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marshmallowgoop · 2 years
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How about Aikuro Mikisugi for character bingo?
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ezwezz · 10 months
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lost in your eyes
h.yj x f!reader
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genre: fluff!! summary: you and yunjin find yourselves lost in the countryside, so you make the obvious decision to start a livestream. words: 1.1k
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yunjin x yn!! my cuties omg hi where are you guys?? they look like a couple lol
the viewers instantly surged in numbers and countless comments came pouring in. most were excited greetings and some were doting on the pair on screen, a few begging for couple poses to screenshot.
"hey everyone!"
"hi guys! thank you for joining us."
you and yunjin stood side-by-side, waving at the camera, which yunjin held as you nestled your chin on her shoulder.
"just to clarify, we aren't lost...we just can't seem to find our members anywhere."
the camera flipped around to reveal the open countryside. fields upon fields of...nothingness.
help where tf are they??? plz r they stranded idk whether to laugh or phone emergency services
"as you can see...there is no sign of civilisation. this may possibly be our 'rural survival' era." you announced, the camera flipping back to you and yunjin.
"but don't worry guys, we're safe, we just need to retrace our steps."
"i could've sworn they came this way..." you glanced around one more time as if your members were hiding somewhere in the barren landscape.
"i know... but i'm starting to think they may have gone down the other path."
"it all looks the same, this feels like the backrooms."
"i know right, we're too city girl for this." you nodded in agreement before hooking an arm beneath yunjin's and starting your trek back down the path.
the woman began replying to comments as you walked comfortably together.
"they're telling us to hold hands." she stated after a moment, a goofy smile on her face.
"guys…we're literally stuck in the middle of nowhere and that's how you're feeling?" you feigned offence but happily complied, gently taking yunjin's hand and intertwining your fingers, lifting it up to show the viewers, who were going wild in the comments.
you two were often affectionate with each other, seemingly having instant chemistry, which the fans quickly picked up on. it didn't take long for you and yunjin to become the most shipped pair in the group, but you didn't mind- you thought it was quite sweet actually, and you could definitely think of worse things to be circulating. not to mention the fact that you'd had a small crush on yunjin for a while now and clearly weren't subtle about it, judging by the copious amounts of dating rumours between you two, but you could usually play it off.
yunjin's opinions on the matter were kind of a mystery to you. she'd never explicitly addressed the shipping, but seemed to entertain the idea, often initiating affection or playfully flirting with you...for the fans, you dejectedly assumed.
you felt yunjin squeeze your hand and glanced up to see a soft smile adorning her features. you reciprocated the affection by squeezing back, the wordless action lighting a welcome warmth in your chest. the sun had begun to melt, plunging you into a golden hue that captured yunjin's eyes, causing them to gleam like sparkling pools of honey. the sight almost took your breath away and you gulped, wary of sinking too deep.
the way they look at each other, i can't absbjsbfh love love love pretty yunjin x yn is canon idc the way they're lost rn....IN EACH OTHER'S EYES
the last comment made you chuckle, and you saw yunjin's face light up on the screen when she read it as well.
"we probably look like an old couple right now. all we need is a dog." she stated with a laugh, causing you to smile shyly.
"or a cat."
"but cats don't like to go on country walks."
"neither do i. we're an old couple trying to be youthful and active while our grumpy cat chills at home, in the city." yunjin giggled loudly, squeezing your hand once again.
"yes that's perfect. let's make it happen." your eyes widened and you were met with her mischievous smirk.
damn you yunjin.
are the dating rumours even rumours at this point we're witnessing y/n's gay panic, live plz yunjin is such a flirt
"we should probably find our way back to civilisation first." you stated, hoping the inevitable blush in your cheeks wasn't too noticeable.
"that's true...maybe instead of going on live we should've called chaewon...?"
"wait why didn't we think of that first? your stupidness is rubbing off on me yunjin." you reached for the phone in your coat pocket, only to find many...many missed calls from your members. yunjin nervously chuckled beside you, also witnessing the horror.
"this is definitely because of your stupidness. why was your phone on 'do not disturb'?" she exclaimed.
"i was trying to experience nature properly!"
when the cottage-core liftestyle backfires because you're literally an idol
"okay everyone, you're about to witness y/n being torn to shreds by chaewon-unnie. prepare to be entertained."
you shot yunjin a dark glare before calling chaewon, the hollow ringing sending cold waves of fear through your body.
"y/n! where the hell are you?? why weren't you answering?! are you seriously on live right now!?"
"uh hi chae..." you glanced to yunjin for help but she simply shrugged angling the camera to show your panicked face instead. "we just got a bit sidetracked..."
"sidetracked??? you went missing and decided to do a livestream! i'm literally going to start developing grey hairs because of you two."
"i'm sorry chae, we're on our way back now...i think."
"you think?! please don't tell me you need a search team to go after you..."
"a search team?? wait... omg i think i see some cars."
yunjin swivelled her head in the same direction as you then gasped, physically jumping for joy.
"yunjin and y/n have navigated the perilous journey and return unscathed." she addressed the viewers as if she were a sports commentator.
you were literally walking for 5 minutes yay! power couple these two are perfect for each other poor chaewon LMAO
"oh thank god." chaewon sighed. "we're waiting by the car. remind me to get you guys those backpack leashes next time." and with that, she hung up.
you and yunjin took one look at each other before bursting into laughter.
"alright guys, sorry this was brief but hopefully you found it entertaining." you told the viewers.
"if you don't see us shitposting on twitter later, assume that foul play is involved by the hands of chaewon-unnie." yunjin added.
"mhm... okay, goodbye everyone! pray for us!" you and yunjin gave the camera a final enthusiastic wave before ending the live.
"that was fun." she stated before rejoining your hands. the action catching you off-guard since the live had ended, but you certainly weren't complaining.
"i reckon we should get lost together more often." you replied.
"in each other's eyes." yunjin wiggled her eyebrows, referring to the earlier comment causing you both to giggle.
"i have no objections."
"hm..." yunjin squeezed your hand, leaning slightly further into you. you squeezed back and relished in the closeness. "can we call our grumpy cat chaewon?" she mused after a moment.
"oh absolutely."
your eyes met once again, this time exchanging an unspoken feeling of adoration.
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erosuguru · 8 months
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No title sorry bout that lol Satoru Gojo x Reader, mainly fluff, reader lovingly bullies gojo, gojo is whipped, 800+ Words
CW: none, fluff head to toe, can't spell 'Satoru' without 'Sato' (sugar) gehehehehehehehe dies, little proof reading
Notes: I had a long day and I was book shopping and I realised "ah, gojo would buy shit for his gf just because he remembered her" so here we are, I'm not good at writing fluff plz bare wit me, I'm trying out a new divider plz tell me if it looks good or bad :')
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A book slid across the soft surface of the table to you, you put down your mug and examined the cover then looked up towards your white haired boyfriend who's face looked like he was expecting you to jump into his arms and express gratitude.
"What's this?" Satoru's expression fell at your words. He sat up and gestured to the book as if that would make you understand. "The book you were talking about, remember? When we had coffee in that new place?"
Wow, he remembered? You couldn't help but smile, that conversation was weeks ago and he still remembered, during then you passively mentioned the book's title, you merely brought it up saying your friends were all reading it and talking about it but you weren't going to pick it up anytime soon (for the sake of your TBR list, you can't..)
"And you waited until now because...?" You picked up the book as you spoke, fingers flipping through the freshly printed pages and examining the font size and spacing of the words. Satoru snorted, "waited? I've been looking for it everywhere!" He folded his arms over his chest as irritation took over his features."Everywhere I checked, it was sold out!"
"Seriously? You ran around stores for me?" You teased, and he pouted, scooting his chair closer to you. "Of course~ when my love asks for something, I race to get it!"
"Satoru, that's nice, but.." You set the book down. "I didn't ask for–"
"Shhhh, you can show me your devoted thanks later." He cut you off with a finger to your lips, acting as if he was saving your breath from praising him and his valiant efforts (of purchasing a popular book).
Continuing this would just prove to be useless, although it was a nice gesture, even if you couldn't read it now– he listened, he knew you were interested and he made the effort to purchase something with you in mind.
To say Satoru was an impulsive buyer was an understatement. He's smart with his money, and yet moments where he loses all rationality in a transaction have been frequent after establishing a relationship with you. If Satoru sees anything in a store that briefly reminds him of you, he's taking it home to you.
The best part of the whole process is seeing your reaction, even if you told him he didn't need to waste his money on you– he could see the smile twitch at the corner of your lips as you grew flushed; almost as if shy that satoru thinks of you so fondly outside of your daily interactions.
His surprises could be anything, ranging from a mug that was the right shade of your favorite color to a necklace he thought would look good on you, it makes him even happier when he sees you use said gift in any mundane activity.
"This is really sweet of you, baby, thank you." You replied and kissed his cheek, Satoru hummed through a smile happily, accepting your affections. You reached for your mug– the mug he bought you because he knew you'd love the cartoon cat on it.
"So where'd you find it?" He waved off your question."It doesn't matter. What matters is that I got it before anyone else could, and capitalism loses!"
"Capitalism actually won because they got your money, so.." You quietly drank from your mug as you watched his face contort to disappointment. You restrained yourself from laughing at his pouting. How dare you belittle his victory?
"You're so mean to me! And here I bought 2 copies so we can read it together!" He announced as he showed his copy, the same book with the same cover. You set down your mug and cooed at him. "Satoru! You didn't have to do that. Honestly, are you obsessed with me?"
You uttered that sentence in a clear joking tone, but his expression hadn't changed. "Of course I am! I thought I made it pretty clear! You're literally all I think about!" Satoru proudly proclaimed and grew red in the face when you burst out laughing, your features growing flushed as well at his declaration.
"You're so lame, Satoru!" You wiped the tear away from your eye as you came down from your little giggle fit. He pouted at you once more. "What? Am I the only obsessed one here?"
"Maybe, I'm not the one who ran store to store looking for 2 copies of the same book?" His pout persisted at your retort, laying his head on your shoulder he stared up at you with a pitiful yet loving gaze, one that he would give you whenever you were being 'mean' to him.
