#I'm going to go listen to the soundtrack while I study now

[halloweentual]

who's lila for me was truly such an experience that didn't last long but ever since i've been like and you want me to just move on from all that??? huh???

#as in like. the game is perfect the length it is but my brain can't let it go and the fandom isn't super active so i have nothing to do with #that craving for more #also now i listen to the soundtrack a lot while studying and i'm kinda torturing myself ngl dgsnxgdnhx #me@me: shut up #who's lila

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Part three

Lonely!Fem!Reader x Lonely!Remus

"The fuck did you just ask her?"

You glance nervously at James, and James shakes his head, unsure how to help as Remus steps in front of you. Sirius continues to speak, "I swear to merlin, if you ever think about asking her out again before you pull your head out of your arse and stop using girls for your own personal amusement-" Remus places a hand on Sirius' shoulder and gently pulls him away, clearly angry. "Dont touch her, don't talk to her, or we'll find you, and we will make your life miserable" Remus threatens quietly. Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns away, the other three boys following after you two.

Remus wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you subtly out from under Peters arm as James laughs, pulling Sirius into a headlock as they walk, which Sirius wrestles out of easily.

"Merlin Pads, I don't think I've ever seen you so defensive since I told you I might fancy Reg" James teases, and Sirius rolls his eyes, cringing, "that's my baby brother, Prongs, I'm still not over it" he quips.

"Thank you, Sirius, I know we aren't that close-" you begin, and Sirius waves off your words easily. "Don't be ridiculous, you were there for Remus. You also told me to get my head out of my arse, and managed to make me listen" Sirius jokes. "You're family now" he tells you, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. James, Peter, and Remus share a look, surprised by his sudden acceptance. "Besides, you remind me of Pete's little sister" he hums, and everything clicks into place.

You smile softly, "little sister?" You ask, and Peter pulls a picture out of his notebook, handing it over. It's a picture of him, clearly from this summer, with a young girl. She also has y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, but she still looks so unlike you. "She likes the rain as well, and we can never get her to put down her books, and she hates puzzles but never gives up once she's started" Peter informs you, clearly spotting the slight confusion on your face as you all walk.

You begin to understand, "I see, she's very cute, how old is she?" He grins, taking the photo back. "She's five tomorrow, I'm going to see her and my family at Hogsmeade" he tells you.

You talk of his family for a while more before the both of you are dragged into seperate conversations, Peter with James and Sirius, and you with Remus, mostly about your plans for the Christmas holidays coming up. You don't have any.

☕︎︎

You'd left Remus alone for two hours, an hour and forty minutes at most, and he managed to land himself, Lucius Malfoy, and Corey in the infirmary. You walk in, clearly fustrated, and make your way over to Remus.

"For merlins sake, Remus, I ask you to keep yourself out of trouble while I study for our N.E.W.Ts, and you end up in the hospital wing! What part of 'out of trouble' did you have difficulty understanding, exactly?" You scold, and Remus flashes you a guilty smile. "He was talking about you, they both were, I wasn't gonna let anyone talk about my friend like that" he admits softly, his uninjured arm reaching up to scratch under his eye lightly.

You sigh heavily, "This is the second time today we've been to the hospital wing" you state, still slightly annoyed. "Both times because of me, and I won't stand for it, I can take perfectly good care of myself, and I couldn't give less of a care about what mindless fools say about me" you tell Remus, crossing your arms as you sit beside him.

"Next time you end up here because you got into a fight before exams, I will continue studying, I hope you know that" you hum, and Remus laughs, tossing his uninjured arm around your shoulders. "I do, thanks for checking up on me, even if it was only to tell me off" he jokes. "But y'know what prongs says, 'only the great die young', right?" he teases quietly, and you roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, did you win at least?" you joke, and he nods proudly. Dork.

You help him up gently and he follows you to the library after you both thank Pomfret, who sends a distracted smile to Remus as you leave, muttering out a hurried "no more fights, Remus" warningly under her breath.

☕︎︎

Mock exams, of course it has to be the day where you're busy with practice exams that Lilly Evans bumps into you, crying her eyes out. Thankfully, you both had the Charms exam next, it was a simple timed essay, with no talking, and no cheating - obviously - but when Flitwicke saw Lilly's tear-stained cheeks, he didnt say anything about the way you reached forward to hold lilys hand as she sat at the desk in front of you.

You could feel James' eyes on you both as he sends worried glances at the girl of his dreams, trying to catch your eye to ask silently about the pretty redhead.

The moment Flitwicke dismisses everyone, James is on his way over as Lilly speaks lowly to you.

"Thank you for being so kind, I know we aren't exactly close" Lilly mumbles, wiping her her face with her long sleeves as you dig through your bag, finally finding the face wipes you have and handing them to her gently. "No, of course, you're Remus' friend" you smile softly.

She takes the wipes greatfully as James stops at her side, his hands gently tipping up her head to make her face him, "what happened Lils? Is everything okay?" He murmurs softly, his hazel eyes searching over her for any sign of injury. Lilly hiccups, "my cat died" she sniffles, and sympathy strikes at you as your hands immediately wrap around her, hugging her lightly, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"I'm sorry, Lilly, I know how awful that is" you hum, and James relaxes, gently brushing Lilly's red hair back from her face as he gently takes the wipe from her hand, cleaning her tears without smudging her eye makeup. Regulus stops by, frowning softly as he takes in Lilly, "are you alright, Evans?" He asks quietly, and Lilly nods, repeating her heartache. Regulus' eyes fill with a soft sympathy and he nods slowly.

"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that" he murmurs, smiling sadly at James and hesitating before nodding at you and continuing onwards. You watch him for a moment, the threes dynamic slowly fitting into place in your mind. Curiosity and slight amusement fill you as you wonder about how the next stages in their relationships will work out, if they'll end up together or not.

"Are you coming, y/n?" James hums, and it yanks you back to reality. You nod, hurrying after the two, wrapping your arm around Lillys shoulders as you walk, James' hand gently rubbing up and down her back as she sniffles softly, explaining her cat and how wonderful he was.

☕︎︎

You practically sprint to the room of requirement after dinner. Things have been rushing so quickly and the days seemed so much shorter, and you felt so thrown off.

I need a place where everything is slower.

The door appears and you make your way in, immediately heading right towards the very back of the huge room, a library, tearoom, music room, and living room all combined into one. The grand piano is tucked away between two of the large bookshelves, and a few small tables littered with kettles, and sugar, and cream, and cups with saucers are hidden few and far between the shelves as well. You reach the back of the room and fall onto one of the couches, a few chairs and couches all huddle around the large fireplace, the soft, antique, red persian rug laid across the floor, warmed by the fires heat.

You sit up and look towards the small rack in the corner of the room, mostly hidden away, with changes of clothes. You make your way towards it and look through the items, deciding to change from your uniform into comfortable leggings and a large sweater, kicking off your shoes before browsing the shelve of candles. One peculiar one catches your attention.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅

You hum and gently take it from the shelf, lighting it before you slip a book from the shelf and settle into one of the armchairs, curling up by the fire as you allow the tension in your shoulders to slowly lessen, until you've practically melted into the chair.

You're halfway through the book and the candle when you hear the door open, a soft voice calling for you from the entrance. "Y/n? Are you in here?" James sounds exhausted, and a shuffle of footsteps make you lift your head, "back here, James" you call quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace as the sunset shines through the windows, the golden light highlighting the small dust specks in the air as the fire sends a darker light around the couches, warmth blooming through your bones as you stretch for the first time in hours.

Remus and James round the bookshelf and pause, "it's so weird seeing the sunset at one in the morning" James mumbles sleepily, wearing his pajamas. Remus gazes softly around the room. "It's nice" Remus murmurs, moving over to lean on the back of your armchair, gently slipping his fingers through your hair soothingly. "You're so tense" he hums and James watches Remus, clearly judging, "liar" James huffs, collapsing onto the couch and tugging a blanket over him.

"Classes are canceled, started storming, a few classrooms in the dungeons are flooded and there isn't enough room for the potions students anywhere else, not for them to study safely, said there was a ghoul in the abandoned corridor" James mutters, closing his eyes as he tosses his glasses onto the coffee table.

Remus gently combs his fingers through your hair, his thumbs gently slipping down the back of your neck. "You alright dove? You been hiding away since dinner, I was worried" he hums, and you nod, quietly admitting how things have seemed lately. Rushed, busy, and torn to bits, sometimes you felt unsure of what day it was.

By the time the sun sets in the room, Sirius and Peter have joined you, brining along Lilly who easily slips into a comfortable chair with her book, and a cup of tea.

The room is now lit by oil lamps like the ones in your grandparents home, and the letter Sirius said came for you when he dropped onto the floor by the fireplace is now beside james' glasses as he sleeps peacefully, occasionally sniffling in his sleep.

