your vision momentarily going white. “Gonna give you a pretty little bite right under your tit, doll,” he announces, and in a scary act of trust, presses his fingers into your spine until you’re staring at the ceiling, the only thing supporting you his strong arms. He nudged your breast with his nose until he finds the perfect spot to place his impromptu hickey.

It’s right against the bottom curve, where your skin folds over, that he settles on. “Need you to to sit nice and still for me. You can do that, right baby?” Jungkook says, big doe eyes looking up at you. You nod your head quickly.

His teeth are cold, unlike the rest of his mouth. “Jungkook!” You moan, toes curling and thighs attempting to clamp shit. They hit the outside of the chair instead, slightly squeezing around his thin waist. “You’re s-so good to me,” you wail, pushing down into his covered cock for friction.

As much as you wanted to act like this wouldn’t affect you, your body is no liar. Fingers tangled in his long curls, you find yourself gently rutting against him. Much to your surprise, this makes him break away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. You mourn when it finally breaks.

“Told you to stay still, doll,” Jungkook warns, one set of long fingers sprawling on the small of your back as the other reaches up. “You had all the time in the world to work yourself on me, but you wanna choose now?” He gently reprimands you, twisting your nipple between two pinched fingers. You mewl. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“I can’t,” you whine, desperation seeping into your voice as your traitorous hips jolt forward again. You nearly fall onto him when a particular nudge of his cock over your core feels just right. “Want your cock so bad,” you wail, throwing all hesitation out the window as you begin full on humping yourself against his crotch.

Jungkook sighs, trying to act annoyed with you but the twitch of his cock beneath you cannot lie. “Well I’m not done having fun with you,” he says, though the way his words are tinged with complaints, you can tell he’s trying hard not to pout. Nonetheless, he latches his mouth around your breast again, and you nearly faint when he rolls your nipple between his teeth.

“Jeon,” you cry, looking down with probably the world’s worst quadruple chin only to catch him absolutely savoring your titty. He’s got his eyes closed, pink tongue licking across every inch he can get. His arms are wrapped around the smallest part of your waist like he can’t possibly fathom letting you go. When he moans, a whole new found wetness coats your walls. You choke on a sob, “I-I love you, Jungkook.”

You can feel a smirk pressed around your breast. It’s this moment when Jungkook finally gives up on his little quest to tame you, hips bucking up to meet your offbeat grinds against him. He pulls off your breast with another wet pop, though he’s slightly lower than you from how consumed he was when sucking you tits. He has to make a little effort to stretch his neck up to look at you, and even then it’s over the top of his nose that he gazes at you.

His lips pucker slightly, and the next time you grind down onto him has them brushing against your lower lip. “That’s it,” he croons, admiring the different expressions that contort your face as you become closer and closer to your orgasm. “Come all over your pretty panties for me, baby,” he encourages, sucking your lower lip between his.

His mouth had been so dangerous to you today, licking and sucking in all the right spots, but nothing has ever felt as right as having it on yours. “I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, fingers knitting themselves in his hair.

“Don’t be,” he comforts, gripping your hips and swiveling you in a circular motion. “Next time you’ll do better, won’t you?”

You nod, head bouncing like a bobble head. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your thighs twitch. “I was gone for so long,” he rambles, hips picking up their pace the second he hears your breath hitch in your throat. “Didn’t think you’d become so sensitive and needy.”

A faint smile passes through your lips, and your toes curl and your belly tightens in that delicious way it does right before orgasm. Another grind against Jungkook, and he sighs “I love you,” as you cream your pants like a dweeby high schooler being touched for the first time.

Jungkook’s gentle movements halt the moment he sees that orgasmic face overtake you, pressing soft smooches all over the bottom half of your face, peppering your lips with them, until your fingers finally loosen in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m embarrassed,” you huff out, feeling gross and sticky in all the worst spots. Jungkook chuckles, and you can still feel his hard cock nudging the insides of your thighs.

“Nah,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to slide in.”

Even in your post orgasmic state, his words have a brand new coil of heat revving up. God, you were whipped for him. “Bed?” You ask, and he nods as you clamber off his lap, tugging down your shirt.

Immediately, he whirls around and catches sight of his abandon Smash game. “Huh.” He says, and you already feel the distraction staple itself into his mind. “Have you ever noticed how Dark Pit—“

You cut him off, gliding your hands around his neck and slowly craning it back until you can give him a tiny Spider-Man kiss. “If you make me cum a second time I promise I’ll listen to whatever theory you have about him,” you purr, punctuating your words with a tiny smooch.

The screen is off in record time.

#ksmutclub #kpopwonderlandtag #jeon jeongguk #jungkook smut #jjk smut #bts smut #mine

[elysicndrcvm]

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 

#dallyeog:intro #i'm literally in love with him he's the softest most goodest boi muse i have ever made and i just #im that meme of the samari sword guy with the cat in his arms akfkfk #IVE ONLY HAD EUNHA FOR TWO DAYS BUT IF ANYONE HURTS HIM I WILL KILL THEM AND THEN MYSELF AKKDK

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

i am ready

already starting out with a bop

yo this is great

also im tapping my foot as a stim bc these are good

facetime with my mom tonight reminds me of like.....pop videos....like pop music videos, im saying it reminds me of “what do you mean” by justin bieber, as it was also shot in a single room

ah yes the butterfly effect

hello socko

socko be spittin’ facts

aw :( poor socko

NSID

if only the companies during pride month said the same lol (some are legit)

“against racism in theory” uh-

yo butterfingers are kinda nasty (to me)

an avocado

A WHITE WOMANS INSTAGRAM OH MY GOD

damn it got real, you good white woman’s instagram owner

a dreamcatcher bought from urban outfitters oml

some ppl can shut the fuck up lol...i cant, i choose not to

for an hour, hell yes

also this lighting is very nice

yo what the fu-

*cries in inception*

him reacting to him reacting (and on and on) glass after glass, i honestly really like how he portrayed that. that’s kinda how it feels when i go on a tangent, and have to pick up the pieces of my original thought, especially if i’ve lost my train of thought.

IVE HEARD TIKTOK AUDIO OF BEZOS AND I OH MY GOD

ITS SO GOOD

this is going on repeat, and i love the meaning

the scream is really good too

im....horny honestly same

you send me a peach....ill send a carrot back...cool cool

we love asking for consent (as should everyone)

sit why do you have a knife

the sexting song reminds me of “orange juice” by melanie martinez

sir why do you have a knife-

*disassociates*

“well well, look who’s inside again, went out to look for a reason to hide again”

i didnt need to be called out

ah yes a wet hair segment

this is so 80s, giving me “holding out for a hero” we love it

bitch im trying to listen, shit ive been complicit, my brain

age is a very scary thing. i feel like a lot of people start throwing others away once they’ve reached a certain age and that isn’t really okay. people should be able to enjoy what they want to enjoy at any age (within reason, of course). the venom that some people face is so....gross. just because they’re in their 30s and enjoy reading fanfics, or making them like??? they arent hurting anyone, mind your fucking business. im honestly happy that a lot of my pals are older on here. i may not know what the fuck they’re talking about sometimes, but there’s still a lot of shared experiences, and things like that.

im absolutely terrified of getting older. i know and understand that i’m young, i’m literally 15 years old, what do i need to be scared of.....a lot. i just dont have a good relationship with death, and sometimes i lie awake at night, thinking about how nothing in life is permanent, besides the life cycle itself. things live, and things die. and i know it happens, i’ve just yet to accept it.

for so long, i’ve wanted to “be a big kid” and do all these different things, but i just...dont know. i feel like my brain is older than my body. and my thoughts, and things i like. it’s really weird. i’ve been told that im “mature for my age” and all that, which i see as a compliment, rather than someone trying to be a predator. which is understandable in both aspects. but i sometimes wonder if i wasnt...me...y’know. if i wasnt mature for my age, and looked a bit younger. (i look young in general, but eh, you get it) i look tired sometimes, (its because i probably am) but it’s odd. anyways, back to me reacting.

turning 30 is a bop

hes not out of touch, it’s honestly fine to not be on social media and shit

yeah, i already disassociate enough, it happens mostly when im listening to music...hmm

2030 i’ll be 40 and kill myself then.......yeah

ME EXPLAINING WHY I SAY WHAT I SAY SO PEOPLE DONT WORRY

dear lord, yeah its too real

i know i dont want to, but i really just....want things to stop sometimes. so i can breathe, and gather my bearings and get through it. things get a lot and i just need a break.

YO WHY DO I RELATE DEAR LORD

i really need help jesus christ

thank you for cleaning me mr burnham

yes i like the show, im not tired of it, its just fine :)

yo he put a whole game in this shit, hell yeah

yeah i want out of the house, but like......AUGH no

why tf is this so accurate

wake up at literally 4 in the afternoon, feeling like a bag of shit (oh no)

if i mentally feel like shit, i cant sleep it off lol, my dreams exhaust me at that point

“could i interest you in everything all of the time” me listening to tunes

THATS WHERE THE MANIACAL LAUGHING SOUND IS FROM AND IT CUTS OFF I DIDNT KNOW THIS INFORMATION

love ur forehead glowstick dude

i like the idea of it being like...contained, but im sure that im losing it because i havent been like...NEAR OTHER PEOPLE. the pandemmie has NOT been great. anyway.

total disassociation, total out your mind, googling derealization, hating what you find

PLEASE THIS IS TOO ACCURATE

aw :(

its 4 in the morning so my hands are gonna be up, and im just looking at him

this is so beautiful

yo he put a “the living tombstone” on that one

him sitting on the chair reminds me of the one scene in “kill your darlings” where the main character has diarrhea, and they’re sitting on a chair bare ass naked (so they dont have to take the pants off, yada yada) while also writing on a typewriter.

yo this was great

okay i admit that i was mad sad earlier, but like....im fine now. and especially not now. i’ve been told not to watch inside when not in a good mental state, and i get it. im fine now, but that was good. i honestly laughed more than anything. i dont feel like crying. it represented a lot of my thoughts and feelings well. i like it.

#ellie livewatches inside by bo burnham

[professional-anti]

Chapter Ten: City of Bones

Things that have happened since the last update: I moved into my new school in a whole different country, became problematic, and read one (1) book. So I’m pretty cultured atm. Let’s do this.

Part Two: Easy is the Descent We have an unstranslated quote from the Aeneid, I guess so CC can show off how smart she is.

Chapter Ten: City of Bones Everybody freaks tf out about the fact that Jocie was Voldemort’s wife. We have an actual, real-life, total gem from Clary:

"That's impossible! My mother would never-she was only ever married to my father! She didn't have an ex-husband!”

Clary….blease…….I’m begging u……..she makes it so easy………

Hodge lists off the other death eaters. I’m not even going to pretend they’re not death eaters. There’s no reason to. Anyway, they all got in trouble after the Uprising™, except the Lightwoods got “clemency” bc they had a baby. Which is ridiculous and makes no sense. Ppl don’t just get lighter sentences bc they have babies. Hodge’s punishment is that he has to stay in this mansion in New York. I thought the Clave would be more into capital punishment, just going off how much they suck, but I guess that would just hinder the story.

