#LOOK UP FIGURES PROTOTYPES FOR THEM ARE HERE IM REALLY HAPPY

[hinata-boke]

too cute

#haikyuu #akaashi #bokuaka #bokuto #my art #doodle #LOOK UP FIGURES PROTOTYPES FOR THEM ARE HERE IM REALLY HAPPY #theyre both really cute but bokutos is especially adorable to me

[bytedykes]

[ID: Four stickman memes. They are: a crying stickman laying on its back in a pool of tears, hands over its face. A stickman grabbing another's cheeks and screaming in their face. A stickman biting its own arm bloody. A red-eyed teary stickfigure grimacing and holding up a thumbs up. /end ID]

^ just finished twatf moodboard. my thoughts under the cut

genuinely so good. i am sick. i am wailing. i am going to throw up.

ok i lied it wasnt like, groundbreaking, but i did enjoy it! and it did give me new kinds of mental illness. im not typically into the "overpowered protagonist" trope at all but i feel like in this case it was more of a vehicle for the philosophy of the novel than the actual. point? im not a literature analysis person haha

i doubt i would have read this novel if it weren't by singshong. it is just generally not my thing. but im glad i did! i liked the character and i thought it was quite clever and funny, the world building was interesting (despite how overly complicated it is) and some parts made me so. oughhhbg. tearing my hair out

i also really enjoyed looking at this from a "how it compares to orv" standpoint (that's also the main reason i decided to read it). i liked seeing the "prototype" ideas in here that resemble parts of orv that were more developed/refined. and i liked the most specific messages that resembled orv's! there were a few bits regarding walls and connection that made me want to erm shrivel up and die

i guess i didn't really understand the ending but i don't think it was awful. those last 3 chapters are honestly what was worst to me, if i had stopped reading on chapter 244 i might have been happier with the openness of it. seeing all of jaehwan's friends dying and sirwen being left alone in the world was depressing as hell and didn't really feel necessary

orv is known for having everything in it and managing to pull off the most unhinged plots and details so i enjoyed seeing that same principle in twatf dsdjskks it threw a lot of things that i didnt expect at all and a lot of them were absurd but all together i think it made it work

goddd some parts just hit very close. maybe not the overall themes but some specific sections made me put my phone down and stare into space... the fall of time arc... the conversation jaehwan has with the long lived race after he's figured out the unclothing... what andersen tells him before she chooses to fight myad... many such cases

some of the criticisms for it that ive seen online are about the bad translation which is fair but i dont think that necessarily reflects the quality of the actual novel? idk the crappy translation and many typos did make it harder to read but i was still able to mostly understand what was happening and i got used to it pretty quickly. i do wish that the side characters were more developed, i was really interested in them and it felt like a lot of their development was dropped or forgotten, but i did love what growth was shown

i liked jaehwan!!! he is such a sopping wet silly guy. guy who is in the horrors forever. guy who is a billion years old but not actually but yes he is. guy who is so autism eyes incarnate. i liked him as a character and i liked following his journey even with his at times repetitive ideas and simple op solutions to everything. it was fun!

i enjoyed the characters in general, karlton grew on me for some reason lol... i liked anderson and runald a lot also... i liked how despite his identity as a lonely existence that works alone, jaehwan did actually forge so many bonds with people he met and did reciprocate them! him and yoonhwan, him hiring claire and meikal for govt positions when he became master of gorgon, him training with chunghuh, his care for runald and anderson, him verbally calling the fallbringers his friends when they reunite, even eventually his friendship with beastlain! i wasn't expecting him to make so many connections because of how set he is on doing everything alone, so i was really happy to see that he does consider them friends and isnt just coldly moving through the world alone, despite what his actions say

really liked the whole lore about [clothes]. i thought that was really cool. did not like the repeated instances of sexual harassment and pervy lines throughout the book

ive been telling people to read orv left and right, but in contrast twatf is a kind of novel that i dont think i would necessarily recommend to anyone (especially not to anyone who wasn't already an enjoyer of this genre and/or more "out there" plots in general) but i did enjoy reading it myself. however i would say that it provided some cool/valuable/fun insight into orv and singshong's writing in general so maybe i would recommend it to someone who has already read orv and wanted to expand on that

overall i did like it!!! i dont think ill be rereading it any time soon but i had fun reading and stewing over it :)

#twatf #oubghhhhh #this is not structured at all i have been writing it for an hour and need to go to bed #misc #blabbermouth tag #<- pls its been 10 months since ive used this. oh well. pretty sure its not even the right tag but im not finding the new one i never use

[goddessofroyalty]

im in love (LOVE) with the whole zaun family you write about. absolutely enamored by it. need those great moments of jayce Meeting The Family , trying to "impress" everyone to show he's a good boyfriend (even if they're not actually dating he still does it subconciously). delicious

So the meeting the family is already written here, but I really wanted to write the moments of Jayce trying to impress them so take a 5 times. Because yes one of the most fun things about this verse is just Jayce trying to figure out Viktor's family.

Also I wrote this without any omegaverse/obvious-mpreg in play. In case you wondered just how much adding that in is purely self-indulgent for me. I’m well aware it’s not necessary at all.

Oh and the liqueur is Sambuca and the pastry is Profiteroles.

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The conversation had started as an update to an investor but had long moved past that as the three sat at the bar across from Vander after it had been closed to the public for the night. The boys telling Silco about the reality of failure in trails and the much longer term dreams that are reliant on proving a number of other ideas are viable. Because Silco is not merely an investor and the line between business partner and parent now well and truly blurred.

Vander couldn’t be prouder of his son. Viktor had taken every opportunity he could and it really seemed like he and the Piltite partner he had found are on the cusp of something that could change the lives of so many.

It’s an achievement that should be celebrated so Vander digs out the old bottle that lives under the bar unknown to all but his family, lining up four shot classes and giving three of them a full pour of it.

“What’ll you have?” he asks Jayce because he still hasn’t learned the boy’s preferences.

“What?” Jayce asks, glances over where he’d been more watching Viktor and Silco’s conversation. Apparently happy to let Viktor take the lead in both explanations and praise. The dopy smile he’s had enough to tell Vander all he needs to know about his intentions.

Oh well, Vander’s seen how his son looks at the boy as well.

“To drink,” Vander says.

“To toast,” Viktor clarifies, his and Silco’s attention now on Vander and the drinks as well.  

“Oh! Right. Just whatever everyone else is having.”

Vander looks to Viktor first. Because the liquor isn’t exactly the sort he would think to be to the taste of someone more used to Piltoven spirits.

Viktor gives a small nod so Vander pours the fourth as well.

He grabs the first glass and the others all take theirs. Bringing them together with a soft clink before tossing them back.

The alcohol burns just right going down, bringing a sweet nostalgic with it.

Silco clearly feels it too. His good eye shut for an instant before it snaps open at the coughing that fills the bar.

“What was that?” Jayce asks, slamming his glass down as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Zaun spiced liquor,” Vander says pouring a glass of beer for the boy to wash it down with. “I don’t think there’s anything quite like it topside.”

“Not that I know of,” Jayce says, drinking the beer quickly to wash the taste from his mouth.

Bit of a waste honestly but the boy couldn’t have known he couldn’t handle it.

Viktor at least seems entertained at his partner’s antics going by the sly smile on Vander’s son’s face.

Next time Vander will just give the boy straight Vodka though instead.

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“Actually Vi, before you go, there’s something I wanted your help with,” Jayce says after he confirmed that, no, Viktor wasn’t in their lab and that he didn’t know where Vi’s brother would be instead.

“Sure, what can I do?” Technically she could say she had passed their parents message on to Jayce to pass on to Viktor. It wasn’t exactly an urgent one anyway.

“I need your opinion on the weight of something,” Jayce says, going to the pile of project prototypes that was apparently a mandatory part of any inventor’s space.

“I don’t see why you need me for that.” Jayce was surprisingly strong for a Piltite after all.

And then Jayce pulls out a matching set of gloves and puts them on the table in front of Vi.

“Oh.”

They look like Vander’s gauntlets. The ones still hanging up in the Last Drop from when he ‘retired’ them. A reminder that literally hangs over their heads of what their bartered peace with Piltover had cost and what it would mean if they lost it.

And Viktor’s Piltite not-boyfriend had apparently decided to make some of his own.

“They’re for the mines,” Jayce explains. “If we can power them with the Hex crystals than they should allow more work to be done with less strain on the user’s body.”

“Right.” They will also be a powerful weapon should their wearer want them to be.

Silco is going to love them.

“So what do you need me for?”

“Try them on and tell me if you think the frame is too heavy,” Jayce says. “I think they are okay but I want a second opinion.”

“You should find someone who would actually be using them,” Vi says as she puts them on. She hasn’t worked a day of her life in the mines so doesn’t really know what they should be looking for.

The gauntlets are noticeably lighter than Vi remembers Vander’s pair to be the one time he had brought them down for her to try on to feel the weight of that part of their family’s history. A much smoother design and access to whatever materials wanted meaning even the extra features they still are much more comfortable on.

Vi feels powerful to have them on. Even without the Hex crystal to give them movement and additional thrust.

She could come to love them.

“Yeah the weights fine,” Vi says as she drops them back on the workbench. Fighting back the urge to ask if she could maybe have a custom pair of her own made. Not that she ever has plans of working in the mines and knows all the reasons open arms are a dangerous road to follow.

“Good. Now we just need to get the crystals stable enough to power them without any explosion risk,” Jayce says, taking the gauntlets back to return them to the prototype pile, apparently unaware of Vi’s internal conflict. “Thanks for the second opinion.”

“No problem,” Vi says despite feeling like this is something she should at least mention to Vander.

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“Why is this here?” Viktor asks, poking at the crates that had been delivered not long after Vander and Silco had left for some meeting with his cane. He’s down with the Piltite ‘business’ partner of his for some installation of something that Claggor only half-listed to the explanation of over dinner last night.

“They’re too heavy for any of us to move, so they’ll have to wait ‘till Vander gets home to move them,” Claggor explains. He’s supposed to be watching the bar while their parents are gone but it isn’t all that busy being the dead time between lunch and afternoon rushes. And anyway, he’ll hear if a customer arrives.

“How heavy are they?” Jayce asks, looking like he’s going to try and pick one up.

“Heavy.”

Not even with Vi’s help could Claggor get them to move more than a little at a time. And it would take so long to get them where they needed to go and be embarrassing if a customer did show up and get to watch them struggle.

So of course Viktor’s Piltite ‘business’ partner manages to pick one up with only minimal strain.

“I should be able to carry them,” he says as he settles the weight of it in his arms. “Where do you need them?”

“Storage room in the basement.” Surely the stairs should give him pause. They give Vander pause and have their father complaining about the bar’s layout and getting old every time he has to carry the heavy things down to it.

“Right- Vik?” the Piltite says, glancing to Claggor’s big brother as if asking for directions.

“I’ll watch the bar. It has been a while and I, ah, would not know where to put them down there,” Viktor says.

Claggor is sure it is just an excuse so his brother can sit and watch Jayce haul the heavy boxes past him. How the Piltite hadn’t noticed how Viktor looks at him Claggor will never know. Even their parents had noticed.

Claggor can tease his brother about it later.

 “Lead the way then,” Jayce says to Claggor, with a smile that must work wonders on the sweet old ladies of the Uppercity but just screams ‘rob me’ down in Zaun.

And yet Viktor keeps bringing him down when he visits. And then wonders why everyone knows he’s got a crush on the Piltite.

At least he picked one that wasn’t completely useless.

Jayce is nice enough a well. He seems genuinely interested in the small talk as Claggor shows him the way. Asking about how Claggor has been since the last time he was down, whether the alterations he had made to Claggor’s glasses frames were keeping them on better, and happily talking about the progress he and Viktor made in their work in words Claggor actually understood.

Claggor at least won’t be mad when the two stop dancing around each other and actually kiss.

It’s just how Silco’s gonna’ freak when they do he isn’t looking forward to.

“Just put it over there,” Claggor says, pointing to where the other stock is. They can worry about rotating stock later.

“How many more are there?” Jayce asks, stretching his arms after he puts the box down.

“Three. But it can wait ‘till Vander comes home.” Viktor would probably be unhappy if his Piltite actually hurt himself.

“I don’t mind doing it and it helps you out.”

Claggor certainly isn’t going to argue it. And if the Piltite keeps being so helpful Claggor might have to tell his brother to stop watching and make a move because he managed to one the one actually decent Piltite that Claggor wouldn’t mind as a brother-in-law.

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It’s not Silco knocking on the door Mylo knows. Because Silco doesn’t bother to knock on the door of his own office, just walks in.

So Mylo goes to answer it because he’s much too old for the rule of don’t answer the door unless you know who it is to apply. Especially considering they are in Piltover right now and for all that the place is filled with backstabbing assholes they’re the kind that do it by arresting you or denying funds not kidnapping your kid from your office in the middle of their fancy government building. It would offend their delicate sensibilities if they did.

He is only mildly surprised to see Viktor’s dumb Piltite partner on the other side of the door. Because who else in Piltover would actually be interested in coming to the Zaun Representative’s office especially when said representative is out?

“What do you want?” Mylo asks because there isn’t anyone around to tell him to be nice.  

“There was some food leftover after a function Councilor Kiramman was hosting I thought you guys might want it,” Jayce says, holding up the box he brought with him.

“We’re not that poor you know.” And they sure as shit don’t need anyone’s pity.

“I know you’re not poor. I, uh, it’s the desserts. They had Viktor’s favorites so I thought you all might like them as well,” Jayce says, opening the box up to reveal some kind of chocolate covered pastry ball.

It is a bribe not pity being offered then.

Mylo can work with that.

Of course Mylo had been taught that you don’t just accept a bribe without first ensuring it is what has been promised. So he takes one of the pastry balls and inspects it before biting into it. The pastry really just a vessel from the sweet cream filling and chocolate.

He can see why they are Viktor’s favorites.

“I assume Viktor already has some?” There’s plenty in there assuming they don’t need to share with their big brother as well.

“Yes, I dropped some off to him before coming here,” Jayce says and Mylo is fairly certain there’s a light blush on his face and he doesn’t want to know what his brother said about the desserts.

“Alright,” Mylo says shutting the box and taking it from the Piltite. “And you want me to not tell Silco about this?”

“I’m not going to tell you not to tell your parent something but-“

“He’ll be mad as hell if he finds out.” Only Silco is allowed to accept Piltover bribes after all. And Mylo knows his dad isn’t convinced they aren’t trying to steal his children away through offers of scholarships and becoming business partners. “It’s cool I won’t tell him.”

The poor Piltite looks like he doesn’t know if he should say thank you or chastise Mylo.

“Anything else you want?”

“No. That was it,” Jayce says.

“Alright. Thanks then,” Mylo says before swinging the door shut and going back to Silco’s desk to count out the pastry’s and figure out how many he can eat before going home and still have an acceptable amount left over for his siblings.

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Contrary to what Mylo liked to claim, Powder didn’t sulk like a baby. So what she was doing right now isn’t sulking.

She is just thinking. About how everyone else was too busy with their important responsibilities to play with her. And how she wasn’t even allowed to help out because she couldn’t be trusted and was too little still because being the youngest sucked.

“Hey Powder, are you busy right now?”

She looks up at Viktor’s stupid Piltite not my boyfriend Powder stop saying that. What he’s doing up on the bar roof she doesn’t know.

“Oh yeah, totally, I’m super busy. Trying to figure out what upgrades to add to the buildings,” Powder says with a laugh that she hopes hides how obvious the lie must sound. Jayce is probably doing super busy with important science things and doesn’t have time for Powder and her questions and probably just wants he to go away and stop bothering us.