You finish your book, eyes filled with tears, and you meet Remus' eyes hesitantly. He moves smoothly, settling in beside you and allowing you to babble on about the book as you cry quietly, Lilly, the person who recommended it to you, sends you an apologetic smile as you flip her off half-heartedly.

You easily relax against Remus' chest, and something feels hauntingly familiar.

He smells like chocolate, and cranberries, and sandalwood. He smells exactly like the candle that had made you relax the most as you did what all candle lovers do; sniff them until you find one that provides you with the perfect type of calm you want.

You were sure, if the room of requirement could talk, it would be cackling at the way your stomach dropped at the realization. You're starting to feel things a friend shouldn't feel for a friend, and the thought of losing Remus makes you curl closer to him, which doesn't help your racing heart.

There's no winning, you suppose. But at least you can see the stars, and at least you aren't quite so lonely anymore.

#marauders #james being james #marauder x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #lily evans #sleepy james potter #sorry its so late #thank you #hope you enjoy #Spotify

[jjkeverlast]

mr. and mrs. kim | knj

-> pairing assassin!namjoon x assassin!f. reader

-> genre action & smut — ft. mr. and mrs. smith AU

-> summary you’ve never wished to find out your husband is an assassin by learning he’s your next target; the same goes for him. or that one scene from mr. and mrs. smith 👀

-> word count 4.6k

-> warnings swearing, violence, use of guns, description of bruises, blood, namjoon calls reader sweetheart, fist fight on both parts, explicit description of pain, daddy kink used in a jokingly matter, lots of breaking each other as much as possible, they’re madly in love.

-> for the smut warnings no protection, biting, slight handjob? dirtytalk (more like lovetalk lmfao), rough and sensual smut!

-> author's note yes, i saw that one scene in mr. and mrs. smith and pictured joon instead of brad pitt. but i mean, i'm not even mad about it 👀 i recommend listening to express yourself in the fight scene and lay, lady lay at the smut for a better effect!! (both songs are from the soundtrack of the film) i do not own mr. and mrs. smith and this is just for funsies!! all credit goes to that film for the original plot <3 and i should quickly note that this is my first attempt at writing action so please be gentle with me. it’s pure practice for my writing skills so take it with ease if it’s not perfect. thank you. 🫶🏽

You knew he was on his way. It’s no lie that the secret was out regarding the both of you. Being married to an assassin while being one yourself had its consequences. Consequences being he’s actually a target and you for him. So it’ll be a game of cat and mouse when Namjoon walks in, most likely not aware that you’re strapped to two shotguns and waiting by the stairs, ready to kill. 

It’s your job, you have to remind yourself. Namjoon is and will always be the love of your life, but it’s important for your agency that he’s gone. He’s a threat and threats get in the way — hence why you’re so committed to doing this. 

Your colleagues tried to talk you out of it, saying they’d do it for you. But you knew your husband, his speed and his steps that could be recognized from miles away. It’s easy peasy for you and not likely for them. With enough persuasion from your side, they let it go and assigned you to kill your husband, Kim Namjoon. 

It’s gone quiet in the house, the leaves from the outside trees hugging it being the only sound heard. The anticipation is driving you mad. You just need to get this over with and with no luck on your side, you’re dressed in the black dress from dinner. The dinner reservation in which Namjoon had for the both of you. Later you danced tango like you were the only two on the dancefloor. To be 100% honest here, you’d kill each other if the restaurant wasn’t as packed. He knew, you knew and you could barely hold it within yourselves. There was some teasing. Namjoon had studied your back and butt only to look for your pocket knife which was strapped to your thigh. The same went for you, twirling yourself around, hands trailing down as you went and found his hidden gun — strapped to his shin, of course. He continuously whispered to you, hinting at what was bound to happen — your death, caused by him and his ridiculous gun.  

You were the smart one, whereas Namjoon was quick on his feet. It didn’t surprise him one bit when you fooled him into believing you’re affected by him holding himself to the job and walking away. When in reality it was a distraction and an easier way for you to get home, and kill him on sight as soon as he arrives. 

And now you’re here, waiting. 

The stairs were directed to the door. With a quick click he’d be gone and bleeding out by your front door and you would win. But that’s not exactly what happens… 

You’re both trained assassins, some would say professional. You’ve never backed away from a job and neither has Namjoon. Which explains why you’re both dedicated and won’t let the love you have for each other get in the way. 

Your eyes are quick to catch the corner of the picture frame, holding the wedding picture of you and Namjoon on your wedding day. This motherfucker. 

You pull the trigger, the bullet going through the wall which leads to the corridor. Wood breaks and you’ve now officially ruined your wall, but you could care less. The sound from the gunshots are bearable, you’ve heard worse and yet the hole expands in your wall as pieces of wood fly all over. Namjoon hasn’t said anything. You add a joking tone to the situation because this might be the last time you can joke with your husband. 

‘’You still alive baby?’’ Your grasp loosens on your gun, eyes peeking through the hole from afar, awaiting just anything from Namjoon. 

Noises erupt by the stairs, groans you’d say and a sudden noise of Namjoon seemingly dropping his gun to the floor. If he really thinks you’re buying that, he has to think again. 

He acts quicker than you, aiming his gun through the hole which goes straight to the wall behind you. You tumble down the stairs, your body aching by the fall as shots are still being pulled by Namjoon. Finally finding a decent posture, you shoot back but sadly miss. 

Namjoon walks around the staircase, so you rush downstairs to get another aim at him before he gets you first. With a deep sigh, you pull yourself from the wall, meeting him halfway as he repeatedly fires at you with his lame little gun, all while you slide across the floor. Knees scraping on the black wood, shooting with every bullet you have strapped on you. 

You both miss. Panting for relief as you reload. Pathetic. 

With a swift turn, Namjoon is out of sight. He’s disappeared inside the house again, thinking you’ll play hide and seek. Funny, really. You turn your head sideways, both handles of your gun pushing down on your thighs as you try and keep them up. 

It’s gone quiet again. You’ve lost sight of Namjoon and the score is about to hit one to zero until a clinky sound is heard in front of you. Bingo.  

You shoot straight for the wall, in hopes of it hitting Namjoon’s head like in those video games. He’s quick on his feet. Running in the other direction as you continue to fire through the wall with hopes bigger than Namjoon’s chest. 

It’s no succes. Your bullets haven’t even scraped Namjoon. He surprises you, by sliding across the floor, firing — his hopes just as big as yours to aim and hit. Only to land in the kitchen. 

You’re tired of going soft on him. He’s clearly not going soft on you. So you strut, firing as it blares across the room. Streaks of light pan across the dark kitchen. Namjoon shields himself with the fridges door as all beverages explode all over when your bullets shoot through it. 

You’re shooting with everything you have. Namjoon finally hides by the sink in aspiration of you having to reload so he can plan his next attack. Everything on the kitchen counter flies across the room, sounds meshing against each other creating a huge fuss which would highly wake the whole neighborhood. 

You don’t run out yet Namjoon throws a butcher knife right where you stand. With quick reflexes you manage to hide behind the wall, taking the time to breathe. 

‘’Your aim is just as bad as your cooking, sweetheart.’’ He’s caught onto your amusing tone, adding some himself. What a dick. 

You reload with no thoughts filling your head, ready to show him how good you aim. 

‘’And that says something!’’ He continues, shouting across the kitchen. Funny how he says that, yet he’s the one hiding while you’re standing. Idiot. 

You lead yourself by your gun, the bullets hitting everything that surrounds your now destroyed kitchen. You’re too late to notice the subbly tube pointing towards you as you fire directly onto it. A huge explosion breaks out and you jump to the corridor to save yourself. 

With a stump, you land flatly on your back. A grunt escapes your lips just as Namjoon comes out from the fire, attacking you with his left arm right in your stomach. 

You’re both out of guns, them sprawled out in the house or unloaded so now, you’ll have to fight like the old times. 

There’s a rule in the assassin world, if you’d ever call it that. Gender does not play a part when it comes to a fight. And you find it kind of comical that you’d be here, fighting your husband with nothing but fists. 

Namjoon is strong, his arms being bigger than both of your hands combined. With — what seems to be anger — he pulls you with him. Pushing you hard against the wall as he punches you right in the gut. You grunt out of pain, it becoming worse with each hit from Namjoon. 

But mama ain’t raised no bitch. So with whatever force you carry, you slide down the wall, Namjoon’s elbow forming a hole in it as he’s missed your face. 

You twirl around him, pushing his head up the wall with a hard knock. Namjoon lowly grunts as he pulls himself up again, catching up on you. You’re just in the hunt for a gun so he’ll be out in no time, although Namjoon loves to drag this one with a little play fighting. 