Hodge reveals that Voldemort wants the cup bc it can give him an army of Shadowhunters. Isabelle comes in to say that she ordered Chinese, which raises interesting questions. Wouldn’t the ppl delivering just see a decrepit, condemned house? Did she have to order to next door and wait outside?

In the kitchen (where Simon is still staring awkwardly at Isabelle), Isabelle says that she thinks the fact that Voldie is looking for Jocie is “kind of romantic”. You know, that this vile supremacist is hunting down the woman who left him. Super romantic. Then she says the “evil thing” is “sort of hot.” No, really:

"Isabelle," said Hodge patiently, "this is the man who rained down destruction on Idris the like of which it had never seen, who set Shadowhunter against Downworlder and made the streets of the Glass City run with blood." "That's sort of hot," Isabelle argued, "that evil thing.”

At least in Harry Potter, no one thought that Voldemort was hot. In fact, everyone rightly despised him for killing innocents and preaching hatred. Bellatrix Lestrange was physically attractive, and nobody tried to argue that her actions were hot. Because they saw the terror she brought. No one would call her carving “Mudblood” into Hermione’s arm “hot”.

Oh, and even worse, after Isabelle reveals she likes murderous racists, “Simon trie[s] to look menacing”. The whole situation is just so awkward. Hodge tells them that Valentine would use the cup on children (it would kill adults) and discard the children who couldn’t handle it. Isabelle finally gets that Voldemort is bad and that water is wet. Jace is super mad that Voldemort wants to harm muggle children bc Shadowhunters are all about protecting the muggles. Never mind that Jace has shown nothing but disrespect for them the entire book.

Hodge pushed his plate away. "Valentine was insane," he said. "Brilliant, but insane. He cared about nothing but killing demons and Downworlders. Nothing but making the world pure. He would have sacrificed his own son for the cause and could not understand how anyone else would not." "He had a son?" said Alec. "I was speaking figuratively," said Hodge, reaching for his handkerchief. He used it to mop his forehead before returning it to his pocket. His hand, Clary saw, was trembling slightly.

Could Hodge be any more obvious. No, really, I’m asking. Please be more obvious Hodge. All the readers are dumb as goldfish and wouldn’t understand subtly. We need bricks in the face. This is compounded by Hodge telling them that they shouldn’t do anything to stop Voldmort, that the Ministry of Magic will handle it. Hodge is sooo not on Voldemort’s side, you guys. Never!

They decide to go to the Silent Brothers to retrieve Clary’s memories, which they think will help them save Jocie from Valentine. The Silent Brothers are Shadowhunters who destroyed their bodies with runes and now have crazy mental powers. Honestly sounds a little creepy. I’d read a book about their order, tbh. Are they all guys, though? Then I wouldn’t read it. Also, they sound like Dementors.

That night, Clary has a dream that she’s dancing with Simon in the Glass City, and then Simon turns into Jace. The Symbolism is so real. Then Jace wakes her up, holding her wrists. Apparently she tried to hit him in her sleep, but he shouldn’t have grabbed her wrists. I can think of few things more terrifying than waking up to a boy restraining my arms. Apparently, she fell asleep in a hallway the night before and Jace and Hodge let her to a bedroom. Honestly confused how she fell asleep in a hallway, but we have bigger problems to deal with.

Oh. My. God. A silent brother (I’m done with the dumb capitalization. We don’t say a Congresswoman or a Principal or a Citizen) has arrived. And his name is. His name is. BROTHER JEREMIAH.

Clary gets dressed and wishes she could look more like Isabelle. Bc girls have to judge themselves on their appearance even during everday tasks, like getting dressed. They meet BJ in the library, and he’s described like a death eater with a white color scheme, basically:

For a moment she thought he was alone in the room: that Jace had been playing a joke on her. Then she saw a figure move out of the dimness, and she realized that what she had thought was a patch of darker shadow was a man. A tall man in a heavy robe that fell from neck to foot, covering him completely. The hood of the robe was raised, hiding his face. The robe itself was the color of parchment, and the intricate runic designs along the hem and sleeves looked as if they had been inked there in drying blood. The hair rose along Clary's arms and on the back of her neck, prickling almost painfully. "This," said Hodge, "is Brother Jeremiah of the Silent City." The man came toward them, his heavy cloak swirling as he moved, and Clary realized what it was about him that was strange: He made no sound at all as he walked, not the slightest footstep. Even his cloak, which should have rustled, was silent. She would almost have wondered if he were a ghost-but no, she thought as he halted in front of them, there was a strange, sweet smell about him, like incense and blood, the smell of something living.

BJ says that he can’t get Clary’s memories bc there’s some sort of magical “block” in her head, and that she has to come to the Brotherhood HQ in order to have it removed. BJ leaves on his own, and Clary and Jace go and stand on the corner. Jace is incredibly cruel about Simon. Then a black carriage disguised as a limo pulls up, driven by BJ himself. It’s honestly cool how the carriage moves thru NY traffic and no one nottices. It’s the exact touch of “magic hidden in New York” that I like. Clary and Jace also have a conversation about poetry and music, which reveals the distance between their worlds, that I like, so maybe this carriage is magical.

Oh, here we are. Back on our bullshit. Clary looks at Jace’s ring and thinks that “there would have been something feminine about a boy wearing a ring, but there wasn’t.” Let’s deconstruct, shall we? First of all, men wear rings all the time. Secondly, we get it, Jace is super super masculine, feminity in men is Bad, Jace would never at all be feminine in any way at all bc that’s gross right? Like, I love how Clare has to specify that this ring in no way, shape, or form makes Jace at all feminine. No one would have thought it, and, also, there’s nothing wrong with femininity in anyone.

Jace says that he didn’t tell Hodge the identities of the guys Luke was talking to bc then Hodge would know that Jace wouldn’t take no for an answer re killing Valentine. He gives a pretty realistically traumatized description of his father’s death:

"I was ten," Jace said. She turned to look at him. He was without expression. It always seemed like some color drained out of him when he talked about his father. "We lived in a manor house, out in the country. My father always said it was safer away from people. I heard them coming up the drive and went to tell him. He told me to hide, so I hid. Under the stairs. I saw those men come in. They had others with them. Not men. Forsaken. They overpowered my father and cut his throat. The blood ran across the floor. It soaked my shoes. I didn't move.”

Bare bones, emotionless, disconnected. I approve. Honestly, I like the next part too. Clary shows emotion while attempting to comfort Jace, and Jace tells her that he’s not unhappy bc he has a purpose. It shows a bit about their respective upbringings.

Jace says that demons are worse than everything else (e.g. vampires and warlocks) bc the latter are part human while the former are “interdimensional parasites”. Doesn’t explain why Jace is such a dick to the other Downworlders, though. If I remember correctly, he’s going to be a total asshole to vampires at some party later on. I wouldn’t mind Jace’s disgust as much if it weren’t so confusing. The book contradicts itself so much. It’s demons he doesn’t like, no it’s all Downworlders, he’s all about protecting mundies, but actually, he hates them. It flip-flops back and forth, leaving me with little understanding of Jace’s psyche.

They end up at the Marble Cemetary and take a secret passageway under a statue into BJ and co’s lair.

You know why I think this seems so good to me? I read a little bit more of ACOMAFail last night, and this writing is so much better in comparison.

Anyway, the lair called the Silent City (so many cities), and it’s giant and underground has archways with shadowhunter ashes mixed in. Pretty cool. Clary also has a moment where she tells the brothers they have to wait for her to be ready for them to go inside her head. Showing agency, girl!

The brothers do their thing, and a bunch of memories come into Clary’s mind. Among others, there’s a box with the initials J.C. on it (Jesus Christ?) and a doorway with the name “MAGNUS BANE” over the door. When she comes to, she’s lying on the marble floor and has blood all over her arm. Not sure what she managed to cut herself on. The floor should have bruised her, not cut her. Anything for the Drama, I guess. Jace heals her with a stele. Anyway, the block can’t be removed, and they have to go find Magnus Bane. Clary and Jace leave. The end.

#anti cassandra clare #anti the mortal instruments #book snark #CoB: Chapter 10 #CoB snark

[hundredsunny]

op oc #3: APRIL

im baaaaaaack

u are about to read about my prime DAUGHTER april. the rogue princess. a real pokemon! hahahhahaha she nabbed herself the AURA AURA FRUIT yo this is wild so get ready to learn about ol’ blue eyes!!!!!!!!!!