"Okay, okay.." You turned to him and cupped both his cheeks in your hands, kissing his forehead, Satoru indulged in the closeness, feeling your scent envelope him as you leaned closely to him. He stopped you from moving your hands away just as you began doing so, keeping them on his cheeks.
"... Satoru?" You waited for him to answer but he only tipped his face towards you, you rolled your eyes unable to fight the smile off your lips as you kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose and finally right on his soft lips. "Was that good enough compensation?"
His face reddened, and he nodded once. "Mhmm, thank you, pookie~"
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carlsdarling · 8 months
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A fic where the reader and Carl are playing truth or dare and it gets more explicit the longer they play 🤭 you can say no
Truth or Dare
Carl and Y/N are bored and play truth or dare and it becomes juicy... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw
As was often the case, you and Carl hung out in his room, bored. As nice as it was to not have all the pre-apocalypse obligations (no one was bugging you anymore about applying to colleges and building your futures) all that free time brought other problems.
Specifically, a lot of boredom. Life within the walls of Alexandria was tranquil and mostly uneventful unless supply runs were coming up, walkers were scratching at the door, or Negan showed up.
"What should we do?" asked Carl languidly, setting aside the game controller. "I don't feel like gaming anymore." He yawned.
"How about Truth or Dare?" you suggested.
Carl shrugged his shoulders. "All right. I'll start. Whatcha gonna choose?"
"Dare," you replied.
"Okay. Massage my neck. I’m sore", Carl grinned and stretched out on the bed, invitingly. You sat down next to him and worked his tense muscles until he was relaxing and closed his eye. His skin felt warm under your fingers.
"That's enough," you then announced. "Your turn."
"Truth," Carl said wearily. He seemed to have appreciated your massage.
You regarded him mischievously. "How often do you masturbate?"
Carl turned bright red. "That's not fair," he protested.
"Yes, it is," you chuckled, "You had the choice."
Carl writhed in embarrassment, holding his hands to his face. "Uum... usually once a day?"
You squeaked with amusement. "Every day? Oh my God, Carl!" You bent over laughing.
"Enough of that," Carl tried to end the subject, clearing his throat. "Your turn." You could tell by Carl's face that you were now facing a similarly awkward question, so you decided to go with Dare. "Go find Eugene and ask him for condoms."
Your mouth was wide open. "You can't be serious," you grumbled, "Why Eugene of all people? And what would he think of me?"
Carl laughed gleefully. "Well, that's your problem. Come on, get out of here."
Sighing, you walked out. You found Eugene outside the church, chatting with Gabriel. "Eugene, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" you asked. He moved away with you a few steps. "I need condoms," you informed him in a straightforward manner. You wanted to get the task over with.
Eugene stared at you. "Condoms are used to perform activities of breeding without actually breeding," he then pontificated. "So do you want to engage in such activities?" He raised his eyebrows curiously.
"No, um... it's just that, I lost a bet," you mumbled.
Eugene looked like he didn't believe you. "Alright, well, I need to get some from storage," he then announced.
Mortified, you took the condoms from him a little later and returned to Carl, where you threw them on the floor in front of him. "That was mean," you fretted, "just you wait. I'm gonna get my revenge. Truth or Dare?"
Carl looked uncertain. "Umm... Truth," he chose, not wanting to be sent on an embarrassing mission, too.
"Have you ever tried putting on a condom?" He stared at you, disconcerted. "Yes or no, Carl?"
"Uum... yes," he then confessed. "Just to try it out to see if I could deal with it." He played with the blanket. Somehow you found the idea of Carl touching himself and experimenting with condoms sexy, and involuntarily you imagined him naked. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," you said.
"Have you ever had sex?"
You sighed in frustration. "Yes, once." It hadn't been particularly thrilling, but Carl looked impressed. "Okay, Carl, your turn."
"Dare."
"Put one of those condoms on right now."
"Uum... what?" he stammered. When you just looked at him, grinning, he picked up the condoms from the floor, placed them beside him, and fumbled hesitantly with the buttons on his jeans. Uncertainly, he then exposed himself, and you were amused to note that his cock was half-erect, sticking out from the tuft of dark pubic hair. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before," Carl murmured quietly and eyed you reluctantly.
You snickered and sat down next to him, and somehow the two of you ended up hugging and kissing, and your hand moved to Carl's lap. You began to gently stroke his cock, and it immediately became completely erected. It felt warm and hard at the same time, like steel covered in velvet. Carl moaned in delight. A little bit of moisture showed at his tip. "It's so good," he sighed, and lay backwards on the bed while you jerked him off. You enjoyed watching him having his pleasure. Carl squirmed under your caresses, moaning. He was so cute when he was aroused - his eye was closed, his face flushed, his mouth half open and his hair slightly messed up. You wondered if he looked the same when he was pleasuring himself. He moved his hips urgently, and more precum leaked out and poured over your hand. You bent down to kiss Carl. He put his arms around you, and his moans increased as he reached for your hand, closed it tighter around his cock, and showed you how he liked it best. "Faster," he whispered breathlessly. "Oh, please, Y/N, go faster." He whimpered and whined, clinging to you. "I'm cumming," he sighed then, only a split second later he shot his load.
Some of it had landed on your shirt. "Tzzzzzzz, Carl," you scolded him jokingly. "Look what you've done." He glanced at you from under half-closed eyelid, relaxed and happy. You lay down next to him to cuddle up with him.
"Truth or Dare?" he whispered, kissing you.
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morningstarbee · 7 months
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as much as i love hannibal, i will always be a will defender
I've seen some discourse among fannibals about who was in the wrong during Mizumono. I've actually seen several takes calling Will heartless and a monster for betraying Hannibal/hurting his feelings.
And I just need to write my thoughts down on this because I've always been a big proponent of
"Hannibal is a hypocrite who can dish it out but can't take it."
What do I mean by that? Let's make it very clear what happens in between them throughout the show.
(Spoilers ahead. Obviously.)
Let's start with Season 1
Will is a lonely person who has never felt truly understood by anyone
Hannibal befriends Will, accepting his darkness and the other unpleasant parts of his personality that drove other people away and made him feel wanted.
Hannibal gets Will to rely on him, to trust him and his opinion above any other person in his life.
Hannibal becomes aware of a serious illness that not only affects Will's ability to perceive reality, but could potentially kill him. He not only fails to inform Will or a medical professional about this, but actively makes it worse.
He frames Will for his own murders and when Will realizes something is going wrong and comes to him about it, urges him to turn himself in.
Will goes to prison and loses his credibility, his reputation. All his friends and colleauges no longer trust him. For many, all the secretly held beliefs they had about him are "confirmed" and all the perceptions about himself he had spent his life avoiding are now the common opinon.
Good? Okay now let's see what happens in Season 2.
Will makes a (failed) attempt to kill Hannibal through a proxy.
Hannibal claims his kills as the Ripper and Will is released from prison.
Will hatches a plot with Jack to make Hannibal believe that Will is on his side so that they can get him arrested.
Will makes Hannibal feel accepted and seen, in a way he had believed no one was capable of.
He plans to betray Hannibal at the final dinner with Jack and arrest him when he begins the plan to kill Jack.
Does that sound familiar? Person A befriends Person B, makes them feel accepted, and then betrays them and gets them thrown in jail. Person B's revenge is to befriend Person A and make them feel accepted only to turn and and betray them to get them thrown in jail.
It's a pretty fair revenge right? The only way it could have been more even was if Will somehow gave Hannibal brain cancer or something. (Though you could argue that the attempted murder makes up for it.)
Except, no, because Will doesn't go through with it.
He changes his mind and decides not to do the betraying part. He makes a very real attempt to accept Hannibal's offer and run away with him. And yet, in Hannibal's eyes, he accepted too late. And we all know what happened in Mizumono. A complete bloodbath.
That's the equivalent of someone punching you, and when you punch them back, they gut you in their fucking kitchen.
I also want to point out something specific in Mizumono.
Hannibal slices through Will's abdomen and says the words "I forgive you. Can you forgive me?"
REMEMBER THAT.
Now what happens in Season 3?
Hannibal leaves for Italy with Bedelia and is living in Florence with her.
It takes 8 months for Will to fully recover, not only from his physical wounds, but from the emotional ones. Hannibal leaving him behind. Grieving Abigail for the second time.
Will mentions, two separate times in this season, how he wanted to run away with Hannibal. When Jack asks why he warned Hannibal he says "Because he was my friend...and because I wanted to run away with him." Later, in Italy, when Jack asks if he will disappear with Hannibal when they find him, Will replies "Part of me will always want to."
Also, people never mention this, but everyone who survived the bloodbath knew Will had betrayed them. After Will took the risk to betray everyone to try and follow Hannibal, Hannibal left him behind with the people he betrayed for him.
Will travels to places where Hannibal has been to try and figure him out. Why that happened. What went so wrong. He visits the chapel in Palermo, the entrance to Hannibal's mind palace. He visits his childhood home and leaves flowers on Mischa's grave and a tableau of the man who killed her. He takes a tour that ends with him in Florence, where Hannibal "became a man", and finds him there.
They have, by all accounts, a pleasant conversation. They leave the Uffizi Gallery together and Will pulls a knife from his pocket. Chiyoh shoots him before we ever see how that plays out. And afterwards, Hannibal has him so drugged he can barely string a sentence together to explain himself. Then Hannibal attempts to murder him. Like saw open his skull and eat his brain.
Now this is purely speculation, but I have always had a pretty clear idea of what Will was attempting here, although he had arguably bad timing.
Earlier in the season, when Will was following Hannibal through the catacombs, he calls out "I forgive you." Which is a call back to when Hannibal forgave him in Mizumono.
Now how did Hannibal forgive him? He stabbed him, sliced him open with a knife, enough to hurt, really hurt, but not enough to kill him. He left him with a scar. A physical reflection of the emotional pain he caused Hannibal.
I will argue until the day I die that Will was attempting to reciprocate that idea here.
Hannibal reacts like Will was attempting to kill him. That getting that close and having that conversation about how intertwined they were was another ruse. I think in part it was an emotional reaction, though Hannibal would deny it. I mean, fool me once shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on me, right?
