#( let me know if you'd like to plot something more concrete )

[vistarnovels]

STEAL A KISS, MY DEAR ANGEL.

SUMMARY. Su, the guardian angel of [ name ] is caught by her during midnight, when watching over her. he tries to explain himself, but to no use you panic. not knowing how to stop your threatening, he does the first thing that comes to mind.

C/W. guardian angel Su, soooftt sex, plot? maybe, praise so much praise, fem reader, Su is so fucking soft on reader I'm, blowjob, cowgirl hehe, mentions of reader having a knife, sort of scent kink 💗, sensitive su!! , clothed masturbation ( reader ), fingering ( reader receiving ), squirting god, dumbification ig? I don't know.

A/N. okay look, the anon made me have an idea in mind hehe I couldn't help it! I loveeee soft sex it's just so, aghh ( 80 followers celebration !! tags : @kamishir0rui | if you'd like to be tagged in my posts, please send an ask thank you! )

His wings resembled a god's beauty.

Su stood on the railing of your houses balcony, looking upon the glowing moon in content, a smile on his face. for today, he had been given a task to watch over your sleeping state and in which he gladly accepted to.

he has guarded you for almost his entire life, ever since he and you were both children. he wasn't as, sneaky as he thought. if he got a single step closer to you from his place, he'd be caught in an instant.

the wind blew softly, as Su breathed in the fresh air. unbeknownst to him, you approached from behind silently with a switch knife in hand. his nose scrunches at the smell of metal from behind him, wings tensing as it raised in alarm. “I—I can explain!”

he retaliates, holding his hands up in surrender as he turns to look at you slowly and jumping down from the railing. “Well, start.” you were certainly weary of him. he had wings for fuck's sake, as if there wasn't anything more dangerous than a man with wings on a railing. he made it seem like he was bearing it at you as well.

he hesitates for a moment, swallowing harshly as he tries to mutter out something, anything to you. but he's stuck in a trance, breathing in the heavy scent of your perfume. he couldn't get enough of it. it was, entirely the reason he came out to the balcony either way.

he felt suffocated just being in your room, face flushed as he dizzily walked out. he takes a deep breathe, still just as nervous but slightly composured.

“I'm Su, a g-guardian angel.. I— I watch over you during midnight.” he slowly starts, heart beating rapidly at your sharpened knife. You take small steps towards him, knife in front you. “That's bullshit, who are you real— mhm!” your words are cut off by his soft lips, eyes wide as you drop the knife, clanging loudly against the concrete.

he dips you, kissing you softly as he hums at the sweet taste of your chapstick. his mind is hazy as he finally processes what he has done. Su breaks the kiss, breathing heavily with a flushed face. you weren't any different, in the same state as him.

“I—I'm sorry! I, didn't think it through—” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you steal another kiss. you kissed him sensually, tongue invading his mouth as you made out with him. releasing the kiss, he brings you back up, looking at you with a glint of desire in his eyes.

chuckling at his state, you let go of him. you walk backwards and beckon him over with your finger. he follows willingly, already smitten simply with a kiss. closing the sliding door behind him, he locks it before you once more pulled him into a kiss and falling onto your soft bed.

he leans back to admire you, your hair sprawled as your chest heaved. “God, you're beautiful,” he mutters. “So, so pretty.” he kisses your neck lightly, using his finger to tilt your chin up. your hand is pressed against his back, and in a swift moment, he is laid on his back.

“I'll take good care of you, k?” you spoke with a sultry voice, as he gapes at you with lidded eyes. he hums, nodding absentmindedly. palming him hard through his pants, he groans loudly, arching his back as it sends shock waves through him.

“fuck— angel..!” he weeps, voice strained as his head falls back. the simple touch of your skin against his clothed cock made him twitch uncontrollably, thoughts erratic as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. unzipping his pants, you pull it down impatiently, not wanting to anticipate yourself and him.

his cock is already half hard, leaking pre-cum through his boxers. you grin, before pulling down his boxers as he hisses at the cold air meeting contact with his dick. taking his cock in hand, it twitches at your warm hand enveloping it. thumbbing his slit, he whines. “princess, hah! cmon, cut me some— ngh! slack.. sen-sensetive!”

his precum acts as lube, the lewd shlick sound filling the room alongside his breathless moans. you jerk him off, as he thrusts his hips to the movements of your hand, it's filthy. you blow on his cock, giggling as it twitches rapidly. and with that, you take his mushroom tip into your mouth, the bitter taste of his precum coating your mouth.

“feels— so good–! agh!” he moans in ecstasy, eye rolling to the back of his head as your warm mouth also envelopes his cock. he whimpers as you circle his tip with your tongue, saliva drooling down your chin as you do so. he panted, unable to stutter even a single word because even he tried his moans would interrupt it.

you teased him, taking more of his dick as you chocked, tears welling in your eyes. but that didn't discourage you. tucking a hair strand behind your ear, you start to bop your head as his tip constantly hit the back of your throat. whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth resulted in you just jerking him off.

“fuck, you're going to be the death of me..” he mutters, before taking a hold of your hair and shoving your head down his cock. you practically sobbed, letting him treat you like some ragdoll. but, you were enjoying the control he had over you. you held onto his thighs as your nose grazed his pelvic, your cunt weeping with slick.

“so close— so close, hah!” his moan cuts him off, as he whimpers and thrusts him hip up, flushed red and skin sheened with sweat as his hair sticked to his forehead. a hand leaves one of Su's thighs, as you press a finger to your clit, grinding down on it as you moan loudly. his thrusts turn sloppy, as he opens his mouth to warn you.

“'m cumming, fuucckkk~ you'll take it like a good girl, y-yeah?” his grin is wobbly as he looks down at you, not bothering to wait for an answer. not like you could do so anyways. his orgasm builds up, before he groans loudly, perhaps the loudest one you'll be receiving the night.

his warm seed runs down your throat, as you swallow it all, not letting a single drop fall out. as he pulls back, he uses his thumb to open up your mouth, chuckling as you stick your tongue out with no evidence of his cum on it.

“did I, do good?” your voice is hoarse as you ask, but he doesn't put any mind to it. “mhm, so good angel.” he brushes his finger's through your hair, before pulling you up and kissing you softly. his hands grope your ass, as he bites on your bottom lip before switching positions.

“fuck, you're so hot.” his cock twitches at sight of your soaked panties, nearly losing himself as he slips your panties off. your face flushes as he swipes at your clit, whining loudly at his teasing. soon enough, Su slowly enters a digit into your leaking folds, watching as your hips buckled.

“S—Su..” you moan lowly, pulling him close to you sloppily. “I know princess, just hold you alright? I'll fuck you with my cock soon enough.” he fucks you with his finger and you writh, biting onto his shoulder as your eyes nearly roll.

you whine as he takes his finger out, feeling empty. he presses his tip against your cunt, kissing you to distract you from the stretch. he considered himself girthy enough that it would hurt and you couldn't agree more. you hiss, as tears start to well.

“I know it hurts gorgeous, just stop— fuck.. clamping down on my cock, k? it'll end soon, promise.” you nod, biting on your lip hard. he presses light feather kisses on your cheek to sooth you. curse your heart for leaping at the gesture. soon enough, you calm down, loosening up.

“there you go angel..” he murmurs, before gripping your hips tightly and thrusting deeply into you. “fuuckk~” he groans, hips stuttering as his head falls back. you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as his tip penetrates your prostate.

he starts to sloppily fuck your, trying to keep his moans down but to use he starts to whine. “angel! fuck, you're so hot—” he's cut off when you steal a kiss, pushing him down as you climb on top of him, licking your lips. you hover above his cock, juices leaking onto his dick before slamming yourself on his cock.

arching your back, you squirted all over his cock, some of it landing on his chest and waist. he chuckles, thrusting his hips up and catching you off guard as you whine aloud. “feels— so, good!” you squeal as he lifts your hips and slams you down repeatedly, grinning at your fucked out face. “feel good, a-angel?” all you could do was continuously mewl.

as your rode him like it was the end of the world, Su felt his orgasm approaching, his hips started to buckle upwards. “wanna cum in you, p—pleasepleaseplease..” he starts to mutter nonsense, as you grind against him hard. enough that it made him ultimately lose himself in your velvety walls.

he cums with a groan, breathing heavily as he looks at you with lidded eyes. he smirks at your hazed face, pulling your head close as he places a kiss on the corner of your lips. “rest, gorgeous.” you hum, shaking your head. “I'd rather stay awake with you.” you retaliate, but it was obvious that you were close to falling asleep.

“no matter angel, I'll be right here.”

#honkai x you #honkai impact #honkai x reader #honkai su #I'm terrible at writing smut beware!! #su x reader #su smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin drabbles #hi3

[human-still-developing]

Constructive Criticism: A Guide

Hey everyone :)) Here's a quick guide that I've created for giving others constructive criticism. This is by no means 'all inclusive' and you should of course use your own judgment before sending anyone feedback of any kind, but here a few general rules that I use when writing con crit (as a professional editor) <3

For those wondering, don't worry, I'm still working on another SoC rant and some more poetry but this is just an interesting aside I thought I might post :DD

So without any further ado, the concrit rules:

Firstly and most importantly, don't provide constructive criticism unless the writer has explicitly asked for feedback. If you're asked by a friend to 'let me know what you think' -- this is generally an opening for support, rather than concrit

Be sure to read the text as an objective piece of work, with a clear frame of mind. These may seem like obvious stipulations, but avoid reading anything for the couple of hours before you read the work to prevent your mind being swayed to a particular judgment (e.g. reading a famous poet's work might make you more critical of a novice writer's first poetry). On that point, remember:

You are not here to give judgement! Avoid stating any terms like "Overall, this piece of work is good enough for ...." or "I think that I would rate this work a ../10". Your job is to provide an analysis of the text in front of you, not its value or worth

Okay, so now to the actual concrit. Lets say you've read this person's work and you're ready to give your feedback:

Always open up with your interpretation of the work so that the writer can see what exactly you are thinking as you are analysing. This statement could be something as simple as "The poem that you've sent me was an evocative teenage love story intersected with romantic poetry to show the everlasting nature of love". In the case that you have mis-interpreted the text, this allows the writer to take your further evaluations with a grain of salt and also gives them a subtle nudge to perhaps improve the clarity of their message :)

List your points in size order. What I mean by that is start with the easiest thing that the writer can fix (e.g. your basic line edit including spelling, punctation, grammar, word choice, etc.) and then slowly work down your edit as you reach the bigger ideas (e.g. major themes, overarching concepts, etc). There are a few benefits for doing it this way. Firstly, as a reader, it makes logical sense to evaluate the themes of a text after you have finished reading the entire work; this way you have a greater appreciation for the text as a whole (which is required for a concept) rather than the text as a collection of small parts. Secondly, for a writer who may be using your edit like a checklist, they can quickly 'tick-off' the easy fixes and then work the bones of their text more thoroughly (also its often hard to start editing your work and simple fixes are a good early motivator).

Afterwards, I always like to go for the 'one for one' rule. For every one feature you 'criticise', give one place where the writer as done well. These should generally be linked if possible. I'll give an example, say my friend who is writing the teenage love story has a really compelling plot that falls short due to flat characters....you'd state something like "You create a touching story that could be enhanced through better characterisation." So this way, you acknowledge the work the writer has done and also introduce your feedback. Notice how instead of criticising, I posed the above statement like an improvement. Give the person something concrete to work on!