NAME: april (i dont have a surname for her i cant think of anything and ive had her for 8 years im sorry) EPITHET: “aura shooter” ooOOoOOoOoo AGE: 18 (pre) 20 (post) BIRTHDAY: april (incredible would u have ever guessed) 5th!!!  BIRTHPLACE: nimbasa island in the south blue SEX: female HEIGHT: 5′6″ WEIGHT: 122lbs HAIR COLOR: sandy brown EYE COLOR: blue APPEARANCE: before she escaped her home, she wore an icy blue dress underneath a navy blue cloak and her hair down with a CROWN of course but she hated wearing it a lot. her hair when worn down reaches the middle of her biceps. after she escaped she ONLY wore her hair in a ponytail and she always wore a red bandanna with a white arch atop her head at all times!! it was a gift from her mamma the QUEEN herself. she also wore a white t-shirt with red triangles bordering the collar and the ends of her sleeves. does that make sense? i sure hope. she wore a red sash around her waist and then she popped on some black pants and boots. real piratey. also some of her hair kinda pops out in the front so theres a good chunk that sometimes covers her left side. look at u go princess. AFTER the timeskip she cut her hair so it reaches just above her shoulders, and instead of wearing her hair up and with the bandanna, she wears it down but with a black headband. her bandanna is tied around her left bicep (fashion inspo: zoro). she wears a green sleeveless crop top, and theres a scar that reaches from the back of her shoulder to the end of her collarbone. she earned that shit from her wild timeskip training. oof. shes ok. she wears light-washed pants and some addidas-lookin shoes lmao she also wears a rly loose belt too. also she has gold earrings and thas about it. her eyes are round and just v pretty and blue. her nose turns up at the end just a tad bit and it’s so cute she’s so cute. she has a dimple on the right side of her mouth. her mommas face :’) shes fairly skinny but after the timeskip she gained some muscles made 4 punching douchecanoes  REPRESENTATIVE SMELL: vanilla FAVE FOOD: pasta FAVE DRINK: lemonade  FAVE SEASON: fall REPRESENTATIVE NATIONALITY: australian BOUNTY: initial bounty was 60,000,000 (for being runaway royalty) but after dressrosa she SKRTED up to 155,000,000 DEVIL FRUIT: aura aura fruit a paramecia type. the fruit allows the user to manipulate their energy. with the aura aura fruit, users are able to detect the aura of others, repel the aura of others, and project their own. the power of aura is mood-sensitive and can change a lot. can u believe april is lucario 6 forms of aura: red is physical nature, orange is intelligence, yellow is sheer willpower, green is healing, blue is emotion, vioilet(i THINK) is mental communication. i forgot what i wrote down for the aura types lmaoooo the biggest drawback of this fruit is that the user can only use a limited amount at one time. another drawback is that they cant manipulate other people’s aura??? it’s rly hard to explain this but trust me it makes sense when it’s put into action i promise SKILLS SET: most of her attacks are used with red aura since it relates to physical nature. wild. “aura bullet” is just shootin aura goodbye. i love pokemon. lmao. uh “aura detect” is when she can see what someone else’s aura looks like, so basically she can determine if someone is a bastard or not before they even open their mouth. “aura clone” clones herself with aura and that takes a LOT of effort to pull this one off especially when she wants to use multiple clones. “aura bomb” yo this one is wild she uses it for diversions and escaping since it kinda acts as a smoke bomb but when she uses this thing in battle OOOOH BOY. “starstorm” ok this is like the “im going to die after i do this move” kinda thing. it combines all the damn types of aura and it just RAINS down on ppl. goodbye april. anyways there are more basic moves but i dont rly wanna get too into that rn im sorry PROFESSION: runaway princess lol CREW: straw hat pirates  PERSONALITY: an easygoing girl. v mellow for the most part but there are times where she can get pretty goofy (thanks jack). if the wrong buttons are pushed, she becomes a HURRICANE. she does have confidence issues but since she met luffy, she’s really started to overcome them. shes got a horrible habit of being sarcastic and also she asks a LOT of questions holy SHIT honey. she is TERRIFIED of heights so when franky lays down a good ol coup de burst, her soul leaves her body. g o o d b y e. she was very cold when she first met luffy and the gang bc she lived with the person who killed her mom AND jack left sooooo she was a little bitter. eventually she learned to rly live with the mugiwaras. when she first joined the crew, she was very shy and timid and tried hard to fit in. she was SO intimidated by zoro like he genuinely scared the fuck out of her so she always tried hard to not be a Fool around him but once she got comfortable with everyone she just had a good ol time. “hey grassy ass!! :))” “can u fucking not call me that”. she has the CUTEST laugh oh me oh my. honestly just a rly passionate gal, she just wants to be strong and be able to protect her pals. refuses outside help. bros out with luffy and usopp and chopper sometimes but also judges them from afar like nami does. it all just depends on the day. truly. i once wrote a series of one-shots where each one was an adventure that april had with one other straw hat. luffy was the first one, and THAT was wild. zoro’s was fucking baller. so on and so forth. rly shows off her dynamic with each member. april? shes honestly just a good person and im proud of her bc she works so hard  LIKES: training, traveling, every single animal ever, reading DISLIKES: heights, the marines, the heat, people who walk horrifically slow in crowded places WEAPON(S): aside from her devil fruit shes got a dagger she sometimes uses. jack gave one to her right before he left HISTORY: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO king jed and queen serena had a baby girl. APRIL. that made her the princess. anyways she grew up as any princess would--spoiled. however the spoiling never got to her head bc serena was so good about teaching her things like that. serena was a goddess i love her pls come back. serena was wildly popular with the citizens of the kingdom bc of her caring and friendly personality. she would always take april into the kingdom every day and pay visits to the citizens. out of all the citizens they paid visits to, the most common faces she saw were those of the solo family. cain was jed’s most talented and trusted knight. he and his wife celeste had 2 kids: jack and sho YO. jack was 7 yrs older than sho and 3 yrs older than april. april and jack became fast friends and often explored the kingdom together. regular kid stuff u know. jack’s mom was always like “jack NO u CANNOT take the PRINCESS to the farms thats FILTY” hahahah but they went anyway.  jed? a dark man. idk who hurt him or what made him so murderous. but. he was tired of serena treating the citizens like equals. he believed that royalty should be viewed as gods.  when april was 8 jed killed serena oh god there it is theres the tragic anime mom death. as soon as serena died, the dynamic of the kingdom instantly changed. soon after jed took total control, people began leaving the island. eventually, the island became so empty that only a handful of families remained. jed did not allow april to leave the castle at all, and with that rule, it damaged the friendship that she and jack had. ofc around that time jack’s dad ran off as well so he stopped tryin to visit her for a bit. but then once he got back into his groove hed sneak all about, avoiding the night patrols, and hed just sit outside of april’s window and talk to her.  when april was 11 she discovered a devil fruit hidden away in the trashed artifacts that belonged to her mother. she ate the devil fruit and was like “now im strong, fight me JED” but lol she got her ass whooped poor bby when april was 16 jack left the island, leaving her completely and utterly alone. the exposure to such loneliness began to change april into a more reserved, bitter person.  2 yrs later the STRAW HATS stumbled upon the island. at that time april had started a habit of sneaking out of the castle to roam the empty streets of nimbasa, but during one of her strolls, she encountered robin, franky, and brook. she ended up knocking them unconscious bc she felt threatened. the second group she met consisted of zoro, chopper, and sanji. they had been captured by guards and were brought into the throne room to be interrogated by jed. april was required to be there as well so she kinda sat in her throne and looked mad the entire time. sanji was like “NO WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO MAD SHE NEEDS TO BE HAPPY” and zoro was like “ive never seen someone so happy to see my face” and chopper was just having a crisis bc they were abt to be tossed into the shadow realm at the hands of the king. zoro got mouthy and jed didnt have none of that shit so he told april to kill zoro but she just knocked him out instead. that pissed jed off. THE NEXT person she met was luffy. she only met luffy bc he infiltrated a banquet thing by sitting underneath a cart. classic luffy. she didnt meet nami and usopp until WAAAAY later. yadda yadda yadda shit goes down (i wrote a whole arc for this. it’s called the princess and the pirates lmao original but yes i wrote an entire arc for her recruitment and it’s A Lot) ANYWAYS luffy asked her to join the crew but she declined at first bc she thought pirates were just like her father: power-hungry and murderous. however that obv changed when she was exposed to the straw hats more when luffy defeated jed who ate the ___ ___ fruit (tbh i forgot what fruit he ate im sorry) she KNEW she belonged with the straw hats. :’) she still be sailin with the legends. shes had some wild times obv. her arc comes a bit after thriller bark. woopie!!!!!!! like always, lemme know if u wanna know more about her!!!

#op oc #april #kylie's kids #my sweet daughter

[quixoticrobotic]

OHHH tell me about gilded sky that sounds so good... i love hearing other ppl's stories

well ive talked a little bit about it but basically i’ve always hated how other sci fi makes social critique and steampunk is too busy gluing gears to tiny top hats and hailing Britanniaand i was feeling very disillusioned with sci fi and then an internet reviewer i like made a video that was basically “black mirror is good, actually” and i was so furious i just. made a thing out of spite so theres this floating city thats kinda a mash up of london and new york in the late 1800s early 1900s. it also has some stuff from right before and after, its mostly what history stuff i find neat or it would be weird not to have (like im currently trying to figure out steampunk!harlem)its set in a steampunk floating city that has these layers and the higher up u go the nicer it getsits called gilded sky bc the time period im drawing on is often called “the gilded age” which is fitting because gilded means a layer of something fancy thats hiding something underneath which is super fitting bc you have ladies with parasols and fellows with tennis balls but then you have inhumane factory working conditions and awful tenement buildings and all that stuffsince systematic oppression doesnt have like. one final boss you have to beat to fix everything, rn its just kinda slice of life the main characters are:Ethel Jacobs: depressed lesbian with a prosthetic arm, just trying to get by, which is hard because she has depression and living in a tiny tenement room in the poorest part of the city doesnt help. Also she actually lost her arm in a factory accident and is still getting the hang of her makeshift prosthetic arm, which she upgrades in her spare time but she doesnt really like the way it feels and goes without it whenever she can. Things get interesting when Hannah comes into her life, Ethel admires Hannah’s optimism and tenacity when it comes to social issues in the city. She also got a job at a nicer part of the city where she helps at dress shop. which weirds her out a lil bc she used to work in a textile mill and she KNOWS where this fabric and thread came from and she thinks thats kinda fucked up but her new job is much nicer and pays better and she has friends and more time for hobbies (she likes tinkering, something taught to her by her late mother. she makes little windup toys and stuff) Hannah Kalich: disaster lesbian who works at her family’s bakery. she lives with her family (her mon n dad, younger brother, and baby sister in a comparatively nicer tenement than ethel’s. they live on the lowest tier of the city, ethel lives on the ground).  shes short but a lot of people dont even notice because she has this really commanding presence and is very charismatic. shes SUPER PASSIONATE and her feelings are always intense. She loves reading and is loud and opinionated and caring. And she HATES the empire and the social injustices in the city. her parents love her and have always supported her and they’re proud their daughter is such a bright, well read, compassionate young woman, but they also kinda worry she’ll get herself into danger. She’s really good at accidentally dragging people into things. like some kinda accidental manic pixie dream girl. She loves her friends and is very playful but shes actually terrified of other people getting hurt or punished because of her actions. she also likes to paint. also i imagine her with a really thick accent, mostly because the first drawings i ever did of her were based on production photos of people playing Emma Goldman in Ragtime so that accent kinda got attached to her (ethel has like. a bit of an accent but its not as noticeable as hannah’s)Jean Larue: ALRIGHT THIS TINY BASTARD,,,,hes from steampunk!france and his family is loaded and he traveled to The City bc he wanted to see new things and meet new people and live a bOHEMIAN LIFESTYLE and hes a writer and lives in an attic someone was renting out but hes,,,,,actually a little behind on the rent because it turns out artists do not live on DREAMS and being poor is hardHe loves reading, thats actually how he and Hannah became friends! Hannah dunks on him a lot and nicknamed him Rich Boy but he is actually a good friend who’s great to talk about and debate big ideas with, hes just also really pretentious,,,,,,,also he gets crushes at the drop of a hat and will burst into the room and talk about the bEAUTIFUL PERSON he saw today and how hes MADLY IN LOVE WITH THEM!hes not a bad person, he cares very much about fighting for good causes and he finds beauty in things other people overlook. hes just really dramatic and fake deep and not used to living out in a world where actions have consequences. hes good hes just like that hes supposed to always look disheveled with messy hair and glasses but every time i try to draw him i just kinda. draw myself. or harry potter. but yeah designing a white boy whos like. distinguishable. is gonna be haaaaaard

#words to people #gilded sky #ethel jacobs #hannah kalich #jean larue #ktzen

[wannaonestars]

soulmate! park jihoon

okay in this au you have the “you see color once you meet your soulmate”

and gOD do you hate this method you have because what the heck you’re a fashion and design major

your whole life you’ve been working with clothes in black and white and shades of gray and you had to bust your ass to get into the top university in seoul for fashion

whatever mythical being it was that gave you this curse basically said a massive fuck you to your hopes and dreams like rip

in middle and high school you would literally people-watch in different areas and different cities to meet your soulmate 

actually you didn’t give a fuck about who your soulmate was you just wanted to see color and work with it to produce high quality works

and end the shitty friend moments when you’re shopping with your pals and they go “hey should i get the blue shirt or the red one”

you: oh i don’t know andrea i think the slightly darker shade of fucking gray looks nicer

andrea: :DD

SO one weekend you’re looking around some stores in this mall and searching for inspiration for your next piece

and everything’s okay and in black and white as usual when suddenly you saw this??? strange shade???????? not in black or white???????