Of course, Hannibal doesn't get a chance to kill him because they are interrupted by the mercenaries Mason hired kidnapping them and taking them back to the States.
This is another big thing, because Mason wasn't after Will at all, not really. He was simply a bonus to Mason, and since he had them both, he decided to use Will, by cutting off his face and using it like a mask. Will is constantly catching strays for being associated with Hannibal.
They get out of this situation, narrowly, due to Alana's intervention and Hannibal rescues Will and takes them both back to Wolftrap.
When Will wakes up, Hannibal is acting like they're all hunky dory, like he didn't just make an attempt on Will's life.
Will tells him to fuck off. "I’m not gonna miss you. I’m not gonna find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore."
AND THIS IS SO VALID !!
Will has made so many attempts to meet Hannibal at his level. Every single attempt at reciprocity between them has ended in Hannibal lashing out. Despite all of Hannibal's claims of wanting an equal, he never lets Will commit acts of betrayal and violence on the same level as him. If I was Will, I would also be done with him. It's so exhausting putting so much energy into someone only to constantly get it thrown back in your face like that.
(Also why I believe, in the show canon, their relationship doesn't work until Hannibal gets humbled by three years in prison.)
This is why you may hear me say things like "Hannibal has the emotional intelligence of a toddler" or calling him a hypocrite and stuff like that. Again, I LOVE Hannibal, he's one of my favorite fictional characters, period. But sir, you're so dumb. How can someone so clever be so stupid?
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thevampywolf · 1 year
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Frogs, Fairies, Chocolate and Strawberries
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Genre: husband!Chan, fluff
Warnings: none
Request: no
Characters: Chan, Noah, Y/N, Sky
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: header by @strayfoxxchan 🖤 go show her some love hehe
"This can't be that hard, can it?" Chan asks himself as he dumps a bag of groceries onto the kitchen island. He unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows before unpacking the groceries he just bought.
He takes out a punnet of strawberries, several bars of chocolate with different cocoa percentages, as well as small packets of other sweets and nick-nacks. He pushes the rest of his things aside before taking up the punnet of strawberries, and after finding a large colander in a cupboard, he makes his way to the sink.
Chan takes his time; he washes the strawberries carefully, using his nimble fingers to clean the leaves. He hums under his breath, a soft smile dancing on his lips as his mind wanders to the thought of his wife. He feels giddy - he hopes his endeavour goes well so he can see his wife's beautiful smile.
"Dad?" Noah slopes down the stairs, shuffling into the kitchen. "Watcha doing?"
Chan peers over his shoulder, his eyes landing on his fifteen year old son. Noah almost looms over his father as he comes to stand next to himr, and Chan smiles as he looks up at him.
"Hey kiddo. I, am uh … attempting to make your mother some chocolate strawberries," Chan replies with a chuckle as he turns the tap off. He shakes the colander, letting any excess water drip out of the bowl, and he laughs mischievously when it splashes onto Noah's face. "Oops."
"I just had a shower," Noah snorts, rubbing his face. He raises an eyebrow. "Any particular reason why you're making chocolate strawberries?
Chan smiles. "Your mother was looking at some really fancy, really expensive ones last night on some really fancy, really expensive website. And then she was very unsubtly telling me she wanted to try them. So, being the good husband that I am, I thought I'd make them for her … I mean, how different can they be really? A strawberry is a strawberry … you can find good chocolate anywhere."
Noah smiles. His fondness for his father grows as he listens to his explanation; the man is always doing things for then all, his little acts of service solidifying his love and affection for them all.
Chan cocks his head to the side, suddenly laughing at Noah's intense gaze. "What?"
"Nothing," Noah shrugs, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the counter. "You're a good man, I guess."
"You guess?" Chan laughs, gently tipping the strawberries onto a bed of kitchen roll. "You guess?"
"You are," Noah rolls his eyes.
"I'm only joking," Chan grins. "But why the sudden … compliment?"
Noah watches as Chan uses more tissue to dry the strawberries. "I don't know … I mean, who actually makes chocolate strawberries for their wives? My friends' dads all sit on the sofa all day and yell at the telly … you've never done that. I mean … you have but not in the same way.You always do things, you know?"
Chan wrinkles his nose, his face taking on a very apparent expression of dislike. "Yeah now, see … I don't like men who do that. You're supposed to help your family and do things, not sit on your ass all day and order them about. Like, these men will claim they're all manly and tough but can't even get themselves a glass of water … it's so stupid."
He straightens up, throwing the tissues away in the bin. "I've always hated it … my dad has always been super active and kind and he helped my mum all the time - I wanted to be like that too, you know?"
Then he suddenly laughs, embarrassed. "Sorry, kiddo. Your silly dad is going off on a rant again."
"No, it's fine," Noah shakes his head. Then he grins. "I wanna be like you too."
"You do?" Chan asks in surprise. He suddenly chuckles, playfully sliding his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Wanna make some chocolate strawberries with your old dad then?"
"Yeah," Noah nods. He immediately rolls his sleeves up with his long fingers and Chan smiles at him happily as he watches him.
"Wash your hands," Chan says. "Then you can help me melt some of this chocolate."
Doing as he's told, Noah thoroughly scrubs his hands. Once he's dried them, Chan hands him some glass bowls and a few bars of the chocolate.
"I was thinking we could make different ones," Chan says, showing Noah all his different additions. "We could make some milk ones, some white ones, some dark ones … and then we could do that fancy piping with the opposite chocolate colours?"
Then he sighs, looking into the empty bag. "I forgot to get more piping bags. We don't have any."
"Hmm," Noah walks to the other end of the kitchen and pulls open one of the drawers. He rifles through it before finding a roll of grease proof paper. He holds it aloft with a smile. "We don't need piping bags."
Chan watches curiously as his son cuts squares of the paper. Then starting from one of the corners, he rolls the paper up on an angle until it starts to resemble a tiny cone. He tapes the two sides together and holds it out to his father happily.
"See?" Noah says. "Makeshift piping bag."
"Ooh, look at you," Chan is surprised as he twirls the cone around. "What would I have done without you, hmm?"
He ruffles Noah's hair and Noah giggles slightly, his shoulders sagging slightly under his father's touch.
"You'd probably have used a spoon," Noah says, ripping open a bar of chocolate. "And the chocolate would have been everywhere."
"You're right," Chan laughs. He opens another bar of chocolate and soon the both of them are snapping the pieces off and placing them into different bowls.
Once they're melted, Chan makes sure all the strawberries are completely dry before lining a large tray with grease proof paper. Then he places the bowl of strawberries between them both on the counter.
"Okay," Chan says, clasping his hands together. "Are we ready?"
"We're ready, dad," Noah grins. He picks up a strawberry, looking at it curiously. "I'm gonna make some for Ky."
"Make a little frog," Chan laughs, pushing a jar of heart shaped sprinkles towards him. "Use these."
Together, the father and son duo lapse into an amicable working atmosphere; they half dip the strawberries into the chocolate, carefully resting them on the tray when finished.
"I have an idea," Noah suddenly says. He takes a separate bowl and spoons some of the dark chocolate into it, adding white chocolate on the top. Then he ever so slightly mixes it before dipping a strawberry into the marbled chocolate. "Look!"
"I wanna do that!" Chan takes the bowl and picking up a particularly fat strawberry, he tries to copy what his son did. But it doesn't work, the colours too mixed to provide much distinction between the colours. "Oh."
He starts to laugh at the muddy looking strawberry. He twirls it around, wondering what he can do to salvage it.
He eyes the jar of colourful hundreds and thousands. Making contact with Noah, he dunks the strawberry straight into the pile of hundreds and thousands.
"This," Chan says, holding the strawberry out. "Is a Fairy Strawberry."
Then he shovels the entire thing in his mouth, making his son laugh in amusement. He waves his fists around in joy at the way the hundreds and thousands pop in his mouth, his eyes scrunched up in delight.
"I have a different idea," Chan says once he finishes his strawberry. He picks up one of the set strawberries with the most slanted layer of chocolate, and he dips it into the white chocolate at another angle. It creates an abstract overlapped effect and both father and son stare at it in wonder.
Chan starts to chuckle as he puts it down. "All of these strawberries are going to be so different. Not what I had in mind."
"Yeah, well, they're more fun this way," Noah says as he pipes little dots onto one of his berries. He places two hearts into the centre of them, making eyes for a goofy looking frog.
They pipe the chocolate over the rest of the strawberries, and soon they're finished; Chan takes a step back to admire their handiwork, a huge smile spreading across his face.
"Well," Chan hums, picking on up. He takes a huge bite out of it. "They're not bad. They look good … right?"
"Dad," Noah laughs, pushing the tray away. "Stop eating them all."
"I can't help it," Chan speaks with his mouth full. He chuckles before cheekily sneaking a third one, running away before Noah can attack him.
Once they've laid them neatly into a box, they wait patiently - Chan rather impatiently - for Y/N and Sky to come home. It doesn't take long, and as soon as they they enter the house, Chan pulls then into the kitchen with giggles bubbling out of him.
"Okay, close your eyes," Chan tells his wife, slipping his hands into hers. "You too, Ky."
Y/N grins, and does as she's told, Sky following suit as she giggles.
"Three, two, one … you can open your eyes!" Chan chuckles as he holds out the box in apprehension.
Sky and Y/N both open their eyes and peer into the box; the both of their faces light up as their gazes land on its contents.
"Chocolate strawberries!" Y/N squeals, excitement all over her face as she looks up to her grinning husband and son. "Did you guys make these?"
"We did," Chan nods, wrapping an arm around Noah. "I know they don't look as good as the ones you were looking at, but … "
"Are you kidding?" Y/N takes the box from her husband and sets it down on the counter before throwing her arms around him. She kisses his cheek and squeezes him tightly. "These are way better than those! They're so beautiful … I love the marbled ones."
"That was Noey's idea," Chan grins, trying to hide his pink cheeks.
"Ky, I made you these," Noah picks up the box and points to a cluster of goofy looking frogs.
The ten year old's face breaks into a goofy smile. "Frog berries!"