Expand! Apart from the judgemental trope, the other trap that editors often fall into is writing wishy-washy statements that don't really have a solution. I'm sure we've all been in that english class with that one teacher who circles entire paragraphs with the overly descriptive term 'vague' and not had a clue about what to fix. Don't be that teacher! Try and list as many clear examples of what the author could touch up on and fix (without sounding too domineering of course). For example: "The characterisation of your protagonist Sue falls a little flat because it's hard to have empathy for her. You portray her as an extremely beautiful young woman who is bullied for her good looks but is still really popular....I'd suggest reconsidering how realistic this may be. You have an amazing connection built up between Sue and Alex however, perhaps a greater focus on that rather than so much description about Sue might be more effective :)"

Finally, wrap everything up with a nice (generally uplifting) conclusion. My advice is that no matter how terrible the text you have just read, the writer has taken the steps to go out and send you their work! This is much more difficult that it seems! Congratulate them for their effort, perhaps point out some of the nicest parts of their work. I like to add short quotes from the work that I found particularly interesting at the end. This not only leaves them on a happier note but also makes them feel comfortable and safe about sharing their work and moving to improve it! Remember, you have had plenty of time to talk about the flaws, this is the time to build up their morale and let them work through everything.

Okay, so now you've written out your concrit. Here are a few things you should do before sending it to the person:

Give the text another read! I cannot emphasise how important this point is!!! Often themes or concepts that might not have made too much sense the first time become a lot clearer now that you are in the world of the text. Also you can make sure that your critiques actually match the work :)

Give your concrit a read. Try and avoid basic spelling and grammar mistakes and make sure you don't sound too patronising or rude. Perhaps sprinkle some other nice things in there too :)

Remember, a piece of writing is often someone's baby! It can be personal and vulnerable for someone to hear its criticism. Be kind and supportive in your work!

If everything is good, send through your concrit to the person. Generally I like to wait a few days or until the person themselves reaches out to me again before talking about the text anymore. Give them some time to process; allow them the space to decide what they want to do with their work.

Sometimes, your writer might not take all of your edits on board. That is perfectly okay! You, like any other human being, can be flawed and have opinions that don't align with someone else. At the end of the day, it is not your work that you are giving concrit to and it is entirely the writer's decision of how they want to shape their work. Try not to take ignored concrit too personally :)

So there you have it; a relatively comprehensive guide to giving concrit. Whether it be for the next literary journal you edit or for that fanfiction you've read (with a writer specifically asking for concrit ofc), I hope some of these tips and tricks help you in your editing work :) If you have any questions, feel free to ask me (I love asks, comments and DMs) :))) I might consider doing beta reading here in the future and if you have requests you can also contact me as above!

Concrit is welcome for this article (ironic, isn't it?) cos I've literally written it all in one sitting and not even had a glance over it before posting (terrible writing advice...don't do that) :) Reblogs and likes are also extremely appreciated!!! Anyways, happy editing out there folks :)

Until next time,

Hics <3

#words #creative writing #my writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #constructive critism welcome #constructive criticism #writing advice #writing help #writing tips #writing resources #writing characters #how to write #idk how to tag this #writing problems #writing is hard #being a writer #artist problems #fanfic things #editing #poets on tumblr #proofreading #writing tools #academia #academia tag #light academia #dark academia #rant

[capybaraonabicycle]

Let's write a dw episode and choose a type of spaceship station!

Hi! We are writing a dw-episode with the help of polls. Please check this post about what part of the setting/plot has already been decided on.

In the last poll, we decided that one of our merged TARDIS-s will land on a spaceship station, i.e. something like a train station or airport but floating in space and for spaceships to dock at.  Let’s get to know the place!

First, let's choose the general look of the station. I have put some pictures that are similar to the aesthetic I am imagining under the cut, to help you understand the idea. But obviously, most of them aren't stations built in space. So, I'd rather you chose by the descriptions in the poll and what they mean to you.

Also, those are just the ideas I have come up with. If you have your own, please tell me in the tags and I might include them!

Thank you for voting! Please reblog <3

If you have other ideas, please tell me in the tags and I might do a re-draw with the most popular results and your input!

I am also doing a tag-list now! If you'd like to be tagged in a reblog of upcoming polls, shoot me a message :)

Pictures that more or less resemble what I have in mind for the station in the alphabetic order (A to K). Generally the station will probably look like a space station, a big or small together of platforms/docs, hallways/tunnels, halls and viewing platforms, floating in space. Instable/changable gravity is optional :)

[ID: I am basically trying to represent the words in the poll with images. So we have in this order: A screenshot of the Tsuranga Conundrum; a grafittied hallway; the Antwerp train station; Central Park; a steel dome train station; Missy and Clara on invisible Skaro; a playground; a dungeon; an ice castle; a beehive. end ID]

#poll-who episode #spaceship station #TARDIS #doctor who

[findroleplay]

Hello looking for a very specific kind of plot. This will be OCxOC and MxF with me as M.

I apologize in advance if I don't get to you, I can't have too many roleplays going at the same time so I will probably stop messaging people who like this after a certain point.

I'm a 24F looking for other 18+ people to roleplay on discord. I'm looking for a mix of Dystopian and sort-of arranged marriage AU. I'd love for this to have that always-overcast-sky, run-down-concrete-jungle kind of vibe. I have some vague idea of how it could play out but, if you'd instead brainstorm something with me, I'd be more than happy to oblige. Just let me know when I contact you what you want to go with.

My idea: Our characters are childhood friends despite Character A's family being part of the oligarchy that runs the country and character B being a normal person - a person character A always had a hidden crush for. They stay friends into their early adulthood when character B is arrested for being a rebel (whether it's real or not). Character A offers to marry their friend because this would give them status as members of an important family and wouldn't be allowed to be punished. I'd prefer for you to be character B but everything is up for discussion. This can also not be romance, I like a one-sided unrequited feelings plot.

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#oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #rp #roleplay

[hegrowth]

some quick blog updates:

sarah/kaey is now canon, being kaeys main ship, tho I am still v much open to discussing other ships. ♡ sarah may now be mentioned in kaeys later arcs.

dropping all current threads, starters, plots, and dynamics ♡ if you would like to keep something we had going / plotted please let me know !

selectively keeping asks from my old inbox ♡ I already added prompts to my queue so feel free to send some in when they pop up !

anon is off indefinitely, carried over from the old blog so I'm not anxious ♡ going forward I will be reposting answered asks, so if you'd like to be listed as anon just say so when you send in and I'll post it as sent by anon !

I will now be purging my "to be deleted" tag once a week to keep the blog clean of unnecessary ooc posts ♡ I will also try to clear out my likes once a week.

I have decided to only add established universes / aus I have ideas / info for ♡ wip and potential universes are now at the bottom of the universe page; feel free to hit me up about them if you're interested ! just until I have more concrete ideas and info for them they're essentially request only / inactive.

and a small reminder that I ask that you please not softblock me ♡

#《 ° selkie.exe 》 oh im trash just not approved trash

[solaeria-arch]

            .     ❛   closed starter    ━━━━  @exorcistalice .  

𝙾𝙽  𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝚆𝙷𝚈  he  put  on  such  a  happy  and  easygoing  facade  around  work  ━━━━━━  why  he  pretended  to  be  gentle  and  happy  when  inside  him  only  anger  remained.  Why  was  he  thinking  about  this?  Well,  Tasashi,  the  useless  mongrel,  had  the  gall  of  getting  sick  and  taking  up  on  his  sick  days  ━━━━━━  he’d  be  gone  a  whole  week,  and  the  audacity  of  it  was  driving  Ainosuke  insane.  They  had  a  special  dynamic,  Ainosuke  didn’t  have  to  pretend  in  front  of  him  ;  he  could  lash  out  and  rage  to  his  heart’s  content  because  Tadashi  knew  him  ━━━━━━  in  Ainosuke’s  mind,  Tadashi  was  responsible  for  this.  But  now,  with  the  other  man  gone,  corporate  had  assigned  him  an  intern  to  manage  his  schedule  for  him  and  accompany  him  to  the  plethora  of  meetings  and  events.

As  his  red  eyes  took  in  the  young  girl,  Ainosuke  forced  himself  to  calm  the  fire  in  his  heart  ━━━━━━  to  placate  the  anger  with  a  promise  of  showing  up  to  S  later  that  night.  He  had  to  be  careful,  with  Tadashi  he  could  be  his  true  self,  because  the  other  was  shackled  by  his  guilt,  this  girl  however  had  no  such  binds  to  keep  her  from  crying  and  ruining  his  image  were  he  not  the  perfect,  gentle  and  easygoing  Shindo  Ainosuke  he  portrayed  during  his  working  ours.  He  placed  a  soft  smile  on  his  face,  trying  to  look  welcoming  and  understanding.  ❛      Well,  I  assume  they  told  you  who  I  am,  but  either  way,  I  am  Shindo  Ainosuke,  please  take  care  of  me.    ❜    He  stated,  rising  from  his  chair  and  giving  her  a  gentle  bow.

❛      Before  we  get  started  on  what  I  will  need  you  to  do,  why  don’t  you  tell  me  a  little  about  yourself?      ❜

#☼ . 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 . shindo ainosuke . connection #exorcistalice #( let me know if you'd like to plot something more concrete )

[99zmist]

07:10 — choi san.

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

au: college!au, roommates!au (fine arts student!san & medical student!reader)

wordcount: 2.2k

notes: this is a little something i wrote for my best friend, sieghrae, where she gave me prompts from this list. i decided to just post this on tumblr because this is the first fic i wrote after my terrible writer's block, and i'm pretty proud of my writing here so :3

just a little side note, this unedited and doesn't have much of a concrete plot but go ahead if you'd want to read! i'll appreciate it ♡

genre: fluff — this is just honestly the characters' emotions being focused on, fluff, comforting the other, fluff, being whipped for each other, and even more fluff. just fluffy san and fluffy reader.

oh and there's mentions of another minor character that's san's sister. but nothing important.

enjoy reading!

having choi san as your roommate was either a grace or a sin.

you both shared an apartment near seoul university where you’re taking up your third year in medical technology and he’s in his 4th year of fine arts. you weren’t particularly close with him, but he was your best friend’s older brother and lia was kind enough to let you move in their family-owned apartment for the time-being while you search for other apartments to rent in. (not that she minded anyways, she loved having you around.)

in a logical sense, lia and san were living together but lia was barely home for you to conclude that the two of you were more considered as roommates than the siblings themselves. unlike you and her brother, she was in Yongin most of the time because she moved to Dankook University when she failed her medical-surgical nursing subject last semester at SNU.

san, on most days, actually chose to ignore you. you weren’t sure why, and it wasn’t like this actually bothered you—but you just hoped to at least have one decent chat with him knowing he was lia’s brother and you were technically under the same roof as him. although, as if there was actually time for you to talk anyways. you were too busy cooped up inside your room studying for whatever upcoming tests you had, and if he wasn’t reviewing for his tests, he’d have his group of friends over in the living room for drinking sessions or playing video games.

the moments you consider where he’d be a pain in the ass are those times where you’d be cleaning the mess after wooyoung and the other boys leave. yunho, being the good boy that he was, would push his drunk friends out of the door while muttering his apologies to you for the trouble. he’d tell you he can help clean up, but you’d reject his offer by giving him a small smile and tell him you can handle it. once they leave, you’d continue to clean up the alcohol-filled aroma living room where san’s already passed out drunk on the couch, or he’d just be heavily asleep due to tiredness.

you’d pick up the bottles scattered on the floor, arrange the furniture and curtains because god knows what the 99z have been doing for them to rowdy up a place like this. eventually, you’d find yourself bringing a clean blanket and tuck san in while he sleeps on the couch. he’d shift slightly upon feeling your movement, and you’d stare at him, frozen on the spot while praying to the eternal beings above for him not to suddenly open his eyes and make a scene where you’d want to dig up a hole and bury yourself alive.

however, there would be times where his actions would surprise you. that one time you were locked up in your room studying—(yes, again, it was no surprise considering that you were in med school)—for your midterms that you forgot eating your breakfast and lunch. when you walked out of your room at past 4 in the afternoon, the apartment was quiet and the silence was enough to tell you that san was out.

what caught you off guard the moment you walked in the mini kitchen, though, was the cooked food on the table neatly placed for you to eat—and the note beside it.

eat up, the note said. that big brain of yours wouldn’t be put to good use if you’ve got an empty stomach.

you’d find yourself smiling softly at that, and that lingering feeling would remain fluttering in your chest while you ate.

while sitting there, you found yourself thinking that maybe the two of you did care for each other even in the subtlest ways. it wasn’t always the grand gestures; you didn’t need to be talking every minute of the day to see that san appreciated you, but it was the gentle gazes every time one of you comes home, it was the soft “good mornings” and “good nights” when passing by each other in the hall, it was cooking the other person food when they were busy, it was san’s glares at his friends when they try to shoot their shot at you—and it was tucking him in every time he falls asleep on the couch.

maybe being with him wasn’t so bad afterall.

when nighttime came and your thoughts were gathered, you heard the main door opening and closing afterwards. this time, unlike before, you felt your heart jump and stomach churn.

what the fuck, you thought to yourself, why am i like this?

but san was home after a long day, and this was the first time you were actually relieved and filled with excitement that he was. you push your books aside and get up from your bed, before making your way outside your room quietly. from there, you see san placing his backpack down on the couch before running his hands through his newly dyed hair. this caught you in surprise, eyes widening slightly in awe and you couldn’t stop yourself from approaching him.