By the corridor, Namjoon swings his fist in the air, only for you to push him towards the bookcase, frames and vases snipping and biting at his skin. Glasses and ceramics break along, the high pitch noises covering the scene. 

The lamp in which Namjoon’s aunt gave you, survived the attack of Namjoon’s body dragging itself so you take it. Holding it up with two arms and dropping it on Namjoon only for him to cover his face with his arm. Fuck. 

You step back, Namjoon regaining strength and with a quick movement, he shoves you up the wall — not in the hot way — your body landing hard against the hardwood. With a scream out of pain from you, Namjoon still holds you by the collar of your dress. Almost as if you’re his dog and you’re going for a walk. Again, not in a hot way. It amazes you how hot a fighting scene can be. Easily this would be rough sex like the world is ending tomorrow, without guns. 

Namjoon continues to slam your body against anything that comes in sight. He wants your body sore so you’re easier to kill — oh right, killing. That’s what’s still going on. 

Namjoon effortlessly throws you over the dining table. Your body landing hard on a now, broken wooden chair. Fuck, this hurts a lot. But you’re not letting him win. 

He’s out of sight for now, but without the guns he’s not running away. Instead walking closely up behind. Your eyes scan whatever is in front of you. With sudden luck, a silver trophy in the corner waves a quick hello and you grab it, wrapping it in some remaining curtain. Most of the curtain is destroyed, not at all by you and your husband's competitiveness and determination. 

His steps reach you closer and his cocky voice speaks, another joke rolling off his tongue, ‘’Come to daddy.’’ You smirk at the nickname he’s given himself. Fucking bastard. 

You turn, Namjoon’s fist being in position to fight but you smack him across the face with the trophy. A loud clunk is heard when his cheek comes in contact with it and you smile in satisfaction. With the curtain you put it around his neck, only to headbutt him and send him flying with your foot to the glass cabinet. Ouch. That will surely leave a mark. The glass is sprawled out in small pieces all around Namjoon’s form. You never saw a day coming where you’re actually pleased with a sight of him beneath you.  

‘’Who’s your daddy now?’’ Perfect way to bite him at it. Now you have time enough to run for your shotgun, which lies where you left it. 

Behind you, you hear the glass clinking against each other and you’re guessing Namjoon is back on the run again. 

Just as your hands go to grab the hold of your gun, Namjoon kicks it further away. Landing precisely under the couch. You don’t hold back, moving towards it only for Namjoon to tackle you, landing right under you. 

You don’t even think twice before punching him with every force left in you. His face is already painted in blood, seeping from his forehead and cheek. He’s growing purple by the cheekbone. 

‘’Fuck–’’ He manages to throw in, your fist still landing firmly on his cheek. The blood spears from his cheek with each passing hit. Namjoon pushes you back, your bodies now rolling against some glass and chipped wood. He’s landed on top of you, his hands trying to choke you. His dimples are prominent, amused by the situation of you always ending beneath him. 

Your brows pinch towards one another. You manage to pull his tie, hard enough so he hits his head on the floor. Your arms wrap around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him all while your legs are wrapped around his waist. It’s not likely you’re using this position while fully clothed. But the surroundings and situation are different. 

You’ve secured yourself so tight around him, Namjoon manages to get up all while you’re still wrapped around him. 

You didn’t expect any less from him when he starts pushing you towards anything sharp, for instance the mirror by the front door. It’s a hard hit and you almost lose your breath as the cuts evolve on your back by the glass. 

Namjoon needs to breathe as well, his face almost beat red. He quickly loosens his tie all while you’re still half conscious. But you’re actually just using an old trick. The classic ‘acting like I’m out of it when in reality, I’ve grabbed the nearest object and will attack at any moment’. With no heads up, you clap with both hands occupied by small vases as they crash onto Namjoon’s ears. The pieces fly off everywhere, cutting Namjoon open by his ears. You jump on him, elbows hitting on his firm back as you almost cry out of pain. 

Your body is at the verge of breaking and Namjoon is still standing quite nicely. With a lot of tumble, you fall directly on the collapsed couch and continue with your horrendous fighting. Because let’s be honest if you both really wanted to kill, you would’ve…Right? 

You scream all kinds of swear words as you repeatedly punch Namjoon in the face. Adding up to the pink and purple bruises forming on his soft skin. Oh, and the open cuts who have bled down along his cheek because of the glass — or you. 

It’s actually quite annoying how big he is compared to you. He so easily flips you around, so you’re the one resting on the couch. He gets up and actually begins to kick. Like he’s five years old and has got to wear a jacket over his halloween costume. Sure, it hurts, badly. But he could've easily knocked you out by aiming for your face and killed you. But, he doesn’t. 

He grunts as if it’s the hardest kicks he’s pulled. You didn’t mean to stare at his bulge, but you did and your brain reacts quicker than your needs. A quick kick to the nuts, with a perfect aim from your side and Namjoon inwardly groans in pain as he holds onto his balls for dear life. 

His face has gotten so red you can hardly recognize your husband. With a loud stump, he’s on his knees and for a split second he looks like he’s about to cry out of pain. You were wearing your heels so it might’ve hurt a tad more than intended. 

You both collect yourself, standing face to face. You’re out of breath, panting as if you just ran a marathon and Namjoon is removing the blood from his cheek with his palm. You should not at all find this hot, but you do. 

Your mind chooses the right time to remind you that you’ve hidden a gun inside of the fireplace. The fireplace right behind you. With a swift movement you could pull it from its grasp and shoot Namjoon. Easy. 

There were many reasons why you married Namjoon out of all people. For one, he was smart and shared the same brain as you. So it does not come as a surprise to you, when you’ve both rolled off where you stand and grabbed a gun at the exact same time. Great minds think alike. 

It’s the first decent eye contact you’ve shared with Namjoon since the restaurant incident. Both guns pointed, your flimsy one against his — which actually is yours — shotgun. 

Namjoon's eyes have never looked prettier, dark brown that compliments his prominent cuts. The blood seems to have dried out already. You’re waiting for him to pull the trigger, because in all honesty; when you truly look at your husband in front of you with those familiar eyes — it’s hard to kill him. 

You wouldn’t be mad if he pulled the trigger and finished his mission. You’d much rather want to be dead than to kill the love of your life. He’s all you have. So you bite your lip, awaiting the trigger to be pulled by him. 

‘’I–’’ Namjoon lowers the gun slowly. His hold loosens as he shakes his head, ‘’I can’t do it.’’ With that he drops the gun and you grow furious. 

‘’No!’’ Tears are welling up around the corner of your eyes. You’re sad, frustrated and just overwhelmed. Namjoon is standing in front of you, picking you above his work. He’s let it go. 

‘’Don’t! Come on–’’ You don’t believe he’s actually given you the right to kill him, yet alone risking his position, his job. 

The feeling is eating you, tears threatening to escape as you repeat yourself and try to encourage him to pick up the gun again and kill you. 

‘’You want it?’’ His eyes scan your body, before he holds his arms up to your surrender. ‘’It's yours.’’ He offers his body like an open canvas, for you to shoot at. Although, you can’t. 

You love him, for six years he’s been your husband and the person you see yourself grow old with. He’s worth more. Worth more than a mission and a job. 

‘’I can’t.’’ It’s barely a whisper and just as your tears fall, Namjoon pushes the gun from your grasp and kisses you. 

It’s nothing like it’s been. It’s deeply encouraged and wanted. His hands are careful by touching the cuts on your face too, but you don’t want him to be careful. You’re still heated, still furious over the fact you’ve gotten to almost kill your husband with no mercy. So you push to grow needy, grabbing his dark hair with your hands and pulling with a force to show him you want him to be rough. 

The bounty is still on both of your heads, 400.000 dollars to be exact. So this might be the only time you can fully enjoy your husband before you’re out to save yourselves again. He’s quick to pick up your signal, lifting you with both arms and carrying you swiftly to the broken mirror. 

You whine in not only pain but lust as well. Namjoon is hurt, cuts on his face and wrists and to be honest he’s never looked hotter. His lips are still warm and planted against your own, his tongue not even holding itself back from grazing yours. The hold only tightens around you, as your grip tightens on his shoulders. His left side seems to bleed but he doesn’t seem to notice it and it’s probably just a cut. 

He’s nipping at your bottom lip, playing with it and it creates a moan from you. He hums in satisfaction, bringing his hands down to your ruined dress. With a swift movement, he rips at the material. You know he'd be doing it to regain easier access to you. You’ve never felt this heated, this turned on in your six years of marriage. It’s always been sensual, slow but good with Namjoon. But now, things are different. You don’t have to lie to each other anymore. The wide wall is broken between you and all lies are forgotten. 

‘’I love you.’’ Namjoon whispers to you, his hand grazing carefully over the cut above your cheek. 