She immediately reaches into the box and after plucking off the leaves, she shovels two into her mouth. Her cheeks puff up considerably as she chews with difficulty, Chan bursting into laughter and Noah grinning.
"Well," Noah says, watching her with amusement. "Like father like daughter, I suppose."
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headspacedad · 6 months
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so you're ready to socialize
You've got your blog set up. You've posted or reblogged something. Your icon isn't a faceless orange shape. You're no longer in danger of being blocked on sight as a bot.
Now what?
I recently got an ask in my inbox for help with this whole 'tumblr' thing. The person that asked me had a lot of the basics down so I focused on expanding your social circle - except it took me so long to write that I saved it in my drafts to add to and only then found out that once its in your drafts you can't reply privately.
so - Imma post it here without the actual ask so if the person didn't want to be mentioned they won't. Let's go!
First off, doing what you're doing right now by sending me an ask is a great way to get the ball rolling. Reaching out to other people and engaging them is a big part of how you can build a circle on tumblr.
You can do that with inbox messages.
You can do that with DM/PMs (the box that pops up to the side where you can have real time text conversations).
You can do that by reblogging other people's posts and leaving notes in the tags commenting about the post (most posters read these, though they're more for your followers to get your thoughts on a matter, like whispering in a movie theater except without the dirty looks)
reblog their post and add your own comments in the body of the post, basically chaining a response to their post, usually used when you've got something that adds to the original post like a continuation of the joke or more facts, etc.
and you can comment on the posts via the little speech bubble next to the reblog button, which is kind of like replying personally to the post (interacting with the poster themselves).
Not everyone will automatically engage in response. Some people are just here to chill and don't want to be social (some days I know I don't have the brainpower for it). A lot of people do want to be social though and so the more you comment outward the higher your chances of finding other people you can jive with. A good way to make your chances better at finding someone that will back and forth with you is over shared interests. We're a very interest based site. So find something you're excited about - maybe its a hobby like knitting, maybe its a streaming series like Good Omens, maybe its hamsters, maybe its Elizabethan neck ruffs! Whatever it is that you're interested in punch the words that will get those kinds of results into tumblr's search bar and look at the posts that come up. I tend to search by 'newest' instead of 'most popular' because it guarantees me people that are currently interested in whatever I am, who are actively putting their posts out there for others to find. Often if you start reblogging someone's posts, they'll see it and check out your blog. If you really want interaction though, the best way to go is one of the above bullet points, especially inbox or speech bubble commenting. It shows you want to talk about something they want to talk about too. A lot of times this is a great way to get more interaction with others and widen your circle (as well as find new stuff about something you enjoy). It might be slow going, I still haven't figured out what the magic is that gets someone a blow up of followers overnight, especially not the all important holy grail of Interactive followers but slow and steady still builds a good group of people you can enjoy sharing things everyone's interested in and it keeps growing over time.
This also works in reverse. A good chunk of my followers (friends honestly) come from my days in the Voltron fandom. I was VERY active making posts while the show was airing. Lots of fanfiction, lots of meta, lots of speculation, just lots of being loud and excited (and then loud and not excited). A lot of other people were interested in VLD too at the time and they found me and bounced off my ideas with ideas of their own and things really ballooned. To this day, a huge hard core of my social group are ex-VLD fans who have moved on to other things (mostly) but still hang around because we built that core and we enjoy seeing what the others in the group have moved onto and found to share with the team. So, again, find your interests and make posts about them so that other people with the same interests can find you. The more popular something is the more attention its going to get - but also the easier it is to get lost in the shuffle of everyone talking about a thing. Not every post is going to get responses. Sometimes I'll post something I think people will enjoy and get crickets. Sometimes everyone and their cousin jumps onboard. Don't get discouraged. DO use the tags. tumblr sucks when it comes to finding things in the tags but its still worth doing because sometimes, randomly and with no pattern, it doesn't suck. The first five tags are the really important ones. Make sure you put the biggest details there. For instance if you're making a post about the One Piece live action from Netflix your first five tags should be something like: one piece, opla, netflix, zoro, swords are cool. You want people looking for One Piece posts about Zoro and his swords to be able to find you easily. And, once they find you, hopefully to engage you about Zoro and his swords.
There are a lot of ways to find other people to interact with on tumblr. One of the pleasures of the site is you get to take things, for the most part, at your own pace and level of comfort. Just remember, the more active you are interacting with other people and their posts, the wider your circle will grow. Its not a 100% success rate, like I said, a lot of people are just here to vibe after a long day of having to be socially 'on' all day, but a lot of people are happy to find other people to get to natter about interests with. Do what you're comfortable with and before you know it, you'll have a group of people that interact with your posts, and you, regularly!
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mobiused · 10 months
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Ora..
(from lastyvesniin - translation under cut)
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Hello everyone, this is Yves
Yesterday I opened my blog and wrote my first post "Ora [woah]" was my reaction, since my comments section was filled with way more positive comments than I thought You don't know how touching I found that.,, Actually, I asked the company several times and when I got permission "Ah I'm totally doing this in vain" I was worrying about, but even if other people don't like it, as long as my fans tell me they like it, then I'll be happy. From now on even if it's hard to do every day or often, I'll meet your expectations!
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[Yves mom sends an article about Yves opening her blog. Mom: Saw this on Naver Yves: Guess I'm a little popular... Mom: Is that so]
[Caption: Thanks for picking out a pretty picture, Reporter-nim!]
My mom looks at articles or fan comments every day, so like this she sent me the article she found Of course replying like that, I'm seriously just joking… Just our world where we don't necessarily have any news to share every day, my mom who is more complicated than anybody else, I guess that kind of little news would make her happy Thank you to the reporters who took an interest in the nobody that is me! And the fans who take the time to come find it, you guys… You already know my heart right? (or maybe you don't…)
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[Caption: I added two shots but I don't think my hands even shake anymore…] Now I can't even start my mornings without coffee anymore Lately I've been getting greedy so I have my coffees with two shots I've been wanting to lower it again though The coffee capsule is from Ediya's personal blend I hate acidity, but I found out I quite like the nutty flavor. But lately I keep forgetting… and zoning out, so I haven't needed the support of a second cup, and I've lowered the shot… Thanks to me, the coffee machine stand is getting washed every day.
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[Two birthday letters from Yves' Mom] [Caption: 'Activate Tears' button on the the fridge] The first thing I read when I wake up in the morning to open the fridge door I read it every time I look at it Ever since I debuted, my mom sent me food for my birthday She always sends it with a letter too, so I think about my mom expressing her feelings to me I always end up in a bunch of tears falling as if someone pressed a button. So somehow I end up kinda depressed? when my birthday rolls around cuz I'm always close to tears It's something that's been on my mind Someday I must repay the sentiment
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[Avril Lavigne - 'Let's Go' on Vinyl] [Caption: Accidental house introduction today]
Next to my bathroom, this is the place where you can appreciate the analog vibe I've liked Avril Lavigne since the olden days, so I guess I listen to this LP a lot But I've left it like that for several days so I got all dusty now You know how when people don't touch things with their hands for a long time, dust occurs from that So, in books or movies, you know how they show the places where dust has accumulated It kinda makes me feel like I'm really alive, or at least that's how I feel If you try shake your clothes out, dust will fly off of it… Whilst looking at me from space, I guess I look like just a speck of dust but When I see dust on this Earth, rather than dust, I just keep ruminating thoughts smaller than dust.
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[Caption: Kim Yongmyeong-sunbaenim.ᐟ I'm your fan]
When I'm at home I usually lie down like this I think If you lie down raising your arms like this and feel comfortable, that means your upper body is already broken I'm a mess, but I'm still gonna choose a happy life
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[Caption: By the window]
I'm weirdly scared of the big wide sea, but I like water in the fishbowl and the fish inside too
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[Caption: My ocean-room (video)]
I found and played the sound of the ocean from Youtube to show you this By the way, on AliExpress (I've been windowshopping there lately) whilst looking around This fishtank lamp kept popping up though? I dunno if this phone picks up on my voice or something… it's kind of scary but I like it so much that I went ahead and bought it Please take a look at it
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[Caption: The space behind the sofa]
I'm sure my fans know that I like football, right… When I went to Sangam Stadium there were fans who recognised me there, I was so amazed how they knew it was me.,,? But that time, most people there were wearing uniforms and I was the only one who wasn't so I was so embarrassed So, "someday I have to buy a uniform!" was something I had thought about only, but My manager gave it to me as a birthday presents ㅎㅎ Fans too, probably collect our merch thinking like this, which is cute to think about But right at this moment there's probably people selling my photocards on Dangun as we speak… I look it up every now and then and my heart hurts, but I guess it can't be helped right?
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[Caption: The day I went to a PC cafe for the third time in my life]
In Busan, I went to the PC cafe to buy tickets for the match against Peru From turning on the computer to signing up.. Time's a ticking.. I was so exhausted by it all, I wasn't even nervous whilst ticketing (not true) I clicked on a popup too - why I clicked on it I still don't understand, but Fortunately the militia(?) of unnies came to save me, so I was able to get a good seat… They were my older sister's friends, and they're all into k-pop so their ticketing skills are seriously no joke Anyway, let's have a good time in Busan together
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[Caption: You did well!!!!!]
Even though I usually sleep through the morning, I woke up at 5:30am to watch the semifinals of the U20 players I really took in the atmosphere… I felt so proud of them "Unfortunately" is something that's said a lot, but I think that's the only way they can express how I feel All I can say is For getting to the 4th round, our players are so so cool and you must've worked so hard!
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The best ice cream in my life I like Kkandori the most out of anything in the world I used to buy them in wholesale packs of 100 and put them in my parents' freezer and I feel relieved when I see Kkandori in the freezer Aside from that, I also like Bibibig, Watermelon Bar, Fishbread Samanco, etc
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Kkandori and a neighbourhood walk
Sorry I'm not wearing any makeup but I just wanted to show you how I feel when I eat Kkandori
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[Image: Trudging around. My daily life.] [Caption: Sourced from Pinterest]
Actually, there's nothing in my daily life I was wondering if I could even hit 100 Neighbours (T/N: followers) but you guys showed a lot of interest, so as soon as I woke up, Wow, I thought I better hurry up and write a sequel so, I hurriedly took pictures around my house and scribbled this down In the next episode, I'll show you my daily life more neatly
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[Caption: Suddenly?]