“that color suits you.” the words roll off your tongue smoothly, and you try to stop your cheeks from burning when he turns his head to where you stood. he doesn’t answer for a few moments, making your palms sweat slightly as your mind blares out alarms that you were making a fool out of yourself.

shit, shit, shit—

“thanks,” san says, a small smile tugging at the end of his lips. you feel your panicking insides deflate in relief at his response. he glances back at the mirror hanging on the wall, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looks over at his pink hair. “isn’t it too bright?”

“it will be too bright for the dean,” you remark, making him laugh. fuck. you chuckle, “no, i’m being serious. she might try to shave your head off.”

san snorts, rolling his eyes. “i’m an arts student. this—” he gestures, turning to you and pointing at his hair. “—is art.”

“go try telling her that,” you giggle. san smiles at you again, and it lingers for a while before you clear your throat and point towards the kitchen. “have you eaten dinner? i can cook for you if you haven’t yet.”

“oh, that’s fine! i already ate with the rest of the boys,” he politely declines your offer, and you nod your head. it didn’t take long until his gaze softened, before speaking up. “what about you? did you eat already?”

there was a tinge of hesitancy flashing in your eyes for a moment, weighing your options if you’d just tell him you already did for you to stop bothering him, or tell him that you haven’t yet but you were about to cook so he shouldn't worry. 

san was quick to figure out the answer though, as he placed his hands on your shoulders—startling you to the core. he then gives you a dimpled-smile, making you weak to your knees.

“y/n.”

you were shaken at the way he says your name.

jesus christ—he’s so pretty. he always has been.

“i’m too burned out to cook for you,” san continues, but before you can protest that it was alright, he cuts you off. “but, we can just order online. i’m sure that thai restaurant nearby could offer you a much delicious meal. what do you think?”

you smile back at him this time, nodding slightly. “yeah, sure.”

this was actually the first proper conversation you had with san, and the way he talked to you comfortably immediately shut down every negative thing you thought about him in the past. back then, you always thought he was too rowdy especially if he was with the rest of the 99z; you thought he was too intimidating and that he fit that asshole ‘brother’s best friend’ persona you see in those cliches. obviously, you were wrong to think about him like that, but it’s all disregarded now.

the two of you sit on the couch chatting endlessly about college while waiting for the food to arrive. the sparkle in san’s eyes as he talked about his excitement and passion for arts—mainly singing and dancing—was so breathtaking and adorable that you couldn’t hide that goofy smile on your face while listening to him. he mentions how he wanted to debut as an idol after he graduates college, but he takes it back with a shy gaze, telling you he sounded ‘childish’.

“you didn’t sound childish at all,” you’d say, leaning against the couch while keeping your gaze at him still. “no one talking about their dreams is childish.”

san smiles at that, and the blush that was creeping on his cheeks were about the same tint of pink that was on his hair.

“thanks, y/n,” he says. “what about you? you still have 1 year left to go in med school. what are your plans?”

“at the moment i just want to finish the semester,” you say bluntly, a bit of humor rolling at the ends of your tongue making him chuckle. “but if all things go well—in which i’m hoping it would—i’ll proceed with general medicine.”

“that’s actually nice. the world needs a lot of good doctors like you.”

you let out a humorless laugh, sinking deeper into the armrest of the couch as you huff out a breath—and your feelings come crashing down on you all at once, and you were so over flooded with emotions that you can’t help but blink your tears away before turning to the side.

“that’s kind of tough to think,” you blurt out, san still being oblivious to your propensity. “everything’s just so hard right now. i keep studying my ass off for these tests and i still fail most of them,” your emotions were now harder to suppress, and san could finally notice the way your voice shook with audible fear and anxiety. “—i’m just trying to make it out okay.”

“hey,” san reaches forward and holds your arm gently, before pulling you back up to face him. he gently brushes some of your hair back, smiling at you softly. “listen, it’s okay to feel that way, but you shouldn’t let it push you down. you’ve got a long way to go and i know you have so much potential. you can do this. if it all gets too tough, you can always seek comfort from the people around you. i’m sure my sister would love to keep you company,” he advises. “or, you can even talk to me.”

you sniffle slightly, and you suddenly felt a tinge of embarrassment when you realized you were practically opening up to choi san—your best friend’s brother, your roommate for almost a year. you rub your eye slightly, and san notices your tear-stained glasses. he reaches forward slightly, doing his best not to startle you, before taking your glasses off so he can wipe off the tear-stains.

this startles you, but it startles him more when he looks back up and sees you. you didn’t look any different when you wore glasses, but the way your eyes shone and lashes curled seemed to be more evident now than before, and god—were you breath-taking and beautiful in his eyes. he didn’t mind the dark circles under your eyes due to the excessive studying and all-nighters, nor did he mind the imperfections like the acne scars on some sides of your cheeks.

it didn’t matter to him, because all he saw was you as a whole.

“thank you, san,” your voice snaps him back to reality, and he blinks slightly—dumbfounded that he had been staring for quite awhile. “thank you for listening… and for the advice.”

“of course,” he says softly. “i never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.”

this sets off a certain blaze within you, and you move so swiftly that the next thing you knew was the feelings of your lips against his. it startles him, but he responded so quickly that the two of you were kissing. you had one hand on his cheek and the other at the back of his neck, pulling him closely to you as if you didn’t want to let go. san chuckles lightly between your lips, hands on your waist as he guides you into straddling his lap for a more comfortable position. there was a certain passion into the kiss—mixed with longing, want, and desire as both your eyes fluttered shut. san’s lips were soft against yours, and you could smell his intoxicating cologne as you breathe in. he nibbles on your bottom lip slightly, making you let out a small whine. he smirks, but continues to kiss you so fervently, his larger hands finding its way to cup your cheeks.

the kiss, however, was interrupted when your doorbell rings. san was the first to pull away, breathless and lips swollen before pressing his forehead against yours.

“must be the food we ordered,” you stated. “go get it.”

“or my sister.” san replies, earning a light slap on the arm as you stare at him, horrified when the realization dawns to you that you kissed her brother. he laughs loudly, leaving a quick kiss on your lips before standing up to get the door. “relax, baby.”

he makes his way to open the door and it was indeed the delivery guy with your food. san pays and thanks him politely, before closing it back as he makes his way to you.

while you were helping him take the food out from the paper bags, you couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you looked back at him.

“this was certainly not on my plans this friday night.”

— © 99zmist.

#san au #ateez san au #ateez au #ateez fluff #san fluff #just them kissing and being cute #san x reader #ateez x reader #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #99z liner #ateez imagine #san imagines #ateez

[repo-net]

Have you thought about writing a DRS event that you wish Nagisa got in the game, with whichever character you'd like? I'd love to see your take on that if you're ever feeling up to it.

As a matter of fact, I do have a super minor idea that I thought would be cute to do, ahaha.

So I present to you; people with horns on their hair aka Ibuki and Nagisa bonding over... uh, whatever the hell I put down there, I'm bad at summarizing plots.

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There sat a blue-haired child in the middle of a lobby, sat on a high stool chair while he worked on the counter in front of him, an open dictionary resting on the wood the counter was made of while the boy was cutting patterns of heart-shaped origami out of red paper, focused on his job with a glass of orange juice by his side.

In the stool right in front of him though was a curious girl, staring at his head intently with equally focused eyes, occasionally stopping to take a sip of the drink she had in her hands, before going back to the almost hypnotized staring contest she had with the child's head.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... Tch."

"..."

"Could you not?"

"Huuuh? Could I not what?"

"Could you not stare at me while I'm trying to work? It's distracting me. What are you even looking at me for?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry! I was just super duper amazed by those things."

"What? 'Those things...?' Where? Is there some kind of stain on me?"

"Woah, relax! Ibuki was just talking about your hair! Specifically, those nice ol' horns of yours! They're super amazing! How the heck did you get them to stand like that?"

"... What? You've been staring at my hair for over half an hour? N-Nevermind that, there's nothing fascinating about them anyways, it's just a hereditary feature, no more, no less."

"What?! No way, you were born with that hair?! That's incredible, I have to tie mine like this, so it doesn't compare to you at all! I lost the hair genetic contest to a kid, noooo!"

"Hair genet- do you even know what you're talking about right now?"

"Nope, not a clue! Ibuki's just been stealing words off of that dictionary you've been reading."

"... Right."

"Anyways, back to the topic! Seriously though, how do those things even stand like that? It like, defies physics and stuff! Like you're some kind of fictional character!"

"... Don't call me that, please. But seriously, I told you already they're a hereditary feature. I don't have any concrete explanation for them either, they just... do that. No deeper meaning to it. Honestly, I find them way too childish for my tastes... it attracts way too much unwanted attention."

"Gwah, an indirect attack at Ibuki! That's mean!"

The rockstar dramatically collapsed onto the floor, clutching her heart like she'd been shot as the child could only sigh and roll his eyes, before going back to the work with his origami, until the girl pulled herself back up and resumed looking at his cowlicks like nothing happened.

"Hmm. So you don't like your hair then?"

"I wouldn't say I dislike it, since it's part of my identity, but like I said, it draws too much attention from people."

"Then Ibuki'll cut your hair for you! That should solve the problem!"

"Wh- hey! Give me my scissors back, you loudmouthed mess! I didn't say I wanted then cut, you misinterpreted what I said!"

"Ibuki misinterpreted nothing! Now just rest your head and let me do all the work!"

"I'm telling you, just give that back! I'm doing something for someone and I can't make progress without those scissors! These things will just grow back anyways in a week even if you cut them, there's no point!"

"Eh? Seriously? That's weird, what are they, like plants or something? Whatever, you can have it back."

"!"

"Sad... Ibuki wanted to steal them off of you so she could grow horns of her own. Natural ones! Not the tied-up stuff that are on me right now."

"Don't just throw scissors like that, that's a safety hazard! Thank goodness I caught it... ugh, you really remind me of someone else on this island..."

"Eh? Ibuki reminds you of someone else on this island? Is it whoever you're sending these totally not suspicious lovey dovey hearts to?"