‘’And I love you.’’ Namjoon had a tendency of throwing those three magic words at the most random moments. It made it more sincere than if he said it constantly. ‘I love you’ has never lost its touch between you. 

He goes back to kissing you, more roughly as he strips you bare with his soft hands caressing your bruised skin. With a quick pull from your hand onto his tie, it falls on the ground. You want to feel him, feel his bare and warm chest against your erected nipples. So without thinking any further, you rip his shirt with the remaining force your body carries. You expect to be met with his toned body, but it’s still covered — with a white t-shirt. 

‘’Sorry baby.’’ He grins, reading your disappointed expression. You don’t even have to beg him to take it off before he does. A few cuts here and there on his shoulder and abdomen. He picks you up again, to lead you somewhere with less damage. Although, you have other ideas. As he lands you on a cupboard with picture frames, you scratch his back while his mouth runs sloppily over your breasts and exposed neck. You don’t want this to ever stop. His dark hair is fiddled between your fingers as your grip once again tightens, causing Namjoon to moan against your nipple. His tongue flicks over it and you just want him to be inside of you. Sure, foreplay is important but the fighting scene already brought you to a high need for sex. 

Your heel rests on his thigh as you push him back with too much force. His back hits another glass cabinet, sounds of glass shattering returning as if you’re still fighting. Namjoon’s dimple just becomes prominent as a smirk rises on his lips. He’s loving every part of this. You push yourself from the cupboard, both hands toying with his belt to get it off. His hands are over his head, enjoying the sight of you being so desperate you’re not even focusing on taking it off but rather fumbling with the material in a hurry until it’s magically on the floor. 

With success, his belt lands on the glass shattered covered floor and you press your bare body against his once more. The warmth seeps through for the both of you, as your mouths dance together in hunger. 

He’s all you need at this moment. 

With a quick lift, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he guides you both to yet another furniture piece who hasn’t been broken by guns or glass. 

He groans against your mouth as you’re plopped down and your core drags itself close to his bulge. He can sense how wet you are already and it’s driving him to the edge to finally be inside of you after such long and strained tension between you both. 

‘’God baby, you’re already so wet.’’ 

‘’Shut up.’’ Your hand shuts him up by grabbing onto his cock through his briefs. He’s so hard and the thought excites you of what awaits. He leans his head back in pleasure, adoring the way your hand feels. 

With a rough pull from you, his briefs drop and his cock exposes itself. You’ll never grow tired from the sight of your husband naked. He’s beautiful like this. His tip glistening with precum and his abs flexing from your touch. 

There’s no warning to what Namjoon does next. He rips your lace panties right before he inserts himself with no trouble. That one thrust has you widening your parted lips as your mouth falls agape. The feeling of him filling you up never fails to amaze you. You’re stuffed with him and he’s moaning against your exposed skin as he pushes himself all the way. The tip pokes at your g-spot in an instant. He’s never been this quick in reaching it but you’re both fueled with anger and lust that everything goes right. 

‘’This fucking pussy.’’ His hips start to move, the friction coming in sight. The rhythm is slow yet rough. His hands are digging into your thighs while yours are digging into his scalp. You’re moaning as your head rests on the wall behind you. Your body is still, letting Namjoon use you as he wishes. 

His hold on you never loosens as he pulls himself away and just as his tip is about to leave you, he pushes back in. It sends you over with each thrust. As if he’s perfected it just for you. Your love for him only grows with each passing day. You’ll never want to leave Namjoon, leave the feeling he gives you. When you’re cooking together, when he fucks you sensually, when he gives you small pecks before leaving for work. Never enough of the butterflies erupting in your stomach each time. 

‘’Yes baby!’’ It’s not even encouragement from you. He just feels too good for you to keep quiet and not let him know. Being the first time you’re with him with no lies covering it up. It’s so raw, so real between you at this minute. 

Beads of sweat are slowly covering Namjoon’s chest as he continues thrusting inside of you, letting you feel every inch of him. His lips return to yours, barely resting nicely, as you both pant against each other. He bites your bottom lip, and a whine escapes you from the feeling of his teeth grazing your sore lip. 

‘’I’m yours. I’m– fuck, forever yours.’’ Namjoon accomplishes to say, his orgasm reaching him slowly from the feeling of you convulsing whenever his tip is about to leave you. 

‘’Forever.’’ You repeat. 

With a few more thrusts, your orgasm washes over you as you coat his cock with your cum. You’ve never finished so hard in your life before and it almost feels like you’re on drugs when you let go. Seeing all different kinds of light when your eyes force to close. 

Not long after, Namjoon gives you a final thrust giving you everything he has. He doesn’t remove himself, letting you both catch a breath. 

‘’That was definitely the best sex we’ve ever had.’’ He’s not wrong and it feels weird to hear him be so honest. Your marriage was always sneaky. How come you both had been so blind to each other being assassins all this time? 

‘’It’s you and me baby.’’ You’re standing in the kitchen, your body covered with his ruined and stained shirt as he carries his briefs from earlier. His fingers are studying your face as he speaks to you. He’s so calm, so tender towards you and everything in this moment feels just right. 

‘’Always.’’ He pecks you, the kiss about to turn heated when the doorbell rings. You walk behind Namjoon as he leads the way, his hand laced with yours. 

He peeks through the peephole and he tsks in annoyance. ‘’It’s the Smiths and an officer.’’ 

They’ve highly heard the awful ruckus you’ve caused in your home. Namjoon is calm and seems to have a perfect idea on how to handle the situation. 

He opens the door slightly, his head showing itself to your neighbors. 

‘’Hey.’’

‘’Is everything okay? We heard some awful noises coming from here.’’ Mrs. Smith takes the lead and the officer behind them looks tired and just like he wants to go home. 

‘’Yeah, everything is fine.’’ Namjoon reveals you beside him to the couple and seeing the both of you half naked with messy hair — it isn’t hard to guess what had happened. 

‘’Oh. So you guys are fine?’’ Mr. Smith takes over, eyes scanning the broken furniture behind you. When Namjoon nor you answer, he continues, ‘’we heard a lot of gunshots and… stuff.’’ You chuckle in nervousness, your husband smirking as he looks down at you. ‘’It’s just foreplay, you know how it is.’’ 

Stunned, your neighbors wish you goodnight before he finally closes the door on them. 

‘’Foreplay huh?’’ You raise an eyebrow at him, his dimple showing as he smiles. 

‘’You know it sweetheart.’’ He cradles your face and kisses you again, a kiss leading to much more. 

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[elvenxwarrior]

My Normie (Part One) - Leviathan

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Part Two

Leviathan had only seen '[Name]' a few times over her stay in the Devildom. She never seemed to talk unless it was to Diavolo or Lucifer regarding important business and was very quiet in class but attentive.

But in the few times of seeing her, Leviathan thought she was beautiful.

"Probably a normie though..." He'd always think to himself.

Little did he know, that wasn't the case.

If he had ever stopped by to visit her room, he'd find a large Sucre Frenzy poster on her wall beside her desk and several Ruri-chan figures neatly littering the shelves where she kept her manga volumes and anime box sets. Assassination Classroom manga took up a whole shelf in her small bookcase whilst a second shelf was dedicated to her games and smaller, handheld consoles. As a centrepiece to the games shelf, a copy of Diabolik Lovers stood proud with a PlayStation Portable™ laid in front of it.

[Name] would usually be found in her room, either wearing her headphones to listen to anime openings and game soundtracks while reading or studying. Sometimes she'd be at her desk gaming; almost always in her oversized Ruri-chan hoodie.

Truth be told? [Name] felt the same way about the Envious Third-Born. As soon as she heard him talking about TSL and how he seemingly had an eidetic memory for it all, she was astounded.

She tapped her pen to her lips, deep in thought, "Would he want to meet me if anime was involved?"

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[Name] Hey, Levi. Leviathan Hey [Name]. [Name] I got the new collectors edition of TSL, wanna come watch? Leviathan YOU WHAT? OMW NOW

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No more than 15 minutes passed before there was a knock at your door.

"Come in!" You yelled, unable to tear yourself from writing your game's cheat-sheet and studying simultaneously.

"You said you had the New TSL Collector’s Editio-..."

Leviathan's words had gotten caught in his throat upon seeing your room.

'This is almost everything I like too...'

You saved and quit your game, sliding your cheat-sheet into a folder beside your monitor, "I do indeeeEEEEED."

You suddenly felt flustered, it only took you turning around and seeing who was in your room to lose your confidence. You hadn't seen his text saying he was coming!

"[N-Name], are you okay?" He asked at your sudden shock and the strange way you had given your response.

"I, uh... I didn't think you'd actually come..." Your voice trailed off quietly, a red hue taking over your face.