If I just sent it like this you'd think it was just a fake, so My bangs are always usually split down the middle like this Maybe its just because I've had no bangs [t/n: Kkanmori] for such a long time… Kkandori
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[Image: For those who haven't prepared, June is just around the corner]
I'll just follow this trend I wanted to use this pic in the last post but unfortunately didn't so I'll post it here How many people feel ready? But because we're not ready, this world makes us despair and cry, but also feel happy about the little things, right? Happiness isn't the goal, its in the journey I don't know it well yet but I'm trying to find happiness in the small things. If you were to ask me what happiness is to me, I think I'd say tranquility. What exactly is being tranquil though?
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[Caption: Friend took this picture of me on the subway]
These days I'm trying to heal my weak heart by becoming a plant owner, The friend sitting next to me is a Parlour Palm (or 'happiness', bought at Daiso) But raising it isn't particularly difficult But like its true name, happiness itself is hard. In the next installment, I'll introduce all my plant friends
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[Image: Thank you]
Thank you for reading my rambling and unedited writings For those who are reading this, whether today or tomorrow, or the many days that come afterwards Even if it's nothing special, I hope you get by unscathed and have a peaceful day … I have to get ready to go out now I've decided to work hard over the small things too since I made a promise with fans Fighting! I love you
Even though you guys know my name but I don't know your name I love you !
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itzvintagevibez · 1 year
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How Nasty Of Us -Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader
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INFORMATION
Shipping; Lady Leonora Lesso x Feamale Adult Reader
Category; I don't know, to be honest🤷‍♀️
Warnings; Swearing, Mentions of killing, Mentions of sexual activity
START HERE
Rapidly tapping on the floor with my heels as anxiety took a hold of my body. "Y/n, are you alright?" I look over to the golden covered dean for the school of good who seemed to notice my strange behaviour. "Yeah of course" I reply with a fake confused expression but to be honest even I wasn't okay, but as a assistant to the dean of evil I wouldn't want to let my weakness to show towards the Ever Queen. "Listen I know that you're an Never and I'm an Ever but that shouldn't interrupt the relationship between us as friends of course" she says placing a hand on my shoulder and I tensed up while giving her a death glare as she slowly took her hand away placing it on her lap. "Do you know where Lesso is?" I say turning my head to her with a clear pissed/worried expression which I'm sure she noticed but chose not to bring it up. "No I haven't seen her all morning" I sigh in disbelief and get up from my seat making an exit back to the school for evil. "Wait Y/n why are you leaving you haven't even taken a bite of your food" "None of your concern goldie-locks" I reply.
After a long walk of painful walking finally arriving at the school for evil. I made my way into Lesso and my office but she wasn't there. 'Where the fuck is she?' I thought to myself. I decided to forget about her absence presence and took a seat at my desk while trying to grade the work of some students. As I marked the papers I heard commotion from outside and got up from my workspace and made a way for door, opening it I spot two of Lesso's wolf guards. "Miss Y/n" they both bow down to me and I can't help but cringe at the site, cause of Lesso every one of her guards are meant to treat me with extreme respect unless they hoped to be turned into wolf fur coats. "Rufus, Trevor where is Lesso?" I ask abruptly. "She's in the doom room, ma'am" "Doom what? Whatever just take me there" I say sternly. "Yes ma'am follow us" I follow till we reach a sceptical dark area that seemed abandoned and I couldn't but feel a sense of home, I mean this is a never's literally dream house or secret bunker. "Alright you may leave, I'll take it from here" they left and I started walking around trying to find Lesso.
After an eternity of you groaning of irritation you hear the sounds of screams, to be specific a young female scream. 'God help me if Lesso's killing someone without me, I'm gonna murder her' I say to my self and start speed walking towards the source of the scream. "NO!" I heard someone most probably a teen girl shout. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THAT BAD!" Sophie?
"Which is precisely why you're down here" I heard a woman say most likely Lesso. I tried my best to follow the voices even though my feet where dying due to fact that I have been up and down in heels for god's sake. HEELS.
I spot the room that Lesso and Sophie were in and from the looks of it, Lesso was just about to torture the girl. I slowly but silently make my way towards them. Being unseen by the both of them as Lesso was distracted by a bunch of weapons and Sophie was concentrated on Lesso with a clear frightened expression written all over her body and face. I was finally close enough and Sophie realised my presence. "Mistress Y/n!?" she screams in both relief and confusion. "Ah, isn't it Sophie of Galavadon" I say eyeing her "I always expected you to be a trouble-maker but I didn't expect you to already be punished on just your first day" I say with a fake disappointed expression. "Make sure to keep it up" I say with a cheeky grin sending a thumbs up her way Lesso finally turned around once Sophie screamed my name and hearing my voice "Y/n? What are you doing here"
"Wow, I understand that by all means your the dean of evil but a simple morning or hello wouldn't kill you" "Actually it would" she says while playing with the sharpness of an axe. It only came to me that she wasn't wearing her coat that she usually does 24/7 but instead her suit with her sleeves rolled up and a chain still on her outfit with the lighting of the room reflecting on her hair and face making her look even more sexy than she usually does in a daily basis. "Are you done staring darling? I wouldn't want your eyes falling out" I was pulled out of my trance and made eye contact with the smirking woman who was miles away from me. "Really, wow, the dean turned soft for a second" she huffs at my comment "Oh please, that will never happen"
"So what's the little blonde doing here?" I ask her referring to Sophie who sat still with her hands tied up including her legs to a chair. "Funny how I asked you the same thing" she replies with a sarcastic attitude placing the axe down and walking towards me slowly but with that seductive walk that she usually does. "Well, I wanted to see my girlfriend after so long cause already I woke up to a stinging headache and a lot of never kids lacking common sense and asking ridiculous questions" "Aww, sorry, baby" she says with a little fake pout while wrapping her arms around my waist pulling me closer to her and right then I was intoxicated by the smell of her ravishing perfume that caused wasps in my stomach.
"Yeah you better be sorry, cause I walked my ass all over the entire school in heels, Lesso, fucking heels!" I rage at her "Well let me making it better to you okay?" she says with a seductive tone in her words. "H-how?" she leans down to my face and I close eyes but feel her cheek on mine as she whispers in my ear. "Don't worry I'll help you get all of your nerves out and when I do you'll be roaring my name at the end of time. I felt heat rising towards my cheeks and my eyes shoot wide open. She pulls away and places a small peck on my lips and licks them before completely moving from my body.
I stood in shock not knowing what to say or do. 'Well I'm getting fucked tonight' I mentally slapped my mind from trying to think of all the ways she could please me especially with her hands. Fuck her hands. If her hands were her special skill I would made sure to get on her nerves all the time just to feel those things on me.
"Now if you'll excuse me my love but I have a patient that I have to attend to, and seems as if they have a really serious illness" Lesso says referring to Sophie, and it only came to me that she had heard and seen everything. "And don't worry my love, Sophie won't say anything about our relationship, is that clear, Miss Never Ever?" she nods aggressively "Words" "Y-yes Lady Lesso" "Good, now if you don't mind my love I have some problems to attend to" Lesso says while she picks the axe she had placed down earlier and turns around to face Sophie. I walk away knowing that Lesso was found I was getting a hot, rough and steamy wild sex from by beloved. How nasty of us.
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In reference to a previous ask you replied to, I'm so glad to find somebody else who thinks Garp is a shitty awful parent. He was so awful to Luffy but I keep seeing people going "oh he was such a good guardian".
I hate that trope in anime where you have a parent who tries to train their kid to be strong, but instead of doing it in any even slightly good way, they just beat and try to murder their kid and then the anime tries to pull the stupid "and the near constant death made me stronger, and that's why I love him." It's like NO, that man abused you and you need help.
(this is why Tekken is so good. Heihachi does the same to Kasuya, but instead of Kasuya loving his dad for dropping him off a cliff, Kasuya almost dies, makes a deal with a devil, spends the entire series waging literal war against Heihachi and trying to kill him)
You know who was a good guardian who actually properly and lovingly trained their child to be stronger? Kyros. The way Soldier-san cared for a trained Rebecca is the absolute peak of the parent-training-their-child trope because he actually did care for Rebecca and trained her to fight but made it clear that he wouldn't hold back in fighting because her opponents wouldn't either. (I'm also not done with Dressrosa yet, but im getting there).
Yeah. I have..... Some issues with Garp. Not as a character because I do love the way he's written and I think he's extremely complex (and also enjoy his scenes because, look, he's hilarious and his bond with Koby and Helmeppo makes me sob). He's just a shitty guardian. And hey, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his kids, but, uh, yeah. Love doesn't always fix everything. You can't "raise" a kid however you want and excuse it with love. Garp isn't a bad, horrible person for the mistakes he made, but he is not a good parent. He should've known better. I think he's facing the consequences of his actions right now in the manga and he did suffer most of them already after Marineford, so I usually don't talk that much about him. The man is tired. Not justifying what he did, but you know, at least he is aware of his mistakes and he is not actively being a horrible person.
The trope you mention bothers me so so much. I have no idea about Tekken but, you know, I get it. I hate when the writing ends up justifying that behavior when it comes to parenting.
Kyros my beloved, btw. I absolutely love him. He did so so good with Rebecca... I hope you enjoy the rest of the arc!!! The pacing is really meh but the amount of Doffy and Law we get (and a very specific Usopp scene that is one of my favorites from the whole show) and the awesome backstories make it worth it. Friendly reminder that right after Dressrosa comes Zou and then Whole Cake Island. And I say this because WCI is my favorite arc and if I don't mention this every time I have the chance I die.