“That’s too bad. I brought that piece you said you were missing and was wondering if we could go test out those boards you and Ekko were building. But if you’re too busy…”

“I’m not!” Powder says, jumping up to her feet. “I mean I was but it’ll be fine to leave it for a little. Come back with fresh eyes you know?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, totally, come on I want to see the board hover!”

She grabs Jayce’s hand to get him to hurry up and move because who knows how long it’ll be until it’s sorry Powder I have to go back to my important work, maybe another time. Practically dragging the heavy Piltite down through the back of the bar and to Benzo’s shop.

“Ekko! Come on we got to go!”

“What has gotten into ya’ to get you all excited Powder?” Benzo’s asks, wondering out from the back of the shop.  

“Science!” Powder explains because they don’t have time for this! They need to go!

“You’ll be supervising them I suppose?” Benzo’s asks Viktor’s not-boyfriend because you’re too little you might hurt yourselves if someone isn’t watching. “Alright fine, take the afternoon off Ekko.”

“What are we doing?” Ekko asks once they are out of earshot and heading towards the empty lot that Vander and Silco had specifically promised to develop last so they could have a place to test things out so long as they promise not to destroy the neighboring buildings, we don’t need a repeat of the Topside explosion.

“Jayce brought us the bit for the boards,” Powder explains.

“Oh wait – really!?” Ekko grabs Jayce’s other hand to help Powder get him to move faster damn it! because he understands why they have to go go go and not have just some casual wonder through the Lanes.

“I want to see if they will work as well,” Jayce says because he has the science brain as well and just wants to make things. It’s why he gets along with Viktor so well even if he is still a dumb arrogant sibling-stealing Piltite.

They make it to the empty lot and Ekko drags the boards out from where they hid them behind some rubbish because they were too big to take home and Powder your inventions are already making it too hard to walk around your room.

They flip them over and Jayce connects up the missing stabilizer to the place they left for it, flipping the board over again.

“Do you want to do the honors?” he asks Ekko because this was originally Ekko’s idea and we have to respect each other’s work.

Powder can’t help but jump around when the board starts to hover.

“It works! It works! It works!” Now the adults has to take them seriously because they’ve made something that actually works and it isn’t even a bomb.

“Do you think someone could ride it?” Ekko asks.

“Only one way to find out,” Jayce says, picking Ekko up and putting him on the hovering board.

It takes a couple seconds before Ekko finds his balance, taking the board for a small circle around the two them before stopping it, grinning the whole time.

“This is going to be so cool!”

“You’re probably not going to get it much higher than this with the current power source,” Jayce says as he helps Ekko off the board again. “But if we can give it a stronger vertical thrust it will allow people to move between the whole city much more efficiently.”

Powder doesn’t care about those silly adult concerns. She just cares that their invention works and how cool they’re going to look riding them around the Lanes.

#Zaun Family #Jayvik #Jayce Arcane #Vander Arcane #Silco Arcane #Violet Arcane #Claggor Arcane #Mylo Arcane #Powder Arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #I accidently a ficlet #ficlet I say about something that's nearly 3000 words #Individually these are ficlets

[pagesofkenna]

i should have written this last night when I was obsessively thinking about it but Gay Asexual Dave Strider is the best reading of Dave Strider (EDIT: actually Bi Ace Dave is good too, I couldn't make a judgement call between those two possibilities) and i'm afraid some people might think that by focusing on his asexuality i'm trying to erase his gayness but like nah man, Dave is pretty gay and he's pretty ace and it explains so much of his character and here's what i mean

see I spent most of Homestuck aggressively shipping Jade/Dave and it actually took me a while to finally come to terms with that ship not working out, and primarily that was because I loved Jade and was was upset at how little attention her character got in the story. like she and Dave are my favorite Homestuck characters and Dave gets this cool sweet character arc of subverting expectations and coming into his own, and Jade is asleep half the time and when she's awake she's all alone and sometimes also a dog. Jade didn't really get a cool character arc

(at most her arc is starting as a sweet happy-go-lucky teen girl and, in the end, finally being able to express her frustration and anger at her situation, but her problems don't get addressed or even confronted the way the others', especially Dave's, did)

Jade is more an accessory to the others' arcs, especially Dave's. because Dave's arc is starting the story as 'soooooo cooooooool', wannabe rapper and DJ artist, prototypical action hero with a sword and dope bird aesthetic and honed battle reflexes, and having all of that subverted. and part of being the 'prototypical action hero' is he's supposed to 'get the girl' - and Jade is almost literally a princess in a locked tower, guarded by a dragon, awaiting her rescue

so like, reading this story initially, loving Jade and loving Dave and they genuinely have really fond interactions at the beginning, yeah I heavily shipped them and wanted them to be happy together. but over the course of the story it became obvious that 1) Jade is never going to get rescued from her locked tower. yeah she manages to enter the game on her own and literally rescues Dave at least twice, but metaphorically she never escapes, she's alone practically the whole time. and 2) Dave isn't the action hero savior, he never wanted to be and having this role thrust on him was actually incredibly damaging. he slowly unravels his expectations for himself over the course of the story and one of those is the fact that he always assumed he and Jade would get together. not even 'i like her and she seems to like me back' but literally 'im supposed to be Jade's hero'. once it's clear he's NOT 'supposed to' be her hero, what is he 'supposed to' be then??

evidence point 1 that Dave is asexual is that from the getgo he's treating 'being in a relationship' as an expectation he's supposed to fulfill, not something he's actively pursuing. and he's got all this internalized homophobia so he looks to the two girls he knows for options (despite the fact that John is obviously the friend he feels more close to) and picks Jade because she fulfills the prototypical 'damsel' role to his 'hero' role. done and done, got this whole romance stuff figured out like a champ, look at how competent i am at this Bro. y'know, like literally the way i thought relationships work before i realized i was ace

evidence point 2, and this is a weaker point but, it's the fact that he never picked up on Bro being gay. like, I didn't either, because sexuality stuff flies over my head, but most of the fanbase did and i keep thinking about how ridiculous this is because... Bro's house is basically cluttered with gay porn. and Dave figured it was all 'ironic'

because sexuality is kind of a joke, right??? people dont ACTUALLY think about sex that much!! Dave throws sexuality into his humor, aggressively fake flirting or making innuendo jokes (he and Rose have that innuendo-off - the girl he knows he's not into!). yet he never actually expresses genuine interest in anybody, not in that way. like, compare Dave's relationship with Jade to Karkat's relationship with Terezi, or the way Kanaya treats Rose before they have their first kiss. he's tender with Jade in a way that he isn't with his other friends (not until the retcon of the 3 years journey with Karkat), but he isn't trying to lead their relationship into anything (also re: Karkat, the fact that he forms a tender relationship with Karkat on that journey and also isn't trying to lead that relationship anywhere until postcanon!)

Dave doesn't actually do sexuality in Homestuck, he just does dick jokes because they're funny. he makes gay comments '''ironically''' because his Bro did gay stuff '''ironically''' - yknow, the same way he obsessed over puppets '''ironically''' or kept the fridge stuffed with blades '''ironically'''. we dont look deeper into this friends it's all for the lulz!!

Dave having a character arc that's all about subverting expectations of heroism and sexuality is very cool to me, it's not something we see explored in this way much, and asexuality fits into that narrative so well, in my opinion. cool action heroes are supposed to be sexuality competent and straight. and he's not either of those two things. and like yeah, thinking you're straight when you're really not can lead to a lot of sexuality lag, he doesn't 'have to' be ace as well, but being asexual on top of everything else makes it THAT much harder to recognize WHY your expectations are not matching up with your lived experiences!

(also, its very funny to me that a lot of fans latched onto the Ace John theory - I'm not against it, the more ace characters the merrier, but fandoms tend to pick the most sexually 'immature' or 'innocent' characters the headcanon as ace; I find the characters who act like they're very sexually desirable or competent, and yet never have any romantic or sexual experiences, to be the most relatable)

#Homestuck #Dave Strider #its the 'of COURSE i know how SEX works I'm VERY well versed in that stuff /has never had sex' character trope #i have multiple headcanon ace characters who fit that trope. hotshot boys who think everyone wants them and would clearly #have NO idea what actually to do if someone were to come onto them #Dave might've been my first the others might just be Dave clones oh no! #anyway i dont know how to end things so this just kind of trailed off the point is that dave is gay or maybe bi im not sure if the #postcanon stuff tried to put a clearly defined label on that aspect of his sexuality #but he's definitely also ace #not aromantic i dont think? like the way he interacts with both jade and karkat suggest to me he DOES have some romantic competency

[barcaavengers]

Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 4

Note: Here we go! This part is mostly a short fluffy moment. Reader being there for Bucky when he talks to Yori, and supporting him when he admits he will always be missing a key person in his amends. Next part will probably be more fluff, domestic and carefree Bucky cause we all know the Wilson's bring out the best in him. I'm thinking of what else to add to it so I want you guys to tell me what you'd like to see in part 4!

Updated: The first posting was all messed up and cut parts for some strange reason so it is now updated correctly!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. All credits belong to @ryangoslings Tag List: ❤️ @hanakin-im-panakin, @evie-pr, @justinekomwriterkru, @felicityofbakerstreet, @maaaaryx, @ijustwantedplums, @winterberryfox, @ttatum14, @pastelbabygirl19, @love-buckybarnes, @forever-aimless, @izzlenizzlebizzle @pastel-boy-sungjae, @johnmurphys-sass, @ren-ni, @rachelizabethgraham

"This looks so different…" Bucky says as you two walk down the streets of Manhattan. "Steve and I would come to a hot dog stand on that corner after school. I would get him the same order every day" he says as you two walk.

"Wow, the same order" you smirk.

"He felt bad whenever I paid him, it was the cheapest order so he always asked for it no matter how many times I told him he could order something else."

"I have always admired your loyalty to each other" you say. "Never gave up on each other, always had each other's back no matter what."

"There was a time we were all we had left" he says and you could hear the nostalgia in his voice.

"Well, things change now" you bump into him and he chuckles, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. "You are not alone. You got Sam and you got me" you smile at him and he looks at you, smiling back. How much you loved this happy side of him was beyond words.

"I couldn't be more thankful," he says. His hands fall from his pocket and for a moment you see him hesitate after lifting one hand, until he realizes you were on his left side, so he drops it.

"You can do it, you know?" His eyes go wide for a moment, like if you have read his mind.

"Was it that obvious?"

"A little" you giggle and you can see his cheeks flushing. You reach for his gloved hand, but he moves it out of your reach. "Easy steps, remember?" You pause as you look at him. He nods his head before moving his hand to yours and you hold it. "So…" you trail off and get close to him, taking his arm and wrapping it over your shoulder. "This is what you wanted to do, right?" You ask him with a smile.

"Too predictable?" He asks.

"Not at all," you grin. You notice he is almost hovering it, he is touching you alright but not letting it actually drop on your shoulder. "Relax," you say. He let out an air through his nostrils before he rests it completely. The arm wasn't that heavy, or it wasn't to you. You haven't said anything about the Serum still having a slight effect on you although you have slowly felt it leaving your body.

"Thank you, for being so patient," he looks down at you as you two walk down Central Park.

"I told you I'd wait for you, I meant that" you admit. "I'm sure you will get the hang of being around a girl real quick again" you tease.

"I wonder what Steve said to you about me" he chuckles.

"That you got all the girls, even the dates you got for him" you smirk. "A true charmer" you say playfully.

"Jerk" he chuckles. "I didn't even try."

"With those looks? Of course you didn't try. One word and girl's would show you their ankles in one go" you laugh.

"Now I see enough ankles" he looks around and you elbow his side playfully and he pretends to be hurt.

"Don't you dare look other girl's ankles, Barnes" you tease.

"I'll try," he chuckles. "How have you been feeling though?"

"It's...almost gone" you shrug. "I mean, I feel it still but it isn't like the first time."

"I don't like that," he frowns.

"I know. If that stays in my system you won't see me as someone you have to save or help cause I can take care of my own."

"It has never been about that, doll" you duck your head so your hair falls and covers your cheek. The word making your cheeks flush instantly. "I'll still be there to save you, and you don't need saving so it isn't even that. You don't need help. I'm just worried of the toll it could have on you. That was a prototype, we don't know the side effects it could have…" he admits.

"Hopefully none" you bite your lower lip.

"We will figure it out," Buck says as he stops to pull his phone out when it starts ringing. "Sam?" You eye him curiously as he answers.

"Look at those lovebirds, taking a walk through the park like old people" you hear Sam on the other side of the phone. Your eyes look around the green areas, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Considering I'm a hundred and six" Bucky is looking for him too, dropping his arm off your shoulder.

"You dumbasses realize that I can fly, right?" That makes you two look up and you squeak at the sight.

Sam was above you, his wings and uniform were different, more white than the colors that Steve used to wear for his Captain America uniform. It was a sight. He lands perfectly in front of you, wings extended before they get concealed.

"Holy shit, is that what you asked Shuri to do?" You ask Bucky.

"Just a little something," he shrugs.

"Damn, Sam." You laugh as you go around him, his wings coming out scaring you off making him laugh.

"You like it?" He asks.

"I do" you say and squeak again at the shield on his back. "Oh, that's awesome." You say as you poke the shield.

"Thanks, man." Sam says to Bucky with a grin.

"No problem." Bucky says with a nod of his head. "What's up?"

"Karli is going to try to sabotage the votes in the GRC tonight" Sam says.

"If you give me a chance to change to something more comfortable I can be there."

"Alright. Voting starts in an hour. I'll send you the coordinates" he says and the jetpack initiates. "Sorry for ruining your date!" He shouts as he goes up to fly away.

"Right," your lips pressing together and you turn to Bucky. "You are going to change too?"

"Nah, I think I'm good. I'll go with you."

"If you want you can go and meet with Sam. I'll be quick" you shrug. He eyes you and you tilt your head, "I'll be fine, Buck."

"Be fast," he says and pecks your lips before he walks away without a glance back at you. It takes you a second to process that gesture before you start running back to your place.

When you get into the building, Sam, Bucky and Sharon were already inside in their respective places for the mission. Karli was forcing everyone out, which you had to admit, it was quite smart. Then you find yourself in the garage of the building where the armored cars with the Senators were leaving from. "Bucky?"

"I'm here," he says as he comes from your side. "Karli distracted me on the phone." He says as he takes the keys from one of the bikes, tossing it to you before he gets on one of them. "You are coming with me."

"Seriously guys, you had one job," Sharon says from your earpiece.

"You worry about your guy" Bucky says as he accelerates the bike. "Stay behind me." You nod your head before reviving the engine and taking off as instructed.

When you arrive at the meeting point of the Flag Smashers, Bucky turns to you, "You still have that adrenaline rush?" He asks, not stopping his bike.

"I think so!" You shout.

"Get ready!" And with that he hits the break of the bike, sending him forward and he tackles one of the group.

You jump off yours before taking the bike by the handles and flinging it forward to the group, taking down two of them at once. You are quick to run to them and kick one on the side, sending him back a few feet away, the other one comes at you and you avoid their hits for a moment before they take both of your arms. You screech as they try to hold you back but you are quick to kick the back of the knee of one of them, making her lose her grip before you move backwards behind the other person, making them follow you for a moment which gives you the chance to use their weight to your advantage and fling them over you and to the floor with a loud thud.

"Karli!" You shout as you see the group lighting up both trucks. Bucky is quick to try to open one and you go for the other one but to no avail.

"Morgenthau!" Walker's voice echoes and your eyes widened and you look at Bucky.

"How the hell does he keep showing up?!" You ask, but not really expecting an answer.

John is getting beaten by the Flag Smashers and Bucky is quick to save him from one of them, and you get to Karli, kicking her on the side, sending her against a fence. "Don't make us do this, Karli." A member of the group catches you off guard and wraps their arm around your neck, Karli delivers a few punches into your stomach that takes your breath away before punching you in the face. You are let go of and drop to your knees. Yep, the Serum was wearing off. Your vision was blurry, but you see Karli kicking Bucky and you see him sliding to the edge of the construction site before falling, hearing his scream. "Bucky!" You shout and are quick to stand up and run to the edge.