"You have the new Collector's Edition of TSL, of course I'm going to come! It's got deleted scenes and behind the scenes with animations, interviews with the English and Japanese voice actors, bloopers-"

Leviathan proceeded to rattle off all of the different features that this version had, evidently excited.

When he finally stopped, you gestured to your TV and games console, (gotta love how they double-up as DVD players!) "So... shall we?"

Levi nodded enthusiastically, following you to plonk down on the floor with all your pillows and blankets.

When you had turned around after putting the disc in, he saw your pastel pink hoodie was a Ruri-chan hoodie.

"WOAH- Where did you get that hoodie?!"

You looked down, pulling the oversized fabric out to look down at the design, "Uh... it was from an event-based prize draw; it was the 4th place prize, I think?"

"You made it into The Top 5?! Impressive! I was Number 1!"

It seemed the more you and the Envious Third Born would nerd out, the less shy you became and the less awkward the atmosphere was. You were both talking about TSL as each scene went along, discussing the plot, the characters alongside various other aspects.

You were sitting very close.

It wasn't until you were practically leaning your chest on his shoulder that you both realised how close you actually were. Clearing your throat you turned to sit normally.

"Uh... [Name]. You can... lean on me like that... if you want. It was... kinda comfy." Leviathan stuttered out, awkwardly pausing to think about his phrasing.

"Uh... sure!" You went back to lean on him and tried not to squeal. When he puts his arm around you, you let a small squeak slip out.

He hit the pause button on the controller, turning to you slightly, "Are... you okay?"

You nodded, unsure of what- no, unsure of how to say how you were feeling.

'Yeah Levi, I'm completely fine! Just trying not to die like a fangirl meeting her boyband crush at the fact you put your arm around and cuddled me. I'm in love with you!'

Leviathan leaned in slightly, staring intently into your eyes, "[Name]..."

"Le... Levi..."

You both felt like an anime protagonist reaching the peak of the plot where they finally confess to their love interest. Lord, how much more cliche can this night get?!

"[Name], can I..."

You tilted your head, "Can you...?"

You could feel your heart beating heavily against your chest; Levi could probably feel it. You moved forward, bringing your face closer to his, the brightness of the TV screen being your only light in the room.

"Kiss you?" / "Kiss me?"

A gasp escaped you both, before happily kissing him; the excitement of the situation caused you to knock him over, he was now leaning back on his forearms with a hand threaded into your hair and you on top of him.

You parted from the kiss, giggling sheepishly and pulled him back upright. "Sorry about that..."

"I-It's fine!" Levi was extremely flustered, "It was nice!"

There was an awkward silence...

"[Name]?" / "Levi?"

"You go first." / "You first."

You both laughed, "Count of three?" He nodded.

"One...

Two...

Three..."

"I like you!" Was the simultaneous statement. You pressed your head to his chest, smiling ear to ear.

"But... I thought you thought I was a normie?"

"Yeah, but [Name]... you're my normie."

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[fubureaders]

ready or not | conner kent

summary: little blurb about introducing conner to more music than just 70s and 80s (thanks kory and gar), and you come across "ready or not" (bridgit mendler version for this) on your playlist. and, in case you forget how it goes, the "i can be your kryptonite" lyric comes up

also includes platonic!rachel roth because she needs to have happiness too, and that's baby sis for real

masterlist

song: ready or not by bridgit mendler (will try to connect the song to the post when spotify quits acting crazy)

"i don't understand. i thought the 70s were the best era of music"

you roll your eyes affectionately, knowing his first experiences with "modern" pop culture were only from genetic memory, kori, and gar. "conner, the 70s set the groundwork for most of what you hear today. but what you hear today? it created an entire generation, it set the groundwork for meme culture, for a connection that could not be attained back then. it offers its own beauty, and... you know what, kryptonian, just listen to this okay?" he laughs at your passion, and nods to say he'll give it a chance. like there was another option, you just got a new bluetooth speaker and learned how to connect it to the intercomms system within titans tower.

you tell conner to look through your spotify playlists and pick which one he'd like to try today, and as he hands your phone back to you, you nearly bounce on the balls of your feet because you see he picked a playlist ripe with peak early-mid 2010s pop and r&b -- the time of vine, the beginning of tumblr fandom crazes, the last time disney had consistently good content... oh you're about to have a party. you immediately press play and "wings" by little mix begins to play as you try to remember the dance moves from the music video and harmonize with the british girl group. conner seems to be pretty neutral, but you get him up on his feet anyway because you're going to enjoy this time either way.

at hearing the 2010s pop beats, rachel comes out of her room, and a smile graces her usually worried face as she starts to sing and dance with you. it's good to see rachel acting her age, enjoying herself after going through so much in a short number of months. the three of you dance along to little mix, amanda seyfried's crooning on the mamma mia soundtrack, and even a one direction song, enjoying the lighthearted nature of the moment. you hear the beginning "hey-ey, hey-ey" of one of your favorite songs from the era, and your eyes widen as you prep yourself to give a once-in-a-lifetime performance of bridgit mendler's iconic cover song. while conner's confused, he doesn't push it as he knows you're just starting to get into it.

I'm the kinda girl who doesn't say a word you sing/scream into the makeshift banana microphone Who sits at the curb and waits for the world But I'm about to break out, about to break out I'm like a crook tonight you laugh at the irony of saying that in a tower built for young heroes I caught you staring at me and I was thinking clearly Now I'm like a bee and I'm huntin' for the honey And I'm kinda shy but, you're super fly, yeah I could be your kryptonite

you hear rachel begin to laugh as the "oh"s come in, and you turn with your head tilted to see conner looking at you and your phone with shock and confusion, maybe slight offense, but overall amusement. that face alone makes you realize you just sang about being someone's kryptonite

in front of the resident kryptonian, mr superboy himself

"well it looks like bridgit mendler's probably a fan then. maybe she'll take a break from her studies and give a private concert," you shrug and continue to sing and dance along as rachel continues laughing at the coincidence

conner just continues to wonder why bridgit mendler would really want to be something so dangerous and weakening to her crush she's singing about. especially since you make him feel so safe and even stronger.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

he's been acting real luthor-like lately in s4, but we love our bald-headed baddie. this fic however, is mostly based inbetween s3 and s4 before he meets luthor cuz... i mean unless you're into that, love that for you and therefore you imagine whatever you wish darling

also we love dr bridgit mendler, our studious disney channel star

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[thestarsarecool]

@fujoshi-simone-weil tagged me in a "things to get to know me" game! Fun, thank you! You have the best url on tumblr. Also, someone else tagged me in this game, like, a month ago and I kept meaning to do it (it was on my to-do list and everything!) but I forgot and now it has disappeared from my notifications. Also, I don't 100% remember who it was. But still, I wholeheartedly apologize to that person for neglecting their tag. I don't love you any less. Anyway, on with the show!

Last song I listened to: Answer Me from The Band's Visit. You can take the theater kid out of the theater but you can't take the theater out of the kid. Or maybe you can. I don't know. I am taking a class on songwriting for musical theater right now so I am listening to more musical theater than I have in a while, though not as much as I did in like 2019.

Favorite color: Purple!

Currently watching: Nothing really? I'm not much of a TV or movie person. I just finished watching the Fionna and Cake TV show which was surprisingly good. My siblings and I watched all of Adventure Time together a while back (we like to rewatch cartoons together), so we all facetimed to watch the finale, which was really nice. I'd missed them :)

Last movie I watched: Hmm. I don't remember. Let's think...nope, still don't remember. Sorry film nerds of tumblr.com. I wish I was as cool as you.

Currently reading: Psychoanalysis: The Impossible Profession by Janet Malcolm! It's a really fascinating look into the underlying contradictions of psychoanalysis and also a great overview of the history, but it's all done through an actually engaging character study! I think it was originally a lengthy piece in The New Yorker, published around 1980. Also, I just started The Tale of Two Cities, which is very fun because the only Dickens I have ever read before is Oliver Twist!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I want to say savory, but the answer is actually sweet. I put wayyyyyy too much sugar in my tea for me to be picking anything but sweet.

Last thing I googled: The last thing I googled was "Ray Donovan Music" and I will explain why because, yes, I know that that doesn't make any sense. So, I am finishing up work on this song I am writing and whenever I get to that "almost done" stage, I post to r/Songwriting to get feedback because it's fun and occasionally helpful. And someone in the comments said that my song sounds like if "the little girl from Moneyball and Ray Donovan had a brainchild with Regina Spector [sic]." Which, like, ok. Let's unpack that. The comparison to Regina Spektor is very kind. I have gotten that a few times, though I think Reddit just doesn't know any other women who write songs on the piano. The little girl from Moneyball is such a funny comparison to me. Like, she's not a songwriter? She's just Brad Pitt's fictional child. But like, sure, I get what they mean. I sing kind of light and talky sometimes which makes it sound childlike, I guess, like a Moe Tucker sort of thing. But Ray Donovan??? I literally do not know what this commenter is talking about. All I can find for who Ray Donovan is the guy from the TV show. Like, does TV criminal Ray Donovan write songs or something? Is my song particularly evocative of the Ray Donovan soundtrack? Did this commenter mash together Ray Davies and Donovan's names? I asked him who he is talking about, but received no reply. Someone save me from this hell. Who is Ray Donovan and why did he birth my song?