you’re SHOOK and immediately just start darting your eyes everywhere

and finally when your eyes land on a person at the men’s section of the store a burst of saturation and color splashes in front of you

and everything seems to have just...come to LIFE

you’re shaking because everything you see now feels like a new experience....colors that you can’t identify are everywhere you turn and you’re so EXCITED to learn the names of each

you turn to your “soulmate” person with tears ready to fall but suddenly

you: oh my sweet baby jesus

you: can his fashion sense be aNY SH I TT I E R

your jaw is like on the FLOOR and you’re absolutely appalled by the young man looking through some sweatshirts

in your mind you’re furiously criticizing all the choices he’s made and making 

you: why in the world would he pair that shirt with that vest

you: sweetheart that is one hell of a stupid hat you’re staring at

you: is he actually serious about picking that vest

you: what in the world did i ever do to deserve this

you’re fuming at this point and you’re ready to either stomp over and hit him on the head to get his senses back into place or walk away and pretend the meeting never happened

but then he turns around and sees you and when his eyes widen you know there’s no turning back

also you realize he’s really cute so

he walks over all shy with a hand rubbing the back of his neck and a suppressed smile to hide how excited he really is

he says “so....i guess.....we’re soulmates?” with pink steaming cheeks

it takes you like a few seconds to get over how utterly cute that was and the you’re like “yes. and your outfit is a disaster. how dare you.”

and that snaps jihoon out of his bashfulness and he’s just?? excUSE ME???? what the heck do you mean my shirt is suPER cute thank you very much

and you’re like SWEETHEART the design on that thing is utterly atrocious it doesn’t match your face at ALL

and that’s how you and your soulmate got into a huge argument in the middle of the store with ppl staring and taking pics

a few minutes later a middle aged man comes over and taps jihoon’s shoulder and says hey we gotta go you can’t stay here and act like this

jihoon glares at you before he turns around and leaves and you’re just HUFFS i hope i don’t see that kid ever again........

literally two hours later you friends spam your phone with articles about “Wanna One’s Park Jihoon’s Intense Argument With Mysterious Person”

you’re on the verge of crying after realizing you bickered with a massively popular idol and your friends are like “what kind of flowers do you want us to leave at your grave”

you couldn’t focus on anything for a week straight and you’re so scared of stepping outside and having people recognize you so you started wearing masks and sunglasses all the time

it hurt your fashion common sense to wear sunglasses while it was raining but you were too terrified

but good thing was!!! you learned the names of all the colors you could and developed this habit of differentiating even the slightest shade like “that’s not just bLUE that’s cornflower blue with a tint of turquoise on the lower right”

it would only be a matter of time before you start addressing colors by their html code name lmfao

anyways your friends are recognize that your works are becoming a lot better and the color mixing seem smoother and more elegant than before

they ask you if it's because you met your soulmate and beg you to introduce him but you know that they’d lose their shit and fall on their ass laughing if you tell them it’s actually the park jihoon you accused of having disgusting taste

you actually feel really sorry....like however much you hated the way he dressed you shouldn't have criticized him like that man

you start researching him online and you get really interested because damn he has such a nice face

in your head you could conjure so many different combinations of outfits that could work fantastically with him

a few weeks later wanna one is doing a fansign meet and greet thing and jihoon is smiling at every fan and holding their hands and thanking them for their gifts and doing his aegyo

and suddenly.....he sees YOU right in front of him with your deep blue hat and heavy trench coat to avoid being seen

he flinches at first but he can’t be rude so he fakes a smile and just goes...”hi”

and you’re like listen....i’m like seriously sorry for that fiasco back at the store..... and you proceed to apologize several times before he’s like okay!!! i got it you’re sorry

and then you take out the bag you’ve been holding and hand it to him

“here,” you say. “i included a booklet inside.”

and then you just rAN OUT OF THERE like you didn’t even talk to the rest of the members who’re looking at your back like wtf was that????

after their schedules end and they’re at their dorms jihoon takes out the bag you gave him and sees the booklet that read “ok i know i said sorry but please take a look at the clothes i picked out for u” 

he’s so ready to get pissed to see you STILL criticizing his choices but then he sees all the clothes inside and the different outfit combinations drawn and written in the booklet....and he’s sOLD like these are so pretty and cute???????

and he tries everything on and woojin is like whoa and guanlin probably gets gayer

jihoon wears one set for his airport fashion the next day and all his fansites basically explode bc he reached another level of stunning

and his stylists and managers are like????? what the heckie HECK

jihoon’s all smiles and stuff and he’s....really grateful to you.....

like when he met you and found out that you were his soulmate he never felt more crestfallen because the relationship already looked darker than woojin’s past

but now...he just really wants to meet you again and thank you....and maybe talk over a cup of coffee....and just be........a soft couple that he’s always wanted to be in..........

jihoon became the top search on naver for the whole week and became the reason for your smile

it’s the first time that your work has ever been “publicized” in any shape or form and you’re so glad it’s receiving such positive feedback

a while later you get an email during your lunch break 

and the sender is.....CJ E&M entertainment

they somehow figured out that you were the one who gave jihoon his clothes and discovered more of your works from blogs and stuff and now they want to hire you as a stylist for wanna one and the meeting date is....in three hours

you drop your cup of coffee and spRINT out of your university to catch a taxi cab

when you get to the meeting place at the company you realize that frick frack botta bing botta boom your hair’s a mess and you’re sweaty and you haven’t showered in three days due to your schedule and you’re in no way appropriate looking to be hired to be a person who’s in charge of making people look good 

but a staff sees you and is like!! come in!!!!! and you’re like welp it’s do or die

and the company manager and wanna one members are all in a private room waiting for you and the manager starts this speech about how he adores your sense of style and how all the members would be happy to have you as their stylist and how much they’re willing to pay you but the whole time you’re mostly sneaking glances at jihoon

you know how sometimes you would sneak glances at someone who just so happens to look at you at the exact same time and it gets awkward and then both of you would look away really fast

that happens so many time with you and jihoon but...the fourth time that it happens he stares back just three seconds longer than before

he blushes SO hard because of how daring of a move that was and starts fanning himself and beside him jisung is like??? it’s like 20 degrees in here what are you doing

and then the company manager says to you “usually we hire stylists who are married to prevent any kind of special relationship between them and the members...you’ll be an exception to our rule. but the second that we see something suspicious or that you’re violating that rule, then....well, you can guess what might happen.”

and you’re like wow what the heck so i’ll lose my job for getting together with my soulmate

and then the meeting is done and the manager goes to get you your id card and all the paperwork and everyone pre much disperses except for you and jihoon

it’s a bit awkward with both of you staring at the floor....and then you try to break the silence with “this sucks”

and jihoon laughs and just says “it’ll be fine” and he looks up at you and takes a deep breath and goes “give me your number before they come back”

his heart’s racing and he’s almost afraid that you’ll say no

and when you say yes and take out your phone he feels six weights being lifted off his shoulder

and his head jihoon imagines all the possibilities for you two...snuggling besides you as he watches you draw ideas into your notebooks, holding your hand and telling you to pay a bit more attention to him, and smiling when you toss your notebook away, giving in, and leaning closer to him

you have to shake his shoulders to wake him from his daydream lol

you’re like listen bud ur cute i gUESS but we ain’t gonna kiss or anything until i organize your closet

and that’s probably when jihoon realizes this relationship will be anything but the perfect manhwa couple he’s always dreamed of

and suddenly he finds himself swiftly pecking your cheek and going “yeah well i just dID”

you:

you: 

the other 10 members watching from a crack of the door: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

he saved u in his heart real fast

#THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG #this actually the stupidest and shittiest thing ive ever written but for lily i perservered #park jihoon #wanna one #wanna one jihoon #park jihoon scenarios #park jihoon imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #produce 101 season 2 #pd101s2 #broduce 101 #broduce 101 scenarios #i tried

[fangirlmiv]

Ardyn x Gentiana

Word count: 1210.

Rating: G (nothing x-rated going on, but Gentiana is a teenager here. It might trigger some ppl)

This pairing has been growing on, partly because it’s so delightfully fucked up. I’m playing around with a few ideas I have for an AU, which is pretty angsty and wordy. 

Silver earrings

The girl had been wearing silver earrings. Simple, round hoops that were displayed in a glass-fronted case next to the exhibit.

Gentiana didn’t know why she felt so sad, looking at the earrings. They had been at the museum for more than an hour already, learning about how the city of Solheim had been destroyed and the inhabitants choked by ash and buried in boiling mud, alive no less! The heat had been so great that they had simply evaporated or something, leaving only a kind of shell that the museum-people had filled with plaster and made casts of the dead people. It was kinda gross, but in a good way, an exciting way, but now, after having looked at so many lumps, and heard the guide drone on and on, the excitement had worn away.

So why did she feel so sad now? Gentiana looked again at the white form of the girl. She was curled up next to two women, that must have been her mother and maybe grandmother, and Gentiana imagined that her eyes must have been closed and her face terrified, though it was impossible to tell from the cast. Detailed features were not preserved, and Gentiana was happy for that. For some reason the idea of looking at the girl’s terrified expression as she died made her feel strange. Suddenly she felt queasy. The air in the room was hotter, like in a sauna, and her mouth felt like it was filled with something burning. She coughed, frantically brushing at her mouth. There was nothing, she even stuck a finger into her mouth, but still she could not breathe, and her skin was scorching.

She tried frantically to suck in air, and looked around desperately. Her class-mates had moved along, with the teacher and the guide, while she had been looking at the earrings, and no-one else was in around.

She tried to call out, but no sound came from her parched mouth. Gasping, she stumbled forward, and crashed into something. Falling to the ground, she didn’t notice it was a person, before a hand was put on her shoulder, and a voice said something she didn’t comprehend. Suddenly, the burning, choking sensation was gone, and she could breath again.

Desperately, she sucked down air. Never had anything felt better than the stuffy air of the museum filling her lungs.

“Are you feeling better now?” A soft voice spoke above her, and she raised her head, almost reluctantly. And looked up into the face of a tall man with reddish hair. He looked friendly, but there was something about him that made Gentiana weary. Maybe it was the weird hat he wore. Otherwise, he was dressed in a dark suit, no tie, and looked like some official person.

Gentiana scrambled to her feet. The overwhelming feelings were receding fast, leaving only a strange, faded memory. Had it really happened?

“So - sorry,” she stammered, smoothing down her clothes and hair.

“The displays can be overwhelming,” the man said mildly.

“Hello there, my name is Ardyn Izunia, museum director. Delighted to make your acquaintance.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Izunia. My name is Gentiana,” Gentiana replied without thinking, her natural courtesy winning through her confusion.

“Gentiana,” the man repeated. “What a lovely name. Do you know that it is of Solheim origin? Actually, one of the poor souls in the display might have carried that very name.” He turned to look at Gentiana, and his gaze was both inquisitive and intense, and she fidgeted under his scrutiny.

“That’s kinda sad,” she said, looking down upon the lifeless forms.