Everything keeps happening in quick blurs. John helps hold back the falling truck you couldn't open, and he manages to almost do it until the group kept going at him making them all fall to where Bucky was. Sam stops the truck from falling and is able to open the doors thanks to Redwing, so you help the Senators before jumping down to where your friends were. Batroc throws smoke grenades and Karli and her crew escape your sight until Sam identifies them and you follow, along with Walker.

Next thing you know, Sam is bringing Karli's body and talking with the senators and you had to lean against one of the trucks to process her death. Of course you didn't know her, but she was just a kid fighting for a very good reason but in the wrong ways. She was just a kid.

The next morning, the sound of a knock on your door woke you up. You lazily stand up, dragging your legs across the floor to your apartment door. Usually you would ask before opening the door, but you were too tired from the fight from last night to even be careful. When you open the door, you find the Sergeant right in front of you. "Hi" he breathes out. "Sorry, I- I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No. It's okay. Um...Come in" you step aside and he walks in. His cerulean eyes look around your apartment while you close the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. It's just...I want to go visit someone, you know, about what Sam talked to me about...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. If not it's okay. It's early but-"

"Yeah," you interrupt him and he sighs in relief. "Just let me change real quick before we go" you pat his chest as you walk to your room, leaving him behind you. You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side and grabbing a bra and pulling it on, then throwing a shirt on. You reach for your jeans and step on them in front of the mirror, only to catch Bucky's eyes before they drift away like the gentleman he is.

He takes you in his bike to his destination, your arms wrapped around his waist. This felt too... intimate and your head can't help but wander off at the situation, you have to shake your head when things get heated in that daydreaming you were having. He parks the bike on the street side and turns it off. He was quiet, jaw clenched, eyes showing his concentration.

"Buck?" You call as you step out of the bike, following him. "Are you sure you are ready?" You ask him as you step in front of him.

"Yeah…" he clears his throat and your head tilts to the side.

"I'll be out the door, okay?"

"I don't know where to start…" he admits, looking at the entrance of the building. He was nervous, fidgeting with his own fingers, his voice slightly trembling.

"You will when it comes to it" you nod your head. You take his vibranium hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Just one more name and you will be free, Bucky." A smile goes up your lips and his head nods.

"I know... It's just...he trusted me from day one. Telling him this about his son after so long…"

"I'm sure Yori will understand, not right away, but he will" he returns the squeeze of your hand before letting go. He walks inside and you follow him closely. He hesitates in front of the door before knocking. You lean against the wall, he looks back at you and you nod your head before his eyes return to the door as it opens.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Yori asks as he looks at James. "It's early, come in before someone calls the cops" the man says before he catches your form a few feet away. "Is she with you?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, but don't worry about her…" Bucky waves off. You nod your head to the man with a smile before Bucky walks in and the door closes.

You wait patiently outside, your head resting against the wall and closing your eyes. Not even twenty minutes go by until you hear the door opening and Bucky walking out, shutting the door close behind him. You could see he was on the verge of tearing up, the tip of his nose red, his shoulders hunched and his head hanging low. "Bucky," you call quietly and he looks at you. He walks up to you and you wrap your arms around him. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay…" you coo as he holds you close to him, the few tears he let out wetting your shirt. "You gave him closure, Bucky. You gave yourself closure. You did the right thing…"

"He won't forgive what I did. What I did to his son…" his voice was shaking and it broke your heart into a million pieces.

"He won't forget, but he will understand later that it wasn't really you. I promise" your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers soothingly moving along his scalp.

After a few seconds, he pulls away before taking his book out of his jacket pocket, taking out a pencil as well and scratching the name off his book. He stares at the book for a moment, looking at all the names he has crossed. Your hands place on top of his and you press your lips against the back of his palms, he looks down at you and nods his head before sighing and putting the book back on his pocket. "I need to do one more stop…"

After taking the bag with the book and an envelope with Bucky's gratitude. He takes you back to your place. You don't remove your arms from around his waist until after he turns the bike off. "Feeling better?" You ask, your chin resting on his shoulder blade.

"I do," he says with a nod of his head.

"Come on," you say and pat his back before stepping out of the bike and walking to your apartment. He is quiet as he walks with you and comes through the door, sitting on your couch. "We have to drink for today" you say as you walk to your fridge and pull two beers out, tossing one to him which he is quick to catch with his vibranium arm. "For closures, for partners, and for the beginning of something new" you say with a smile as you sit beside him.

"Cheers to that" he raises his beer before the two bottles make a crystal sound as they bump into each other. He takes a sip from his drink and stares at the bottle afterwards, his mind somewhere else.

"Steve would be proud, you know?" The mention of his best friend's name makes his eyes light up. "I know I am" you say as you take a swig.

"I thought I would never be able to finish that list," he says. "There's still one person I couldn't even apologize for what I did back then. I know they hated me for it but-"

"You are talking about Tony?" His head nods. "He never brought it up after what happened" you say. "Tony felt betrayed, Steve kept that from him, never mentioned it. That alone and the accords complicated things to a different level."

"That was a horrible moment…"

"Tell me about it" you say and take a sip of your beer, so does he. "I had to step out, I couldn't fight Tony, I couldn't fight Steve or you. The best thing I did was to stay out of it. I couldn't have forgiven myself if I fought any of you…" you say. "Tony wouldn't have admitted it...but I know he knew it wasn't something you could've controlled."

"Even then, I never got a chance to say something about it…" he says as he fidgets with the bottle. His cheekbones doing that thing you couldn't describe but you found attractive…

"I'm sure he understood in the long run…" you assure him. Bucky was looking at the floor, lost in thought.

"Hey, no. Let's not ruin the good moment we were having" you whine as you lean against him and he let out a soft chuckle. "We have to celebrate later with Sam. He is officially out there as Captain America," you raise your bottle and grin.

"True" you can see how proud Bucky was of Sam by the smile that appeared on his lips. "I'm glad he took the shield back."

"I'm sure he is too, and he will do a great job. He already did with that speech." There is a moment of silence. "I'll go get another one, you want one too?" You ask him noticing his beer was about to be empty.

"Uh, yeah, sure" he lifts it up.

You walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge, pulling two beers. "I have to restock-" you say as you turn around only to be met by Bucky's body a few inches away. His gaze was soft as he looked down at you. You could feel his hot breath close to you, and you were sure he could hear the fast beating of your heart. His tongue runs along his lips, and you can't help but bite on your lower lip as you look up into his eyes. "Bucky-"

"I just...want to try something…" his vibranium takes the beers from your hands and sets them aside, then resting it against the fridge, caging you, but where in any other situation you would've been defensive, you were calm because this was all Bucky, not the Winter Soldier. His other hand moves to the side of your neck, his fingers resting on the nape of it, moving ever so slowly. You can feel your cheeks flushing, your breath hitching as he leans in, his lips pressing against yours slowly. Three times you two have kissed, three times he has kissed you differently and three times you have felt different.

The first kiss was an impulse of yours, very out of place, but he kissed back anyway, even if it was a liplock kind of kiss. You felt guilty about it, you felt like you took advantage of the situation and you two had a small argument about how you shouldn't apologize for it. The second back at Sam's house which he initiated. It lasted somewhat longer than the first one, it was something that happened with the moment because you were talking about your status. Now this, which you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to try that something. You melted into the kiss, trying to mold your body against his. Your hands rest on both sides of his hip ever so lightly, your lips moving slowly against his, his tongue brushing your upper lip. Your head tilts, deciding to test the waters by deepening the kiss, and you were glad when he didn't pull away like the first time.

His body presses closer to yours and your fingers curl around his shirt, unconsciously pulling him closer. Your teeth graze his lips and he hums, and gosh you would lie if that didn't awaken something in you. He pulls away slightly, and you take the chance to get your breathing in check, your eyes open slowly while his remain close for a few more opens until his eyelids lift. "You good?" You ask under your breath and he nods, noticing he was short of breath as well. One of your hands let go of his shirt, moving up his side and wrapping around his neck, the one on your neck moves to your waist, holding you close to him but he leaves against the fridge his metal arm.

His lips connect with yours again, this time isn't slow, it's more urgent and you can't help but give into it. You bring him closer, if possible, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongue trails his lower lip, and he grants the access, a soft moan escaping your lips as his own intertwine with yours. His finger traces your skin where your shirt rolled a bit and you shiver under his touch at the contact of his hand touching a part of skin he hadn't touched before.

Then your phone goes off and you break the kiss, your forehead resting against his as you pant, so does Bucky. "I-"

"Yeah. It could be urgent…" he clears his throat and drops his left hand from the fridge and the one on your back. You look at his lips one last time, catching your breath before walking to the table and picking up your phone.

"Hey, Sam" you say as you look at Bucky who slowly turns to face you.

"Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to invite you and Barnes to a cookout my family will have tomorrow."

"Oh, uh" you look at Bucky who shrugs. "Sure, I'll let him know."

"He already knows, huh?" Sam chuckles.

"Shut up, Sam," you say playfully.

"Well, be safe. Have fun. Not too much fun though" Sam chuckles.

"Weren't you the one to tell us to take baby steps?"

"Depends on how big the baby already is."

"Sam!"

"I'll see you two tomorrow! Bye now!" And he hangs up.

You stare at the phone in your hand before sighing. "Cookout tomorrow?" You offer the man an apologetic smile, tapping your phone against your palm.

"Would be nice to go back," Bucky shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I go if you go."

"Only if you want to" you walk to the counter, standing on the other side of it so it was the only thing between you two. "We can take the first flight tomorrow. I can go and pick you up," you shrug. Then you have that idea… "Or you-" you stop yourself. Nope. Too straightforward. "Nevermind."

"What were you going to say?" His head tilts, eyeing you curiously.

"Oh, nothing" you put your phone down on the counter and scroll through the airline app looking for a flight. "There is a flight tomorrow at 5am. We can get there early to spend some good time there." Best attempt to change the subject, but when you look up, Bucky is eyeing you. "Oh, no. I'm not gonna talk."

His lips purse and he walks around the counter and you curse under your breath. "Would it be that bad?"

"Terrible actually," you swallow harshly as he stands in front of you, his arms crossing against his chest making his biceps bulge out. Why was he like this? His head nods in agreement, but he has that face that you know he won't let go of it until you speak up. You sigh. "Fine," you pause. "Can I walk you through a hypothetical?"

"Using my words. This sounds promising" he says, and you see that playful smile on his lips which purse as he waits for the answer. No matter how many times he smiled, you were glad about two things. One, that he was now falling to the Bucky he once was, he was getting his personality back. Two, that his smiles were around you, that you in a way have helped him. Yes, there was still a long way to go because he still hesitates about some things, but it was okay. Every new thing he tried you took it as a huge step.

"So, what if, hypothetically, you…" you trail off, "you stayed the night and we go to the airport." His gaze softens, and you see he is thinking of your words. "Hypothetically, okay? Like, just an idea. That way we just go straight to the airport." You can't help but chew on the inside of your cheek nervously.

"That's- I would- I would like that" he was stammering. "But, um...I don't want to make you feel-"

"If you say uncomfortable after you kissed me not more than five minutes ago I'm gonna kick your ass" you say and he smirks, but he remains somewhat serious. "You can sleep on the couch" you were regretting this. The more you say, the more you felt you were screwing it up. "I mean, if you want, Buck. It was a random suggestion." You wave off and turn around to continue looking for the flights.

"Hey" Bucky calls and you continue on your phone. His hand rests on your back before it reaches your waist and turns you around, you avoid his gaze but he bends down a little to meet it. "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, doll" he starts. "But I- I don't trust myself enough to stay around you while the nightmares are still there. I don't want to hurt you."

"Bucky," your hand rests on his cheek, his stubble poking the inside of your palm, feeling his warmth. "I trust you." He leans against your hand and kisses the inside of it, sending warmth all over your body. His cerulean eyes were looking at you with such affection that was making you weak. "I know the Winter Soldier is gone. It's just a matter of time that the nightmares will stop, when you feel more at ease."

"I know, doll" he nods his head and you smile softly at him. He pulls you closer to him, leaning in and kissing your forehead. Lips lingering there for a moment. "I'll go get my things. Text me which flight you choose" he says as he pulls away, letting go of your body before walking out the door.

You felt like this trip could help him. There was nothing to be worried about. No Zemo. No Karli. No Flag Smashers. He could now be at ease and sort his thoughts out now that he has finished his book. This could be the perfect getaway if things planned out right.

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what's your take on the foxes mbti?

oh buddy ur never gonna believe this but i wrote a foxes MBTI post YEARS ago

im also not into mbti anymore and haven't been for many years so that post is probably still more accurate and in-depth than what i could give you now. i’m just gonna copy the whole thing but i read it over and it still totally vibes w how i understand the characters, like way more than i was expecting it to. i only made one edit (it’s marked) and it was to add a detail not change anything

i hope you’re really really into mbti otherwise this’ll probably be gobbeldegook

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i used to be obessively into mbti so here’s an analysis based on cognitive functions mostly.

SKIP IF YOU WANT. for anyone with no idea how it works, here’s a quick rundown: cognitive functions are about the way people think, process, and prioritize information, not necessarily how they act, though people who think the same way often act the same. the 8 letters that make up a type represent how people process and prioritize internal and external stimuli. every letter actually has an ‘internal’ and 'external’ form so there’s Thinking (internal(ti) and external(te)), Feeling (internal(fi) and external(fe)), Sensing (internal(si) and external(se)), and iNtuition(internal(ni) and external(ne)) t’s always go with a corresponding and opposite f (like ti and fe always go together), same with s’s and n’s (ex: si and ne always go together). a set of  t, f, s, and n in a specific order makes an mbti type.