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laas-yahnir · 7 months
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@coolmiddlename I had too many thoughts to contain to replies lolol -- first of which being PLEASE keep drawing your Entraptas in abundance for as long as you like, because they're delightful ❤
Second of which being, it sounds exactly the same to me -- and I always keep coming back to wanting these people to process whatever feelings are behind not being able to get over it! If Catra getting a happy ending with Adora let you down, made you mad, made you feel unseen or unheard, hurt you, even triggered you, you deserve to honor that reaction. Show yourself kindness, talk it out with people you trust, make posts about it in your own corners of the internet if you have to. Whatever it takes to honor the fact that you had the reaction you did. And then do what you can to leave it behind and find something that actually speaks to you the way you need it to. Because this show is over, it's done, and it didn't do what you wanted it to do, and it never will -- and there is an entire, still not-insignificant, still active community of people for whom it did do what they wanted it to and then some, and that community will continue to exist as long as there are new people arriving and sharing their experiences. Continually coming back to that community hoping to hear something more in line with your experience is only going to hurt you more. You won't hear it. Totally frankly, those of us who are still here and still celebrating have heard you out time and time again and still haven't changed our minds. Our experience was different, more positively resonant. It's ok for that to hurt, but you need to accept it.
In thinking about these things last night, I had more of a relapse than I bargained for; I ended up back at the last comment I left on the one video I absolutely can't go back to anymore. I didn't read all of the person's reply to it (for which I'm proud of myself, and I think I otherwise triaged that relapse well), but I did absorb enough to see that they started off hoping I never had a partner because I would probably abuse them (an incredibly auspicious start)... but also that eventually, they were completely ripping themselves open to make their point. There was a lot of this person's deeply-felt pain about their ex... something, I didn't look closely enough, being weaponized against me. And I think that's probably more representative of the extreme end of the spectrum than of the average anti-fan, but it's something I've seen over and over again. "I had a friend/a partner/someone in my life just like Catra, and they hurt me/people I care about, and I don't want to see other people hurt like I was/they were." And I see a lot of support in the anti-fandom for rhetoric like this.
And as much as I can't be a safe space for people who have that reaction -- and I want to make that clear right now in case it's not already, I can't give anyone that space because it hurts me to do so -- I've never thought it was completely invalid. Fiction brings up all kinds of reactions in people, intentionally or not, and it colors our experiences. Catra's story in particular has a lot of potential for highlighting competing needs and missing one mark or the other by going down the path it goes down. I've always said this; I always will. That's why my default response here ends up in the realm of honoring your own feelings. To out myself as someone who preordered The Fault in Our Stars way back in the day, I've always loved the way John Green put it: "[Pain] demands to be felt." I think that's incredibly succinct and incredibly true. But trying to turn that pain-filled reaction into this years-long effort to tarnish the show's reputation, cast everyone who likes Catra and Adora's relationship as unrepentant abusers, cast Nate Stevenson himself as an apologist for relationship abuse and even go so far as to denigrate his wife in the process... it just generates more hurt all around. There's no actual catharsis from dragging other people down into your pain.
(The unbearable irony of the fact that I'm saying this in the context of talking about people who hate Catra, the poster child for what it looks like when you try to solve your problems by digging your heels into your pain and externalizing it. Hoo boy.)
And if that deeply-felt pain going unrecognized is not the reason you're still here, and you're here just because it's fun to be a hater or something... it's way more fun to be a lover. Like, exponentially. It's way more fulfilling to find community with people over things you love.
(And if you're here because you sincerely believe the show is dangerous abuse apologism... might I direct you to my "bad media analysis" tag 💀💀)
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Happy holidays, @land-sh. I'm your HBO War Secret Santa, and I hope you like this modern holiday AU featuring Ron and Carwood. I know you don't live in the United States, so I wanted to let you in on a few things in case you didn't know (and my apologies if you already know). The Pentagon, where Ron works, is home to the U.S. Departmen of Defense, and Instacart is an app where you can order groceries and get them delivered to your house. Fair warning for anyone else reading, it's just a tad spicy toward the end. I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season, no matter how you celebrate!
Ron stared at the calendar hanging in the kitchen. If looks could set paper ablaze, the month of December would have burnt to a crisp thirty seconds ago.
He took another sip of his steaming black coffee, careful not to let any get on his Army dress uniform.
He took the calendar down from its hook and walked over to the kitchen table they purchased three years ago, when Ron accepted a desk job at the Pentagon and Carwood left active service and started teaching history at a local high school. 
Car’s messy handwriting filled almost all of the squares. He had Army reserve duty the first weekend of the month, and as assistant coach of the boys’ junior varsity basketball team, there were practices or games almost every weeknight up until holiday break. There was the neighborhood cookie exchange, where he promised to make his famous gingerbread people, and then there was the Santa Paws fundraising event at the humane society. Car volunteered to dress up as Santa.
Ron’s small, neat cursive only filled Mondays for his personal training appointments and on December 22, with one word and arrow ending on December 30.
Home.
No one at work would ever guess that Lt. Col. Ronald Speirs loved Christmas. He loved the lights, the movies, the gifts, and, most importantly, being with the people he loved. He hadn't made it back to his parents in Massachusetts for the holidays since moving to Washington. He finally had enough seniority in his department to take an entire week off in December.
He couldn't wait to taste his mother’s shortbread, to be spoiled by his sisters, to take his nieces and nephews sledding. There really was nothing like Christmastime in New England. 
He heard Car come down the stairs of their townhouse. He wore a black turtleneck sweater, fitted tan pants, and loafers. If Ron’s teacher had looked as half as good as Car, Ron would never have passed U.S. History. 
Car smiled at him as he walked over to the coffee maker. 
“The calendar’s getting pretty full,” Ron said, trying to sound casual.
“December’s always busy,” Car replied as he sat down across from his husband. “But not too busy that we can't find time for each other.”
“Movies?” Ron asked. 
“Of course. Die Hard. Love Actually. We’ll watch them all.”
Ron leaned closer. 
“And we’ll drive around to look at the lights?” Ron was a sucker for Christmas lights.
Car nodded. “I’ll drive, so you can really look at the displays.”
Ron smiled. “Well, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.” He reached over to kiss Car.
“I gotta run.” Car picked up his travel mug. “Have a good day. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Ron replied.
He finished his coffee and tried to get into work mode, the mode where no one would guess he loved watching Home Alone with his husband and dog and a fire roaring in their living room.
*
The next week, Ron looked at the calendar again. 
He was not happy.
“Why do you have ‘choir concert’ filled in on Wednesday?” Ron asked as Car buttered his toast.
“Yeah, about that …” Car trailed off as he nervously scratched his head. “Mrs. Ramirez needed some help setting up for the holiday show.”
“That was supposed to be movie night.” Ron tried not to sound too upset. 
“I know,” Car conceded. “Practice gets out early Friday night. We’ll have movie night then. I’ll even make the popcorn.”
“With extra butter?” Car nodded, Ron’s mouth curled up into what was almost a smile.
“It's a date,” Ron replied, and gave his husband a kiss.
But movie night never happened. A student teacher’s car wouldn't start in the faculty parking lot. Car tried jumping it, and when that didn't work, he waited while they called a tow company and gave them a ride to their apartment. 
By the time Car got home, Ron didn't feel like watching anything. 
“What was I supposed to do?” he asked Ron. “I couldn't just leave them there.”
“Of course not,” Ron agreed. 
But Ron lost his patience the following week when he walked into their home office and saw Car furiously typing away on the computer keyboard. 
“Dinner’s ready,” Ron said. He stood behind Car and put his hands on Car’s shoulders, giving them a gentle rub. 
Car moved away from Ron’s touch and rubbed his temples. 
“What's the matter?” Ron asked. 
“Two students asked for recommendation letters at the last minute. I need to finish these tonight.”
Ron narrowed his gaze. “You could have said no.”
Car sighed. “No, I couldn't. They’re great kids. Smart, responsible …”
Ron cut him off. “Asking for a recommendation letter at the last minute isn't responsible.”
The two just stared at each other. 
“You need to eat,” Ron finally said.
“I'll grab something when I'm finished.” Car went back to looking at the monitor. 
“And I guess this means no looking at lights tonight.” Ron crossed his arms.
Lulu came into the room and nuzzled up to Car, looking for some love. 
“Can you take her? I can't focus with her with trying to get attention “
“You don't even have time for the dog?” Ron asked, no longer hiding his anger. He leaned down to pet Lulu. “C’mon, girl, let's go for a walk.”
Ron set off on a good clip toward the park, Lulu happily keeping up the pace. 
Why does he do this? Why does he put everyone first?
He felt disloyal asking himself the question, because the way Car looked out for people was one of the reasons Ron loved him so much. 
Ron hated admitting that he felt jealous of all the attention Car had shown other people this month while making no time for him, or so it seemed.
And sadness crept over him. They seemed so distant over the last few weeks. No cuddling on the couch, binging the latest series. No long conversations over dinner. No spooning in bed before falling asleep.
And certainly no sex.
The brisk air and exercise cleared his head a bit, but he still paused for a second before opening the front door. The house stood quiet, and the chicken tetrazzini on top of the stove remained untouched. 
He threw the baking dish back into the oven to reheat and poured dog food into Lulu’s bowl. He ate dinner alone. He rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. He sorted the mail and cleaned out the fridge. When he ran out things to do, he poured himself two fingers of Scotch and tried to read a book, but he read the same page over and over. It was only 9:30 pm, and he wasn't tired, but he gave up and got ready for bed. 
It was just before midnight when Car finally made it upstairs. He didn't say anything as he took off his clothes and slipped into bed, staying far away from Ron’s side. 
“You're going to wear yourself out,” Ron said quietly.
“I'll be fine,” Car replied. Soon, his deep breaths signaled that he was asleep.
Ron put his hands behind his head and stayed awake for two more hours.
*
On the morning they planned to leave for Ron’s parents, Car woke up with the flu: Body aches, chills, and a pounding headache.
He wouldn't admit it. “Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow,” he told Ron. 
Ron titled his head to one side and gave Carwood that Ron Speirs look.
“It's possible,” Car said meekly, not really sounding convinced himself.
Ron called his mom and dad and explained the situation. Though disappointed, they completely understood and sent their love to Car.