“Imagine their sufferings,” Mr. Izunia said, “how they died desperately hoping for salvation, fear filling their hearts that to bursting. How truly sad that they did not know that death is not the end.”

Gentiana frowned.

“Do you mean reincarnation?” she said tentatively. It was weird to hear a museum director talk about stuff like that.

“Oh, no, certainly not such whimsical terms. What I refer to is as set in stone as the law of gravity. It is the undeniable fact that there are souls which are doomed – perhaps a too strong word – but the outcome is the same. There are souls that are bound to this world like corpses held down by chains and weights, forever prevented from floating to freedom as long as the chains exists.” The man rubbed his chin and then looked whimsically at Gentiana.

“But it is the biggest joke of all that the we created the weights ourselves, such a tangled mess we make.” He regarded her intensely. Gentiana fidgeted under the scrutiny. She was rationally aware that this Mr. Izunia was not behaving like any adult she had ever met before, but she was not put off. She knew she should be, but she was not. His words fascinated her, even if she didn’t understand what he meant.

“Is it such a far-fetched thing to imagine that we might have burned so many years ago? That we might have experienced such pain that the memory cannot be completely erased, that it will bubble up like gasses as we struggle against our bonds?

Such suffering, all caused by selfish desire. Is that not a fine joke?”

He didn’t laugh, and his eyes were suddenly so sad that Gentiana found it hard to breathe, but for entirely different reasons than before.

“Ardyn,” she whispered, her voice hitching.

She reached out, stroking his hand, and he shuddered.

“I failed you, beloved,” he moaned, withdrawing his hand, out of her reach.

Suddenly, it came to her that she had once been able to look him in the eye. She had been taller, more graceful, and full of power.

“I wanted to save you, and I could not. You suffered because of my weakness. I should have strangled you myself when Ifrit’s let his rage out.”

“It would have lessened my suffering, but not your guilt, my love,” she said with conviction. Because that was what he was. He was a part of her as integral as her heart and guts.

She had died in that warehouse, choked to death by burning ash and lethal gasses, covered in boiling mud as the roof burned to cinders. She had died wearing the earrings he had given her just days before, on her initiation as a maiden priestess of Shiva. Silver for the Icy Goddess.

She had died, and yet here she was, phone in her pocket and wanting to touch the face of an unknown man.

“Such pain,” she whispered. “Will it ever end?”

He fell to his knees in front of her, and she reached out and touched the lock of his hair that pushed out from under his ridiculous hat. It was as soft as it had been yesterday and decades and millennia ago. Because now she recalls, as the patina deposited by the merciless river of time, that this is not the first time since the burning that they have met, and that even that traumatic event might not be the beginning of their intertwined story.

“And what will happen to us, the ruins of the old world?” she whispers.

He leans into her touch with a sigh.

“We endure,” he replies.

#ardyn x gentiana #ardyn izunia #gentiana #ffxv #shattered radiance #au #rebirth #angst #white trash #fanfiction

[moreracquetball]

oh my GOD that idea that you just mentioned about the fan response??? would literally die for that wtf and tbh i just want to see a lot of jason and whizzer interacting because i Always live for that

Media/Fans

the media finds out about them before they’re even like officially dating. Somehow one lucky paparazzi person that is on like stealth mode gets a picture of a tender moment when Marvin and Whizzer are out together somewhere. In the picture, Marvin is like brushing an eyelash off of Whizzer’s cheek or holding his hand or doing something really sappy (basically trying to communicate to an emotionally-stunted Whizzer that hey sleeping together is cool and all, but I want to actually date you, you know). Well, the news BLOWS UP with headlines like ‘Whizzer Brown’s Mystery Man’ and ‘Playboy baseball player settling down?’ and everyone scrambles to find out just who Marvin is. Once they find out that Marvin is a divorced dad, news outlets like TMZ are flooded with headlines like (thanks to @a-lesbian-from-next-door-too for this GEM of a headline) WHIZZER BROWN WITH DILF???

Whizzer Brown secret boyfriend is the most searched thing on Google that day.

All production in the tabloid industries stops as editors bark for their reporters to dig up more on this story. Journalists scramble for any bit of info they can get on Marvin.

And here comes disastrously incorrect articles like:

Marvin was actually still married when he and Whizzer started “dating.” Whizzer was the cause of his divorce.

Marvin is like 15 years older than Whizzer and is basically using Whizzer for his money.

Marvin has been Whizzer’s secret boyfriend (HUSBAND???) for over ten years now and it’s been kept well hushed hushed secret bc Whizzer has built a brand out of Gay Baseball Player/Playboy.

Jason is Marvin and Whizzer’s adopted child.

CONSPIRACY THEORY: Marvin and Whizzer are not actually together at all. Marvin is not even gay! Whizzer just wanted to rebrand himself from “player on and off the field” and so hired Marvin to be his fake boyfriend (pretending to be “settling down”). (this prompts a startled Marvin to exclaim, “How could anyone think I was straight???” to which Whizzer dead-panned responded, “Honey, no self-respecting gay man dresses like that.”

Also consider the TMZ panel (also credit to @a-lesbian-from-next-door-too for this exchange, too)

“Marvin? What kinda name is Marvin?”

“I know. It’s such an old man’s name!”

“It’s like he was born a middle-aged dad, you know?”

“Uh, guys, Whizzer is a pretty stupid name, too. When you think about it. I mean, who names their kid Whizzer?”

“No one asked you, Brent.”

“Yeah, Brent. Shut the fuck up.”

Marvin finds out about the news bc he goes to work the next morning and some asshole coworker has taped all the headlines around his desk (the DILF headline is blown up and taped over his entire desk).

Marvin is obv pissed and lowkey anxious bc he doesn’t want this sort of attention to negatively affect him or (GOD FORBID) Jason. Whizzer himself is just a little annoyed and sees that Marvin is upset, so he tries to like make the issue go away by tweeting out: “tfw ur out with one of ur booty calls and ppl think that just bc he held ur hand u two are getting married’. And uhh, this makes the media die down but Marvin gets more upset bc hey asshole I think I’m falling in love with you but apparently I’m still just one of your booty calls, huh? And Whizzer gets mad bc Marvin is mad and he just tried to make Marvin less mad, and angst angst angst.

When they do get together, Whizzer posts a picture on Instagram of the two of them with the caption 'tfw you fall in love with one of your booty calls’. And the Internet just kinda explodes.

Fans are a little mixed. On one hand, they’re happy that Whizzer seems to be happy. On another, they’re terrified that a relationship will somehow hurt Whizzer’s playing. They then shut the fuck up when Whizzer plays the most vicious game of his entire career and just throws the best pitches and just basically almost single-handedly eviscerates the other team. At the press conference, people ask what’s up with Whizzer’s playing, and one of Whizzer’s team members just sorta smirks and answers for him, “He has a lot of pent up tension and aggression. He hasn’t seen his boyfriend in like a month [bc it’s the peak of the season and they’ve had to move around a lot to different cities and such]." 

Guys guys guys guys, I cannot begin to describe just how i c o n i c Marvin becomes so quickly. 

Because once they’re like “official,” Whizzer spams his instagram account with Marvin - Marvin in a new gifted Red Sox jersey while Jason (in his decked out Yankees uniform) glares mockingly at him; at the park during a crisp fall afternoon, Marvin breathless and red-faced and caught mid-laugh; Marvin comically but dead-seriously holding a baseball bat with a stance and grip that makes Whizzer and all baseball fans around the world weep; Marvin Jason and Whizzer, in a cheesy selfie after a really tough game; a picture of Marvin’s back as the man is hunched over an oven (this one has the caption “I love when a man puts the steak in ;) ” ); a particularly artsy one with a black and white filter, with Marvin (asleep, hair mussed, naked but only his bare arms, shoulders, and upper back is not obscured by the white sheets) asleep in their bed. The fans lose their minds over these pictures, along with the little tibits of info/stories that Whizzer shares when prompted about what a dorky/lame/baseball-hating/he-writes-me-poetry-literally-what-a-fucking-nerd that his new boyfriend is. 

When tweets and questions about Marvin keep buzzing Whizzer, Whizzer kindly asks (not forces, Jeez, Marv, don’t make it sound like I held a gun to your back) that Marvin get his own instagram/twitter accounts so they can just fawn over Marvin directly and leave Whizzer the hell alone to answer questions about baseball and photography and not about his relationship every fucking five minutes

This turns out to be a mistake. Marvin amasses ten thousand followers in six months. The guy barely even posts about Whizzer himself. He posts about broadway reviews and retweets funny cat pictures and every once in awhile, he posts partiuclarly needling things like how chess is better than baseball and he tags and @’s Whizzer in all of them. And everyone??? Loves it??? Whizzer is a little jealous at how people fawn over Marvin?? Like where’s some Whizzer love??? Whizzer is still the twunk that everyone loves, right???

Marvin is slowly accepted by the baseball wives. They’re catty and cliquish and they make Marvin’s life a living hell those first few months, but when Marvin does not take their shit and keeps pushing back, they grow to a mutual understanding that soon turns into begrudged respect that eventually turns into tentative friendship that eventually much much later turns into “if you dare utter one mean word or look at Marvin the wrong way, I will slit your throat with my sharpened, manicured, pastel pink-painted nails.” Whizzer shares one picture on his insta of Marvin with the baseball wives, with a glass of champagne in his hand and looking like he’s talking shit and the other baseball wives are laughing and eating this shit up, and he captions it: I think my boyfriend joined a cult.

The media as a whole leaves the two alone after they turn out to be just a regular couple and not that interesting?? EXCEPT EXCEPT EXCEPT (see next bullet point)

Okay, so Marvin hates baseball, right? This is established. This is well known. This is Fact. Well, after they become like “official” and the media now knows who Marvin is, news outlets start to attack him/make fun of him/crucify him for looking bored at Whizzer’s baseball games. Like he’ll have his phone out or he’ll have his chin propped up with his hand as if trying to combat sleepiness and sometimes he brings like a magazine to read and he always has that bored, vaguely pained “I do not want to be here right now” look on his face. And any time that the Red Sox makes a good play or gets a homerun, it’s clear that he’s been spacing out bc whenever the people around him start cheering, he likes jumps and does that weak, wide-eyed “Idk what just happened and i kinda want death right now but I am being supportive” clap (one time, he zoned out and Whizzer’s opposing team got a homerun, and Marvin just started meekly clapping bc he heard the crowd doing it and ESPN and TMZ and all the news outlets had a field day of making fun of him).

And the media??? is like “why are you not supporting your partner? You embarrass him by looking so bored. Can’t you learn to love the sport if you love him??” and being really bitchy about it. And Whizzer gets pissed and so goes on air during a press conference - when some smart-ass reporter tries to make a barb about Marvin looking bored and in pain - and says really bitchily, “Guys, Marvin just doesn’t like baseball, okay? Yeah, that makes him an idiot - because baseball is incredible - but it doesn’t make him a bad partner. I don’t expect him to love the things that I love. I like that we’re different, you know? That makes him less boring. Like, he goes to my games even though he hates baseball. That is being supportive. Like fucking hell, guys, I’m with him because he makes me laugh and has a great ass - not because he’s some super baseball fan.” CUE MIC DROP.