neil: intp (ti ne si fe)

neil has incredible analytical ability although it’s very programmed for survival but he’s also a fast thinker and very quick to adapt to new environments. he also approaches things from original angles that other people dont consider, all that sounds like high ti/ne. the lower functions fit well too. in times of stress, he returns to old habits and falls back on what’s familiar, that’s classic low si. his emotions are also very exterior. he’s bad with other people from lack of exposure, but he’s committed to harmony between those close to him and has an impeccable ability to read the emotional states of others while being completely oblivious of his own, and his sense of self is tied to exterior things like exy, friends, keys, and legal documents (lol) that’s fe

andrew: intj (ni te fi se)

ni is really hard to describe but it has to do with being able to draw conclusions from scattered input, which fits with andrew’s uncanny ability to spot lies and obsession with finding out the truth, especially with high te, which is about spatial order and logic, think of how prioritized he is with the physical order of things: who sits where, who wears what, etc. a lot of people want to make andrew infj i bet as like a “subversive reading” but he’s definitely not. i used to be really close to an infj and they have hyper-empathy, as in she would describe not just caring about other people and being able to read their emotional states but literally feeling the things the people around her felt. this is a common result of the ni/fe combo, and the reason why andrew is definitely not infj. tertiary fi fits very well instead because andrew is deeply attuned to his own inner emotional state. he’s self-confident and doesn’t care about other people’s perception of him, but he’s also very concerned with his own feelings and understanding them, even if they’re repressed. he’s also very aware of his physical surroundings, which plays into his deductive ability, although it’s not his focus. that’s low se

kevin: estj (te si ne fi)

kevin is a classic estj. he’s controlling, demanding, and driven. he tries to control the actions of those around him and gets very distressed when things dont run smoothly, as well as having strong feelings about improving efficiency. high te people make great managers. kevin’s whole story arc is about breaking old habits, which is a very si problem. it has to do with trusting and craving memory and familiarity, and explains kevins need for endless repetition. he’s innovative, though, coming up with new strategies and drills (ne), it’s just based on what’s already familiar, and you can see him spiral into creating all possible worst-case scenarios when he’s stressed (low ne stress reaction, they like to be prepared). finally, he’s a dick, but he cares about other people and wants to improve their lives, as well as being very reliant on other people’s perceptions of him to define his own self-image (low fe)

dan: esfj (fe si ne ti)

dan’s top priority, over everything else, is her team. she wants her team to improve, she wants her team to win, she wants her team to work together. it’s all about the collective. we also see that she’s very open with others and makes a lot of effort to both make new ties and maintain old ones, that’s high fe. she’s sentimental and attached to the past too (si)  esp the photo wall, but we also see her very unwilling to let go of the past ie the monsters but eventually willing to change and grow to mend team cohesion (ne). we also see the fight in underlying logic (low ti) with her: she knows the team needs the monsters to cooperate but she cant figure out how to do it

matt: enfj (fe ni se ti)

so enfj’s experience infj hyper-empathy too, but to a slightly lesser extent (primary fe is more group cohesion, secondary fe is more understanding others), and through this we see matt’s easy-going open friendliness and ability to befriend even prickly little neil, because he has an extremely good sense of what other people are feeling and need, it also explains why he doesn’t hold a grudge against the cousins in the same way dan does, because he understands where they were coming from. se is associated with a general boisterousness for life, as it’s about experiencing the world around you, which explains matt’s happy-go-lucky disposition and puppydog behavior. the ti aspects mostly go into supporting fe/ni empathic senses

allison: entj (te ni se fi)

i mean, allison’s controlling, both in that she orders other people around and in that her physical being and space are very planned and organized (her clothes, her hair, her makeup, etc) but at the same time there isn’t much sentimentality to her, like how she doesn’t care when her car was destroyed. she easily replaces things because she cares about the object’s purpose, not its history and that all smacks of high te/ni. and i mean, the se definitely contributes to her love of designer things and killer looks, because she cares about the world immediately around her, and why live if not in luxury? and fi? is there any character more aggressively self-confident than allison reynolds?? going against her parents’ wishes for her takes a really strong, independent sense of self, but we also see the problems that can come from not worrying about other people, in how she starts fights and can be abrasive and catty

renee: infp (fi ne si te)

okay this one was really hard tbh. a list of other considerations: isfp, istp, and infj. it’s very easy to read renee as high fe because she’s kind, but i think it’s a mischaracteration of why she’s kind. it’s not because it comes naturally to her, it’s because it’s a conscious choice that makes her feel better about herself. high fi people often read as fe because they’re so comfortable with themselves and in tune with their own needs that they can then go and provide for others. i associate her religion with ne, because contemplation and acceptance of the divine later in life is a very metaphysical undertaking that undoubtedly requires a lot of abstract thought. renee’s storyline also revolves a lot around using things from her past and putting a conscious effort into leaving things from her past behind (how she still uses the skills she learned from her past in new ways ie sparring with andrew and protecting the upperclassmen v/s how she held on to her knives even when she knew it was detrimental to her moving on) this sounds like si. her protective instincts also feed into the te need for order, but it’s a looser leash than say andrew, as it’s lower on her function stack but still present

nicky: esfp (se fi te ni)

godd nicky is like a prototypical esfp. i mean nicholas “sex, drugs, and parties” hemmick cant be anything but se dominant. nicky is all about living it up and living in the moment. like he’s sporadic and ive seen it lead people to think he could be enfp but he doesn’t think enough about the meaning of things to be ne dominant (like how he makes somewhat predatory jokes and such, he’s all about the here-and-now while ne is about the past and future simultaneously). also he of all characters has incredibly prominent fi, as his whole character is about living unashamedly as himself as a gay man and the immense self-awareness and inner strength it takes not only to come out to unaccepting parents but also to leave and start a new life when they rejected him. however, fi is also indicative of his communication problems with his family, as he’s unable to tell that the cousins are fundamentally different from him in their needs and boundaries, leading him to pushing them, making them uncomfortable, and being unable to help them, because he’s unable to understand them. the rest are much more hidden, but a party boy shopaholic like nicky would probably need some amount of te order in like an organized chaos fashion (and he’s often headcanoned as liking to throw parties) and you do see him become somewhat pushy, even controlling in those scenarios. ni is the hardest but could maybe be seen in how he’s attuned to the cousins reactions for all that he cant predict them/doesn’t do anything on his own part to prevent them (the way he handles andrew is like if someone poked a rattlesnake knowing damn well what it would do and then freaked out when he got bit)

aaron: istj (si te fi ne)

im a little iffy on this one and worry it might be an analysis based on his trauma instead of complimentary to it, but aaron’s arc is about breaking out of his habit of holding on to the past. he refuses to work towards moving on from his mother’s death, refuses to listen to things that contradict his preconceived notions, and refuses to make changes in his life that could improve it. that’s unhealthy si. he’s really a very unhealthy istj, and most of his traits manifest through his unhappiness with his life. take his te. that would imply that he needs control over his surroundings, but aaron is incredibly bitter and unhappy BECAUSE he doesn’t have control of his surroundings. he doesn’t get to make his own choices, he doesn’t get to control his space, and he hates it. his relationship with katelyn is also indicative of being an istj. it’s stable, not a passionate fling, but aaron is mocked for wanting that white picket fence, married with kids in the suburbs kind of life, and his relationship, which is his primary source of happiness, is built on stability, which is a very si thing to do. in terms of fi, it is aaron that ultimately forces change between himself and andrew. he may have been pushed but he ultimately came down to him knowing what made him happy and what made him miserable and acting on that. also, he’s an ornery asshole who clearly doesn’t care what other people think of him. fi. i dont really have anything to say in terms of ne, probably because he’s so unhealthy but also because he’s not too explored. heyy istj’s make great doctors

wymack: isfj (si fe ti ne)

okay this one was genuinely the hardest to decide on but ultimately i came to the conclusion that wymack, much like renee, is such a developed person that he loses many defining traits of the functions, and can be read in many different ways. so: wymack’s primary goal is the safety and betterment of other people (ie his team). he wants to help people overcome their pasts, which is a very atypical approach to si, but is si nonetheless. on a personal level, too, he’s never able to move on from people, and specifically never moved on from kayleigh,  continuing their shared dream of an exy team for abused kids long after her death. as ive said before, fe in a secondary position is about deep understanding of other people, and wymack’s ability to understand what other people are struggling through is legendary. the ti mostly serves as support to the fe, serving as the analytical backup in allowing him to understand others. as for ne: he is most definitely an innovator with unusual ideas, or the foxes wouldn’t exist

riko: estp (se ti fe ni)

riko is basically what happens when an estp goes bad down to the core. he’s obsessed with personal glory and immediate self-fulfillment (se) he has no impulse control or fear of consequences. interestingly, high se is often associated with athleticism, because high se people are intensly focused on their surroundings (exy). his ti is also super unhealthy as he gets obsessed with ideas that dont really work with objective reality, like his obsession with ownership and power dynamics despite them not actually being efficient, even backwards. the tertiary fe he uses to manipulate. he doesn’t empathize with others, but he can tell their emotional state and what’s important to them, and uses it to coerce them and destroy their sense of self, like how he knew he could get neil to the nest by threatening andrew. EDIT: /additionally, fe people especially in the lower half of the function stack tend to derive their sense of self from the perceptions of others around them, which riko very much shows in how he needs to be acknowledged as the best and won’t allow any competition for his title, as well as his desperation for acknowledgement from his family/. finally, that ni allowed him to keep multiple plans in place focused on one ultimate goal: getting kevin back. the sheer amount of schemes he sets up in order to fool and push people the way he wants is honestly kinda impressive, but he’s a toxic shithead and im glad he’s rotting. definitely not representative of all estp’s

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this is honestly SO funny to read back a few years later bc HOOOOO boy was i way too into this stuff. and this was written a couple years after my Peak MBTI Obsession, which was honestly scary

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[tinyboxxtink]

Hey so loved your black magic series! I read your post about using REE/Rafael. I’ll read anything you write but this idea to me is RPF and kind of squicks. ☹️ Maybe if you use another character he played? Nevada?! Someone sees “Barba” doing something super bad and they’re all “omg omg” and think it’s Barba? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I hear you, I do. HOWEVER, I made a "Version" of Raul Esparza in this story that is 5 years younger, and...I hate to say it, "more" famous?

IDK I wrote a 'prototype' chapter last night, so I'm gonna put this to you. I assume/hope you're an avid reader and I can gauge the public consensus, but also I want ALL my readers to be happy!!

So here, read this and then tell me if you still find the idea "Squicky".

That goes for anyone else! Maybe I should put my tag list in here....

The way I wrote him though anon, I truly feel in my heart that it's not RPF, because like I said RPF freaks me out as well.

Before you already go in skeptical, let me set up the plot I had planned. {As told to @madamsnape921 in an IM:

the thing was gonna start that someone sees Rafael proposing to the reader, and tells a tabloid that Raul Esparza is engaged to some rando. Because they think that it was him. And then Rafa, the reader and Chloe start to discuss on how either it's a multiverse thing, or a doppelganger thing because it turns out that Rafael and Raúl are very similar, like personality traits and the Broadway dream, except that Raul's childhood was basically the opposite of Rafael's so Chloe THINKS that Raul is Rafael from a "multiverse".

Right and then Raul goes to Rafael's office to confront him and then the reader and Chloe are there to take Rafael out to lunch and they're like holy shit!

And Rafael is super uncomfortable with the idea of the reader EVER being in a show with Raul because obviously they're like the same person and Raul probably has more in common with her

Oh and also Raul is five years younger, and thinner. So then Raul's like you shouldn't listen to him, I could really help you with your career.

Annnnd that's all I have so far.

Okay so read this really and tell me you honest opinion.

Screw it putting the tag list:

Tag List

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@omgsuperstarg

You were walking towards the exit of Central Park hand in hand with your now fiancee, when all of a sudden two giggling girls came running up to you.

“Oh my god!!!!! Raul we didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” One of them started squealing.

“Fiancee,” He corrected. “Wait I’m sorry, what? Did you just call me Raul?”

“Uh...yeah, duh,” One of the girls made a face. “Raul Esparza?”

“What?” You bursted out laughing. “I’m sorry, you think he’s Raul Esparza?”

“Um, we know he is,” The other one crossed her arms.

“Um, no he isn’t!” You wrapped your arm around Rafael protectively, as if the two girls were going to kidnap him or something.

“I can promise you ladies, I am not-- whoever you just said,” Rafael assured them.

“Why are you doing this? Are you trying not to embarrass your lady friend here?” One of the girls made a weird face at you.

“Wha? No--” Rafael tried to defend himself but the girls were already clearly ticked off.

“Wow, I have heard of actors trying to get away from fans but completely pretending to be another person, that’s pretty low Raul,” One of them glared at Rafael.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken you much effort to just take a selfie with us,” The other one added with a scowl.

“I...um--” He looked to you for help, but you just shrugged. You had no idea how to handle such a weird situation.

“I guess we can take one--” He offered.

“Oh no, forget it now,” One girl scoffed.

“Yeah, jerk!” The other one stomped her foot and they both sauntered away angrily.

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“...What the hell was that?” Rafael looked at you in utter confusion and disbelief, you just gave him a “wtf” smile.

“I have no idea baby--”

“Oh my god, are you guys ok?” Chloe suddenly came running up behind you. “What the hell did those teeny boppers want? To rob you with water guns or something?”

“No they-- they wanted a selfie?” Rafael was still confused, trying to figure out what just happened.

“A selfie? With you?” Chloe snorted.

“No-- With Raul Esparza,” You looked at her with a confused smile. It was pretty entertaining to think that your fiance looked like a Broadway star.

“I don’t get it, you said that I didn’t even look like him!” Rafael looked at you.

“I mean I said I didn’t see it, and that you were more handsome,”

“....Yeah well you might wanna rethink that answer babe,” Chloe’s eyes were wide as she handed you her phone. She had googled RAUL ESPARZA, and the images that popped up were-- Rafael’s face.

“Oh my God…” You whispered, showing Rafael the phone. He quickly pulled out his own and started searching for himself. You handed Chloe back her phone and did the same. Pages and pages of articles about Raul Esparza’s shows, and accelaides, and all with Rafael's face plastered all over them.

“He’s….me,” Rafael whispered in horror.

“He looks more like you than you do!” You teased, he looked at you with a very serious face. Clearly he was not ready to joke about this yet.

“Holy shit. This is some multiverse shit,” Chloe muttered as she went through her Google search.

“Excuse me?” You asked her.

“You know, the multiverse theory? There’s an infinite amount of universes in every decision anyone ever makes.”

“Meaning…?” Rafael asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Raul could be Rafael, if he hadn’t given up on his Broadway dream,”

“Oh my god,” Rafael started laughing. “Chloe, did you get loaded in the park or something?”

“Oh okay, so you have a better idea, big brain lawyer?” She crossed her arms.

“He might not, but I do,” You piped up, showing her your phone.

“Doppelgangers?” Chloe read with a face.

“Yes, it’s a fact that there are 5 people in the world with the EXACT same face,” You continued reading.

“And he just happens to live in New York, where Rafael lives? AND is on Broadway, the one thing Rafael gave up?”

“Look sure it’s a million to one shot that those events would line up, but what’s more plausible: Doppelganger or ‘Multiverse’?” You looked at Chloe, who looked at Rafael, so you turned to Rafael as well.

“...Wha--are you asking me?” He asked.

“I mean it is your face,” You shrugged. “What do you think, baby?”

“I’m leaning towards a doppelganger, sorry Chloe,” He shrugged as well.

“Yeah well, you’re probably right,” Chloe nodded as she read her own phone, still on Raul Esparza info. “Most likely because he’s five years YOUNGER than you,”

“WHAT?!” Rafael grabbed her phone; as he read it, his face fell. “Oh God, no…”

“Wha--What does it matter how old he is, Rafa?” You furrowed your brows.

“Or the fact that he’s clearly thinner and more attractive,” Chloe added with a smirk.

“CHLOE,” You scolded her. “What the ever loving fuck?”

“Well, I’m just saying-- Look at them side by side,” Chloe had a photo of Rafael from some mayor’s ball next to Raul Esparza at the Tonys, both in tuxedo’s. You wouldn’t admit to Rafael but Raul was definitely thinner, and...he looked a lot younger. It was probably Botox or something you were sure, but still….

“Okay but again WHY does it matter--?” You wanted to change the subject.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N-- This is what you want to do!” He gestured to Chloe’s phone.

“....I don’t want Raul--” You started.

“No, you want to be on Broadway though!! And, and what if someday, God forbid, you end up in a show with this guy? He clearly already has a leg up on me compatibility wise, and as Chloe so kindly pointed out, a leg up on me age and attractiveness wise, and--” Rafael started ranting and rambling, talking lightening fast, as he did when he got upset or excited.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up there counselor,” You put up a hand to his face. “Are you actually insinuating that if I worked with Raul Esparza, that I would magically fall in love with him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Rafael was triggered by the mention of magic and love.

“Okay but I’m not even saying ‘magic’ magic, I’m just saying-- What do you think because he’s an actor, and younger than you I’m just going to think I’m better off with him? Just because he has your face?” You gave him a small “oh honey” smile as you placed your hands on either of his face.

“No, but if you have to play his love interest, and you spend every day with him, it might blur the lines--” He started grumbling.

“Rafael, baby--” You shook his head in your hands. “I am still in SCHOOL. I am nowhere NEAR being in a Broadway show as a freaking techie, let alone a love interest starring opposite Raul Esparza,”

“Yeah, I mean this guy is huge-- 3 Tonys, 2 Emmys, an Oscar--” Chloe rattled off, but stopped when she realized you were glaring at her. “What? I’m helping!”