Current Obsession: Still The Beatles, I guess, though it's not nearly as debilitating as it was a year ago. Which is quite nice, actually! I can actually be productive now.

Current Thing I'm Working On: Well, I've just about finished up the aforementioned song! All it needs is a title. Also, I'm writing a paper on The Epic of Gilgamesh, which is fun. The guy who wrote my translation is a professor at my uni so I may go to his office hours to ask him about it!

Ok, I tag @torchlitinthedesert, @idontwanttospoiltheparty, @veidelon, @theallenklein, and @mydaroga. I know this one already made the rounds though (I think) so no need to do it if you already did it. Or, really, no need to do it at all.

Cheers, everyone!

#my thoughts

[humblegoat]

Artist wrapped ask game!

5, 10, 24, 28, 30

YES!

5. What work are you most proud of (regardless of likes/reblogs)? Oooh that's a tough one! I'm proud of a lot of the things I drew this year, but I think this piece of Juniper with the tigers is my personal favorite. The depth of field and color scheme came out EXACTLY the way I envisioned it.

(con't under the cut)

10. What inspired/motivated you this year? I struggled with motivation at some points, but really worked on paying attention to what my heart wanted to draw in those stagnant moments. Looking at the work of others was a big inspiration this year - I really want to try more techniques and mediums come 2024, I see so many short form vids of paintings that make me go awooga. I'm also deeply inspired by animation right now, would love to get back into that more seriously as well.

24. What did you listen to while creating this year? Ohhh ok let's see. Depending on what creative mode I was in... a) In the early stages of a piece, I usually have on something without words, like lo-fi VGM remixes or movie soundtracks. That provides me background noise (v. important for me, bc my hearing is super sensitive and ambient noises like the fridge humming can really impede my concentration) but still allows me to focus for all the heavy lifting that gets done at the start of a piece (posing, composition, value studies, etc) b) Once the stuff I really need to Think About is done, I usually move on to listening to podcasts or youtube videos. My big podcasts were Friends at the Table, You're Wrong About, and Shelved by Genre. My big video essayists were Swoop, Hbomberguy, Hannah Alonzo, Izzzyzzz, and Jarvis Johnson. Honorary mention to Dimension 20 which isn't really a podcast or a youtube video but a secret third thing (actual play narrative video series) c) When I'm just doodling in my sketchbook, I'm usually listening to my OC playlists OR trying to find new music. (Everyone should introduce me to their fav musicians, I wanna broaden my listening!)

30. Share a fun quick little sketch because why not! Fellow Strixhaven players DNI, but here's a concept for my Sorlock's pact familiar (base form of a tressym) taking on a new form come the fourth year of magic school:

#ask game #@stir-fried-kilometers #about me #art ask #artist wrapped

[jowritesfanfiction]

Thank you to @daryfromthefuture for tagging me in this!

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie? 7 times. Once was with a friend who’d never seen it (they really enjoyed it).

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what! I think I got some t-shirts, but I can’t remember which ones. (I have a lot of bttf shirts lol)

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year? None. I don’t like carbonated drinks :/

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year? Despite the Distance by @knickynoo. That fic wrecked me in the best way and I think about it at least once a month.

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!) This piece of fanart by @future-boi. I love it sm. (Now look who’s being annoying /j)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of? Oh gosh. I worked on quite a lot of fics. I think I’m most proud of working on my current WIP: Someday We’ll Find It. It’s been really hard writing it and getting time to write it, but I’ve just been chipping away.

How many times were you late for school this year? None.

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them? I watched MJF’s documentary Still, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and Clue. I’m not sure if this counts, but I watched Zombieland: Double Tap which has Lea Thompson’s daughter in it (absolutely iconic in that movie btw).

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year? I don't usually listen to Huey Lewis, but I listened to some songs from the bttf soundtrack while studying and those had Huey Lewis.

How many times did you fall down this year? I genuinely have no idea. I don’t think I fell down this year— at least from what I can remember.

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like! I did not see the musical.

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met? At least twice that I can remember off the top of my head.

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be? “If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything!” I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. I worked really hard this year and accomplished a lot. There were a lot of times where things did not go how I wanted them to, but I still put effort into making something out of it. I usually tend to focus on negativity and all the things I didn't accomplish, but writing this out really helped me remember a lot of the things I did accomplish.

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year? I think I'm going to work on just letting things happen. I can be quite a control freak and obsess over things going the way I want perfectly, which never happens. I'm going to work hard, but whatever happens from it, happens. And maybe work on being more assertive, but ehhhhh.

I shall tag @future-boi and anyone else who wants to join!

#bttf ask game #ask games

[dropintomanga]

At Least Let the Love Remain

I wonder. How many of you have met someone you loved due to your fandom and thought those were the best days of your life? What could be better, right? And then when life happens and suddenly that relationship ends for good, do you take your rage out on the interests that was supposed to bring you joy?

Reading about Akihiko Kaji and Ugetsu Murata's complicated relationship in Given reminds me of how we often don't have enough courage to end things when they should end and sometimes, the right person may not exactly be THE one. And it's going to be okay.

Akihiko wanted to quit music because of his shame over sticking with Ugetsu despite very glaring flaws. But he realized how dumb it was to think that way. It took his bandmate (and new lover), Haruki Nakayama, to slowly open up to a healthier perspective.

I'm always reminded of why people ignore red flags in relationships. We think we can fix people. We believe that people can change with the right amount or won't change despite whatever life brings.

While people can make you love things, they can make you hate things just as much. Hobbies can filled with drama due to various egos. But I feel that the scariest thing that leads to a disinterest in a hobby is when topics like competition, clout and money are brought into the picture. This is apparent when Akihiko notes how much he despised Ugetsu to a certain degree over his talent with the violin, an instrument he originally took seriously before his rock band career.

But Mafuyu Sato, who was ironically helped by Ugetsu, reached out to show how much music can be emotional in a good way with a powerful song during the band's live performance tryout for a festival that spoke volumes. When relationships eventually fall apart, music can still give you a reason to keep moving forward.

Music isn't supposed to be competitive and about hyper-consumerism; its innate purpose is to bring people together from all walks of life with song. I just read a study about a community-based effort to have people with disabilities learn to play music together. They had 3 different groups of people learn music and everyone came out better for it despite one group preferring art over music.

And the best part is that the music made people social and want to talk to one another.

Haruki was the social glue in Given as while he wasn't the most talented of the band, he knew how to motivate them enough to keep at it together. That's what made Akihiko really start to love him.

This year, I was like Akihiko and reminded how much I love music. Although I never played an instrument, I grew up with MTV in the 1990s' and lived through what many fans my era would say was a really good decade. There was so much experimentation. I got into big beat/electronica and wanted to be an electronica DJ when I was in my early '20s.

My interest in music was on and off as I got older. I showed little to no interest in mainstream music. My soundtracks were mostly video game music. And then all of a sudden, I got into K-Pop because of NewJeans' 2022 debut song, Attention. When I heard it, I felt such a strong sense of emotion like Akihiko felt when he heard Mafuyu's song. I was taken back to my adolescence listening to 1990s' music. I started to remember the days when it felt like everything was possible in a time when America was thriving.

Listening to that song slowly got me more interested in other K-Pop acts (mostly girl groups). The more I got into it, the more I remembered, "Oh yeah, this is why I REALLY love music. And I also want to move my body to it." Why did I forget? Maybe because society has beaten into me that I need to act my age in order to stay competitive.

Now, I just dance whenever I can to the K-Pop songs I really like. I think the mental lock I put on myself because of failed relationships took so much out of me. But slowly, that grief has dissipated.

If you're really into music (or anything that you're interested in), cherish it and remember what got you hooked in the first place. Dance, sing, jump, go to concerts, shout with fans, etc. That's what I want to say.

Like Given wants to tell its fans, let the love for music remain. Let the songs that resonate with our hearts be something that binds the strings of connection.

#Given #manga #anime #mental health #emotions #love #fandom #Akihiko Kaji #Ugetsu Murata #Mafuyu Sato #boys love #Haruki Nakayama

[thelaurenshippen]

JABXKAKAKALA HELLO HI I hope you're doing well!! I just wanted to start off by saying that I saw your response to the email you received on Instagram and I love how you handled it so so much as a fellow queer person that loves creating and writing!! Thank you so much for everything that you have done!