"Wh- no! They are not love hearts, I'll have you know...! They're decorations. That's it. And they aren't for who you remind me of, it's for someone else entirely... someone who is... our princess."

"Sonia?!"

"No!"

"Nevermind. Ahahahaha!"

"Ugh... I can't stand this a second more. I'm leaving."

"Woah, woah woah, woah woah woah! Don't leave yet, Ibuki's not done with you yet!"

"What else could you possibly want from me?! You've been nothing but an annoyance this whole time...! Darn adult...!"

"A-And that's why Ibuki wants to apologize! It's very clear that she's really been getting on your nerves, and I don't want any kid to be mad at me! Please please accept my apology! Look, I'll even give you this milkshake! It's super sweet and delicious and bursting with flavor!"

"I-I don't eat or drink sweet stuff. It's unhealthy and childish. My tastes are far more refined than that."

"Aw, really? So you won't accept Ibuki's apology gift, then? Fine... guess I'll just give this back to Teruteru then."

"Hang on a sec- Teruteru? You mean that short chef with the fake accent?"

"Eh? You know the guy?"

"Er, a little... I suppose if it's made by him, then... perhaps I'll take it and give it to someone else."

"Gasp! So do you accept Ibuki's apology after all?"

"If only so I can dri- I mean, I can give it to one of my friends, then sure, I guess."

"It's a deal then! I get one... er, what's your name again?"

"Nagisa. Nagisa Shingetsu."

"I get one Naggy-sa to accept my apology, and he gets one drink of a super tasty milkshake sent by the heavens!"

"I am not naggy, don't mess with my name like that! And I told you, I don't drink sweet stuff like this."

"Heehee, sure you don't."

"Ugh..."

#danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa s #ibuki mioda #mioda ibuki #nagisa shingetsu #shingetsu nagisa #warriors of hope

[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon': Prologue ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

Alright I'm doing it.

I'm doing the thing.

It literally keeps me awake at night I gotta write thisss *cough* okay

Originally I was only going to post this unto Wattpad, but getting traction on their website is a little more difficult than good ole' Tumblr, so I'll be posting it on both. Feel free to visit my Wattpad here: LINK if you want to support my writing on that end. (I would so appreciate it)

This post is going to run pretty long, as it will host both the prologue of the story and my author's notes. Just a heads up.

Summery:

A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.'s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core--to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you've been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon' is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is a slow burn fan-fic; and I am not italicizing those words without reason. This is going to be an agonizingly slow action-packed adventure-romance. This is a self-insert story, just like my three-part series 'Some Combat Training' (link) where you as the protagonist will not be described outside of being female, general physique, and a generalization of your uniform(s). Skin, hair, eyes, etc. will not be described at all--besides ambiguous adjectives. That said, I am taking liberties with physique and stature due to the nature of the story. You're abilities rely on stealth as well as close and fast combat, therefore you are described as 'small', 'lithe', 'athletic', and all of those other fancy little ninja woman words. Your personality has been shaped by the events of your life and the people within it; but if I were to describe it I would choose words like: Intelligent, determined, self-sacrificing, quiet, humble, and studious. The story will follow along with the anime for the most part starting at around the time of the USJ event, though at some point the story will branch off and become more my original concoction. (Such as, fast-forwarding the time-line to when the characters are older.) Some information about you as the protagonist will not be written here, as I plan for those to be revelations within the story. There will be angst, blood and gore, adult-humor, trauma, death, bad language and warnings will be listed with each chapter as needed. Feel free to comment on those chapters as soon as you see something that isn't mentioned that might make someone (if not yourself) feel uncomfortable. I will not be offended. This story is meant to get a little dark. Please comment if you can about your opinions! I have never posted an on-going fic before, and anything you have to say I would appreciate! <3 Now, please enjoy this short prologue~ Chapter 1 is being reviewed and edited, to be release very soon! 👹🖤⛓🔪💣 ...four...five...six.. You counted the footsteps behind your left ear, round the corner of the dim abandoned subway. You'd been stationary; still so long that your digits had all but numbed. Turn... one...two...three... The footsteps were distancing from the hall your attention had been set upon. A T-section, where the entity had gone down and away from your destination. You had to cross that 'T' to get to the junction--where you needed to leave a note completely undetected. The slightest mis-step would lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to investigation. Investigation lead to the five percent chance they could find that note--and no percentage was too small. It all hinged on absolute perfection. Nine...ten...eleven... This was their fifth round. A patrol. You had to make sure their movement were predictable before this would work--despite having successfully delivered the note fourty-two times and counting--you did not have the luxury of assumption. Only if their stride was even, only if you absolutely knew they were moving at a certain pattern, could you depend on the following information: It took fifteen steps before they would reach the broken light on their route. The haze of the dust and pollutants reflected in the working lights prior to that was your cover. Cross the 'T', leave the note, and cross it again. Out of sight and out of earshot, mission successful. Fourteen... f-- You turn, and it takes three steps to arrive at the drop to the tracks. You bunch and leap, and even the quietest friction of fabric from your uniform creases your brow. You land, just outside of the light's reach on the thin concrete slab beyond. Your eyes track the metals, the jutting wall tiles; that with which the barest touch could emit a sound--and you maneuver around them. Under, creeping low--and over, leaping to land on the balls of your feet and checking your balance before moving forward. Careful to not cast a shadow into the hall. Paced, so as not to move too quickly nor too slowly. Counting, because every second was controlled and calculated. You reach the juncture, and once again

edging the light you propel yourself to land back on the main thoroughfare. The next obstacle--removing the loose brick. Behind a metal bench centered between two closed-in stair cases, where the tile meets what had once been a decorative brick mosaic; eight bricks right and eighteen bricks up, was your note's destination. Just above your head, where you had to bend at an awkward angle to reach. Not practical, less detectable. You're wearing tight fabric gloves with grips on the pads, but thin enough you can feel the texture of the brick as you gently lace your fingers at each of the corners. Lifting, centering, and pulling the brick from its slot. Holding it just right, you can avoid the loud scrapes and grinds--but you have to hold it perfectly centered. Success. In goes the note. As does the brick, back into the wall. But you're only half-way done. Leap. Quiet, maneuver, avoid, measure. Silent. Leap. Hide. You're back is once again at the wall, the footsteps of the lackey you'd been avoiding closing in proximity to the Hall you'd just left. Four... five... six... Your eyes focus on the wall opposite of you as you ground yourself. The next few seconds determined a new reality. Either they followed their pattern, or they didn't. You had to be flexible. No assumptions. If they move towards the junction, you have to follow. If they move towards you, you'd calculate on your feet. Seven... eight... nine.. Turn. ...one...two...three.. You don't relax. Even after you count their steps to fifteen, even as you slip away back through the hall, even as you exit the unattended vent and breathe in fresh air--you don't relax until you're sitting on the floor in your room, calming down, your mask in your hands. After checking to make sure your door had not been opened, and no one had looked for you. No tracks in the dust. Only then do you allow yourself to ruminate on the contents of the note you had written, because you could still see every letter of it in your mind. ------ 55-1, Minami Senju 5-chome, Musutafu Target: Fukui Mitsuo Floor 8 3 AM. 7. Accompanied. Head. ------ For the briefest moment, you feel your hands shake. They always did on these nights. Realistically, you'd left no openings. Tested and re-tested every method. Calculated every movement. Left nothing to chance. But the 'what-if's' still linger, and you let them. The fear is good. It keeps you on your toes, your mind on edge, your tongue to the roof of your mouth. If he found out, you wouldn't know it until it was over. So you pretended he already did. Below you, underground in his base, plotting how to get at you when you were most vulnerable. Tear you to pieces, throw you in a pit or in a cage. No--too risky, he'd just kill you. A dead-end is better than a possibility. You'd learned that from him. You swallow, head turning so the amber morning sky is in your peripheral. All things considered, you would still unfortunately need sleep. You cherished the brief moments of sunlight and let your mind swim in the memories of your childhood spent in the daytime; before retiring to the broken and borrowed mattress. Seven days. You would check the location of your note in two. If there is another note in response, you would create a reactionary plan. The pattern continues. Until he finds out. ...Until he finds out.

#Bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x y/n #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #bnha #bnha fanfic #slow burn romance #bnha fanfic slowburn #bakugou x f!reader #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero fanfiction #bakugou x you

[mevekagvain]

Chapter 121 - I hope none of the birds affected by the sleeping gas died from falling from a height, especially if they fell on concrete. I don't think the gas itself would affect the birds but it also very well might since they can't handle as much due to being much smaller animals or from not being able to handle the chemicals used.

Chapter 122 - Shark's expressions are so hideous 🤢

- At least Raizel knows how to be nice by sharing food lmao. Frankenstein beaming like a proud father of a 2-year-old who's doing that is definitely not praxis though.

Chapter 124 - Shark being astounded that nobles care about innocents is amusing. I suppose that aside from the Elders, the Union members think nobles consider other species to be inferior or like cockroaches or toys.

- Although I do find Frankenstein plotting to teach Seira cooking so she can cook for Raizel when he can't extremely funny, I do also find it somewhat disturbing. He's essentially making a teen girl do child labour. Yes she and Regis are imposing on him and I do think they should be doing some manner of chores, but making her cook lavish meals? I also know she's doing it willingly but it still makes me cringe since something being one's choice doesn't negate it being bad. And yes technically she's 'of age' since she's 217, whatever that means since she's still obviously a teen compared to Raizel who actually is an adult going to school with children (which is a whole other can of worms), but aside from her position as clan leader she's very obviously not viewed as an adult by most.

Chapter 125 - On one hand I'd love to get a front row seat to the internal drama within the DA-5 lile M-21 but otoh I don't want to die a painful death or get beaten up.

- So like obviously Seira knows that Raizel and Frankenstein aren't ordinary humans unlike Regis but it is hilarious to think she just told the truth to two men she thinks are frail innocent humans.

Chapter 127 - You'd really think that the Union would be investing more into memory altering drugs but nah. The only ones they have will also fuck your brain up. Really not a good idea when most of your agents/experiments obviously have been administered aforementioned drugs. If it was only used sparingly on civilians I'd get it but it's quite widespread so...

Chapter 128 - As much as Frankenstein complains about the mess the kids make, he enjoys having them over as much as Raizel does. Soft hearted bastard.

Chapter 130 - The girls bandaging M-21 up even as Regis fights has them being smarter than like 90% of other characters in media. They're the real reason he didn't hit the dust immediately smh.

Chapter 132 - I still think the coming of age ceremony has a 50% chance of actually being them ingesting drugs that are the equivalent of stat boosting items in games but also ya know, real world drugs that fuck you up. The other 50% is just them getting much stronger after they turn 200 because their bodies are just like that and it truly is purely ceremonial and a fun tradition like children's day or girl's day or birthdays rather than something that actually affects them.

- Lol Kranz, Regis won't be leaving a corpse if he dies. Purebloods are just special like that. Can you imagine if they did see a pureblood dying? They'd regret killing them so bad.

Chapter 133 - Raizel commanding Frankenstein to stop his experiments is definitely something, like bro maybe he was figuring out electrolysis, not like you know what he was doing. Plus it's not like Frankenstein listened completely. Man has a lab under his house and it wasn't built after Raizel woke. I guess he only stopped modification experiements on others and only did checkups on himself but didn't stop experimenting for other stuff like idk, better fertiliser.

- Kinda amazing Takeo didn't get stabbed in the heart.

Chapter 137 - I know it's just because Gejutel likely explained the lord's powers to him but the idea that Regis knows what a blood field is because Raskreia does demonstrations to entertain little kids is making me giggle.

Chapter 140 - So the Union only came upon Frankenstein's research 540 years ago... that's only 40 years before Raskreia became lord. Interesting.