“...See? He’s far too famous for me,” You pressed your forehead to Rafael’s.

“Right, and I’m just the lowly ADA,” He muttered.

“Lowly my ass, Rafa,” You hit him playfully. “You are the most respected ADA in all of New York,”

“I’m the only ADA of New York,” He made a face.

“Not true! Just the city,” You beamed, proud of yourself you did some research once you had gotten together.

“My point is Rafael,” You now put your hands on his collar and pulled yourself into him. “You are all the acclaim I need,” You kissed him softly. “You’re my everything, I mean for fuck’s sake you just held a one man flash mob to propose to me! Let’s Raul Esparza do THAT,” You laughed, hoping to make him feel better. As his scowl melted into a smile, you knew you had succeeded.

“That was pretty romantic wasn’t it?” He beamed, proud of himself.

“It was EPIC,” Chloe chimed in, for good this time.

“Your voice is beautiful by the way,” You had forgotten in the midst of all of the romantic hubbub to compliment him. “I’m really sorry you had to give up Broadway,”

“Yeah, well-- apparently some part of me didn’t,” He gestured to his phone.

“Well he doesn’t have me,” You pointed out.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Rafael grinned as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

“Now can we please just forget about--” You hesitated, deciding not to mention his name again. “Anything else, and just focus on our engagement night?”

“Well, I suppose--” He nodded as he put an arm around you, and the three of you continued to walk through the park.

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Across town in a swanky New York Penthouse, an alert went off on Raul Esparza’s phone. He had it set to notify him any time his name appeared in a headline on the internet. He glanced over and picked it up, reading the notification. As he read it, his eyes widened and his face grew red. He stood up and yelled to no one in particular,

“Who the FUCK is trying to impersonate me?!”

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #raul esparza fanfiction #but not really #anon ask #black magic #doppelganger #law and order svu fanfiction

[hotcaramelmachiatto]

Luffy x Reader

Imagine: Being Luffy's friend when you were children with Sabo and Ace and running into (quite literally) him at Loguetown. He asks you to join his crew!

Pairing: Luffy x fem! close friend! witch! Reader

Warning: fluffy

H/c=hair color | s/c=skin color | y/n/n= your nickname

You sighed, pulling your cloak over shoulders and tucking your wand into your belt. Being the extremely clever witch you were, you had just swindled your way into halfing the price of your ingredients for your next potion. You desperately needed them and if swindling meant using a sleeping spell on the shop owner, then so be it. Your dream was to become the worlds greatest and most powerful witch. As a child, your parents died and you were raised by a small coven of witches who taught you everything you knew.

You smiled softly at the memory of your adopted family until you heard the shop keeper shout at you from the small distance you had put between yourself and the shop of oddities.

"Thief!! Stop her!!!" The shop keeper started yelling and causing a commotion, so you did the most logical thing you could think of.

You ran. Down the alleyway and down the street.

"Shit," you cursed to yourself as you dodged the streetfolk.

Only recently did you get a high bounty, being worth 100,000,000 belly, dead or alive. You attacked a Marine base and managed to flatten the entire building because some oppressive Marines were abusing your little coven. Your witches weren't the strongest but they were kind women with warm hearts. When one of them, Grandmother Poppyseed, refused to comply to their demands any longer, they killed her in front of your eyes. You were so filled with rage that you attacked the Marines for revenge. Not your proudest moment but you don't regret a single thing. You free your coven and gave back the stolen goods the Marines had taken from your fellow witches. But, because of your bounty, you had to leave them. You couldn't make yourself put them in harm's way. So you left to pursue your dream, landing you here. Running from a shop keeper.

You made a sharp turn, hoping to shake anyone who was on your tail, and ran right into someone. Their skin was so . . . . rubbery? Wait. . .

You know this skin. You've felt the rubber before.

"Uuugggghhh. . . what the?" It was. It was Luffy!! You had him sandwiched (hehehehe sand witched) between your bust and the cobblestone ground. "What's goin on?"

"Luffy!! Is it really you?!" You squealed, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at you with a perplexed look on his face before his eyes brightened and shone like the sunlight bouncing off the ocean waters. He wrapped his rubber arms around you three or four times and squeezed, his legs wrapping around your waist, causing the pair of you to roll over giggling like morons.

"Y/n!! Its been so long!! I'm so happy to see you!!" He buried his face in your neck like he always used to and you squeezed him tighter. Its been years since you've seen him. Of course you kept up with the News Coo and read all about him as well as supported him in spirit, but you never thought you'd run into him. Literally.

"Luffy! I can't believe it!" You pulled away just enough to look at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands tenderly. You smirked and squeezed and pulled on them, making him make all kinds of faces.

"Oooowww! Y/n/n at uuurrrtttssss!!!" (That hurts!) He whined and pouted, unhooking his arms around around your curved waist to nurse his cheeks. You two were so lost in each other's world that you completely missed the several stunned faces staring at you. Luffy's Nakama, the Straw Hats, were watching this little reunion in utter confusion.

"Can someone explain to me what the hell is happening? Is- does Luffy have a-?"

"Y/n/n has been my best friend since we were kids! Isn't that right, y/n/n?" Luffy interrupted a beautiful young girl with short orange hair. You nodded in response and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hugging your waist.

"Sorry, Lu. I didn't mean to just run into you." You stood up and offered him your hand, to which he took and stood up. You opened your mouth to intoduce yourself until a man with big pink heart eyes and yellow hair threw himself at your feet.

"Oh Y/n-swan!! You're absolutely gorgeous!! Your smooth s/c skin, your h/c hair, your beautiful perfect eyes!! You're perfect!! Please, find it in your heart, marry me!!" He squealed as he took your form in. Your curves, your bust, your long legs. He was practically drooling until the green haired swordsman smacked him with the hilt of one of his . . . three swords?

"Damn ero-cook." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Teme!! You dare swear in front of such a lovely woman?!??" The yellow haired man growled, practically on fire. You chuckled and slung an arm over Luffy's shoulders.

"Its all good. I'm Y/n. I knew Luffy when he was a snot nosed brat." You bumped him with his hip and he pouted.

"Its nice to meetcha. Im Nami." The orange haired woman spoke up with a smile. "Ero-cook is named Sanji and the green Morimo is Zoro. That guy is Usopp." She pointed to each guy.

"Hi! I'm Usopp!!" He puffed his chest out to look more manly and you snorted at him. "I'm the strongest sniper you'll ever meet!"

"I'm sure. Its nice to meet you all too." You smiled, resting your hand on your hip.

"What're you doing here, Y/n/n?" Luffy spoke up, tilting his head and making you smile softly at your childhood friend's cuteness.

"I was just doing some shopping for my next potion. I'm hoping to make the first potion that let's devil fruit users able to swim again." You smiled proudly and Luffy's eyes practically popped out of his head.

"NANI?!?!?!" The whole crew exclaimed in unison.

"Its not possible, though! Devil fruit users make the ocean hate them. You couldn't possibly undo something like that." Usopp's jaw looked like it needed to be lifted off the ground with a forklift and you laughed lightly at the sight.

"Do you know how much money you could make if you made one of those?!?" Nami screeched and buried her fingers in her hair.

You shrugged, "Probably a lot. But I'm not interested in the money."

". . . . can I have it then?" Nami pursed her lips in a puppy faced pout that Sanji gushed over and Zoro rolled his eyes at.

"I guess. I'm still in the process of figuring things out but its hard because I dont have anyone to test it on. I'm not a devil fruit user." You peaked into your bag and grabbed your prototype. It was a green and orange thin liquid that sloshed around in the purple vial you had it stored in. "This isn't the final product but with this I got fairly close according to my limited research." You were about to put it away when Luffy took it from your hands.

"Ill test it for you!" He chimed happily, opening the vial. A foul smell came from the green and orange steam that floated out of the vial.

"Luffy, it could be dangerous! Its not-"

Before you could continue further, he doesn't the whole thing and made you facepalm.

"Ew!! Y/n/n, that's gross!!" He stuck his tongue out and made a face. "Now I feel sick." He whined and clutched his stomach.

"She tried to tell you. Baka." Usopp spoke and shook his head and so did the rest of the crew.

"I have some golden ginger root that's really good for stomach aches when you make tea out of it. If you like, I can make some." You offered, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yay!! Y/n/n is coming back to our ship!!" Luffy squealed happily.

"Yay!! Y/n-swan!!!" Sanji squealed along side Luffy. This was perfect. You got to be with Luffy again and you got away from being in trouble.

"You guys go ahead. I need to do some shopping." Nami slung her satchel full of belly over her shoulder.

"Me too," Zoro agreed and started walking off.

"I better go with him to make sure he doesn't get lost." Usopp ran after Zoro and Nami split off as well with a smile and a wave.

"I actually need to get groceries. Luffy, do you remember where we left the ship?" Sanji asked like the responsible adult he really wasn't. But he was the most responsible one left.

". . . . yes." He pouted and held his stomach.

"You don't. Just go that way. Its the Going Merry." Sanji explained to you gently and pointed in the general direction.

"Sounds good. Luffy will recognize her when he sees her." You nod and take Luffy's hand in his, just like when you were kids. "Be safe on your grocery run. Marines are crawling all over this place. We'll be back after a couple of hours." You smile and lead Luffy towards where Sanji pointed. You were a little surprised at how quickly the crew seemed to have trusted you but you assumed it was mostly because you were so close with their captain.

It was a fairly short walk to the Going Merry. You boarded the ship, helping a complaining Luffy to his seat.

"You should know not to drink my potions without asking me first. Remember my fire resistant potion? Your arms had to get all wrapped up." You giggled when you remember Luffy purposely pissing off Ace to make him punch Luffy in the arm and practically light him on fire. You gently smile and bend down so you were shorter than him. "Are you alright? Does it still hurt?"

"You make me feel better, so my tummy is better." He wrapped his arms around your waist and bury his face in your breasts. "Soft~"

"You're such a baby." You giggle and take his hat, putting it on your head. He always let you take his hat without a fuss, but if anyone other than you ever touched his hat he would freak. Softly, your fingers ran through his black locks and massaged his scalp. He let out a small sigh of appreciation and let his muscles and body relax at your touch.

"I missed you, Y/n/n." He spoke up.

"I miss you too, Lu. I'm glad to see you're ok. I got worried when I stopped hearing from you." You pulled on his cheek a little bit, watching it stretch.

"I know. I got my crew and my ship and how all I gotta do is find One Piece and become King of the Pirates." He mumbled into your flesh and squeezed you tightly. "Y/n."

"Hm?" You kissed his forehead sweetly, like you always do when you cuddled when you were children.

"Become my nakama." The way he spoke didn't leave any room for argument.

"Lu, I'm a witch with a big ass bounty on my head. I'm not so sure-"

"My bounty is bigger than yours!! I'm worth 500,000,000!! Zoro is worth 320,000,00!! It doesnt matter. BECOME MY NAKAMA!!!!! AND WHEN THATS OVER BE MY PIRATE QUEEN!!!!!!" He jumped up, his stomach ache forgotten completely. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but you had no problems with it.

"Ok."

"Yay!!! That was easy. Now, can I have some tea? My tummy hurts." He rubbed his stomach and pouted.

"Luffy, you're such a dumbass." You giggled and got to work boiling the water. ". . . . . Queen of the Pirates, huh?"

Luv: welp. That's a thing I did. It was long. Feel free to leave comments, suggestions, anything! ❤ 😊

#one piece x reader #luffy imagines #luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader

[bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus]

RK900xGavin Reed!

This is my first 900Reed fic, Suggestions always welcome and please let me know if you want more. Im going to make more anyway but I need validation lol

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He falls down onto his seat too quickly. Gavin was happy to finally be back in the office, for once. The last few cases had really been cracking down on him. He’d ask Hank for help, only, he wouldn’t. So, he stretches his aching back, and takes a satisfying sip of coffee. First sip in a long while, well more like 3 hours but for Gavin that was more than enough time since his last coffee break. He’s about to kick his feet up onto his desk and rest, when he hears Hank call his name.”Tsk” he swerves around to see why he was being bothered.

“Fowler called us up for one of his little “talks”, let’s get going ey smartass?”

Hank grins.

Gavin gets flustered and annoyed by the old man’s antics, “Yeah right behind you hardass.” he says with a grunt. First the cases, now he has to get yelled at by Fowler for the next 45 minutes, can’t a man just drink his coffee in peace. He approaches Fowlers office door, when two androids catches his eye. They both just stand silently, with their hands behind their backs. “Oh great,'' he thinks, “two more tool bags for the office.” He rolls his eyes and does his best not to make eye contact with the bots as he walks inside. He stands next to Hank, who looks just as tired as he does. Fowler had his back turned to them, as he always does when he’s about to dish it out. “Boys,” He says Firmly. “I know there’s been a few….. Complications around these days.”

Hank scoffs, “More than a few.”

Fowler begins to turn around, “And things aren’t always easy around here, so our pals from cyberlife decided to help us out.”

“Get on with it” Gavin says impatiently.

“If you would stop showing so much fucking disrepect, maybe I would.” He smiles sarcastically. ”Boys, Meet your new partners rk800, and rk900.” Hank and Gavin both give off similarly angry expressions, and begin to spout their protests.

“There’s no way-”

“If you think I-”

“Do this to-”

“I don’t need a-”

“If both of you would please SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’ll explain,” Fowler rolls back his shoulders and sighs. “Both of you have been serious pains in my ass. Hank,” He looks towards him, “You hardly show up on time, if ever.” He directs his gaze towards Gavin. “Gavin, you don’t get along well with others and cause accidents around here all the damn time.” The two interject once more.

“Jeffrey you know-”

“But I just-”

“Shut it” Fowler says sternly. “So both of you are going to help test out these prototype androids investigators, come meet your respective partners.” He gestures for the robots to come forward with his hand. They both step forward, completely in sync.

“Hank you’ve already met yours, Gavin, get along.” Gavin stares dumbfoundead at the piece of plastic behind him, He looks just like the other one, only a few inches taller and had these piercing gray eyes.

“Fowler if you think I am-”

“I have worked too hard to-”

“I SAID SHUT IT” Fowler roars out. “This is not-negotiable, you can either shut the fuck up and go do your job, or you can hand your badge in and walk out of this office right now.” Gavin and Hank share a mutual look of frustration, he lets out a sigh of submission. Fuck, he really was going to have to deal with an android being at his side from now on.

Gavin grumpily returns to his seat, and his unfortunate “partner” stands behind him, perfect posture as always. “Detective-”, “Shut it.” Gavin doesn't even want to hear, let alone speak to the pathetic creature behind him. The robot, however, does not get the hint. “Really, I think we should-,” “Hey,” Gavin interrupts him. He stands up from his chair and grabs rk900 by the top of his jacket, menacingly growling at him. “I didn’t work my ass off FOR 12 FUCKING YEARS, so I could get a oversized paperweight that was made yesterday to tell me how to do my fucking job.” 

Gavin pushes 900 away with disgust. “So how about, you stay at your end of the office and ill stay on mine.” The Android doesn’t say anything, it just stands and stares, willingly taking whatever action Gavin chooses against him. His stoic face makes it seem as if nothing had happened at all, that pisses Gavin off even more. Gavin Flips 900 off with a scowl, turns around and sits down once more in his chair.

“Where is my end, Detective?”

Gavin scoffs “Over by the coffee machine, actually, shouldn't you be doing that right now? I could use a drink.” Gavin snickers mockingly.

“Very Well, Detective. I’ll go accomplish that right now.” 900 Says before walking off.