AND SECONDLY I've been listening to audio drama podcasts for around four years now, and I'd only stumbled upon The Bright Sessions last year (after my friend recommended it to me over and over again!), which is pretty recent! And I just wanted to say that the amount of emotions and inspiration I received from listening to the podcast has just about changed my life 😭

I started listening to it avidly (on the daily JDNJAA on my walks to and from school and work) and just grew so so attached to the characters. The way you write their narratives is absolutely beautiful and brings me to tears if I think about it long enough😭 The way Sam is so full of love and care while struggling to do so for herself and that turmoil visibly affecting her relationships with other people?? OW OW OW it hurts so good every time?? AND JOAN OH MAn I love how Joan is written SO MUCH I think she actually changed my brain chemistry genuinely?? she is so layered and so full of emotion (it's safe to say that safe house ii absolutely DESTROYED me for that 😭❤️) and her dynamics with others ?? the amount of research put into writing her?? beautiful so beautiful HDBSJAHA and I could go on about every single character but that would take YEARS but I just want to say that the writing is so layered and authentic because these characters /aren't/ perfect, but they're still so lovable in every way, there's still some way to emphasize (I love Caleb) with them (COUGHS LOUDLY DAMIEN) even when they seem like the most unlikable (COUGHS LOUDER DAMIEN WADSWORTH HELEN) characters ever (I love how they're written so much I think it has actually changed my brain chemistry). ALSO the voice acting?? is absolutely BEAUTIFUL?? the amount of soul and found family vibes that go into this is just absolutely incredible I cannot stress it enough. Sam's panic attacks were written perfectly along with Mark's hidden anxieties and Agent Green's own guilt and hurt and oh man I COULD GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL ABOUT ALL OF THIS but oh man this is just incredible😭😭 also super random but the soundtrack makes me so emotional WHICH LEADS ME TO MY NEXT POINT AJDBAJ

I started listening to this in my freshman year of highschool (uh oh) so a lot of things were really stressful for me during this time! The Bright Sessions was something that despite causing me emotional pain, provided me healing just as much JSBXKAJAKDJSJKSD AND LIKE OKAY OKAY I would listen to this on my walks to and from school (I was walking back from school once and was zoning out until I heard Caleb beating the shit out of Damien and had to stop on the sidewalk to take in what just happened) and during art (I heard the part with Mark and Damien in the van and had to sit down when I heard Damien's backstory) and after I got my eyes dilated and couldn't look at much (I listed to agent Green's goodbye and actually cried until I couldn't breathe) and listened to the college tapes while studying for my unit circles test and just thank you thank you for the road trips and room cleaning memories and for being the best story to listen to while painting and going on runs. I struggled a lot with mental health and accepting myself as queer, and SO many of the narratives throughout the story also helped me figure out who I was, so thank you so so much for everything 😭 I still relisten to several of the episodes and still get that giddy feeling in my stomach when I hear the am archives soundtrack get a little darker, or literally want to lie down every time I hear an interaction with Frank and Chloe, but just overall thank you so much😭❤️🫂🫂

RAHHH AGAIN I'm so sorry this was so long but truly thank you so much for everything that you do!! your writing is absolutely incredible and your voice acting and the way you handle difficulties is so inspirational!! the rest of the cast and the art and community and soundtrack just,,, chefs kiss. thank you so much for being an incredible role model and inspiration for so many people!!!

HI WOW OH MY GOD THIS MESSAGE IS SO AMAZING THANK YOU!!!!!

I'm so glad the instagram video resonated with you (if anyone's curious, this is the video)! and I'm sO glad you found The Bright Sessions!! it means so much to me that you love the characters the way you do, that you see their imperfections and their complexities and you care about them because of and in spite of them!!

I'm so happy that the show could be a part of your life in such a real way - listening to it in so many places, and having it there in difficult times. that it helped you with healing and figuring stuff out is the highest praise that you could possibly give! I poured my heart and soul into this show - as did all of our amazing cast and crew - so it's incredible to hear that it touched you in the way that it did.

also, hearing that you love the TAMA score is so amazing - I love that score, Evan did such an incredible job!!

thank you so so SO much for this wonderful message and for loving my characters and my world and for telling me about it!! I'm so grateful to you!!!

#the bright sessions #reggies-eyeliner #lauren answers things

[starlightandetherealshadows]

IF Development Update (it is a silly goofy world and i must obey its rules) (7/6/23)

So you know that outline I told y'all about...

It's looking very "fuck it, we ball" for Contra Spem Spiro now that I've started writing. I cannot be contained I fear, not even in my own mind..

On another note, I've decided to affectionately call the main group of alien invasion survivors:

The Lonely Loser Survivor's Club.

did C come up with the name? Yes.

In a world where their phones were working and all of them were in a groupchat, C would make this the groupchat name, make the icon a spongebob meme, and be immediately kicked out by V.

C gets added back to the groupchat by A, only because C called A immediately after getting kicked out the chat and whined to A about "make V be nice to me! I'm a fucking delight! I was a pleasure to have in class!"

A is the one that sends music links everyday and they actually have playlist compiled with songs that remind them of their close friends (and MC gets their own, super special playlist, if A is being romanced)

C sends Tik Toks, of course. And Buzzfeed Tasty videos.

X picks fights with Siri. X also discovers emojis and sends at least 5 with every text they send. They don't fit with the tone of the texts either.

X: "Hit a pedestrian with my spaceship today. 🤣🥳🧌🩴🗿"

A: "you hit a who with your what?"

X: This is not a verbal conversation, A. You can reread my message to clarify your confusion. 🧋🪚💯"

This was a surprise for everyone, but Z is the person with the best memes. The comedic timing, the quality of the memes, the way they can convey so much with one gif...their talent should be studied.

Z is also the only person who won't get blocked on sight by V for spamming the groupchat with messages. (Not that Z would ever do that, but V has to let everyone else know that they're on thin ice just by existing)

Okay that's enough of me indulging in an AU where they get to have "normal" lives with things like cell service *wistful sigh*

I've done more work on character developments, alien lore, and i've gotten about 500 words of the prologue on paper (hoping to get to 1000 by the end of the night, but again, we ball and I'm going with the flow.)

Me putting my characters through the most gut-wrenching, traumatic situations while listening to Taylor Swift and the Hamilton soundtrack:

That's all the updates I have for today! Thank you again for all your asks, questions, and support! I'm sending you all so much love!

I'll see how many more asks I can answer before bed, but if I didn't get to yours today, I will tomorrow. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

All my love,

Cheye (she/her)

#romance #alien

[margridarnauds]

hey! if you are still looking for some distraction - what are some of your favourite albums that you've been listening to recently, and why? (i am currently enjoying my first full listen-through of joanna newsom's 'divers', which is immensely lyrically interesting and very... textural? much to like!)

Thanks, I'll check it out!

I'm not someone who usually listens to whole albums -- I often focus on individual songs for months.

That being said, since 3 of my "on repeat" songs from Spotify at the moment are from "Speak Now - Taylor's Version", I think it definitely qualifies as a current favorite. I don't know, I didn't really appreciate this album at the time, not the least because I had a very gradual introduction where I was interested in a couple of songs in her early days (Teardrops on my Guitar, which was a Quintessenial OC Angst Song; Our Song, which was perfect for Rural Midwestern Roadtrip Feelings; Love Story, which was the pinnacle of romance to me; You Belong With Me, ditto), was interested in "Mine" from Speak Now for the same reason as "Our Song", but I wasn't really INTO her stuff until 1989, with "Blank Space", where I started to be like "Okay, I get it now." (And even still, I mainly get info secondhand from friends.) I know that these days, she's probably the most famous pop star working at the moment, and definitely among her own age range (it's hard to put her alongside someone like Beyonce or Madonna, just because they've had DECADES to mold themselves into icons, but she easily trumps everyone from her own age group), but there really was so much misogyny around her at the time that I wasn't able to fully appreciate her until around 1989, when people (especially on here) started to be more critical about the narratives around her + point out how generous she could be with her fans. (Is that part of her own manufactured image? Almost definitely, but there are worse things to manufacture.)

...all this to say that I never really HAD an OG!Speak Now phase, even if I did grow to adore "Enchanted" as well, so I've been rediscovering it in a way.

I've been listening to "United in Distaste" from Starry: The Musical on repeat, mainly because when a friend of mine recommended the titular song, I thought "Pretty" and then did nothing, but there's something about famous painters bitching at one another while admitting that they need one another that happens to relate directly to the reasons why I needed a distraction re: grad school that appeals to me significantly more. Moral of the story: Spare the ballads; send me the bitchiest songs from a musical if you want me to get interested in it.