And yeah, there are homophobic reactions to the relationship. Facebook groups dedicated to it. Marvin gets hate mail and one time got like yelled at on the street. Some of the media’s stories are overtly homophobic and overly crass. It’s 2017, sure, but there are still idiots out there.

Marvin and Whizzer don’t let the attention - good or bad - get to them. They just keep being in love and posting overly sappy instagram posts about their anniversaries and poking fun at each other on twitter and the attention never breaks them.

I will posts Jason specific headcanons later but like dang, this took a lot out of me bc I have a lot of FEELINGS and if you have more headcanons about this topic, reblog and add your own bc I’m curious how you feel the media/fans would take this.

#this got too long #ask #baseball au #send more requests i love this

[resmarted]

here i am again, smashing the crystal vases and good china, ravaging the beautiful dining room and chucking antiques across the room. i want to be done here, i want to be done here! i want to move on, but to what? i can’t remember how to even be a person, i can’t find the light and this tunnel is so dark and endless, we don’t even have headlights to guide us. i came here to bring you on a date in the stylings of nineties classic it takes two starring kirstie alley and the olsens, except instead of mka we are switching them out for young taylor swifts, that’s right two of them, which is all i could think about the entire time i rewatched it again. so here goes nothing, we open on a street corner in philly because this is our version and the ahhccents are gonna be mewr sewth philly than ahhhnything. taylor swift number one, let’s call her taytay the scrappy orphan that has self-professed lousy english like aintcha gonna wanna git ewta here before they catcha? nobody even blinks and in pigtails and a worn out backwards baseball cap on her head, this ten year old who is probably played by an eight year old swift bc coming from a fellow tall person we just sprout from the crib it’s nuts, i’ve always looked older than i was from being tall. so eight year old swift is playing ten year old scrappy orphan taytay who is always chewing gum and has a baseball bat as kirstie alley (YOU.) look out the window and yell at her like, cmahhn tay! you got an appt with the butkis’ and i told u not to get that dress dirty! and tiny taylor chewing gum is like awww cuhmuhhhhhn doi-anne! just lemme knahck this one outta the pawrk first! that’s not the line it’s something else referencing the fact that they’re playing in the middle of the street of their inner city neighborhood. she is the pretty white girl of the orphanage so it makes no sense she hasn’t been adopted but is of course the star athlete of the kids and favorite of the social worker you-kirstie alley. she is accosted by kids and called a reject and lil taytay’s all why i awwwghta! she’s making her best >:| face, and pop goes the weasel she hits the ball and probably breaks a window or something and as she runs to the cab the kids are like, the butkis ppl are creeps that collect kids! and taytay is tayrrified before threatening the other kids with her fists in the air as the cab drives away. cut to a close up of a nineties cellphone and private plane landing, and taylor number two is wearing a practical pantsuit in beige and just won another piano competition, and she overpronounces all of her t’s at the end of her words. let’s call her fancita. yes i’m serious, i’m already so tired and bored of this story, it was way more exciting after rewatching the other night. whatever this story is just a remix of the parent trap anyway and that’s why we have two baby swifts and don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why i’ve taken you this far down the rabbithole but let’s just keep going until we find each other. so fancita is an aristocratic princess that plays tennis and i don’t know, i’m just trying to get to the part where they are like omg let’s get this social worker and rich man who has a cell phone company before that’s even a thing, and while orphan taytay is in danger of becoming the next adopted butkis - which in this version is just straight up trafficking ring i mean come on, they were pedos and it was heavily insinuated in the movie, but basically she’s in danger of being adopted into an abusive hellhole and fancitay is like hey girl hey! when her butler arrives to pick her up from her private jet. the nineties always portrayed wealth with these long ridiculous limos and british butler limo drivers, which as we now all know rich people are just driven in cars w tinted windows and the only people riding in limos are seniors in high school, but i digress. she meets her new soon-to-be stepmother, also played by taylor swift, present day style. she’s all, when i was your age i had already been through three stepmothers, you’ll be in a tibetan boarding school as soon as the wedding is over tomorrow! for this she is in her satanic red high priestess dress from lwymmd, golden snake rings at all. actually let’s just say at some point she’s bathing in diamonds as well, i mean there are many versions of her current snake-embraced image that we can use for this but that’s not the point, it is that im not even in love with grown taylor swift! i am just trying to fill the void of my dead wife who loved children and built a camp conveniently across from the literal castle we live in. i haven’t been there since, pushes back hair like sigh, since she died ten years ago right after fancitay was born. i’m all, cell phones, i hate the damn things. back when i invested in them everyone thought it was just something out of star trek and now i’m a lonely billionaire marrying snake taylor in a haze of confusion and thinking that’s what i should do, fancita needs a mother after all. you’re a tough talking protective mama bear that wants to adopt orphan taytay but you’re just a social worker and what? the butkis’ already had the paperwork go through to adopt her?? i come to find you after a failed horse meetup planted by the taylor twins to apologize for leaving you to get yelled at by steptaylor, and you’re like look keep your fancy cell phone company lifestyle and keep it moving, bucko! in the movie they get into a food fight but i’m not trying to go that deep, but basically we fight until you, an enraged four foot two version of kirstie alley okay you’re actually just a tiny goth and i’m a clumsy ogre, that part never changes. you push me with all your might, not necessary trying to push me into the river but it happens and i’m all, oh my god i feel like a kid again! this must be love! okay but seriously, that part’s the realest. i do feel like a kid again, and this must be love, mustn’t it? what will our tiny taylors tell us? we don’t know what it is or why, but it makes sense because we feel it, i can feel you. even when you say to your fellow social worker friend (played by your bandmate and beloved drummer) guys like that only date girls with food names like candy or muffin or cookie, and princess taylor disguised as orphan taylor turns around from her archery practice, greatly offended and snapping back, his dead wife was a teacher that loved kids and built this camp and she wasn’t a food her name was kathy with a k played by kourtney in a brief shot of her glamorously in a casket but dripping in jewels and hands delicately crossed over her chest. whatever, goth kourtney fantasies are not the point ok i know that. you look at princess taylor disguised as pauper taylor and are like well excuse me jeez, you don’t gotta bully me over it. sigh so then the state comes for her and accidentally send my daughter to some terrifying child sex ring that nightmares are made of and turned into dateline episodes, and this one is no less horrifying. orphan taylor shows the butler various scars and marks and bruises to show that she’s a fraudulent child that happens to just be another cute blonde that adults didn’t look closely enough at and notice bc they aren’t actually twins in this story, they’re just strangers that look alike. which honestly is prob when they first really started making the olsens insane irl like, pitting them against each other by pointing out fraternal differences and how one was the cute one the other was just the sister oh, don’t even get me started, dear. steptaylor comes home with ultra long extensions like repunzel after sneaky orphan taylor put gum in her hair. the original she gets it all cut off and suddenly her loss of beauty is signified by a short haircut which is so dumb and we just can’t agree with something so stupid, so in this she comes back with thousands of dollars worth of hair that isn’t hers just to prove her worth and appeal, which honestly is much sadder than a short sassy do any day. we get to the home of the butkis’ but no one answers and a neighbor who in the actual movie looks exactly like mike, like no shit just put a bass on him and it’s like every dude in a band probably but him specifically - unless i hallucinated it, the point is! he originally says oh that guy works those kids into the ground at the factory all day, or something like that, but in this version maybe he just shudders bc everyone just gets the pervy vibe from this butkis guy. the door gets kicked in as they are just about to initiate her into the butkis cult of abuse, and i don’t know i think it just ends with like, kirstie alley and the dad kissing? like they don’t get married or anything i don’t think. which leaves so many questions open like, if they do end up getting married, will the taylors become friends? will fancita resent taytay for taking up space and attention away? or will she be so grateful for good mother that everything will be fine and normal and fall into place? it seems like they’re all destined to end up on doctor phil. i mean, what happens when this bonehead (me) doesn’t continue to invest properly and his dumb luck cell phone business inevitably plummets because by the late nineties they’re a dime a dozen and each one is a sinking ship. what happens when they go bankrupt and all have to be poor, will they stay together? will princess taylor be like this is all your fault you’re bad luck with your poor people vibes! bc she can’t understand the crashing economy and how this is just what happens to people, one day you can be rich and the next totally broke, and it’s not really anyone’s fault. are you going to still love me even though i am horrible at saving money is what i’m asking? like, can you just quietly move money around in my accounts for me and put stuff in my savings when i’m not looking? because if i see literally any extra change i’m going to be like time to go eat giant cheeseburgers and drink ourselves into a coma! i got a groupon for a hotel stay in florida, let’s road trip! i know what your biggest concern is besides money and it’s because i know you like the back of my head (not at all), but the answer is no, steptaylor drowns in a sea of snakes at some point because i don’t have time for a decent end for her. i feel like it should be more feminist, like maybe she gets a job slinging mary kay and in the process realizes not only is she a boss at making her own income but that she doesn’t even need the amount of makeup she had been using before. she has like her own spiritual journey in the background somewhere far, far away from us and our super exclusive love, as well as our twin daughters taylor one and taylor two. i have completely forgotten their names by now but i’m just here to see if you even still love me. well? do you??? i’m just trying to prepare you for when i’m like, starting every other sentence with “you know when my wife died…” at really inappropriate times like, to a cashier in the checkout line or just in bed when we are having a romantic evening that i was bound to spoil in one way or another, so it may as well be with dead wife talk. you will probably just laugh and attempt to smother me with a pillow for being so, so embarrassing. i miss you i love you i hate you i don’t know you. i want you. do i ever even say anything else anymore? i mean it is halloween season so technically i don’t have to be original, right? you are the only ghost i could ever truly love, and that’s saying a lot seeing as how i arrived to this world haunted. pls tho, don’t ever stop being my best boo.

#long reads

[general-du-vallon]

for @rhesascoffee  who also prompted: freaking out cause I thought you were dead. Athos and Aramis, canon, and seeing as I made @myhamsterisademon share their lil fic, this is also for them, you guys gotta share everything lol. It is angsty so I figure you’ll like it a bit guys :) 

WARNINGS: porthos is hurt, ppl think he is dead

 Porthos pats Mercredi’s neck and rests his cheek against the muscle there, in her mane, resting again. He hopes she knows where she’s going because he doesn’t. He’s trusting her to bring him to safety. He opens his eyes again, struggling against the cut that’s been re-opened, so old now he barely remembers it. Or had barely remembered, he remembers now, the fresh pain reawakening the old. He shuts his eyes again and trusts his horse. She’s been plodding along for days now, head bent, resting now and then standing still and panting, heat rising off her keeping him warm. He has a feeling that they’re just wandering the countryside of France. They were too deep in the front for people to live around here anymore. It’s just burnt and destroyed land. Porthos lost his sense of where they might be or where they are going a long long time ago. Mercedi lets out a soft whinnie and Porthos hums to her, clicks his tongue at her the way he knows d’Artagnan does, hopes she knows whatever is coming she’s not on her own. She bumps into a trot and Porthos, jogged and rocked, clings to her and tries to keep breathing.