“Stupid fucking androids,” he mumbles to himself. “Dumb bucket of bolts cant even think for itself, let alone an entire investigation, what the fuck is going on here?” He sighs, and ruffles through the set of files in front of him. “No, no, no, ah-bingo!” He says as he pulls out a file. “Charlotte,” Said the tab on the file. He opens it and spreads out the different information kept inside. Articles, Journal Notes, Excerpts from a diary, DNA samples, all of this and still not one step closer to figuring out who's responsible for this case. He scratches his head in frustration. “Okay Okay, when you can't find anything new, it's better to review” He chimes to himself. It was a secret chant that Hank had taught him to help when he gets stuck in situations exactly like this one.

Gavin reassures himself and begins to review the information he had laid out so far.

Charlotte Campbell

           - 10 Years old

           - Blue eyes and auburn hair

           - Went missing the 15th of September

           - Last seen by the Maid at 4:30 PM on the day in question.

     - William Campbell

           - Father of Charlotte Campbell

           - Husband of Savannah Campbell

           - Occupation: Android Mechanic Liability Lawyer

           - Came Home from work at 5:30 PM on the day in question

     - Savannah Campbell

           - Mother of Charlotte Campbell

           - Wife of William Campbell

           - Occupation: Fashion Designer

           - Was occupied with work until Husband called to inform her daughter as missing.

Charlotte woke up at 9 AM, was alone with her mother (as her father had already left for work), until she left at at 10 AM. The android nanny then proceeded to continue Charlotte’s course lessons. She was homeschooled. Charlotte was up in the attic playing with the nanny, when a reported masked thief broke in through the window next to the backdoor of the house. The nanny, occupied with Charlotte farther away, had not yet detected this. But the Android maid had, it went to confront the intruder when it got repeatedly stabbed in the shoulders and chest, and collapsed on the ground, the last recorded timestamp being 08:15:2038-04:42:003. The nanny and Charlotte are presumed to have been taken, and have not been sighted since.

Those were the basics, he knew them all too well. He went over them countless times to see if he missed anything, any minuet details he may have glazed over. And here he was again checking for the same damn thing. “Think Gavin, Think!” He hits himself on the head. “There has to be something I’m missing, a piece I don’t have.” He looks over the file once more and his eyes trail to the pictures of the maid’s body, he focuses in on it, trying to make sure everything in the environment made sense.

“Detective”

He jolts up in his seat and quickly turns around to see the same smug ass android, but this time holding a coffee. “Ha!” Gavin smirks, “looks like your good for something after all.” He proudly takes the coffee from 900’s hands and places it on his desk. He quickly returns to analyzing the evidence and acting as if 900 wasn't there in the first place. “Physical Files Detective? Wouldn’t it be easier to use the interface?” Gavin lets out a huff of air. “Easier for dickheads like you maybe” he slaps his folder with his hand to emphasize its importance. “Me? I like a hard copy” he smiles arrogantly. 

“Now why don’t you go back to your place, and start making coffee for the others. In fact, I think I might enjoy mine right now.” He snickered as he reaches for the coffee cup. He puts his lips to the opening and immediately starts gagging. He spits out hot coffee all over the evidence in front of him, watching it stain completely. He reaches for his throat. He feels it burning, as if there were holes evaporating his skin. “Some water, Detective?”

Gavin turns around once more to see 900 facing him, wearing almost what looks like a smile. Holding out a bottle of water in his hand. Gavin would love to yell and curse the fucker out, but he could barely feel his mouth, and that water was looking mighty wet. He angrily reaches out for the bottle but 900 slips it away before he can grab it. Gavin stands up looking like he’s ready to blow up, and is about to make a fist but before he could swing 900 simply pushes him back down on his chair.

“Now now Detective, don’t strain yourself.” 900 shakes the water bottle in front of Gavin’s face. “I suppose it’s clear by now that my place, isn’t near the coffee machine, is it?”

Gavin cant respond he just glares painfully at 900. 900 places down the water bottle behind Gavin, and onto his desk. “No, It isn’t Detective. You see my place, is to serve as an investigative assistant in this precinct, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.” Gavin wants so badly to punch this fucker in the face. He wants so badly to pin him to the ground and give him a few good swings. But he feels his hands reaching desperately for the water instead of the feeling of revenge. He opens the cap and quickly chugs it down, feeling the relief of cool water go down his esophagus. He lets out a hefty sigh when he’s done and stares daggers into 900 as he wipes the coffee from his mouth. 

“Are we at an understanding here Detective?”

tbc~

#dbh #rk900 #reed900 #Gavin reed

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Wicdiv #45 notes

 I It’s all so... weird and surreal. One last post to honor the tradition that really did keep me hooked on here for years. Something about those 5 years just ending. Having followed wicdiv almost from the beginning, I really feel attached to it and view it through a VERY personal lens of all the changes that happened during those years. From a depressed and passively suicidal 17yo in a highschool, to an almost graduated 22yo, trying to figure out it all with a bit more hope and a bit less of mental health issues. Eh, let’s cut it out and move to a standard spoilery bullet points format, I’m too wordy and pretentious

Of course this issue had to be happy and sad at the same point, as both life and death shine through as central motifs of the whole book, especially underlined here. Two sides of the same coin (no Yavien, you will not say ‘alexa play hyori ittai by yuzu’ to cry over hunter x hunter. no)

You know how as an urban activist I’m ideologically not a big fan of cars, but damn, that McKelvie design! Reminds me of prototypes of future cars I saw in the BMW musuem, kudos for capturing that futuristic tech feel.

I like the subtle implication that Eleanor did grow and change. But then again, she had so much time, so it’s not even that high of a bar.

‘What’s a funeral without morbidity?’ after all those years Cass stayed THE #1 goth of the cast (but Umar gets pretty close with channeling Cam). Yes, I love Cass and I love how after the kiss from #44 we got a whole ass lauracass feels issue, amazing, showstopping, incredible etc etc. You know, Im just a fan.

Gotta admit, reading the issue the first time I did miss that Laura says ‘them’ to refer to Zahid. It really explains why Kieron was so cagey about the pronouns ask back during Fandemonium. They did have time to explore thier gender and pronouns after all of the ‘2 years’ baiting. It’s a win for the nbs (sobs and cries on the floor)

Also goddamn McKelvie really popped off with all the older character designs? All those little details and shout-outs to their youger selves? And all the Minanke practice in drawing basically the same character but as a teen and as a grandma did pay off. And this all while chasing deadlines with hypermobility? Chapeau bas. Although I’m sad that Jon got his fathers aging genes, however his mom looked that age must’ve been better...

‘Every time it rains’ yes A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL SHOUTOUT BUT I AM ALRIGHT I REPEAT I AM ALRIGHT ITS NOT TEARS, IT RAINS (haha both baal ref and fma hughes funeral ref IA M FINE)

Also I’m crying for Aruna, she was in such a bad place by #13 and this issue? HEr new body? The way she learned to mix miracles and songs? And in general finally having this authority over her life? And deciding to use it paritally to help people she often barely knew? I am fine i repeat

Meredith and Zoe, glad to see you and your names confirmed and a confirmation that you were also a part of the Pantheon

Umar’s line about hospitals (and the picture from #16) seems to imply Cass passed away after some illness. Eleanor saying it’s unfair that she smoked and ‘got away’ with it and Cass being prepared she’d die soon kinda ties into that theory? Was it cancer or something else?

Also yeah re: that pic (and the invitation to Was It Cam Or Cass debate) - Umar has two hands, period. And like the fact that Umar literally quotes words Cam said moments before his death in Umar’s hospital room? Yeah, it’s really raining, lieutenant...

Delivering your own eulogy via a hologram is exactly this level of gay panache that Cass would embrace, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. Also being nice AF to literally everyone but in the snarkiest way possible? PEAK CASS. But yeah, something more changed because she wears a white (!!!) shirt. Now that’s a massive wardrobe change

Zahid being one of the closest friends of Cass? I love this song

Also ‘you were never my type. until you were’ should be An Iconic quote of gay tumblr and twitter and yes i will be using it as my lauracass otp tag from now on.

Also Cass focus on how everyone changed themself and tried to change the world, so the future people are born into a better one.

And yeah, same, I also didnt always want to be buried beneath a tree but now as I’m growing out of my old edgeperson ways? It sounds wonderful, I want to be an acorn even after death.

Also yeah, the final themes of growth that takes time, becoming better and finding hope... they resonate with me now, as I also feel like I’ve been through hell for 2 (or actually more, i think) years. But you know, rip to that old me but im different (now). Thank you Kieron for luring me into a flashy colorful YA, then a messed up and depressive story, and then climbing up the walls of hell back when I did. It was not always going to be okay, but then it was okay.

And yes, to the whole fandom, fandom that let me find so many friends all over the world and grow up as a person and have so much fun with our stupid puns and shitposts: I love you. I’ll miss you. (but honestly, still feel free to HMU etc, its not like we actually die. We just lost a source of monthly engagement, thats it. Im just a dramatic lil shit too)

Also yeah, one last word: may Two Slow Dancers by Mitski be the final, ultimate Lauracass song. Let’s all play it now, and cry. No, it’s not raining anymore, I really am crying thinking about Them.

#wicdiv #wicdiv spoilers #yavien rambles

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Bts Hybrid AU

Bunny Breath Chapter 1

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Kim Namjoon’s day started out normally enough. The twenty-five year old woke in his room with one of his five hybrids wrapped so tightly around him he could barely breath.

Said hybrids name was Yoongi, and he was a mink hybrid. Namjoon squirmed a bit helplessly as he struggled to reach his blaring alarm clock with the numbers 5:30 proudly displayed on it. Yoongi snarled ever so lightly in his sleep as Namjoon squirmed away, his arms tightening around Namjoon as the man finally turned off the dreadful little clock with a slight wheeze from the increased pressure. He blinked sleepily, his breathing harsh as he looked down at his chest to see the mink hybrid he so adored.

Yoongi was tiny, he had a thin, wiry frame that had alarming amounts of strength hidden in the lean muscles. His face was dainty; almost doll like with pouty pink lips and a button nose paired with cat like eyes. Fluffy dark brown — almost black — hair stuck out from his head in a messy way with two tiny dark brown mink ears sticking from them. Namjoon smiled. Anyone looking at Yoongi would think he looked delicate and breakable, his slight build implying that he wasn’t very powerful, especially when compared to Namjoon’s other hybrids Jin or Jimin with their thicker builds. But Namjoon new the whiplike strength, and lightning reflexes his hybrid possessed, he knew that behind those pouty lips, was razor sharp canines — almost fangs — designed to rip and tear into flesh. He knew that the minks dark brown tail with thick fur was there to help the hybrid balance better, move faster.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon breathed softly. “I have to . . . get ready for work.” He wheezed out the last part in a high pitched noise as Yoongi’s grip tightened to the point of pain, nails digging into Namjoon’s hip and chest.

“No.” The hybrid snarled, voice thick with sleep. “You’re staying home with us today.” He growled, lashes fluttering open to reveal dark onyx black eyes. God, Yoongi is so beautiful. Namjoon thought with a sigh.

“I have to Yoongi, there’s an important meeting this morning discussing our new phone prototype and at lunch I have to meet up with Jaebum to discuss the auction he’s scouting out tonight.” He sighed. Yoongi pouted, aggression seemingly disappearing. Namjoon gave him a suspicious look as he withdrew his grip. Yoongi tried to keep him home every morning like this, he set his alarm an hour earlier than needed because of the mink.

“Fine. But you brought this on yourself.” The mink smirked playfully, his tail wrapping neatly around himself as he moved to sit Indian style and drew in a deep breath. Too late Namjoon realized what was happening he surged forward with a yelp but Yoongi had already opened his mouth and screamed.

“NO NAMJOON!! YOU CANT GET A SNAKE HYBRID!!” His voice was modeled with the perfect mixture of horror and terror at the thought of a snake hybrid and as they heard several faint yelps from down the hall, an evil smirk ripples across Yoongi’s face, the sound of running feet reaching their ears and then the bedroom door was practically ripped open.

The two hybrids that raced in were in near hysterics, full on sobbing as they rushed at a stunned Namjoon, slamming into him and knocking the man flat on his back, one hybrid had soft golden brown/russet hair and long deer ears, his body was thin and graceful with a fluffy deer tail that was white on the underside. The other hybrid had floppy golden/brown dog ears with a long tail with equally long fur, he was more gangly, but his face had almost perfect proportions. Both hybrids clambered onto Namjoon, openly wailing as they pressed against him.

“Joonie! No no nonononono!” Hoseok, the deer hybrid cried harshly, sniffling dramatically as he nuzzled into Namjoon’s side while Taehyung, a dog hybrid, straddled his hips, frantically pushing himself against Namjoon’s chest, he too was a sobbing mess.

“I won’t mi-misbehave ever again J-Joonie! Swear! I’ll even apol *hic* ogize for l-locking Jimin outside f-for four ho-hours and . . . laughing at him!” He cried. Namjoon sighed, glaring at a grinning Yoongi, who’s eyes were sparkling with unbridled humor and joy at the situation before him. This was going to be a long morning.

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Namjoon was an hour and a half late for work. He really didn’t understand why Taehyung and Hoseok were so strongly against snake hybrids and figured he’d have to ask them at some point, but he barely made it to his meeting on time and all thoughts of his hybrids and worries that they might be slightly racist towards other hybrids were driven from his mind as he tackled the obstacles of his day.

He was obscenely grateful for the fact that everyone at his job respected him. If they didn’t Namjoon was well aware that his job would be a million times harder than it was. Technically, he didn’t even have to show up everyday, his company was so well oiled and staffed he should only have to drop in once a month. But he liked to make a point of going everyday, knowing all his workers names, everyone, even the intern that sorted mail in the mail room. His name was Junhwan (if this is the name of an idol, I didn’t mean to) and he was actually a brilliant artistic kid that Namjoon was thinking about putting in software design once he’d been in the company for a couple more weeks.

As it was, he still had a lot of stuff to do, departments to check up on, problems to sort out. So Namjoon was thrilled when lunch arrived and he got to go meet up with his good friend Im Jaebum. A hybrid doctor, one that was insanely good at his job. Namjoon had known him for a while, having met the other man when he was still an intern and had brought Yoongi who was . . . sick at the time.

He groaned as he made his way to the small cafe on the edge of Seoul. It was a tiny place, but it had the best sandwiches in the world. He arrived a few minutes late, so it wasn’t a surprise that Jaebum was already there and waiting. Namjoon smiled as he made his way over.

“How’s Jackson?” He demanded. His usual greeting. Jackson was a wolf hybrid that Jaebum had rescued from an abusive owner, Namjoon really liked the playful hybrid and he was good friends with Yoongi.

“Still shook by everything Mark does. I thought a wolf and a dove would be ok around each other but Jackson always looks so shocked at everything Mark does.” Jaebum smiled slightly, thinking of the playful turtleneck dove hybrid with a grin. Namjoon went to reach for the menu as he sat, when Jaebum waved him off.

“I already ordered for you. The usual, with a large watermelon juice.” Jaebum grinned widely at the surprised look on Namjoon’s face. The two talked for a few more minutes, both dancing around the real reason they were meeting up for as they waited for their food. Namjoon was just beginning to portray his confusion and worry about how much his hybrids hated snake hybrids when there food came.

Both men graciously thanked the waiter while Jaebum grinned a bit at Namjoon.

“It’s Hoseok and Taehyung that get really worried about it right?” He demanded. Namjoon nodded emphatically. “It’s because snake hybrids are oviparous.” He grinned at Namjoon’s confused look, before waving a hand and leaning back. “Look it up later. Right now, we have a problem.” He sighed.

“What? Did Chen switch auction sights? What’s wrong?” Namjoon demanded, straightening up. Jaebum shook his head, eyes downcast as he tapped his cup.

“No. Chen is auctioning off two hybrids this time. Not one. And again, it’s going to be after all the normal guests have left and only the . . . questionable ones remain.” Namjoon cursed. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. Jaebum could easily afford two hybrids, he could probably buy up to twenty of them. The problem was, at these types of auctions you were only allowed one. And Namjoon couldn’t call anyone last minute like this, everyone would be booked. Which left him. He could see on Jaebum’s face that the other man fully expected him to come. Namjoon winced slightly.