- Ah yes... the classic joke of Tao not teaching Takeo korean properly. It's also very amusing envisioning Tao teaching the DA-5 members korean.

- ARIS ARIS ARIS. God she looks adorbs. Also I love her referring to DA-5 as 'my children' and 'my babies'. Aris >>> all other scientists. Amd hi Yuri :)

Chapter 141 - Yuri listening to Aris insulting Crombel repeatedly,,, he probably enjoys every aspect of it from knowing she's not aware he's his underling to being able to hear someone insult Crombel.

- Once again union members don't know jack shit. They think werewolves are extinct while Maduke and Lunark are literally Elders 😭🤡😭

- Werewolves having a small population never made sense to me even with the whole thing about them not having mind control and thus keeping away from humans secretly since even civilians are stronger than humans on average but like why tf would wolves have such a low reproduction rate? And that's why I hc that 90% of them are just homosexual.

Chapter 142 - D doesn't consume your lifeforce bro. That's just the drugs causing heavy strain on the body, etc etc. The rest of your explanation was fine but talking about lifeforce or vitality makes no sense.

- We all know Yuri's smart but the fact that he tries to get Frankenstein as a subject by scouting him first is very clever. It's believable too since Frankenstein is supposed to be quite handsome.

Chapter 144 - Well we don't know of Crombel microchips his Assassination Squad but Aris canonically microchips her experiments 🤣

Chapter 147 - Okay but this panel... she's hot. I'd let her dissect me <3

- If this was some other media I'd talk about the symbolism of the attack looking like a rapier and go on for a paragraph but this is Noblesse so it's obviously just a coincidence lmao.

- "A living robot" so like... a cyborg.

Chapter 148 - Yuri getting pissed at being attacked and retaliating but pretending it was him being loyal to Aris... Love it. Also he must be really confused as to who tf Frankenstein is since as one of Crombel's most important lackeys he'd definitely know about such a powerful experiment under him if they existed and thus unlike Aris knows that he's not been sent by Crombel.

Chapter 149 - Yup def confused, especially when he realises Frankenstein's power is like Crombel's.

Chapter 150 - Girlboss,,, also it's been years and I'm still wondering... why is her outfit like that? Neon genesis evangelion girlboss does have a ring to it though.

- Ah yes, Taivra time.

Chapter 151 - Okay yeah I feel so bad for Takeo but also Aris is so good at manipulating him and and and iwi. The fact that she can cry on command though... impressive.

- "From the beginning you were an only child. That's why I got you to experiment on." Okay cool time to ignore that again for my own amusement of having all of noblesse's named modified human women be related to Takeo.

- Okay I'm obsessed with strawberry milk myself but strawberries do not taste anywhere near that good. Not even the sweet ones.

Chapter 153 - Yeah no I don't agree that Takeo losing his will to live is an insult to your comrades M-21. You could have said all that in a gentler way. Just because Takeo was luckier than you experiment wise doesn't mean you get to be so rude.

Chapter 154 - M-21 misleading Tao and Takeo to thinking he's being experimented on and then turning around to laugh at them when they find out it's just ramyeon... mood.

- I really do wonder what 12th Elder's military medals are for.

Sidenotes - Hammer being smart <3 I honestly didn't remember that part of him and I'm glad he's not given purely negative traits. He's the only reason Shark lived past 2 chapters tbh.

- Truly, D is one of the worst letters of the alphabet to have named the drugs DA-5 uses. The other bad choice would be P. On the opposite end of the spectrum, T would have been a great choice for the irony. Not that it matters since the inspiration for the drug from name to physical transformation is obviously 🍆

- Nobles being so nonchalant about murder is kinda fucked up like yeah they suck but you can't just kill them??? Lukedonia my beloved your justice system sucks. I do hc they can't just do this in Lukedonia though or to other nobles even if outside of Lukedonia, it's just that the jurisdiction of nobles doesn't apply outside of Lukedonia and they do on some level think of themselves as a superior species so they're fine with just... killing people.

- Aris obsessing over handsome men as experiments and treating them like toys but ignoring women altogether? Not experimenting on women? Gaslight gatekeep girlboss,,, a feministe of our own,,, perhaps even a... lesbienne. But yeah I just love how she acts and I love her and how she interacts with Yuri. And yeah he's cool too.

- Tbh aside from how short the skirts are and the white blazers, the Ye Ran uniform really reminds me of my own school's uniform. The colours are exactly the same. We just didn't have blazers since it was a forever summer tropical country, only jumpers for if it got too cold in the air conditioned rooms. And for some people who grow up in tropical countries... 25°C can be too cold.

#noblesse #raining while reading #volume 2 done

[whetstonefires]

don't even know how likely it is that you'd write something like this anymore but. a fic where zack didn't actually think genesis died (DUDE HE CAN FLY HE'S NOT GONNA FALL TO DEATH!!) and at the very least postpone angeal's death by convincing him to help genesis who is presumably lying at the bottom of some abyss beneath an underground warehouse being very unconscious, probably out of exhaustion. then somehow the world's NOT ending by sephiroth maybe because there'd be actual FRIENDSHIP DEVELOPMENT?? (not cool that you robbed me of that in cc, squeenix) and they can go viva la revolution and dismantle shinra. or something. kunsel can help he has the brain cell

I had the hardest time answering this ask in a way that made sense to talk to you with but would be comprehensible to any followers who gave a damn as;dlfkjsdk.

Okay so I would probably write something like that, busted lmao, altho you’re right I got most of the SOLDIER trio feels out of my system already. But I feel like the obstacle would be...well it’s like two obstacles, wound together like indecent snakes.

So the obstacle is, Angeal’s motivations. In-universe, getting him to not die so he can come help the guy he wants to die because of and whom he imo expresses the sentiment that he should have personally killed is...tricky.

It’s not impossible because Zack is persuasive and Angeal is obviously still weak to Genesis in spite of everything or he would have killed him ages ago. But it’s tricky.

And on a metanarrative level it’s rendered much trickier by having so little to work with. How do you maneuver a couple of characters (specifically designed to fall apart no less) through a rapprochement when most of the estrangement happened offscreen?

We don’t know what Genesis said to Angeal to get him to defect, other than that it probably involved Project G. We don’t know how they got into the level of argument they were already in when Zack reaches Banora, whatever level exactly that was, other than that it presumably involved Angeal objecting to the Copies and the extermination of his hometown, but somehow left him feeling so conflicted and hopeless and helpless he didn’t do anything about those objections.

It’s really hard to do any concrete development of Angeal’s mental state at this point in the story, especially to put in the footholds for diverting his course from its predestined end point at the last minute, without those things to build on! And of course it’s even harder for my consistent PSP existence failure. 😔😔😔 i’m fake fan what can i do.

Anyway yeah I’d have to make up so much stuff, like their entire relationship arc, that’s the main/only reason I would probably not write this. I like to have slightly more footing in canon. Even when I’m doing things slightly less difficult than trying to sell a positive resolution to a tragic relationship arc.

Well, that and I’d have to put my heart behind the notion of saving Genesis as a good reason for doing anything, at this stage in the game. I’m not sure I could. Let him stay in the hole.

Stay in the hole Genesis! You stayed in your hole while Sephiroth was ending the world, didn’t you? Stay now! Be quiet! Cease to make trouble!

(Angeal’s temptation to take him out while he was down if they did find him unconscious would be a great drama scene because you know what, I bet he still couldn’t.

That might actually work...Zack brings up ‘actually having taken 15 minutes to think about it i don’t think he’s dead’ and Angeal postpones dying until the currently more dangerous monster is fully taken care of but then they get there and he. Can’t. Fucking do it. As much as he objectively knows it’s the Right Thing To Do. Cue more visible and hopefully more productive breakdown than the one he’s been continually having for most of the game, roll plot.

This still requires some way of detoxifying Genesis enough to live with but hey I’m not actually writing this thing.)

I keep doing these AUs and then folding out before they actually overthrow Shinra tho, because there are only so many ways to do that, and all the non-awful ones are super complicated. 😆 Maybe ending one with ‘and then SOLDIER Kunsel founded a shadow government’ would make a nice change.

#zack fair #angeal hewley #suicide mention #in that Angeal's plans for the day involve dying #Genesis Rhapsodos #ffvii #crisis core #ask meme #writing #i feel neither dragged nor complimented only Known alskfj; #hoc est meum #uselesseunoia #ask

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I saw your post about how to figure out between badger and raven secondaries, and I know you're not involved with other two, but could you make a post about those too? I know it's selfish but I find it easier when other people talk about it. I want to be trusted and the right thing is to put in work and time, but it's dreadful, and boring, and I might have a burned snake secondary, even though I'd never say it's the right thing, but it'd be nice to feel cunning and clever.

Hmm! I wonder why you'd "never say it was the right thing." Snake secondary is a legit toolset that can be used in good and ethical ways, so that's not a universal sentiment. It's valid that it bugs you personally, but if you're trying to Sort yourself, that's an interesting question for you to analyze.

As for your question... *cracks knuckles*

Like you said, Lion and Snake aren't my personal toolsets, so I can't go into as much detail about them without stepping into a lot of guesswork. But I can try! I'll be relying on fictional examples, I think, as a crutch.

Snake secondary

The Sorting Hat Chats podcast on A:TLA includes discussion of the 3 Snake secondaries in the cast: Aang, Toph, and Azula. They're all very different in how they use their secondary.

For example! Toph lives almost exclusively in her neutral state, the blunt, "I don't give a shit" mode Snake secondaries can drop into when they don't need or want to use their shifting personas. She can put on other acts, and she delights in fooling people for her own benefit, but usually she doesn't bother. Aang doesn't have a neutral state at all--he's always moving, playing, dodging, finding new angles. Azula isn't really playful, just smug and manipulative, though a lot of that is a cover for insecurity and a shield against being hurt.

You can use Snake secondary without lying. There are lots of ways of framing the truth that don't hide its nature, but people's perceptions are very fluid and malleable, and they're going to skew one way or another anyway. People lie to themselves all the time, and sometimes the thing you need to do is figure out what lie that is and pull it apart.

(I know that sounds weird. Hang on, let me give you something more concrete.)

This is, for example, a lot of what a therapist does. Sometimes their patient's observations of the world aren't strictly wrong, but they're laser focused on the bad stuff or are framing their world in a way that makes things look worse than they are, and they need to see things through a different lens.

Is the therapist being manipulative? No. Are they being persuasive? Hopefully! Is this a powerful tool? Hell, yes.

Snakes are also good at coming up with new ideas, and finding solutions to problems really quickly. Moist von Lipwig in Going Postal restores Ankh-Morpork's postal system as much on his quick thinking and new ideas as he does on persuasion. He makes allies with the workers and charms the media, yes, but he also reinvents the stamps, figures out on the fly how to escape potentially deadly magic shenanigans, fights off a mystery creature in a burning building, and then plots a huge scam using signalling equipment to take down an evil corporation.

Using this side of Snake secondary, and not the charm/persuasion/manipulation side, is a valid way of having and using this secondary. The charm side isn't inherently bad or wrong (one of Aang's more elaborate lies ends a blood feud so old the truth has been lost), but if you're uncomfortable with it, you could invest into this other aspect of the secondary instead.

"Am I a Snake or... [insert]?"

1. a Badger?

Badger secondaries can mistake themselves for Snakes, and vice versa, because there is some adaptation in the Badger skillset. But while Snakes play with the world by putting on masks and performances, Badgers' adaptation is less obvious, partly because it's more genuine, at least in the moment.

This is a quote from Jenny Lawson's book Furiously Happy (one of my very favorite books ever), a story about how she got past her insecurities while recording the audiobook reading for her first book.