 There’s a terrified cry as Porthos’s grip spasms and he slides off the horse with a hard painful thump. He decides that Mercredi will have an easier time running from whatever it is that’s approaching without him and lies still, hoping whatever Spanish are here will think him dead and leave him be, leave him to rest. Mercredi is gone, off, safe. Porthos wishes he could have seen Athos once more, or lots more. Lots more would have been nice.

 “He’s alive!”

 Yeah, Porthos thinks. Just about. The cry was in French, he hopes that bodes well for him and Mercredi. There’s a thunder of hooves and then whinnying and then… He hears Athos’s warm voice, his dry sarcasm shaking with fear, feels his touch. His hands are familiar and Porthos breathes into them. Porthos supposes this is what dying feels like. At least he’s dying France. At least dying feels like Athos holding him. He presses his face to the rough cloth and lets out his breaths.

 “Hello,” Athos says, shaky, laughing. “Aramis.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I… yeah. There’s a lot of blood Ath, I can’t… I need a knife, supplies, water… the house. Get him to the house.”

 These French are good men, Porthos decides. He breathes again and decides that he can let Athos go for now, let go of death so he can see Athos for real again. He lets go and falls back to the earth, shuddering, and pries his hurting eyes open, looking up at the grey sky. At Athos’s wobbly, wavering face. Porthos reaches out, astounded, but his arms aren’t working. He tries to make Athos’s name, but it doesn’t come. He laughs, a cracked, broken thing: it really is his Athos there, it really really is! Mercredi brought him home, that was Jeudi whinnying. Mercredi found Jeudi and Athos and here is Athos. Porthos laughs, and faints.

 *

Later, Porthos thanks God that he was out for the stitching. Aramis puts tiny delicate stitching through his eyelid and Porthos shudders to think of it. By the time he’s awake he’s got a bandage folded over his eye and his good eye opens more easily. His face is bruised from the blow, his head aches, but he can just about see which is an improvement. He doesn’t even think about his body yet, his shoulder and back and thigh. His side hurts where the sword got between his armour but he is swimming in wine and able to ignore it. The bed is soft. He lets his fingers rest on the cool sheet and gazes at the blurry window, the soft light curtains there. He can hear rain. Sylvie moves into his line of sight, a baby held against her. Porthos smiles.

 “I should let Athos know you’re awake,” Sylvie murmurs, touching Porthos’s cheek in just the place it hurts least. “But I think we’ll let him sleep. He’s been keeping watch over you.”

 He does that. Porthos wonders where Athos is, he must be close he wouldn’t sleep unless he was close to Porthos. Porthos tries to move and his body shivers, pain singing across the expanse of his skin, twisting his muscles, aching him bones. He stills. He knows where Athos is now. He smiles. Athos is at his back, of course, warm and careful with Porthos’s hurts. Porthos concentrates on focussing on Sylvie so he can get a look at the child. He doesn’t know, he realises. Last time he was here this child was mere hours old and had no name. Now she’s big with a cloud of hair, head back on Sylvie’s arm as she sleeps, little mouth open. Porthos wants to ask but all that comes out is a soft rushing sound and a little flood of tears. Sylvie touches his cheek again, face open and questioning; she reaches for Athos, then around the room a little, small gestures, then glances at her child and rests a hand on that cheek too and catches a look at Porthos’s face.

 “Oh. You barely met her, did you?” Sylvie says, and sits, resting the little girl on her thigh in the crook of her knee so Porthos can see, can watch her wriggle to a comfortable place, lips smacking. “She’s hungry, she’ll wake soon. Just like you, sometimes, Porthos. We named her Perette, we call her Pipin.”

 Athos used to call Porthos ‘Pipin’ sometimes, in the early days when Athos didn’t really do much affection. When he was feeling fond he’d call Porthos ‘Pipin’ and touch his cheek and laugh.

 “Athos says he calls her Pipin for you,” Sylvie says.

 Porthos sleeps. He dreams of Marie-Cessette, his little pale child, the blond white of her like a bright moon, and Pipin, like the sun. He wonders where Marie-Cessette is, can’t find her when he wakes. He’s supposed to be home and she should be here or close by but he can’t hear her or see her, and when he tries to open his eyes only one comes. He sees Athos’s face right by his and starts a little.

 “Hello,” Athos says.

 Porthos remembers where he is. Marie is in Paris with Elodie and Constance, well cared for. He’s given her a good life and he’ll see her soon. Here is Athos now, which is safety. Porthos rests his eyes.

 “What happened?” Athos asks, sounding all scrunched up about it.

 “I fell,” Porthos remembers, the mud and grit and blood, the rain. “Mercredi came.”

 “We thought you were dead,” Athos whispers. “Aramis came, we were grieving. Elodie wanted to stay in Paris to make sure you were… d’Artagnan stayed with her.”

 “I’m not dead,” Porthos marvels.

 He is asleep again, though. Athos’s hands are gentle and his body is warm. The bed is soft and Porthos is safe. He is not dead. Mercredi brought him to Athos and Jeudi, he can sleep now. His dreams are full of music and when he wakes Sylvie’s by the window, singing to Pipin, to Perette. She turns and smiles at Porthos, continuing to sing, and brings the baby over resting her on the bed. She sits staring at Porthos, face wet with tears.

 “See? It’s not so bad as all that,” Sylvie says, to Perette. “She woke up and Athos was not here.”

 Athos isn’t here, either. Porthos stares back at Perette and the little girl laughs, tipping forward onto her face in the bed, lying next to Porthos and reaching out to the air like she can see him, tiny hands against Porthos’s beard and chin and shoulder. Sylvie laughs and reaches to lift her away. Porthos rests a hand on the child’s waist keeping her in place and Sylvie snorts.

 “Alright, she can stay with you. I will go find her wandering Papa, he went to see Aramis,” Sylvie says. “And then I am leaving you men to it, I’m going to the village, I’ve been putting it off but we need that kitten. The mice are out of control.”

 “Are you taking Pipin?” Porthos asks, voice a stringy whisper. Sylvie snorts again and shakes her head, not answering beyond that. Porthos is content.

 He lies with the baby against him and keeps her happy by letting her wriggle about and pull herself up on his shoulder to sit and rest against him and stare at him, hands in his hair and beard. Athos comes slipping in and sits, watching.

 “Aramis?” Porthos asks.

 “He’s… afraid,” Athos says. His voice is as hoarse and strung out as Porthos’s. Porthos looks up in surprise and Athos’s smile is ever so wobbly.

 Porthos sleeps again instead of working things out. He dreams about sunshine and meadows and beauty, the dark rich earth and the thickly warmed air, summer and pollen and Athos’s hand in his, Aramis’s arm on his shoulder, laughter. He wakes up and sees Athos holding onto Aramis by the window, keeping him in place. Aramis is talking, voice high and panicked, his arms are up and Athos is hanging onto his forearms to keep him from bolting.

 “You need to see him, Aramis,” Athos says. He’s crying. “Please, please, he’s here, I need you tell me he’s here, he’s really here.”

 “I can’t I can’t I can’t,” Aramis gasps for breath. “I can’t I can’t I-”

 Porthos tries to move and the pain tightens up screws all through him until he can’t help but make whatever sound is slipping between his teeth, unguarded, helpless, like a small child. Aramis rushes to him and his hands are in Porthos’s hair, cradling his face, his tears hot against Porthos’s skin, his gasped words incoherent. Athos comes calmer with wine and his hands against Porthos’s body ease the pain a little. Aramis is whispering prayed in a creaking painful voice. His face is swollen and incredibly pale. Porthos looks at Athos and he too is far far whiter than usual, his eyes a little sunk. Porthos stares at them.

 “We thought you dead,” Athos says, words succinct and clipped.

 “You are going to get well now,” Aramis says, through weeping, forehead resting against Porthos’s sore shoulder, his tears wetting the bandages, the skin of Porthos’s arm. Porthos sleeps and dreams of rain.

 He does get well. Slowly and achingly. He sleeps a lot and he doesn’t understand things around him, he falls into fever and then clambers out of it, to Athos and Aramis, and he sleeps. He hurts and aches and the pain is deep, deep in him, eating away at him and his endurance until he cannot sleep but cannot wake, somewhere sharp and too bright-light between the two, and then Marie-Cessette comes and Pipin comes and they sleep hot little bodies with him, his babies, his children. Elodie is there sometimes, floating, and Aramis comes and weeps and prays, and d’Artagnan sits in the window and watches Porthos while cleaning his guns, sharpening his knives. Constance sits on the bed and reads books to Porthos, reads him reports, laughs. And Athos, Athos sleeps curled with Porthos, his body is usually there, warm and quiet and comforting. Sylvie brings food and warm broth and teas that ease, she’s impatient but kind, she smells like the earth outside when she’s been working, warm sunshine. They circle him and sometimes he feels they are vultures.

 One morning he wakes alone. It is morning, the chill tells him so, the light through the curtains that d’Artagnan left open last night when he was looking out. Porthos stretches a little and he can do that now. He can also see with his one eye, can focus properly. He sits up, he’s done that before also. He swings his legs off the bed and thrums with pleasure at not having people rush at him twittering and pushing him back, urging him to rest. He gets up and stands, shaking and trembling and unsteady but up on his feet. He grips the chair and uses it to help him to the window and throws it open, breathing deeply, deeply, thrilling at the fresh air. He laughs and laughs, leaning into the wall. His noise brings Aramis, who exclaims in joy and comes over, Porthos turns and embraces him, face in Aramis’s long hair.

 “I need a shave,” Porthos says. “Please.”

 “Will you let me?” Aramis asks, pulling away to cradle Porthos’s face, thumb against his beard, fluttering over his bandaged eyes. “Yes, yes, you will let me. Will you sit down please? I think you are going to fall over.”

 “I think I might,” Porthos agrees, and sits heavily and painfully on the chair, nearly missing it, glad he didn’t: that hurt enough without tumbling to the floor. Aramis laughs. “Where is my horse?”

 “She’s out with Jeudi,” Aramis says.

 “You’ll need to get water. Cold water, please,” Porthos says. “No more tepid warm water I beg you.”

 Aramis goes, dashing from the room and dashing back with a bowl and a razor. He kneels and cradles Porthos’s face again, pushing up to kiss him affectionately.

 “I did think you gone,” Aramis says. “I couldn’t feel you.”

 “I know,” Porthos says. “Mercredi brought me home. She saved my life.”

 “Yes,” Aramis agrees.

 He shaves Porthos with such care and gentleness and weeps over him. Porthos sits, resting, and then asks for Athos to come. Aramis goes to get him and Athos comes and they are alone. Athos helps him to the bed and Porthos sits, Athos stands before him. Then Athos shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath and wraps himself around Porthos, tilts his head back and kisses him, tongue and lips warm after the cold water, hand holding Porthos steady, fingers in his hair, against his cheek, everywhere.

 “I’m alive,” Porthos whispers against Athos’s lips.

 “You are,” Athos agrees.