“I promised Yoongi I would have a thorough talk with everyone before I rescued another hybrid.” He mumbled. Jaebum laughed, leaning back.

“And that very same day he called Jackson and called you the cutest dork in the history of dorks and said and I quote ‘Namjoon is lead by his heart. I can’t wait until I see who he brings home this time. But the sentiment was nice.’” Namjoon blinked owlishly, he supposed he should be offended by his boyfriends complete lack of faith in him, but wasn’t he proving him right? Here he was, about to go and get another hybrid from the brink of a truly horrible fate.

“Wow.” He snorted, Jaebum leaned forward expectantly and Namjoon grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pulled out his phone. “At least let me call him, Jesus, I should at least pretend that I feel guilty.” He grumbled. Jaebum smiled. The phone was barely ringing for ten seconds before a happy voice chirped out.

“Joonie! Joonie are you coming home? When? Can I have some strawberries?” It was Hoseok. Namjoon blinked before snorting.

“Um, no I’m not coming home just yet Hobi.” A faint whine of protest. “And ask Jin about the strawberries. Also, may I talk to Yoongi please?” He smiled. Jaebum grinned across the table. There was a small huff of disappointment and some shuffling before Yoongi’s soft yet deep voice filtered through the phone.

“You’re going with Jaebum to the auction aren’t you?” Then before Namjoon could even draw in a breath to answer the mink hybrid continued in his perpetually bored voice that he always used over the phone. “Are we going to have another housemate by tonight? Do I need to arrange for Taehyung to stay over at Minho’s for a sleepover? You remember how much he scared Jimin right?” Namjoon blinked once again, carefully filing each question and processing them before answering.

“Hmm, yes I am going to the auction and maybe about the new house member, no to Taehyung though, I think he’s resolved his impulse issues a bit.” Hearing Yoongi’s quiet snort of derision he sighed. “Give Tae the benefit of the doubt, Yoons.”

“Namjoon I love him to the moon and back and literally every time I see him I just want to kiss his little face until he’s very red, but he has no impulse control whatsoever.” Hearing Namjoon’s silence Yoongi groaned. “Fine! But if he traumatizes the poor hybrid I’m blaming you.” Namjoon laughed softly at him, Tae alwaysmeant well, the dog hybrid could just come off a bit strong.

“You do that. I love you Yoongi, tell the others I love them with all of my heart yeah?” A lot of stammering ensued and Namjoon grinned, knowing fully that he had probably just seriously flustered Yoongi (casually saying I love you over the phone always seemed toget to the mink hybrid) and he barely made out the mumbled reply of “Wh-whatever dork.” Before Yoongi hung up. Namjoon sat the phone down with another fond smile and began casually sipping on his tea lost in thought about the new hybrid and puzzling over what type of stuff he’d need for him/her when Jaebum spoke.

“So your coming?” He demanded. Namjoon nodded. “Great, I’ll pick you up at six p.m. sharp so don’t be late, dress casual but in obviously expensive clothes. You know the drill.”

Indeed Namjoon did.

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— 7:00 PM —

The auction began like any other auction fe rich people looking for a cute hybrid. Namjoon and Jaebum, both dressed in plain yet elegant suits were lead to their specific table in a wide well furnished room with a lovely stage that sellers would bring the hybrids out on to auction. No alcohol was given out, as that was highly illegal. Namjoon knee it would be served once the main guests were gone and the front of the auction was over allowing nastier people to come out and sell. Only a select few would be allowed to stay for that and Namjoon and Jaebum were of those few.

The first Hybrid was a a child. She looked around five or six, which meant she was three in human years, and she was a canary hybrid. Her master forced her to sing in a beautiful high pitched tinkling voice that would only get better with age. She sold for four million won.

After her came a bear, then a cow, then a lizard. All of them began to blend together and it wasn’t until he was signing his papersthat said he would remain anonymous that Namjoon knew the true event was starting. He sighed the paper without fear. Knowing full and well that Jaebum’s friend who went by Woozi, had hacked in and changed two or three words in the packet so that he could safely audio record.

He waited. Chen was one of the more known Hybrid Slave traffickers, he would be showing his hybrids close to last if not last. Namjoon just had to survive this and then he’d be able to bury these bastards. He took a deep breath and forced himself to watch as a small male badger hybrid was dragged in chains onstage with a heavy collar and forced to neel. He blocked out what the salesman was saying, instead focusing on those pitiful brown eyes and the watery nose. Forcing himself to commit the hybrid to memory. The one that he wouldn’t be saving tonight. The police would hopefully find him by tomorrow evening after Jaebum and Namjoon turned in their work. But it still hurt, watching the badger let loose a choked cry as he was bought by a hybrid breeder. Submissive males were always swooped up like that.

He forced himself to watch and remember each hybrid, each face. Each perfectly innocent person, not quite human not quite animal forever abused. He was infinitely relieved when it was announced.

“Next up is Chen with a submissive Arctic fox hybrid.” The announcer bragged. A tiny fox with large doe eyes was dragged up on stage by the man Namjoon so loathed and he barely heard Jaebum whisper, “I got him.” beside him through the raging in his ears and cottony taste in his mouth. Unlike the other hybrids the fox looked not scared, but tired. Defeated almost. As if he didn’t have any hope or joy left in his life.

He slumped quietly, ears twitching and flicking back and forth, his hair was a soft brown and thin, as was his tail. Namjoon knew that come winter the arctic foxes hair and fur would be a lot thicker and shimmering white. He could feel Jaebum continuously raising his sign signifying that he was a competitor. It upped the agression for the hybrid and made more people bet, which in turn, drove up the numbers. But eventually Jaebum was the only one left betting with another man.

He got the fox hybrid for ten million won. Namjoon’s eye twitched at the way the fox closed his eyes and shuddered slightly before dipping his head as Jaebum made his way back to where he would be filling out official documents and inserting an ownership identification chip into the hybrid. Namjoon wouldn’t do the chip part until he got the hybrids explicit consent. Consider it a pet pieve but if the hybrid he was about to get wanted to leave Namjoon would let him. He would only own a hybrid that gave him consent to being owned.

Chen himself took the microphone from the announcer this time.

“This next Hybrid is my work of art people. His parents were a dominant male black mamba hybrid and a submissive Red Rex female bunny hybrid.” Namjoon blinked in confusion. “As you all are probably well aware, breeding to hybrids with different sub base animals results in a hybrid that looks strange when compared to other hybrids of his kind, whether it be mismatched eyes or strange animal features. Please bring out Jeongguk, submissive male bunny hybrid mix breed!” Chen yelled gleefully. The room stirred, while Namjoon’s guy tightened with worry.

Bunny hybrids were pretty common in themselves, they and cat hybrids were the most common hybrids around. Almost all bunny hybrids had small box like body structures with ridiculously fluffy hair and normally black ears that stuck up proudly from their heads and twitched around depending on thei moods.

The hybrid that was dragged up on stage looked close to hyperventilating. He was dressed in form fitting shorts and a white tank top that revealed a thin slightly gangly structure that actually reminded Namjoon of Taehyung quite a bit. The hybrid seemed to possess all the good features of bunnies and none of the bad. With a slightly large nose and large front teeth, delicate cheekbones which hinted at his fathers blood and wife innocent doe eyes that were shelling with unshared tears. His hair was a dark brown with streaks of light brown and black in it giving him a mottled look. But what really grabbed the audiences attention was his ears. They were long, and unlike literally almost every other bunny hybrid, floppy, a soft golden/brown. But while everyone gasped overhow beautiful the hybrid was, Namjoon just saw the frightened gaze, the way his hands twitched in his chains and his red tear streaked cheeks that would probably be more on the babyish/chubby side once he wasn’t skin and bones. He noticed that the ends of the hybrids ears had a antibiotic cream rubbed into viscous looking sores as if the hybrid was constantly chewing or sucking on his ears.

Namjoon began the bidding. He refused to let anyone else have this little hybrid. It was like looking into Hoseok’s eyes when he was first rescued all over again, a mix of fear, pain and confusion. He was adamant. He quickly nicked over half the people out of the running and continued on ruthlessly, well aware that the money wasn’t anywhere near too expensive for him yet, and it wouldn’t be until he reached the high billions.

“Fifty -five million won!” The anouncer yelled as Namjoon raised his sign. He glanced around, seeing the disappointed looks around him and knew he’d won. “Going once! Twice! SOLD to number forty-seven please go to the back to fill out you right to ownership papers please sir! Have fun with your buy.”

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So what did you think for a beginning chapter? It’s fun right? I figured Jungkook joining them would be a great place to start! Love you!

Feel free to ask any questions or point out any mistakes I’ve made! I tend to not proof read enough so constructive criticism is helpful!

Part Two to Bunny Breath is HERE

If you want to see the rest of my AU’s then please make your way to my Masterlist HERE

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My PortfolioSection 1: Where I study and what I am doing

Hello, my names Anna Letterman and I study IXD at Ulster University (Belfast). I have been working on many different projects in Art collage, creating wireframes and prototypes, designing icons and illustrations. I hope you enjoy the Case Studies I have been working on as much as I enjoyed creating them.

Section 2: Personal Branding

Section 3- My Infographic on 9/11

Section 4-My Travel Application

Section 5- Illustrations for fun

Case Study 1: Personal Branding

This is the first Project that I worked on, I created many monogram and visual marque sketches perfecting each one as I went along to find the perfect fit for my brand, as well as creating a Monogram and Visual Marque for my brand I also worked on creating a set of Brand Guidelines that will allow people to use it efficiently .

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Brief

On of the first tasks I was given in IXD103, was to create my own Personal branding that fits my personality and what I like as a designer. I completed this task by creating a Monogram made up of my initials,  a wordmark that can fit together with my monogram following a single line theme and a set of Brand Guidelines showing how not to use the branding I created and how to use it. I created my own branding so my work and future designs can be identified as my own. I first began by conducting research on who I am as a person, am I bright and bubbly or and am I dark and plain, gaining an understanding of the individual I am helped me create a brand that fitted me perfectly. I will now show you how I began my designs:

Monogram

To start of the design of my monogram, I looked at many different styles of monograms created by designers, I carried this out by looking at many different books and carrying out online research. I then thought of the perfect monogram Idea for me was to combine the A and L of my initials together so that it is one long line. It took many attempt to find the structure of the A and L, until I thought of using a circle as an outline so the a and l was even in the middle and followed a nice circle structure. After I had the Basic structure of how  wanted the monogram to look I then started to think about which colour I wanted my monogram outline to be, whether I want it with a noticeable circle outline around it, whether I wanted the circle to be filled with colour. I explored this using many different fill colours and outlining colours, although the best I feel worked for me  was pink as it is a bright and happy colour.

Visual Marque

Through the ue of many sketches and research I had to start thinking of a suitable Monogram that will fit with my monogram colours and theme. The first Idea I had that really stood out to me was using a line drawing for my visual mark, I used many books to gain ideas of other designers that have created visual Marques using the one line theme I was going for, I also enjoy drawing so I created many line drawing sketches to find which is perfect for my brand. I came to the conclusion that  I would use a dove as my visual marque, as they are very graceful and beautiful animals reflecting peacefulness and good vibes, exactly what I want my brand to represent. When I decided the structure of my visual marque I then concluded research on the the City of Melbourne and why they used specific colours, and known colour combinations. I then decided I would use blue as the fill for the the visual marque as its a dove, I felt blue would fit the theme of peace, also I love the colour blue so a win win.

Word Mark

After creating my Visual mark and Monogram I began to look at which typeface would match my brand. By doing this I found out which typefaces would match my brand and which type faces wouldn't. I learnt that for me brand I needed a plain and simple text maybe following a one line theme like my monogram and visual mark. I found that the font style arial, was a good font for my brand as it is plain and basic, which doesn't take attention of the design of my monogram and visual mark.

Brand Guidelines for Brand

When creating a Brand identify it is very important to consider how other users can portray your brand in future references. It basically is an outline of the DOS and DON'TS of the Monogram, Visual mark and word mark and to show ways They can be used together. This set of guidelines focuses on colour, layout, consistency throughout, type and positioning,

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Case study 2- My Infographic on 9/11

This is an illustrative Infographic that I created showing the drastic affects of one of the most traumatic terrorist attacks and how America kept going after the disaster.

Brief

One of my tasks for module IXD103. Was to create my own infographic on any topic that we find interesting or that we might want to highlight to others. When carrying out my research I noticed that not many people have created infographics to show particular wars and attacks and the affects it had on the world after, I wanted to focus my thoughts into one major terrorist attack that everyone in the world will always remember. When writing down my ideas and ways information can be laid out I started to become very interested in the 9/11 attacks and the drastic affects that it had on over 3,000 lives and families. I felt like there is enough factual information and remembrance to create an infographic on it and not many people have. Not only did I want to focus on the drastic affects it had on the America, but I wanted to make a positive note on how America overcame one of the worlds worst terrorist attacks, and the ways that we remember the fallen.

Gaining the Knowledge

I felt that if I was to design this infographic correctly I would have to have to do a lot of research into the affects of the blast, I read a number of books on the blast and concluded a lot of online research gaining real facts and figures. I found out many tramatising facts that I could not believe about the terrorist attack, I felt that these facts should be shared with the world and an easy way to read them was to make them noticeable to the readers of the infographic was to place them around an illustration of the Twin Towers building before this attack.

Illustrations

I made multiple illustrations for this infographic starting with the Twin tower buildings before the attack, as you scroll down the infographic the 3 planes can then be seen crashing into the sides of the building, as the infographic moves down you can see the blaze of the fire that contributed to the thousands of deaths, this makes the facts more real when reading them placed around the building as it starts to burn. As you go down the infographic It then becomes brighter and happier showing an illustration of Americas New World Trade building and the positive facts that the 9/11 brought them. The last main illustration I created is the 9/11 memorial garden, and some of the ways America honors the fallen still to this year and many more.

Gaining Quotes

I included real quotes in my infographic by researching the web, I found many quotes by famous actors, presidents, the queen and from the families and loved ones of the fallen. I feel by including these in my inforgraphic the information is going to hit the reader of the infographic harder, it will show that the 9/11 wasn't just thought about in America, but those around the world felt the families pain, even people with high reputation and standard shed a tear for the fallen.

Case study 3-My Travel application

This is mobile app that I created to help people visiting Belfast to find food places that meet their dietary needs in the City Centre of Belfast.

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Brief

For one of my projects for IXD104  I was assigned to make an app based around any sort of travel, that will be helpful to many users. The app that I decided to create was to be a quick and simple working app that will allow people that require certain dietary needs to find local cafe's and restaurants in Belfast's City Centre. I chose to base my app around Belfast because it is the place I know most about. After many critiques the original design process I was going to follow for this application changed as I included research on what makes a good Mobile App. I have  illustrated many different restaurants and cafes that feature different dietary needs foods, I designed these for my app using the software Adobe XD. This application may be full of your favourite food places.

Sketches

my task was to design an illustrative Mobile app that features the topic of travel. I had to produce 3 digital screens based on my digital and paper wireframes that I created using Adobe XD. I made many different spider diagrams outlining different ideas I had for my Travel app, but the one that stuck out to me was the dietary needs application as many of my friends are vegetarian and vegan, we struggle to find top rated food places that specify both vegan and meat foods, if this app would solve my struggle, I feel as though it would definitely be useful for people of all ages that are new to Belfast. I sketched out many icon and illustration ideas for each section of dietary needs that I would like to conclude, I used books and the web to find out which dietary needs are most common and where in Belfast offers foods for each need.