(Drug mention joke splatted out, just in case)

I hid in the bathroom and sent out a frantic text to my friend Neil Gaiman (a brilliant author and narrator) telling him that I was panicked and was just about to lose the chance to tell my own story because my voice betrayed just how weak and insignificant I knew I was. He sent back a single line that has never left me:

“Pretend you’re good at it.”

It seemed too simple, but it was all I had so I scrawled the words on my arm and repeated it as a mantra. I walked back into the studio pretending to be someone who was amazing at reading her own story. I finished an entire paragraph without interruption. Then I looked up and the producer stared at me and said, “I don’t know what you just did, but keep doing it.” And I said, “I just did a lot of coc**ne,” and she looked a bit aghast and so I said, “No, I’m just kidding. I just got some really good advice from a friend.”

This is a very Badger secondary tactic: personal adaptation in order to fit a situation.

2. a Bird?

Snake + Bird secondaries are among the more common secondary + model pairings in fiction. @sortinghatchats refers to this as the "chessmaster" trope, and notes how difficult these characters can be to Sort.

It can often be hard to tell which is the actual secondary in these cases. The trick is to find the moment when everything starts to go wrong, when the plans fall apart. When they have to figure things out on the spot, try to see which skill set they fall back on. (The MCU’s Loki, who falls back on deceit and influence when weaponless, is a Slytherin Secondary at heart. The MCU’s Scott Lang, who Macgyvers and gerry-rigs his way through everything from unexpected fingerprint scanners to quantum space, is a Ravenclaw.)

Bean from Ender's Shadow is like this. He's also an example of a Snake user who doesn't really bother lying very often, because the people around him lie so much that usually what he has to do to get his way is actually point out the truth in plain language. My guess is that he's a Bird; he uses both a lot, but often he uses his Snake specifically to get resources for his Bird, rather than on its own.

Actually, often it seems he goes into confrontations with a script, where he's thought about what the other person might say in advance and decided how to respond; it's hard to tell when he's actually making it up on the spot. And there are improvisational situations where he just freezes, although this also has a lot to do with his performance anxiety. Bean really hates that he does this and thinks he should be a better Snake (or, failing that, better at predicting absolutely everything). But I digress.

3. a Lion?

Snakes can mistake their blunt neutral state for a Lion's forthright charge. Inky and Kat call Lion vs Snake "the unstoppable force vs the immovable object" (respectively).

Lions' charging doesn't have to be loud, though. @wisteria-lodge compares them to a battering ram. They're persistent powerhouses who just do not give up (unless something they can't break through actually manages to stop them... and then they can get pretty pissed off and restless), but they don't have to be dramatic or fast to be Lions. Lions in fiction are often flashy, but that's not a requirement.

Lions: "I'm gonna Do The Thing and I'm gonna do it as myself and nobody can stop me!"

Neutral state Snakes: "I don't have to put on a performance right now. This is how I am, and I don't care what you think of it."

Lion secondary

Lions just do stuff. As mentioned above, they're persistent powerhouses and they don't have to be loud or dramatic about it (although they certainly can be!).

Katara is a Lion secondary, and so is Korra. Harry Potter is, too: although he uses Snake a lot (especially to manipulate authority figures), he mostly just does stuff.

Harry's default is to make snap decisions about what to do, and then act on them without hesitation. Take for example when he first gets the Marauders' Map. Fred and George give it to him right next to the secret passage they think he should use, and Harry's perfectly happy to climb in right away, take the passage, and scare the crap out of his friends by just showing up.

Harry's lack of planning does come back to bite him sometimes (see: not thinking to just ditch his Hogsmeade loot in the secret passage before confronting Snape), but his quick decisions are also what save his life every time he confronts Voldemort.

Harry has a Snake secondary model. He uses plausible deniability with a straight face. Tricking Ron into thinking he's been slipped lucky potion through sleight of hand and truthfully denying to Hermione that he'd done it? Explaining to Snape that Roonil Wazlib is "his nickname" ("you know... it's what my friends call me")? That's a Lion secondary using a Snake model in the most Lion way ever. Harry's bullshit runs on his dedication to it.

Also, it's definitely not that Harry doesn't think at all; don't think that you have to be mindlessly reactionary to be a Lion. He's just very comfortable with acting in the moment.

"Am I a Lion or... [insert]?"

1. a Badger?

See, this can be difficult. A Lion has to do things as themself. Anything else, they'll trip over. A Badger can feel very similarly: some types of work, and some methods, are not them. They don't feel right.

Badgers have to believe in what they're doing. Work has to be purposeful, and that's not the same thing as offering a tangible reward. They also need things to be done right, done fairly: it's a very Badger kind of trait to worry about what the back of your embroidery looks like, or whether your code is structured and formatted well behind the scenes.

This level of detail and care put into the things that matter to them is very much wrapped up in a Badger's identity and principles. Being asked to put it aside and fix something important with bubblegum and paperclips can throw them off so badly (and cause such revulsion) that a Badger will start to look like a Lion who's just been asked to fake who they are. Either way, it's not going to work; they'll choke on the process.

(Of course, if you can convince the Badger that actually, yes, bubblegum is the best material to fix the Important Thing, then they'll be on board. You'll probably have less luck with the Lion--they're going to do it their way, whatever you say.)

Both Lions and Badgers are also very persistent, but Lions' persistence is directed at the current moment: they just don't give up. Badgers' persistence is something they patiently store up for the future, and they may not know what future is going to need the resources they're gradually building now.

2. a Bird?

These might be the two secondaries that are least alike, imo. I had to skip this section and come back to it because I had no idea where to start. If you're stuck between them, maybe you have one as a model.

Bird and Lion are both categorized as "solid" secondaries as opposed to "fluid," which means they self-transform less than Badgers and Snakes (who can shape themselves to fit different situations).

There are some very big differences, though. Birds need to prepare, and they need to prepare for the specific situation they're going to face (whether that preparation happened because they knew this was coming or not).

But planning is not a Bird exclusive trait. It's not even a required trait for Birds; yours truly thinks that it's hopelessly tedious except for very specific things. Lions absolutely can plan, and so can Snakes--but both of them thrive on the ability to throw the plan away. Lions do not like to be bound by plans, but their initial existence can give them a sense of direction when they start to charge.

Also, if you're confused between Lion and Bird, I wonder if you're taking the Lion skillset for granted. Some Lions are blatantly obvious to everyone but themselves: they think everyone can just decide instantly what to do and run with it and somehow come out okay. If this is you, I need you to imagine me making this face at you: 😐

3. a Snake?

We've kind of been over this in the reverse section above, but up there we went over why a Snake might confuse themselves for a Lion. This time let's assume you're a Lion thinking you might be a Snake.

I feel like Lions have a pretty solid sense of self in general, so let's go over why they might not recognize themselves, and think they have to be the other Improvisational secondary.

Maybe they have a Snake model that they use to further their Lion. Like Harry, they might get themself out of tight spots with Snake when they need to, but they'd rather be charging.

Maybe they think they're disqualified from being a Lion. Maybe they've had to give up on or change some of their goals because of physical or mental health, and thought of it as a personal failure that a Lion wouldn't fall into. First of all, that's bullshit; and second, it's not about what you're able to do. It's what you want to do, what makes you feel safe, what you're comfortable doing.

Maybe they're okay with lying in certain circumstances and they think that's a Snake exclusive thing. It... really isn't. Also, that almost has more to do with your primary. I know this isn't you, anon, because you said, but it bears repeating for everyone else: don't define Snakes by deceit and manipulation. There's a lot more to it than that.

Maybe they're Burned, and they just use random tactics--whatever works--and think that's what being a Snake is. But Snakes enjoy doing their fun dance where they pick the lock on the universe and other people. Burned secondaries are just exhausted.

Of course, if you *are* Burned, that doesn't automatically make you a Lion--but you might think about whether you're biased toward Snake because Snake's shifting tactics look similar to the "whatever works, I guess..." of a Burned secondary.

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Okay! I think I've covered it. Yikes, this is a long post. I hope it's what you were after, anon; I know you've been waiting a while.

#sortinghatchats #snake secondary #slytherin secondary #lion secondary #gryffindor secondary #paint speaks #paint won't shut up #longpost #long post #very long post #there is no longpost tag on my shc blog because basically they're all long #but this one's a chonker #hufflepuff secondary #ravenclaw secondary

[zukosgay]

hi, I'd actually love to hear your wwdits hot takes, if you'd like to talk about them

ohhh booy, alright alright, here we go then.

let’s start with a little less controversial (unpopular?) opinion: i know in the show it’s all big talk about nandor and his fighting/army skills but i actually think the guy doesn’t know shit about one to one hand combat because 1. every time he tries to be badass he fails and 2. i think he was one of those army leaders that would send their guys out to do the carnage and he would reap the awards just by standing somewhere off to the side. he’s not good at it - he’s never been good at it. it’s why he was so reluctant to battle that werewolf in s1. all show and no tell. i’ve seen a few posts describing him as a retired badass and i would just like to say that to me he’s just retired. it’s like, badass? The guy who couldn’t rip a piece of plastic from a wall? That guy?? Nadja could probably beat him in a fight cuz he’d get performance anxiety cuz his entire shtick revolves around being this relentless soldier people write poems about

yeah, that’s p much all i got for non-controversial opinions. now onto the others

first off, i think this show should introduce a black character, and not just as an extra but as a kinda regular like simon the devious etc. it’s seriously lacking in that regard. also, i recently just found out that kayvan novak used to do blackface as “comedy” and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. am not a fan of that.

i think they didn’t really resolve guillermo’s slayer sl as neatly as they thought they did? i know it was a 2 episode deal but that whole slayer team had so much potential for it to never be talked about. i was really hoping that maybe the dude they left at the disco vamps would come back to bite them in the ass, or sth. i really liked claude (and shanice as well, honestly, tho i was kinda scared they would pair her with guillermo), i liked claude obviously admiring guillermo (gay mayhaps?) and i’m sad it just. ended. like that.

i didn’t like nadja’s development this season either, last season she had a bigger role with the whole gregor sl and her turning another vampire, but this season she was just... there, kinda. all her storylines were about her WITH laszlo, while laszlo got his own little runaway sl. and let’s be honest nadja’s character is a whole lot more interesting than her husband’s (no offense)

this ties into the fact that i didn’t really like laszlo all that much this season either? maybe the whole “u haven’t gone down on me in 200 years” comment soured the mood LMAO, but i think calling nadja and laszlo’s relationship a poly marriage would do it a disservice since nadja was obviously hurt about laszlo “cheating” on her in the witches’ episode, and laszlo saying “haha nandor let’s jerk each other off and tell no one about it” - the latter part being important here. also nadja banning him from their room. like, it would’ve been fine if nadja had gotten any good scenes this season, but she didn’t. it wasn’t eve brought up again.

the witch episode was also a little all over the place, altho it had some funny themes going for it. it felt a little like a “lookie how much sexual/outrageous humor we can put in our show! isn’t this original??” without resolving the sl in any concrete way.

and another thing: I felt a little cheapened at the “homosexual vampiric activity” this season. to me it felt like short moments of representation without any real consequences to the story - and i also didn’t like that they included laszlo jerking off his own damn ghost in that. yes, all their vampires are pansexual, as they’ve said, but how come laszlo seems to be the only one who gets to express that? where’s my gfs for nadja??? (i also missed jenna, rip)

it also doesn’t sit well with me that the main source of representation we got was “hypersexual husband in a relationship with a woman who occasionally has sex with dudes”. like, that isn’t a bad thing, per se, i’d just like a little bit more ~flavor than that to my representation, you know? where’s our shy, romantic homosexual vampiric activity?? (which basically is just me saying: CONFIRM GUILLERMO AS GAY AND GIVE HIM A BOYFRIEND. OR A DATE. A FLING. FOR ONE EPISODE. just.... anything, please.) i get why they’re reluctant to make nandermo canon, but i lit rally don’t care if they keep them just subtext if they give us just one (1) guy that fawns over guillermo, cuz he deserves it ((((i really liked him and claude in those two episodes)))). 

i deserve little a wlw and romantic gay rep next season. as a treat.

also, i don’t mind them dragging guillermo’s secret out till the last minute, but i would’ve preferred for them to kick-start the plot a little more. and with that i mean guillermo being turned into a vampire is inevitable and idk if the writers are just scared of their comedy formula forming? but just THINK of the comedic potential vamp guillermo could have. the blade references. guillermo’s lineage making it so he keeps accidentally almost staking himself. guillermo injuring himself mildly and the vamps freak out cuz they possess -10 brain cells between them and think he’s dying RIGHT NOW, IMMEDIATELY, DO SOMETHING NANDOR. and nandor tries to turn guillermo but it just... doesn’t work during the first few tries cuz guillermo’s van helsing blood is just like “you know what? Nope. Not happening. Not on MY watch, young man” (please, please, let nandor be self-conscious if he’s infertile. let them go to the equivalent of a vampire pregnancy clinic. i’m still in love with that idea.) again, guillermo being turned into a vampire after he’s spent a decade pining over it and has just now come to the realization that he’d much rather be a vampire slayer or some kinda businessman? tasty.