He put in an Instacart order. There was not a lot of food in the house, as they planned to be gone for a week. Plenty of Gatorade, rice, bananas, bread for toast. All the ingredients for chicken soup, and easy meals for Ron to eat in between caregiving duties. 
The next day, he felt even worse. Ron added another bedspread on top of him for warmth and plugged in a heating pad for him to use. 
“You don’t need to stay here. Go to your parents. I can take care of …” Before Car get the last word of the sentence out, he started coughing. 
Ron rubbed his back. 
“I'm sorry,” Car said, once he caught his breath.
“No reason to apologize for coughing,” Ron replied. 
“No, not the coughing. For …” He started coughing again. 
Ron took a deep breath. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about what he was missing at home. His family, the epic games of Yahtzee, his mom's roast lamb on Christmas Day. 
But he knew Car hadn't gotten sick on purpose. If Ron had gotten sick right before they were supposed to go to West Virginia for the holidays, Car would have taken care of him without a second thought.
“It's okay,” Ron said. 
Ron couldn't have said that the day before and meant it. But today, he did.
*
On Christmas Day, Car felt well enough to get into the shower by himself. They exchanged gifts. Ron bought Car a new messenger bag for work, and Car bought Ron the watch he’d had his eye on for a while. Ron made chicken soup for lunch, and they finally watched Home Alone together on the couch. Car felt asleep halfway through, but Ron could tell he was finally on the mend. 
The rest of the week was mainly more of the same. Ron would make something for lunch, and they would watch one of the holiday movies they never got around to before Car got sick: Gremlins, Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street, It's a Wonderful Life. Each day, they would sit a little closer on the couch to one another, hold hands, spoon. 
New Year’s Eve arrived, and Car felt great. They had an invitation to a party, but they decided it was bit soon to go out.
Ron, being a great cook, made steak and lobster tails for lunch. They splurged on a bottle of good champagne and talked and laughed like they hadn't the entire month of December. 
They turned on a football game, and Ron fell asleep before halftime. He woke up to the feeling of Car’s fingers in his hair.
“I didn't mean to take a nap,” he said, reaching for his husband's hand. 
“You needed it. You've been taking care of me all week.”
Ron stroked Car’s cheek and reached in for a kiss. 
They started slow, almost uncertain, the tension of the last few weeks still present. But then Car traced his tongue along Ron’s earlobe, a surefire way to get Ron hard. Wordlessly, they walked upstairs to the bedroom.
Car started undressing Ron, taking his time. Ron hadn't realized how touch starved he was for Car's hands and lips. He kissed his neck and worked his way down, nuzzling Ron’s chest with his stubble and gently biting Ron’s nipples. Ron couldn't help letting out a moan, and he could feel Car smile against him.
He let out an actual groan when Car grabbed him, stroking him exactly the way he liked. He put the head of Ron’s cock in his mouth and teased him, before taking it all in.
Ron tried to pull away, but Car shook him off. “I want to take care of you,” he said. 
Ron realized that for all the things Car did for other people, he would only do this for Ron. This was just for the two of them. He had no reason to be jealous.
Ron realized and ran his fingers through Car’s hair, staying in the moment and taking in every sensation. He knew he wouldn't last long, and that it wouldn't matter. 
Ron said his husband’s name as he came, and Car kept him in his mouth and teased the inside of his thighs as he came down. He took Ron in his arms, and Ron lay his head on Car’s chest. 
Another thing no one at the Pentagon would guess was how much Ron loved the time after making love, when they would hold each other and talk quietly. He didn't used to, not before he met Car. It was one of the ways he knew Car was the man for him. 
They stayed quiet for longer than usual, enjoying the closeness.
“I am sorry you didn't make it home for Christmas,” Car finally said. “You said was okay, but I know how much it meant to you.”
Ron kissed him. “I was home for Christmas.” He looked the man who meant everything to him in the eye.
“You are my home.”
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no-psi-nan · 1 year
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I think everyone agrees that the most telling scene for Teruhashi and Saiki's relationship is the karaoke mixer scene (with Imu and Chiyo and the guys from the fancy school).
However, I also think it's the most misinterpreted part of the series. I haven't seen a single analysis of it that I agree with tbh, so I figured I'd write my own:
However, as Saiki points out, her understanding of him is completely wrong. She doesn't think he would have a good time or could make things more fun, when in reality, HE'S the one coming up with all the jokes the guys say, and their kind gestures like adjusting the temperature of the room for her. And to top it off, he was even doing actual karaoke during the mixer and killing it, based on his 100% score. Saiki was secretly being the whole life of the party, something that Teruhashi can't even imagine at this point.
Teruhashi appreciates that Saiki doesn't actively chase her, that he treats her like everybody else, that he isn't waiting for her to slip on her perfect pretty projection. However, while Teruhashi wishes Saiki was there with her at the mixer, she also thinks that he would just be there glooming it up with a dull expression in the corner. That seems to show that she finds Saiki's presence comforting but doesn't really think he can contribute otherwise to this kind of social situation. And based on what she's seen of him, it's a reasonable expectation tbh!
And that's because whenever we see Saiki at parties with his friends, he ISN'T charming and funny then. Saiki even feels bad about being so boring and unexpressive, sending in his father as a substitute for one birthday party. But that's because he's actively masking his powers and by extension, his real personality, to almost everyone.
We've only ever seen him at parties with people who DON'T know the truth about him. So we can't know exactly what he'd do at a proper party post power-reveal. But we CAN see the difference in interactions that he has with people who don't know about his powers and people who do.
People who know about Saiki's powers and who he acts genuinely around: his family, the Psychickers, and little Yuuta.
The biggest immediate difference between how he behaves with them vs with everyone else is that Saiki is a huge backtalker lmao. He has a smartass remark for everything but only says it "out loud" if he's comfortable. He disrespects his dad on the daily, roasts Toritsuka half to death, and repeats [no] at Yuuta every time he begs.
In fact, Teruhashi has never seen Saiki be genuine around her, which is why she has to dig desperately for something positive to say to Saiki's grandfather when she meets him. All she can say is that he seems studious (the man gets strictly average grades so this is kind of sad actually lmao) and that he has a lot of friends for some reason hsfjdlshfks.
Saiki is also a bit of a show-off / kind of prideful. We see it when he's a kid in the Time Leap episodes, we see him fly up to get Yuuta that balloon instead of using telekinesis, and we see him refusing to lose any games to his friends despite low or no stakes (and being a very sore loser when Akechi beats him).
My personal favorite example of him being his hilarious self is when he and Aiura are trying to keep Chiyo alive despite her death mark, and Aiura thinks to herself something like "well, there's no way he can hear my thoughts at THIS distance or he'd be some kind of god" and Saiki IMMEDIATELY replies [what's up, God speaking] like WHAT. THE LEVEL OF SASS. He's just naturally that fucking funny and repressing it all the time. And most of his friends have no clue that this guy is actually a hilarious mfer!
However, we as the audience actually *do* see Saiki be his genuine self around Teruhashi: that one episode where she's trying to find him but he turns invisible so her simps can't catch him. Instead of being a quiet, emotionless presence, he steals her milkshake and makes fun of how she can't see him and is generally silly. Maybe one day they'll truly know each other well enough to where Saiki feels comfortable being silly like that where she can see it, but due to all their circumstances (powers/crush/simps), he has to try to be as boring and off-putting as he can be instead.
Which all leads me to say that the end of the mixer scene is actually really bittersweet imo. It's Saiki realizing how much fun he *could* be having with his friends if he was able to be open and honest about himself around them, and if he didn't have to worry about inadvertantly encouraging an unwanted crush. That is the life he's always wanted to have, a normal one where he can just relax and be himself and hang out with his friends without risking cataclysmic consequences at every turn.
And at the same time it reinforces that most of the people he genuinely cares about and considers his friends don't really know him well at all. While they all clearly enjoy his presence and care about him, they don't know that he's sarcastic, selfless, incredibly clever, tsundere af, generally anxious, and kind of nosy.
Does that make all of Saiki's friendships fake? I don't think so. Everyone presents different parts of themselves to different people, this is a normal. We live in a society, etc. The same behavior and conversation isn't appropriate for someone who's a coworker vs a lover, half your age vs twice your age, etc.
But it sure hurts to know that a friendship was built under false premises and could crumble if the truth is revealed. And that's why Saiki even considers never stopping the volcano so he can stay in the same status quo with his friends, because he's certain that once they leave high school, they will all forget about that quiet, stone-faced guy in the background of their memories. He's sure that even if everyone finds out about his powers, after he's been made powerless, giving him the opportunity to be himself for the first time ever, that they won't like the "new" him.
That mixer was Saiki being his whole self with his friends, just through a different face, and while he had fun, it was with the full knowledge that this is essentially as close to being genuine with his friends as he can possibly get, for a limited time only. Because the volcano and their senior year are both looming large on the horizon.
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I joined Threads! Unfortunately my reach on Insta is still the most limited of all of my socials, and that’s the account Threads is directly attached to.
If you’re on either Insta or Threads, would love if you could stop by🙏
Direct linking to Threads doesn't seem to work...so here's
my Instagram
through which you can find my Threads account!
Edit: You actually can link to Threads, ironically through the icon at the top of individual Instagram account pages on desktop. Though Desktop viewing is currently limited to individual pages, and you can't necessarily scroll the feed. So here's my Threads page!
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Next, some initial thoughts on the platform for those who are kinda curious what this new thing is. Not at all an expert, just some info I've gathered myself, that I'd personally have liked to know before joining:
On Threads
・It launched July 5~6, 2023. Rollout varies by country.
・Twitter's already upset about it, apparently there's a lawsuit. So I guess it considers Threads a possible threat.
・It's run by Meta, same folks as Insta and Fb.
・The accounts are directly linked to Instagram, which has its pros and cons. You need an Insta account to make a Threads account, but if you already have an Insta account, it's very easy to make a connected Threads account. However, once linked, they're linked; you can't disable your Threads account without also disabling your Insta account. You can also automatically follow all the accounts you're already following on Insta, to be activated as they make Threads accounts. You can also share Threads posts to your Insta stories.