The Baldur's Gate III soundtrack, especially "Raphael's Final Act" and "I Want to Live - Classical Version", but with honorable mention to "Nightsong", "Down by the River", "Main Theme, Pt. 3", "Weeping Dawn", "Harpy Theme", and all the different versions of "The Power." Not helped by me playing BG3 whenever I can take the time off from studying.

I've been OBSESSED with Epic: The Musical lately, though it's unfortunately mainly songs that haven't gotten official releases yet. "Warrior of the Mind" (officially released), "My Goodbye" (officially released), "Dangerous", "God Games - Aphrodite and Ares", and "The Challenge". I'm really excited for where this musical is going, I have a lot of high hopes for it, and I do like how they've adapted the story, honestly.

[rainypebble07]

Fun asks to lighten your mood Rainy? Say less

Did you know

That the Great Lakes have currents as strong as the oceans

That the Mississippi River sometimes contains sharks

That you are awesome amazing fantastic

That your brain remembers things more (like studying or the rules of a game) after you do an activity for about 2 hrs and then take a break to come back to it later

That video game music, instrumental, helps you study/focus

That rain is my fav type of weather so your user is my fav

Did that lighten the mood moot? Hope your classes aren't that difficult 😵‍💫

Hoodie! Hello hello! I can always count on you to lighten the mood, friend. Really, you're the best. Now I'll see if I know all your fun facts!

I actually did know about the Great Lakes' currents. I live very near them, so I've got some unfortunate first-hand experience!

I didn't know the Mississippi had sharks, but remind me to never ever go near it now because I'm irrationally terrified of sharks. It's part of the talassophobia, I believe.

I'm awesome amazing fantastic? Awww, if that's really a fact, it's a very fun one indeed. I hope you know you're awesome amazing fantastic right back (It is a scientifically confirmed fact)

Huh! I'll have to try that one! I've heard the exercising between study sessions works well. I'll have to incorporate many more breaks into my schedule. You have very convenient fun facts!

Yes! I have an entire big playlist on Youtube of good Zelda music to listen to while I'm working. I love the Zelda game soundtracks with my entire heart. And you seem like more of a Kirby person, but I hope we can have Nintendo franchise solidarity.

Awwww rain is my favorite weather too, which is why my user (and secret internet name) is Rainy! And foodiewithdahoodie is an awesome user too, just sayin. I can't say foodie is my favorite weather, although.

Alright, that's all. And yes! It lightened the mood immensely, good friend! Fun asks make me so happy. I feel ready to take on the world! Maybe I'll sign up for double the courses now! (jkjk I'd never ever). You're much appreciated forever and always, mootiewithdahoodie (see what I did there?)

1000000 hugs for you and I hope you see the most beautiful sunrise tomorrow morning <333333

#ask #askaskask #mootiewithdahoodie #I'm so clever #It's all the learning I'm doing

[oatflatwhite]

ur a gem and ily 💛 okay round 2.

rank lotr movies in least favorite to favorite order? vegemite yes or no? ever been to lane cove nsw? (my old home <3) are you afraid of spiders? how do you take your oreos? night owl or early riser? favorite soundtrack to anything? best board game? cheese and crackers or hummus and pita? favorite type of food (italian, indian, etc.)? dream vacation? list of all the places you’d like to travel?

HI annie sorry i sat down to play a bit of hades and it turned into a 3 hour grind sesh

two towers > return of the king > fellowship (but they are all masterpieces)

vegemite YES always

omg what the fuck yes i have!!! i used to a few suburbs closer to the city for a while!!!!!!!! i visited the library a couple times and the aldi :')

little spiders are nbd. big/hairy spiders no thank u

i twist my oreos and eat the half without cream first then the half with

i used to be an early riser but now not so much. i wouldn't call myself a night owl bc "late" for me is still like. 11pm

i listen to the pacific soundtrack when i'm studying lmao but i don't know if it's my favourite? lotr obviously slaps. lately been into barbie also!

i have lord of the rings monopoly so that. even tho no one ever wants to play it with me

hommus and crackers??? is that an option. i always have it with jatz

oooh fav type of food that is so hard! it's always what i'm in the mood for!! i love most stuff. lately i've had some rlly good japanese tho!!!

dream vacay would be probably some kind of roadtrip around ireland and the uk!!!!! i've been there before but only spent a few days in each capital city so would love to just vibe out at my own pace

ok so i'm just going to mention places i haen't been before - i would love to go to norway, finland, iceland, poland, russia if it wasn't a bit cooked, and greece :)

ask me anything!

#answered #dearestdiaz

[glamfellens]

2, 5, and 23 for the artist asks? 💖

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

1) the most recent benny/harriet thing i drew. it was fun! and im enjoying their messed up dynamic 2) these dnd headshots from a couple of months back! bonus because everyone managed to survive. except the guy in the bottom right bc he was the villain LMAO 3) this painting of aeres and nina because it was the first time i tried this particular painting technic and i just feel that the whole thing turned out super good and im still really happy with it 4) my alistair piece for dragon age day 2021...still feel as though its one of the better alistairs i've drawn and i think i did ok at trying to emulate the dark fortress/blue wraith comic cover style 5) this drawing of aelwen and alistair havin a Smooch... the oldest thing here and i can def see some mistakes now but i still like it a lot

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

i'm not in the dragon age house rn but i still want to do a tarot card for either aelwen or margaret but its a bit overwhelming to try and think about when it comes to textures and meaning and composition... the other thing is a wardrobe study for my fnv courier

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what’s your favourite?

i always have to listen to music whilst i draw lmao otherwise i simply cannot... it kind of varies depending on what i'm drawing - i'll go to a character playlist if drawing that specific character but otherwise i prefer classical music and/or soundtracks! tho recently i've been listening to the adventure zone and hbombs roblox video essay on repeat

artist asks!

#thank u viper!!! #<33 #reflecting positively on older art is a practice i should try doing more. Oops

[writers-ex]

Hey there I know I'm asking a random Tumblr writer but I saw y'all talking about studying and such,can you guys please give me advice on studying effectively? My parents don't know how to help and I'm genuinely like..dumb, but I will try my best , I am trying my best but it's just not working,I'm at the brink of giving up but I believe that I can do it but the goal is soo.far.away. , great now I'm teary eyed. Academically sexy people please help

i LOVE giving study tips <33333333 no one usually listens to me but maybe these will help you ^-^)

depending on the subject its best to have a color system with pens or markers/highlighters, keep it at 3 colors to start and then add more as you see fit YOU DON"T NEED NO FANCY MARKERS GO BUY CRAYOLA OR OFF BRAND MARKERS AINT NO ONE JUDGING YOU///ex. blue-review/exam questions you got wrong to go back and study, red- impt terms/remember this, black- examples/dates/names/lecture notes

PLEASE- write a mini review/summary of what you learned that day/ch like on a sticky note or make a journal/google doc just for reviews or even on the textbook, having smt to look back on will help refresh your memory b4 the exam VS being like me and spending a whole weekend reviewing 80 chapters but not being able to really understand it and failing my exam by a point UGH

if you fail just suck it up and keep going, i still need to remind myself this but like as long as you pass be it the lowest score possible or the highest as long as you make it by the borderline score that's all that matters

READ THE CHAPTER/MATERIAL B4HAND, omg this helped me soooooooo much and also on a sticky or separate sheet of paper/or like doodle a question mark write questions abt what you didn't understand and then see if the teacher answers them during class, if they don't ask them after class

there are no dumb questions period, its the teacher's job to help you learn as a student, say your question no matter how silly or simple bc chances are there are 5 other kids thinking the same thing, if the teacher gives you attitude abt it bc there are some that do ask the internet and others in class maybe they'll be able to help/

make a study playlist/collection, i have a youtube playlist dedicated to classical music, lofi, video game soundtracks, or chinese instrumentals to listen to while i study bc it just makes it more pleasant and my house is too noisy so i just listen to music and study

DRINK WATER!!! and snack on smt too

do yourself a favor and try the 25 min study and 5 min break method, just when you do your break actually get up and walk around or use the bathroom don't just sit there, and come back ontime

do a little tracker thingy, like make check boxes/list of what you need to do and give yourself the joy of filling in all the boxes with a check or sticker and reward youreslf afterwards

keep track of your deadlines <333 like make a reminder on your phone or sticky note it

if you geniunely can't study or feel stuck stop for the day and take a shower, go watch smt nice, play your pizza game on your phone, or eat a meal, you shouldn't be studying 24/7 you're only human

i can do more but i feel like you'll get too scared but one more impt thing is to never ever ever call yourself dumb or look down on your progress, the you you are now is completely different from january you, acknowledge what you've done and take a moment to feel proud of yourself, you did good <3

if you have any other tips and tricks that've helped you plz share in the ask box or comment on this post plz and thank you, hope this helps anon

#anon.txt #study tips