((i also didn’t really like nadja’s wig this season D: or like, i’m assuming it was a wig looking at season 1 with her natural brown hair. i just miss that :’())

oh gosh these points really make it seem like i HATED the season, i didn’t, i thought it was hilarious (the humor was more character-based and less general ‘vamp humor’ like in s1, which i liked), it got me thru quarantine and for that i’m both grateful and scared how i’ll handle the hiatus. i just had some #thots and since like 5 separate people told me they’d be interested to hear about my hot takes...  🤷🏻‍♀️💅🏻

#this isn't proof read or anything #we die due to grammatical errors like MEN #Anonymous

[smileyoongle]

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Requested by @uwunamjoon a long long time ago. I'm so sorry, love. I was just planning out the entire plot and I think it's finally ready. Here goes the first chapter!

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

chαptєr σnє: Cold and Warm

Character count: 9089

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Dead. Devoid of life.

The complete description of how Kim Namjoon felt. People thought that he was absolutely happy with his life because he loved what he did. Because his face showed no remorse whenever his hands stretched forward to strangle someone.

But none of it was true. No one ever saw the way his hands shook after taking the life of a person. Innocent or guilty. No one ever knew how much he hated himself for all the times he pulled the trigger. And the sad truth was, no one wanted to know either. The image of Kim Namjoon was already painted in the minds of all the people. He was cold and ruthless. No further arguments.

The rain poured down harshly, the droplets hitting the windshield of Namjoon's car as if they were made of stones. Another emergency meeting at a very ungodly hour but he was used to it. He was used to being sleep deprived due to all the dangerous matters he had to look into. His head would ache for hours but Namjoon was used to that too. The headlights of his car barely illuminated the road ahead and the light from the street lamps didn't help much either.

A sense of uneasiness washed over Namjoon but the rain kept him calm. It was his favourite sound in the world. It helped in keeping away all the dark thoughts in his head and made him feel sane. A low 'ping' echoed through the car as Namjoon's phone lit up on the passenger seat. He frowned and glanced at the screen, sighing in annoyance on seeing the name of one of his gang members, Yoongi.

'Where are you? The situation is a little too complicated so you need to hurry.'

Namjoon could almost hear Yoongi's voice and he really didn't want that. He didn't hate Yoongi or anything, in fact, Yoongi meant a lot to him. Almost like a brother. Yoongi had been the only one who tried to understand how hard Namjoon's job was. While everyone else depended too much on their leader for everything, Yoongi always tried to lessen the burden. Namjoon was grateful for that.

With a shake of his head, Namjoon grabbed the phone and unlocked it, typing in a reply while driving with the other hand. For some reason, the 'send' button wasn't working. Namjoon pressed it multiple times but nothing happened and he almost screamed in frustration. He needed a new phone.

Too busy with his messaging issues, Namjoon didn't notice the hooded figure on the road ahead. He looked up just in time to turn the car around with a sudden jerk, not wanting to kill an innocent person. The car came to a halt and Namjoon breathed heavily, squinting to focus on the person who was now frozen in the middle of the road. It was 3AM. Too late for someone to be roaming around in this area.

Getting out of the car, Namjoon could feel the anger rising in him. He was ready to let it all out on this stranger who had so carelessly ran in front of his car. The rain was still heavy and Namjoon was already drenched but he didn't care, he had other important things to deal with.

On reaching the middle of the road, Namjoon saw the person hiding their face behind their hands, as if holding a shield in front of them. Namjoon pursed his lips and pulled the stranger's hands down, tugging harder on feeling the resistance.

An inaudible gasp escaped his mouth. A girl with bruises and cuts littered across her face, stood in front of him.

Beautiful but broken.

Your eyes were red and puffy, as if you'd been crying for too long. Your lip was busted and blood stained your chin, being barely visible as the water cascaded down your face. Your head was covered by a black hoodie which was now dripping with water. A small black bag hung on your back, it's straps tightly wrapped around your shoulders.

Namjoon's heart did a weird thing which made him frown. Realising that he was still holding your wrist, he pulled away and cleared his throat.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, watching as your eyes glanced everywhere but him.

You wanted to leave.

Namjoon guessed.

"I.. I'm sorry but I really need to go." You said, looking behind you at the dark footpath from where you came. Namjoon followed your gaze but saw no one. He looked at you just as you began to run away. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards him, making you gasp.

"Is there a problem, miss?" He asked, holding your hand firmly when you started to pull away. Your breathing was becoming ragged and your eyes portrayed panic. This made Namjoon worried.

But why?

He didn't even know you.

Your lips were quivering as you tried to get out of Namjoon's hold, constantly looking behind you. "Look Mr, I have to go before he finds me. He c-can't find me!" You cried over the sound of rain, the desperation in your voice growing with every word.

Your sobs made Namjoon's heart grow weaker. It was like they were pleading to him. Pleading to save you from whatever made you afraid. Pleading to just take you with him and hide you from the entire world. Maybe for once in his life he could do something good. Maybe this one good thing would redeem him.

"Let me help you."

The words caught you by surprise. A stranger wanted to help you and he didn't even know what was going on. But it warmed your heart to think someone wanted to help you. Someone didn't want you to go through this alone. For once, you didn't have to fight all by yourself.

"You can't. My father.... he's... he's a dangerous man. He has been hurting me for years and he won't let anyone take that away from him." You explained, feeling his hold on you become loose. Namjoon's blood boiled on hearing your words. He was disgusted by the way your father treated you. Now it was obvious that the cuts and bruises on your skin were all done by your father.

Before anyone could say anything, the sound of splashing of water was heard from the direction where you had been keeping watch. Your eyes widened and Namjoon noticed your concern. He immediately pushed you behind him, taking you by surprise as an old man emerged from the dark streets and onto the road. You clutched Namjoon's shirt tightly, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. You were now shivering, the aftermath of the rain, of course, but more due to the monster in front of you.

Namjoon was expecting a ragged looking man to be your father and not the man who was stood in front of him. He recognised this person. Your father was a drug dealer who annoyed Namjoon to no extent. More the reason to hurt him. Whereas you, you frowned on seeing the fear across your father's features. The man who had never shown mercy to you was scared. Of who?

Probably the man who was protecting you. You looked at the back of Namjoon's head, wondering who he was. Was he someone you should be afraid of?

"M-Mr Kim! What are you doing here?" Your father asked with a nervous smile which made Namjoon more angry. The nerve on this man.

"Could ask you the same thing...Mr C." Namjoon replied, emphasizing on the street name that the drug dealer went by. Mr C. C as in candy, because candies make you feel high too. Namjoon remembered laughing at the name, thinking how dumb it was.

Your lips parted as you observed the exchange between your father and your knight. You were quite surprised on hearing the name that your father used for his illegal businesses. It gave you a suspicious feeling. Who was this person?

"Just looking for my- Oh there she is! Darling, I'm sorry for lashing out on you. Let's go home and talk it out, okay?"

You whimpered and shook your head furiously. You were never going to go back to that hell hole. And Namjoon didn't want you gone either. He understood all of your pain.

"She doesn't want to go with you." Namjoon stated, his hands tugging at the metal beneath his shirt.

"So why don't I just end you here?"

You gasped and pulled back on seeing the gun in his hand. Surprised again. Your father gulped and took a step back, looking at you with pleading eyes. But you were too shocked to move so you stood still until you heard a click. And in the blink of an eye, you were infront of the gun, protecting your father. Why? Because your father wasn't always a monster. He was a sweet man who loved you until he started loving the drug world more. That's where you lost him.

"Pl-please don't kill him. He's my...my father, no matter what he did to me." You begged, clasping your hands in front of you.

Namjoon was confused. Why would you want to save someone who wasn't worth it? But that's what made you different from him. You thought your father deserved to live. You were nothing but goodness and purity.

After moments of hesitation, the gun was finally put down. The rain came to a stop too. The events of the night were making you dizzy but you tried to keep calm. You saw Namjoon approaching your father and you swallowed thickly. He grabbed your father's collar and landed a punch to his face, making him fall back onto the concrete. You yelped and placed a hand on your mouth, biting the back of it.

"I won't kill you. Only because she doesn't want me to. But if I see you anywhere near her again, I won't hesitate." Namjoon threatened, gritting his teeth and holding himself back from absolutely destroying the man in front of him.

Your heart was warm and you felt alright. Someone cared about what you wanted. Because as far as you assumed, this man was dangerous and he could kill your father without any guilt. But he didn't. Because you didn't want him to.

You watched in sorrow as your father scurried away, not once looking back at you. A sense of relief washed over you when you realized that you were now free. No one was gonna hurt you. All the scars would finally heal and fade away. "Thank you." You mumbled, turning to face your saviour. It was weird. You should have been running for the hills by now.

You took in the appearance of the handsome man before you. He looked like a God.

He nodded at you in return. "Kim Namjoon." He stretched his hand towards you and smiled softly.

He didn't want you to leave. He wanted to know everything you've been through. He wanted to fix you and give you all the things you deserved. He needed warmth in his cold life and he found it in you. You had to stay. He was gonna make sure you do.

With the sweetest smile you could muster, you placed your hand in his.

"Y/N Y/L/N"

So.... taglist anyone?

- XX

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[groovyzombiellama]

You Are My World

Title: You Are My World

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are a plus size girl and you are dating Dacre Montgomery, and when you start feeling insecure, he assures you that you’re the one he loves more than anything.

Word count: 1022

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You were always conscious of your looks and you have never tried to impose your feelings on anyone, nor make them feel bad for you. You never wanted that, but however, that only prompted you to close your heart even more and build a wall around yourself. Nobody could break it, and nobody really tried, that was until you started working behind the scenes as the set directors assistant on Stranger Things. There you met Dacre Montgomery, the man who was soon going to break down all your walls and make you realize how beautiful you really are. When you met him, it didn't really take long for you to fall for his dashing smile, and his gorgeous eyes. But following your introvert mentality, you would start thinking that there was no possible chance of Dacre ever noticing you. You figured that even if you were working closer to him, the highest he'd think of you is a friend bar, and nothing more than that. So you tried to put your feelings to the side, and focus on your work. You and a few other employees were getting a scene ready, following the directors orders when Dacre first noticed you.