Illustrations

I created many illustrations for each section of my application, featuring places that do vegan food, vegetarian food, sea food, take away food, gluten free food, healthy food, Chinese food and an "im easy" section for those who are not picky but would like to see high rated restaurants and cafes. I also created icons for each of these foods to allow the user of the application to interact with the application and select which needs suit them. For the opening page of this Application I also created an illustration of Belfast castle saying "Hey there welcome to Belfast". When creating the icons and illustration I was constantly thinking of the consistency of each making the outlines the same width and and keeping the icons the same size size.

Colour and Prototype

I thought about how the user will interact with the application and how they will know which page they are on even by the colour. I started thinking of which colours users would associate with each dietary need. Once the user clicks their dietary need the arrow at the bottom of the screen will change colour depending on which need was selected, showing the user that this is the option they are about to view. To show how this application is interactive with the user I developed a quick prototype using Adobe XD, showing the user how to navigate from each page.

Contact Me page

I am a developing Interaction Design student, would you like to come with me on my journey through the art of Design and Illustration? If so send me an email using the link below or check out my C.V..

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Blog page

Hi there, feel free to take a look at my blog.. it shows my thought processes and more research into my case studies. I also post what I cover in my lectures each day I am in class and the designers I find inspirational to me.

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About me page

Hi, my name is Anna Letman, an illustrator based in Belfast looking for awesome placement opportunities I would love to get involved in.

So who exactly am I?

I am an illustrative designer based and born in Belfast, in Northern  Ireland. I am constantly learning about Design and how to become the best I can be by studying Interaction Design (IXD), at the Belfast School of Art and Design.

Before I began my journey as an illustrator, I studied Art and Design at Belfast Model School for Girls. I walked out with an A in my A level but no hope as to where I wanted to be! I then applied to do interaction design and just like that I felt like I had found my place to be! I find the UX design process to be fascinating and intriguing, my favored part of my course is working out the problem and finding a solution that meets the needs of the user/client. I am passionate about finding different ways the user can react with a design.

Whether its drawing, designing, photography or dance- I am always known to be a positive happy person defeating every obstacle  in my way to make people feel happy and better about the world around them.

I am currently looking for placement so if you would like to continue my journey through the world of design with me please contact me;

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I’ve built businesses and failed.I wanted to build a business to make healthcare more transparent. Two years into development, I figured it was too difficult for two college students to tackle.I wanted to make it incredibly simple for social media influencers to design and sell their own products, but traction was stagnant.I wanted to build a digital agency, a SaaS platform, a cryptocurrency recommendation engine, a personal life dashboard and a yoga studio analytics platform.Being the CEO & Founder of a successful company has always been appealing to me because despite the sweet title of “Chief Executive Officer”, it means my career north star is to bring value to humanity.Entrepreneurship is awesome for this very reason. Everything around us started with an idea by an entrepreneur. This laptop I’m typing on, Medium, my iPhone, even my socks. Some of the founders of these are called “CEO”, others not, but one thing is for certain: the fact that I’m using it means I derive value from their idea.The startup graveyard is littered with failed ideas.So how do you ensure your idea steers very far away from this startup graveyard? With so many failures under my belt, I think I’m in a good position to compile the lessons learned into a systematic guide for maximizing success.This is going to be blunt and some may even say rude. You’ve been warned.1. Start with an audienceYou need users, right? So why are you building your idea before you have a single user signup or anyone that said they would even use it. Neither of these are enough to continue past this step, but it’s important to note: always start with an audience, they are your north star.Arguably the best approach to building an audience is to provide free value (e.g. what I’m doing here 😉). This free value can take the form of medium articles, running a workshop or a class, writing an ebook, etc. I’ve done all of these and am happy to share best practices.This serves two purposes:It helps you build an audience via engagement, subscribers, followers, etc.It is the very bare minimal investment you can commit your resources to in order to determine what really jives with your user base.Let’s take an example. Suppose I want to build a yoga studio analytics dashboard (real life example and I wish I applied this). It’s in my best interest to write about “how to find your best yogis”, or “how to maximize your instructors time”. This way I can test different content to determine what my end users, the yoga studios, truly care about.So providing free value in the form of content & information is one thing, another is to look in a place where people are already spending money. Shopify, Squarespace and Salesforce are all good examples (ignore that they all start with “S”). Go into these products’ forums and learn what their most active user base is complaining about. This is a goldmine! They are telling you their problems. Engage with them.You can even cold message small businesses. But do so in a way that conveys curiosity NOT sales. An example cold email can be:Hey {Name},My name is Ethan and I’m researching the Yoga studio industry. I’d love to learn about some of the pains with running a successful studio. Do you have 15 minutes to chat? I’m not selling anything as I don’t have anything to sell, just looking to learn.We’ll review some strategies to uncovering the deepest problems once you have a potential user to talk to.Don’t however go to step #2 until you have at least one user that identifies with a consistent pain.2. Define the problemOk, so I’m assuming you have at least one (ideally a group) of people that identify with some overarching pain. Maybe it’s that Salesforce doesn’t integrate well with Stripe or Shopify doesn’t have a google maps plugin. These are high level, and we’ll discuss how to dive into them.I like to always have these next conversations in person or on the phone as it allows more extended responses. You’re welcome to do so via email or IM but it will be challenging.Some questions to ask include:What recent projects seem to be consuming the most mental energy for you?Can you walk me through the first couple hours of your work day?What are the things that you love to do? When are you in flow?Here’s my absolute favorite and magical question:What would you wave a magic wand at to make disappear?Key with all of these questions is to always probe deeper. Ask “Why” and “Tell me more”.You need to become an expert on the problem and really understand the context. Learn about what brought them to experience this problem and why.The reason the title of this step is “Define THE problem” is because you’re only looking to uncover one deep and burning itch. Anything more and you’re stretching yourself thin.What I’ve found with the most successful conversations is they’ll email me later and say “hey did you solve this yet?”. Nothing is better than that.3. Validate some solutionsAlright so let’s assume you had these conversations with the users and you’re ready to come up with a solution. Put your brainstorming to the test. Heck, you can even ask your user base how they’d like these problems solved.Think you have a solution? It’s time to gauge the interest from your audience.You can do this in a ton of different ways, but for the sake of simplicity we’ll stick to a simple Google survey. Send them an email like below:Hey {Name},We’re hard at work figuring out how to solve the problem of XYZ, and we really want your input. I made a quick survey to get a sense of which solution best addresses your problem.link.to.google.survey.hereI’d really appreciate if you could answer this survey so we can make sure we’re addressing your needs.In the survey, simply include a list of options that you brainstormed.Extra Credit: Ask if they’d pay for it.Everyone is a people pleaser. The moment you ask for cold hard cash, it becomes a real conversation and they may say “well I don’t neeed that”. Time to move on to the next solution.The reason this step is “Validate some solutions” is because this is a an iterative journey, and you likely won’t find the golden ticket in just one round. As you continue and iterate, you’ll get closer to what’s called “product market fit” or something that truly solves that deep pain.There are plenty of methods to both brainstorm and validate, if you want more, just comment below.4. Build some prototypesWe want to minimize the amount of time it takes for us to yield as much learning as possible from our “experiments”. This requires us to start with as low fidelity prototypes and mockups as possible. This could mean construction paper, or a couple pictures like below:https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/1*uibUUa6USugm3cHS6CPxEw.pngA beautiful way that TempTraq has prototyped some new features with minimal investment and no development time.Bring these prototypes to those users we identified earlier. We want them to emulate the experience of what the solution would be.Again, this section, we say “some” prototypes because this is a cycle and the key is the “fail fast” in your pursuit of building a prototype that solves the problem in the best way.Take the key findings from each of these “emulations” and compile the feedback. From this feedback, synthesize some features and prioritize them by asking your users: which feature is most valuable?Continuously strip away features until it’s in a truly minimal valuable state, because remember we want the “version one” product to include only features that make our users nervous if we removed.5. Refine and scaleSo you have a list of features in order of priority and you have a user base that is super eager to get it in their hands. You have several options regarding development:Crowdfund. Assuming some of your users are businesses, this solution directly correlates to an increase in their ROI. Figuring out a price point is easy once you quantify the value they get from your solution. Ask them this simple question: “if you pay $X, we’ll let you use it free for life”. Ask a bunch of people this and you have a funding source.Venture Capital. If it’s super clear that you’re on to something here and you can share the work you did to both validate the concept and identify product market fit then build a pitch deck and send it to some VCs.Self-Fund. Get a pricing estimate from a developer or firm and fund it yourself. This approach expanded in the very bottom.Build the software on your own. Always an option…Once you have some sort of funding source, it’s time to develop version one of either the prototype or minimal viable product.So the biggest takeaway you should have here are two things:You don’t need to be a technology wizard or even understand how software works to be successful in this processYou do however need to put yourself out there and become an expert in understanding the problem while being solution agnostic. Who cares how the solution works as long as it solves that deep problem your users have. So get started, build an audience, find some problems and test your solutions. I want to hear about some of your successes, failures and lessons learned by commenting below.I reformatted this for Reddit from this article: https://medium.com/@esteininger/5-steps-to-maximizing-your-odds-of-startup-success-b1859d124d03Shameless self promotion:We started https://VirtueTheory.com to guide founders, companies, and teams in their product development journey. We apply the above tactics and industry best practices to build a prototype and scale it, maximizing your odds of success.

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Ellen von Unwerth:’ Let’s photograph girlfriends experiencing life’

Blending old-world charm with a uniquely provocative eroticism, Ellen von Unwerths photographs are a riot of merriment and sly subversion. Richard Godwin sounds why it is also necessary go ourselves less seriously

Ellen von Unwerth cant stop laughter. The German photographer, 63, is bouncing all over the Taschen gallery in West Hollywood in her sneakers, attempting to talk through the likeness from her latest expo and prowes volume, Heimat .

So heimat represents Fatherland or Motherland or where you were born and where your roots are, she tells me. Bavaria is not my heimat , but we wanted to make a lampoon of the whole Bavarian thing.

The whole Bavarian occasion, apparently, involves supermodels frolicking nude in Alpine grasslands, performing suggest ordinances with sausages, udders and piou innocents, sledging topless, spanking one another in dirndls and generally experiencing the fecundity and vigor for which the countries of the south German ascents are celebrated. Oh, ja , its very sex there, even the clothes they push up the breasts and there are lots and lots of sausages, ha ha ha, she interprets. But you realise so many personas that are dark and depressing at the moment. All these lamentable girls being lamentable! So I figured, lets show girls having fun and experiencing life.

The new Bardot: Claudia Schiffer in Italy, 1989. Photo: Ellen von Unwerth

Von Unwerth has a strange flair for getting famous and beautiful women( Claudia Schiffer, Madonna, Naomi Campbell, Rihanna, Kate Moss) to remove their inhibitions and frequently their underwear while at the same time maintaining self-restraint. Her portraits are often provocatively sexual, but its generally her topics who are doing the elicit. I ever give them something to do, she discloses. When someone not moving I get bored. I take two word-paintings and I say: Great, I have it now. But I love their own bodies in push. I like the nude mas in movement.

The fashion world adores her for this. You could tell from the raucous opening defendant for Heimat , where Arnold Schwarzenegger improbably scratched shoulders with Yolandi Visser, and most of the models from the hit ceased up jump-start in a swimming pool. Von Unwerths Instagram feed is just one of the few that clear pattern weeks actually search fun. On International Womens Day, the fashiony corners of Instagram were awash with tributes to her: You make fun, sexy, craziness to give. I ever experience pushing my boundaries, hugging my femininity/ virility and of course my personality always raucous and proud when we work together, wrote one example, Alexina Graham. Ellen von Unwerths playful and empowering photos are such a exultation to be a part of and I am so happy she is there to represent women in such a male reigned professing! wrote another, Syrie Moskowitz.

I ever give the representations something to do: Ellen von Unwerth. Image: Steffen Kugler

It is clear that everyone had a whole lot of snickers in Bavaria. Von Unwerth flows towards an image of three women topless on a sled: This example is Miss Russia and she brought a lot of vodka to the kill. So the latter are boozing behind my back in the snow. Von Unwerth is not much given to analysing. When I allude to the male gape she has no theory what Im talking about. When I find myself comprehending for the word porn she hit back: Have you ever seen a porno? Well, one of your envisions does literally outline two beings having sex in a hayloft. Its more inspired by a B-movie sense of camp. I wouldnt say porno.( After our interrogation, one of her deputies calls me to make sure that I dont think its prurient .)

Of course, the word I should have reached for was sexual. Or perhaps simply German. Look at the scandal there was with Janet Jackson over here, she says referring to the Super Bowl nipple slip of 2004. It was a tit! Its something you should be proud of and not obscure. Especially if its nice. Ha ha ha ha! In Germany it is not like this. Even if you go to a common in Berlin in the summer, everybody is naked and playing frisbee. You would get arrested if you did that in LA.

Leg pulling: Bumpy Slide, from Heimat. Photograph: Ellen von Unwerth

Von Unwerth was birth in Frankfurt in 1954 and grown up in an orphanage and a succession of foster homes. She has no recollection of her parents and not much inclination to reflect on their absence. Its what drew “peoples lives”, she says. I was free from affect and I was able to take best available from everywhere. I dont truly have a heimat . So her heimat is wherever she happens to be? Exactly.

She moved to Bavaria aged 16 to join a commune and later went to study in Munich. On her first day at university person said: Hey, would you like to do a modelling enterprise? And I turned around and never went back to university. That led to a shoot for the German magazine Bravo , which in turn led to her being signed by Elite simulates in Paris. I kind of hated modelling, but somehow I did it for 10 years. I was not really the exhibitionist kind. Its hard psychologically to be a model. And predominantly beings told me not to move when I was posing. I just wanted to be like the girls in my scenes now.

Your Turn,( Rihanna ), 2009. Photograph: Ellen von Unwerth

It was exclusively in 1986 that she firstly started taking picture herself a boyfriend lent her his camera on a fashion product in Kenya and she went into a nearby hamlet to kill local children. I came back home and established them to my friends and they were like: Theyre really good, Ellen! Because prototypes are supposed to be stupid. I was astonished myself because I wasnt so interested in photography. I had never learnt how to do it.

Her portraits were published in the French periodical Jill , and she went on to shoot for i-D , the Face , Interview and Vogue , in the vein of her greatest force Helmut Newton. It was a shoot with the then unknown Claudia Schiffer for French Elle in 1988 that cleared both of their occupations. She was a sugared girl and I didnt think so much of it, but when I looked at the pictures, I called my husband[ music producer Christian Fourteau] and said: Doesnt she look like Brigitte Bardot? The teeth, the eyes? Soon after we did the Guess jeans campaign and it was a jumpstart to my vocation. She also detected Eva Herzigov( shes gushing with vigour) and Nadja Auermann, and hit the notorious 1995 Playboy shoot that announced that Drew Barrymore was no longer the girl from ET . She has remained in demand even though the smartphone epoch has debased the art.

Saddle up: On the high horse, 2015. Photo: Ellen von Unwerth

Its not special any more to be a photographer, she says. Even when I take a drawing, everybody countenances next to me and takes the same video. Five minutes later its on everyone elses Instagram and Im old information so Im forced to take paints on my iPhone too.

She tells me she can usually tell the difference between a photo a follower has taken and one a woman has taken. But I find it crazy how girls photograph themselves all the time. When I was a girl and searched in the reflect, my stepmother would come in and give me a slap. There was this idea that if you did that, the demon would get in you and steal your temperament. Now everyone does this. I question patterns sometimes, Do you were supposed to take so many selfies? And “theyre saying”: Simply when I take selfies do I get likes. Its heartbreaking! Narcissism is so celebrated in our society, sometimes beings lose interest in other people.

Heimat by Ellen von Unwerth, price 650, issued by Taschen as a collectors edition of 1,500 prints, each numbered and signed by the photographer. For more information, go to taschen.com

Read more: www.theguardian.com

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