・Currently only on mobile app, hoping the'll make it desktop accessible soon
・The current audience mostly seems to be folks who have come direct from Instagram. This means yes, a lot of official/influencer accounts, but also a lot of artists/small creators too.
Functionality
・Right now, the "feed/dashboard" is a hot mess. It's just one massive algorithmic spew, no way to curate it, no way to see just the posts by the folks you're following, not even chronological. These are things that i personally require in a social media, so yeah it sucks rn. HOWEVER, they did state that they're working on a "followers only" feed, much like the one on Instagram. If they implement a Followers Only feed like Insta, it'll at least be much better than Twitter's current "Following" feed. There has been no timeline provided on when this may launch.
・It functions much the same as Twitter, with options to create new posts, and like, retweet, quote retweet, and reply to posts made by others. (There's still a lot of floundering about the exact terminology to use, since it's not twitter so you can't "retweet" etc)
・500 Character word limit per post, which is much more than Twitter, ey!
・Up to 10 images per post, doesn't seem to cause image quality reduction either. Rather than being able to arrange the images like on Tumblr though, they're all automatically in a carousel that you can see by swiping.
・Your bio can be the exact same as what's on your insta, but currently only shows followers. In order to see who you follow, you tap "followers" and then when the menu opens, swipe to "following." Then, you can tap on the individual accounts to view their pages. This is currently the only way to ensure you see the posts from certain accounts, because there's no guarantee they'll show up on your feed, and it's a huge pain. But again, they're hopefully working on a fix for this.
My understanding is that the app rushed to launch now, since Twitter is a dumpster fire and people are fleeing. (why is it a dumpster fire? Well, Musk implemented a randomly fluctuating tweet view limitation, which is dumb af, but means it's essentially become unusable to folks who use the platform a lot)
I'm hoping that there'll be improvements to Threads and it'll become a viable Twitter alternative, but until then...yeah we'll keep an eye on it.
Now that I've probably completely turned you off from downloading the app, if you do, a nudge that again I'd appreciate if you stopped by my account, YukiPri_Art on Instagram, and/or YukiPri_Art on Threads!
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Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis
Summary: When Oliver's plan of killing Felix goes wrong and he survives, the man drifts off into total madness. He finds comfort in Greek Mythology and he comes back to Felix with a plan - he wants to show the other man what happens to creatures that don't play along to his little games.
TW: attempted murder (mentioned)
Word Count: 1,065 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images/gifs used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated mwah 🫃
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The vein on his is so tempting, the sweet, sweet scent of his sweat and the goosebumps on his arms, the dilated pupils and his whiny voice. Oliver gulps as he gets another whiff of Felix, the great amount of pheromones making the temptation unendurable for him. He struggles to pay attention to a single word his friend is saying, his mind is racing. A tiny droplet of sweat runs down Oliver's back, making him aware of his own vulnerable state. He can't escape this, it will always be like this. Oliver always looks for a new victim, this time however, he found someone special. Someone he wants to devour, yet keep alive forever.
Felix's body is barely breathing, he is barely even alive. His life depending on the silver machine tied to him. It was all just luck, he was lucky to survive the posion, lucky to survive Oliver's anger. He survived it, he didn't escape Oliver, though. And Felix knows, he knows Oliver is present in his room. Watching him breathe slowly, listening to the subtly and annoying beeps, the green line demonstrating Felix's heartbeat. Oliver is here and he came with a plan.
"I know you've been feeling quite lonely, mate. Must be tough to find out how many people actually give a shit about their oh-so loved rich boy, isn't it? How often did your friends visit you, Felix? Did they even come by once? Has it just been Venetia and Farleigh? I've been trying to show you, nobody cares about you as much as I do. They don't care about your endless talking, your endless rants about things that don't matter. Nobody ever cared, Felix." Oliver chuckles as he pulls up his long sleeves. "You know that, though, don't you? That people only want your money. That's why you pretend to be such a sweet, sweet boy, to manipulate people into caring about you. I know what you are, you're a fucking freak, a little pervert. A fucked up little pervert, Felix. You watched me consume parts of you, you got off to the fact that I was always there, watching you. You wanted me, you wanted to fuck me so badly."
Felix can't reply, the medicine he's taking is barely keeping him consious. He just stares at Oliver, the man who has been fullfilling his darkest fantasies, the man who tried to kill him a few nights ago.
"I brought you a little present, something to remind you of your position." Oliver's voice was low, symbolizing lust. He proceeds to step closer, his hand reaching in his pocket. Felix's eyes widen as he recognizes that in the jar, made of glass, is a rather big, black scorpion captured. It's sealed with a lid, the scorpion seems to have accepted it's fate already. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I got him the other day, he's quite calm, for a scorpion anyway. Thought I might introduce you guys and now seems like the perfect time to do so. Felix Catton, this is Hades, my Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis, my little project." Oliver doesn't take his eyes off the scorpion as he walks even closer, letting Felix smell his own aftershave. "Are you any familiar with Greek Mythology? Hades stands for Scorpios, debatable but the best zodiac sign, in my eyes. He stands for passion, secrecy and boldness. When I found out about them, I had to get one for myself. My own little Hades to keep."
Felix gulps, he desperately wants to move, get away from Oliver who is actively scaring him, the deadly animal in his hands like it means nothing to him.
"He's pissing me off, though, he doesn't really play along to my games like any human would. He has his own mind and he's hungry, Felix. Hungry for some insects, something filled to the brim with blood, something with a beating heart he can tear apart." He shakes the jar. "Am I right, Hades? You're upset with daddy, he has been neglecting his poor son for too long." Felix mouth opens, he wants to tell Oliver to leave him alone, he doesn't want to play these games anymore. He's scared and Oliver knows. "It's about time I show both of you what happens when you don't play along, about time I show you why it's better to do anything to please me." Within a few seconds, he unscrews the lid. Felix whimpers quitely, fear and adrenaline filling his body up. He needs help, someone has to be around to help him, right? "Don't be scared, pretty one, even if he hurts you, you won't be in pain for a long time." Felix starts to question whether Oliver really has done some research on scorpions, even he knows that getting stung by one can cause pain for several hours. If he didn't, he is literally bat shit crazy for carrying one around with him for god-knows how long.
Felix watches, his eyes wide in fear, as Oliver's fingers reach for the black, glossy animal like it's a hamster. He gives up and turns the jar upside down. As it falls right in Oliver's hand, a small gasp leaves the other man's mouth. "There we go, now let me just," with his bare hands, Oliver twists the insects head, killing it instantly. "Bye-bye Hades." For the first time in several minutes, he looks up, a pout on his lips, the dead body in his hands. Felix feels a flash of relief running through his veins, he closes his eyes for a second. "Now, onto the interesting part."
A loud crack causes Felix to tear his eyes open again. The dead, poor body of the scorpion was now in Oliver's mouth. He's eating it, raw. There isn't a single expression on his face. Not a single sign of regret. The cracking sounds of it's outer shell breaking makes Felix feel sick, he doesn't want to see this, he wants to look away. He can't, though, his eyes are glued to Oliver's sharp teeth that continue to dig into the little body.
"If you can't be what you want to be, you have to take it in your own hands. I wasn't lucky enough to be a scorpio at birth, consuming one will turn a part of me into one, though. If Hades wants my forgiveness he should beg for it, on his knees."
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20 questions for fic writers
Ohhhh, haven't done one of these in a while. Thanks for the tag @esther-dot <3
How many works do you have on Ao3?
On Ao3? 91 But add to that, older fics on ffnet and other independent sites (oh Rolo Realm, my beloved), I think it's 102.
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
1,020,258
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Game of Thrones/ASOIAF, Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Naruto, X-Men, Star Trek, Record of Lodoss War, Sailor Moon, Harry Potter and several unpublished ones
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Almost all Jonsa, lol. - From Instep to Heel - A Violence Done Most Kindly - Wool and Tallow - Shepard Sees the Sky - Hallowed
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always, but it takes me time. I used to be very secluded, still am sometimes, and it took me effort to reply to comments and build relationships and community. I don't want to lose that. It's also important to me that readers understand how meaningful even a single comment is. So yeah, every comment, I try.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Alright, so there's a lot of contenders for this one. I'm not even gonna try to list them off.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably either Interlocking or What Grows in Winter? I don't write a lot of 'happy' endings, I would say. Mostly I write endings that have either hope or closure, and that can come in a multitude of emotions, but those two fics are probably the most light-hearted of my works so I'm going with that.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Sure, but honestly, not nearly as much as I expected. I've never really gotten someone trying to get into an argument with me. It's really just those one-line trolls that mass comment on a fic out of nowhere with stuff like 'Die parasite' or whatever.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do! I can actually say that now, lol. It's semi-recent for me, I guess. Considering how long I've been writing, at least. At the moment it's just het smut, but who knows what the future will bring!
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Nope. Dislike crossovers, actually.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Several, actually.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, and I don't plan to. Don't think it would work well.
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
I honestly can't answer this. Like... honestly. But the two couples I've spent the most time actively writing for would be Jon/Sansa (Game of Thrones/ASOIAF) and Storm/Wolverine.(X-Men), so there's that.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
It'd be between Rocks and Shoals and Sheparding Men, but I'm more hopeful that I'd return to Rocks and Shoals. Both are Mass Effect fic.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Characterization and emotive language.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Setting and exposition, for sure. Also, paring down a scene, lol.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've thrown in a commonly known phrase or two, but I don't like it being used regularly. There's too much variance on how to show translation in fic, and I find it often breaks the pace of the piece trying to do so, anyway.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Oh geez, thinking back, probably Xena? Though that was unpublished. First published fandom would be X-Men.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Damn, that's hard. But I'm probably going to have to go with Reckoned from One Midnight to the Next for the way it changed my writing style going forward. Perhaps the most formative of my pieces. Close runner up would be A Violence Done Most Kindly though, since it's also pretty formative for me in how I tackle plot now, and I'm really proud of the intricacies in that one.
This was pretty fun! Tagging for those interested @theoriginalsuki @jonsaslove @amymel86 @barbex @hawkeykirsah @vorchagirl @razerathane @tlcinbflo @foofyschmoofer @goddesstiera @joufancyhuh @sailorshadzter
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