#General Porthos du Vallon #fic #prompts #queer family

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Teen Wolf S06E12 liveblog

because of reasons 

what the hell its so bright. teen wolf legit cant get a handle on their lighting for this damn show its either impossible to see or blinding.

ugh theo really? are we supposed to feel sad for this guy because he’s homeless now the fuck. why do they only bring back the boring white guy characters? where’s danny?? where’s kira? where’s literally anyone else but him.

cool man time for spider murder

dude this is clearly a recurring issue. why is nobody calling his parents?? hes literally an underage kid they keep catching sleeping in a car the fuck??? deputies aint doing shit

omg bruh you have clearly never been to australia. why the fuck you let that spider crawl up your arm? thats on you boo

and of course nobody locks the clinic and we need that obligatory shirtless scene to pull the spider out of his body. not creepy at all

ah yes spiders disappear in a puff of smoke all the time. this is natural spider behaviour.

lol why do people think that if they call scott he will answer? when has he ever actually picked up his phone when ppl need him?? boy keeps it on silent i swear.

ahh yes that getting shot up by a bunch of hunters feeling. but guess who isnt going to die? this seemingly immortal white guy, the shock.

oh no scott flashbacks boy, get out, protect yourself

are they trying to imply that scott ran all that way and malia and lydia just caught up with him? was the running part of the flashback? questions

“do you hear that” its death. lets assume its death.

“hunters. run” wow. those hunters sure are convenient showing up when the show needs a new plot device and literally never appearing otherwise. did chris argent frighten them all away?

what scott bby no, thats your besties dad. put down the sheriff friend

oh what do you know they were flashlights all along and not the red laser things for shooting ppl. much joy.

did scott just come out as a werewolf to the rest of the deputies? i support him.

“Whats wrong with his eyes” lol thats the only thing theyre stuck on, not the transformed face or the growling or the body hair? ok.

“Stand down” ye parrish protect scott. is he part of the pack? did we ever have that confirmed or do we just assume.

oh the deputies lowered their weapons and lydia and malia give scott some vaguely ambiguous looks. 

why do they always have such intense music when literally nothing happens?

if theyre about to do a ptsd storyline for scott (which straight up would make so much sense tbh) i stg they better not make fun

scott awkwardly like “You dont think they saw anything do you” “No more than theyre used to” lol beacon hills u have problems.

scott? why you hiding shit from stilinski? tell him about the bullet. 

why does lydia just stand there for that entire scene and say literally nothing like wtf. dazzling banshee statue.

okay they all decided not to tell the sheriff about chris but like why? sheriff isnt the shoot first type. whats the point?

mason getting distracted talking about bretts 8pack is life.

liam picked mason up and literally carried him out of the locker room im screaming.

dodgy counsellor murderer lady is back

sun tzu quotes. art of war and an ominous knife in the table just another day in the college counsellor ladies office.

oh no poor kid murdered by spiders noooooooooooooooooo in his mouth why

eichen house- gross let that place die already. 

parrish “Im not letting you in that place” wtf let her? nah man. hard pass.

trying to hack into chris laptop- is the password gonna be allison dont do this to us you assholes.

you fuckers didnt even let scott write out allisons name before panning away from the laptop jesus

parrish in the bowels of creepy eichen house what the fuck is even going on in this place honestly

dear god quiet girls voice asking for help fuck that shit right off. nope. parrish gotta flash the eyes for that access because apparently everybody knows about the supernatural in beacon hills now. not a far stretch tbh.

lol doctor locked him in. solidarity.

oh hey i think i saw corey for two seconds. not sure. is theo playing lacrosse with them??? idk. does he even attend school anymore?

is that meant to be brett who body checked him? legit cant even see ppl behind the lacrosse helmets.

i swear they just trying to establish a story line for liam in case they can come back with another show. but like he aint that interesting sorry.

why is it just destroy goalie corey now? hes doing his best. trying to stay visible.

counsellor lady looking at brett. newest victim?? brett trying to help liam get control ayeee werewolf pals.

the fuck parrish. how is the population of beacon hills not constantly dropping with all these body piles that keep showing up everywhere.

haha nurse dude who locked him in was evil, were they trying to surprise us with that?

yet another liam rage moment. somebody help this kid chill out for five seconds.

chris making deals, finding out ppl buying guns from him are fake army dudes what a ride. wheres his backup? 

“I had a guy on the inside” “who” “youre standing on him” lol malia and scott arrive to fuck it up again.

huh a massive shoot out where nobody got shot and the bad guy got away. nice.

“You dont have a cell in here that can hold me” damn parrish sounding tough and shit before he becomes a popsicle.

did they honestly just bring brett back so the new counsellor lady could kill him. harsh

lydia up to her banshee shit again. save parrish.

“I havent stamped a bullet since allison died” dear god rip my heart out.

how did it take them literally that long to find the dead kid who got eaten by spiders in the locker room? like was he just lying there all day and nobody noticed.

lol lydia went to eichen house and didnt tell anybody she was going there. smart move. much good plan.

bruh this nurse guy gonna kill parrish. what is lydia even doing rn?

jesus everybody be having flash backs for when they were tortured at some point in the past. poor girl be having a panic attack.

OMFG THEY DID IT AGAIN DAMMIT. WHY DOES EVERY FEMALE CHARACTER HAVE TO HAVE A FREAK OUT BEFORE SHE HAS AN EMPOWERING MOMENT GODDAMN.

like literally they go all terrified and crying before their expression gets intense and powerful like seriously? girls dont all react the same way you cowards.

wow actually having a moment where scott admits he got freaked out. cant remember the last time that happened. oh hey and here comes the malia x scott scenes. how is this not weird?

has literally everybody hooked up on this show now at some point?

hahah chris turns up with a laser sight thing on his gun. very appropriate. not traumatising at all.

aww scotts little smile after he looked at malia was kinda sweet. 

omg the way they flinched when chris raised his gun- these poor fucking kids man. cant catch a break

oh god when young pack gang find the spider kid decidedly not dead and they say they tried to call him and he checks his phone and is like “huh musta died” THATS A TERRIBLE PUN. VERY BAD.

wooo they figured out its an inexperienced hunter killing ppl. also where did brett go? are we just assuming hes alive because he got away idk?

im liking the little pack powows in scotts kitchen. simpler times.

it all comes down to fear. “What are they afraid of?” “....us” DUN DUN

hold up counsellor lady got scratched? she a werewolf now???? omg lol brett jumping out of trees to attack counsellors who tried to kill him.

gets shot by an arrow for his efforts. flees into the night. noice.

ugh gerard. bruh. you need to die. lets not take the counsellor lady under your wing. beacon hills is running out of bodies to make piles out of as it is. 

#teen wolf #season 6 spoilers #6b spoilers #teen wolf s06e12 #dont know what this is #me venting basically #oh well its been fun

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1-100

holy cow ok here we go

1. What is you middle name? Kristina2. How old are you? Turning 22 in november~3. When is your birthday? november 13th4. What is your zodiac sign? scorpio5. What is your favorite color? mint/pastel green6. What’s your lucky number? 117. Do you have any pets? no:(8. Where are you from? Sweden9. How tall are you? 165 cm10. What shoe size are you? 3711. How many pairs of shoes do you own? probably 15 ish if you count all seasonal shoes >.>12. What was your last dream about? i dreamt that some people from my school came to my house and wanted to have a bbq??13. What talents do you have? none lmao i’m really good at hugging does that count14. Are you psychic in any way? nope15. Favorite song? as of right now, love whisper by gfriend or newton by monsta x  or fly high by dreamcatcher i can’t decide lol. 16. Favorite movie? idk if I have one? I really like Mulan17. Who would be your ideal partner? lee jooheon18. Do you want children? idk maybe in a distant future19. Do you want a church wedding? nope20. Are you religious? nope21. Have you ever been to the hospital? not for anything serious22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? lol no23. Have you ever met any celebrities? yes a swedish football player and a norweigan talk show host. both came to the store i work in lol24. Baths or showers? showers25. What color socks are you wearing? not wearing socks rn26. Have you ever been famous? no27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no28. What type of music do you like? kpop >.>29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? yes!30. How many pillows do you sleep with? three31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my side32. How big is your house? rn i live in my parents house which is not that big33. What do you typically have for breakfast? sandwiches and eggs, or yogurt and granola34. Have you ever fired a gun? nooooo35. Have you ever tried archery? no36. Favorite clean word? shenanigans (it’s a fantastic word)37. Favorite swear word? balls. is that even a swear word38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? i have no idea, a little over 24 hours?39. Do you have any scars? only a few really small ones on my hands40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? not that have made themselves known lol41. Are you a good liar? yes42. Are you a good judge of character? i’d like to think so43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yes i’m pretty good at doing accents!44. Do you have a strong accent? in swedish yes in english no45. What is your favorite accent? i love scottish46. What is your personality type? infj47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? a wool coat i bought last winter48. Can you curl your tongue? no:(49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie50. Left or right handed? right handed51. Are you scared of spiders? yes they’re terrifying D:52. Favorite food? any kind of pasta~53. Favorite foreign food? kimchi54. Are you a clean or messy person? i’m somewhere in between…55. Most used phrased? what the fuck56. Most used word? why57. How long does it take for you to get ready? like 15-30 minutes depending on how much effort i put in58. Do you have much of an ego? not really no59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck lol60. Do you talk to yourself? literally all the time61. Do you sing to yourself? also literally all the time (as long as i am completely alone)62. Are you a good singer? hahah no63. Biggest Fear? snakes64. Are you a gossip? nooo65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? idk66. Do you like long or short hair? long hair67. Can you name all 50 states of America? nope68. Favorite school subject? I liked english and psychology69. Extrovert or Introvert? introvert70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no i’d be too scared to ever even try71. What makes you nervous? feeling like i have no control over a situation72. Are you scared of the dark? a little73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? sometimes74. Are you ticklish? yes very75. Have you ever started a rumor? would never do that76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? no?77. Have you ever drank underage? yes78. Have you ever done drugs? once 79. Who was your first real crush? i get crushes on ppl all the time i don’t even remember the first one80. How many piercings do you have? two in my ears81. Can you roll your Rs?“ yes 82. How fast can you type? pretty fast idk what unit i should answer in lmao83. How fast can you run? in high school i could run 100m in like 14 seconds idk about now though84. What color is your hair? blonde85. What color is your eyes? blue86. What are you allergic to? nothing87. Do you keep a journal? no i used when i was younger though88. What do your parents do? my mom’s a kindergarten teacher and my dad is an economist89. Do you like your age? i guess?90. What makes you angry? ignorant people91. Do you like your own name? I do actually92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no babies are in a too distant future for me to be thinking about names93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? girl94. What are you strengths? i’m kind and helpful and i’m good at making people feel good about themselves95. What are your weaknesses? i’m lazy and i hold grudges96. How did you get your name? My great grandmother’s name was Anna and my mom wanted me to be called something similar to that so she named me Hanna lol97. Were your ancestors royalty? not that i know98. Do you have any scars? didn’t i already answer this99. Color of your bedspread? pink and white100. Color of your room? white walls and furniture. grey and blue on most fabrics (curtains, pillows and stuff)

wow this was fun, thank you for saving me from boredom! >.>

#replies #uraraka-s #cred to anyone who reads all of this