Up until now, you were always hidden in some remote corner of the set, eyeing everything to make sure it was in the right place and nothing was missing or wrong. And of course you were eyeing Dacre a bit. But that day was the first time he had the opportunity to spend quite some time looking at you. The determination in your eyes and the ocasional smile you'd send your co-worker's way, it had him staring at you in complete admiration. And he couldn't help but smile at the dark red blush that overpowered your cheeks when you finally noticed him. There was something about you, something he couldn't really put into words, but he knew that he would be missing out big time if he didn't meet you. And when he finally approached you during a lunch break on set, while you sat on one of the crates containing items for the next scene, slowly munching on a protein bar, a bit embarrassed to be chowing down on something more significant, regardless of how much your stomach growled, the first thing you heard him do was click his tongue. You furrowed your brows at first, turning towards him, when you realised he was gesturing to your protein bar.

"There's no reason for you to still be hungry after lunch and have to work again after that, if not more than before. Don't look at the other people around you, in the end its gonna be you who will be doing the heavy lifting to make sure your job is done properly. Stop doing yourself harm and eat."

He finished handing you one of the sandwiches he picked up from the catering table, taking another bite of his own. After that first meeting, the two of you started hanging out more and more, and Dacre finally realize it was that big, amazing heart of yours that was filled with love that drew him to you. You felt really good in his company, not having to worry about judgement or him looking down in you, and every single day you spent together, the two of you grew closer and closer, and you didn't even think before accepting when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn't have to think about it. The guy you were in love with just told you he loved you back, there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to be with him.

At first, the two of you dated in secret, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention towards yourselves. You just wanted to enjoy your relationship. And unbeknownst to you, it was also Dacre's attempt to make sure you didn't start being down on yourself again and ask him all the questions he knows all too well that you'd ask. Some of Dacre's fans speculated that the two of you were together, but nobody really had any concrete evidence to support their claims. And then a group of fans spotted you as you were sitting in a restaurant, across from each other, smiling and laughing as you chatted, with a bright glimmer in your eyes. People would probably even think it was just a friendly dinner between two friends, following your cameo in the show, but as soon as Dacre placed one of his hands on top of yours, taking it, to place a delicate kiss on your knuckles, the cat was out of the bag as the group of fans started snapping photos.

The moment that removed all doubt about the relationship was when you were getting up from the table, after paying, and Dacre placed one lock of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek, before leaning in to give you a peck on the lips. That's when people started looking for all your social media, and the moment to be overwhelmed has arrived. Upon arriving back to your home, convincing Dacre to go his way and you would take a cab, you were bombarded with messages from his fans, some good and some not so much. As you started reading through them, all your old insecurities came rushing to the surface, and your heart started beating fast, as tears blurred your vision. Was your appearance such a deciding factor on weather you should date Dacre for so many people. The response to your relationship were actually positive in majority, but this negative comments stood out to you so much, that you barely even saw people who were happy for you. Walking over to your mirror, you scrolled through the comments as you checked yourself out. That little voice in your head was back. It was once again telling you that you were worth nothing, that Dacre doesn't really love you, and is with you out of pity instead, that nobody can ever love you, because you don't deserve it.

Suddenly, a knock on your door took you out of the trance you were in. Who would be knocking at this hour?

"Come on, Y/N, let me in, please. Don't listen to the haters, just talk to me."

You started to walk towards the door and with a shaky hand pondered weather to open the door to your loving boyfriend or not. He wasn't giving up, so you decided to take a deep breath and open. As soon as you did, Dacre engulfed you in his arms, not even bothering to close the door behind him at first. But after you spent several minuted sobbing into his shirt, he cupped your face, after slamming the door closed with his foot, and placed a loving kiss on the tip of your nose. Every time he did that, you would smile, and even though you were fighting it now, you still couldn't hide your lips curving upwards.

"Look at me gorgeous. You are my world, no matter what anyone says. Do you really think I'm the type of person to be with you out of pity? You can't let our relationship change just because some people don't see us fit to be together. I asked you to be my girlfriend, not "any other girl that I could have". I asked you, and you know why? Because I love you, so freaking much, from head to toe. Please believe me when I tell you that you're my kind of perfect, and that I want to spend forever with you, just the way you are."

He followed it up with informing you that you should change yourself only if you truly wanted to, not because of him, or anyone else. His words brought tears to your eyes, but this time, they were happy tears, and you were so glad to have his in your life, because you wanted to spend forever with him too. And it hit you that after almost a year of dating, he told you that he lived you for the first time. You both agreed to say it when you feel it the most in a certain moment, and he said it now, when you needed to hear it more than ever.

"Im so lucky to have you, thank you. I love you too baby, so much."

"Im the lucky one darling. Now how about we cuddle a bit on the sofa before going to bed, from now on, I can proudly tell the world you're mine."

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I hope you liked it anon <3 let me know <3 thanks for requesting a plus size imagine, it got my own feels out during writing <3

Also, guys, I found a new obsession for myself, in the form of Diego Tinoco / César Diaz 😍😍 so expect some of him in the future too 🤟❤️

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[usagi-chan95]

So a few days ago I was on TV tropic looking up a few shows I like and of course I'm a huge Umineko Fan so I looked up the character and everybody who knows me just a little bit now I said I ship this one character with Black Hat. So why not list all hee traits that he would probably like about her. In the end I think the two would get along with each other.

Affably Evil: She is completely indifferent towards the suffering of everybody else, but she sure is polite.

All-Powerful Bystander: She has more than enough power to solve any problem in the setting or destroy everything in the blink of an eye if she wanted to. Fortunately, Featherine prefers to remain a spectator for the most part while she lets Bernkastel cause all the trouble she wants. The one time she does intervene in the plot during her "fight" with Lambdadelta we see that everything would have been lost with Featherine as an active enemy.

Always Someone Better: Bernkastel is regarded as the strongest Witch, but even she knows not to get on Featherine's bad side. Even Lambdadelta, who was more than holding her own against Bernkastel earlier, is terrified at the thought of having Featherine as an opponent. It makes sense when you realize Featherine is not just a Witch, but a Creator as well. She may just be a Witch in name only.

Ambiguously Evil: Both Bern and Lambda describe her as extremely nasty, and indeed she doesn't think much of humans, but she doesn't really have any Kick the Dog moments, and in the end she gives up on publicly revealing the contents of Eva's diary, thus preserving the catbox as Battler and Beato wished.

Curb-Stomp Battle: Delivers one to Lambdadelta in Episode 8. Special mention to the fact that Featherine didn't even have fight at all; she simply wrote down "I utterly defeated Lambdadelta and sliced her into pieces". And then poof, Lambda is completely dismembered.

The Dreaded: Anyone that can inspire genuine fear from Lambdadelta and even Bernkastel is definitely not to be trifled with.

Evil Mentor: Implied to have been Bernkastel's in the ???? of EP6.

The Fog of Ages: She has lived for so long that she needs a special horseshoe-shaped device around her head to keep her memories and avoid insanity.

God Is Evil: Averted, though just barely. She's not so much evil as she is uncaring of how she achieves her goals... though given the things she does do in the story (and apparently before it), you'd be forgiven for thinking it was played straight.

Greater-Scope Villain: Featherine is said to be a Witch thousands of times more powerful and evil than Bernkastel could ever be, but she never becomes a direct villain to the story and remains a bystander for the most part. However, she is indirectly responsible for all the problems from EP7 afterwards as she was the one who gave Bernkastel the power to keep messing with the game board because she wanted Bernkastel to rip the game apart for her and give her the answers to the mystery.

Insult Backfire: When Lambda pulls a You Monster! on her, she takes it as a compliment, which really makes you wonder what amount of chaos she caused in her distant past. It's fully possible that, being Bernkastel's mentor, she possess a trolling capacity far surpassing her miko Bern's... and considering Bern is the most malicious character in the story, that is a scary thought.

It Amused Me: The main reason she doesn't fit into God Is Evil instead. Physical Godliness and lack of a Freudian Excuse notwithstanding, she's still a Witch at heart and will do whatever it takes to keep herself entertained.

Lack of Empathy: Definitely, but better off than Bernkastel at least. Like any other Witch, Featherine sees human lives as nothing but means of entertainment, but she can show her respect to her opponents when it's due and at least now, doesn't seek to actively make others miserable for amusement's sake.

Manipulative Bitch: In the past, she's used Bernkastel as her monkey wrench to unlock the mysteries of worlds and game boards alike, whether Bern wanted to do it or not. Worse yet, Bern was aware she was being used but couldn't do anything about it because Featherine was just that good. This does in fact happen in the story, where she makes Bern the Game Master to crack the mystery of Rokkenjima when the rest of the cast loses interest in it, using Bern's desire for revenge against the family as her motivation.

Offstage Villainy: Bernkastel, the cruelest example of a witch so far seen, finds her a hundred times more horrific than she could ever be. The evidence is suggested at, but never concretely shown. Within the series, Featherine never does anything nearly as horrible as the other witches. Of course, Bernkastel is no doubt very biased, seeing as how she came into existence because of Featherine's callousness and indifference. She probably has room to exaggerate.

The Older Immortal: By far the oldest witch in the series.

The Omnipotent: Without a doubt, the most powerful character in the setting. She's perfectly capable of pausing the plot when she wants a scene to play out a different way.

Outside-Context Problem: Needless to say Featherine is in a whole other league compared to the other witches Battler deals with in the story, which is really saying something. A single wave of her hand to make Bernkastel the Game Master is all she needed to do turn Battler's happy ending into a non-ending.

Physical God: One of the Creators described in Episode 4's TIPS.

The definitive example is that she's ultimately the one responsible for bringing Bernkastel as we know herinto existence. It's heavily implied that she was the one who abandoned Bern as a piece in the Unwinnable game (that she ended up winning anyway), and while it's never explained how she pieced together/recruited all the physically and emotionally destroyed Rika Furudes, it's made clear in the narration that Featherine was the one who taught what would eventually become her miko and the Cruelest Witch. And why? Because she was bored and wanted someone to help stave off future boredom.It's not so much that she meant harm by creating Bern, more that she doesn't care as long as she is entertained.

If you want a more "literal" example, she can use her power to rewrite the script of reality itself and have people do as she dictates. And you would never even know she's doing it.

Really 700 Years Old: She is said to be older than Bernkastel and Lambdadelta, both who are said to be centuries old. By the way it's alluded, Featherine might as well be a Time Abyss.

Retired Monster: Given what Bernkastel and Lambadelta say about (and to) her, this is heavily implied. Featherine herself personally thinks she's much worse.

Rewriting Reality: Her power as a Witch/Creator and as an Author Avatar. Featherine can literally rewrite the script of reality itself to make events go as however she likes. She doesn't even need to write how things go, she only needs to write the result.

Story-Breaker Power:

Literally. When Lambdadelta tries to attack her with magic, Featherine just says that she doesn't like the development of the story, stops time and begins editing the script of the story herself. Not willing to write a fight scene at the moment, she starts from the end of the fight where she dictates Lambdadelta was smashed into a bookshelf and had all her limbs severed. She doesn't even think about how she accomplished such a brutal attack, deciding to "figure it out later". When Featherine starts time again, Lambdadelta ends up just as she wrote, with "what the fuck just happened" being her last conscious thoughts before dying.

She couldn't comprehend the 'something' that Featherine had killed her with. However, that was only natural. After all, Featherine herself hadn't decided what the 'something' was. However, Lambdadelta did understand one thing. She was already dead.

You Cannot Grasp the True Form: The memory device around her head also preserves her form. At one point in the past it got damaged, abruptly changing her personality and appearance. Her witch power also allows her to weaponize this. Refer to the spoiler in Story-Breaker Power above.

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