#Sorry but I'm having too much fun with this crack theory

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omg i adore your mbti series it’s so much fun, i was just wondering if i could request enfp?

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 5

ENFP + ESFJ

Thank you Anon, @strawberrybuni , @shathanku and @chososwhoresblog for requesting ENFP. Also thank you @suchasecretiveninja for being interested in this MBTI series I really really hope you like these and that you are satisfied with the characters 🫶🏻✨💌

Currently working on the other MBTIs and oneshots requests, sorry if I'm taking too long <33

Divider credit: @cafekitsune your work is amazing *Chef kiss* 💖

ENFP:

Yuji Itadori = First and only love.

Full of enthusiasm both of you. Instantly drawn to each other like a magnet, since you share many personality traits. Your adventurous and curious nature has brought you two together. Finding joy in each other's company while embracing new experiences and challenges, both within your relationship and beyond. You're your own number 1 cheerleader. You want to start a new career? learn a new language? Yuji will be right there beside you, offering support till you reach your dreams. As an ENFP, you tend to feel jealous and anxious over the smallest things but with Yuji all your worries fade away. Hr constantly reassures you and express his love to you. Plus, he is incredibly loyal and sees you as his whole world. ENFPs get bored easily and crave constant amusement, luckily with Yuji's playful and humorous nature you won't be feeling any boredom. He effortlessly brings joy into every moment, making it his daily routine to crack jokes and find humor in any situation because he loves to see you happy and loves listening to your laugh. ENFPs are quite affectionate and needy, fortunately, you've got Yuji as your boyfriend, because he's so good at combining all love languages to satisfy your needs and make you feel loved. You have a childish and dramatic side that only Yuji can handle. At the same time you are very mature, so Yuji loves how you can be both depending in the situation. As an ENFP you naturally bring the best out if Yuji, so he works hard ti become stronger for you. Both of you are rays of sunshine and at the same time sunshine protectors. You would be 100% safe around him, and no one is allowed to hurt you.

Gojo Satoru = Frenemies.

ENFP and Gojo are friends but with tension. Gojo is an ENTP, he relies on the power of mind and analytical mindset, while ENFP tends to be more compassionate and emotionally driven. Gojo might tease you a lot and starts debating with you out of the blue. He would try to force his ideas claiming that they are more accurate and effective than yours because your ideas are idealistic but not logical. This clash of approaches may cause tension between you two. Also while making decisions, Gojo might try to assert dominance and make his own personal decisions work, overshadowing yours. And as an ENFP, you hate reinforced rules, opinions etc.. that may restrict you or prohibit you from using your intuition. Gojo tends to be very critical of people around him, and criticism stresses ENFPs out. He sometimes does that on purpose to annoy you since your type gets easily angry. Despite this tension, you managed to become friends. Both of you are chaotic, and your relationship is dynamic and full of energy. You and Satoru have have mutual traits like your shared passion for exploring possibilities, understanding theories even though each one of you have completely opposite perspectives. But your love for knowledge brought you together. Also both ENFP and Gojo are very affectionate and like skinship and closeness. So playfights and playful skinship is a common occurence between you two. He turns off his infinity on purpose so you can playfully slap his arm or throw a pillow his way. You'd be enjoying time together, laughing and being the loud extroverts you are and then in a split if a second, you start bickering leaving everyone around you confused. You perfectly portray a love hate relationship.

Yuta Okkotsu = Colleague.

I feel like despite ENFPs being an extrovert, they still can blend and get along better with introverts. ENFPs take emotions into consideration and with Yuta being a shy person, I think he'd work comfortably with you without being paranoid about being judged or misunderstood. ENFP type has an outgoing and expressive nature, Yuta is quiet and calm, so this would create a balance. You might also help him get out of his comfort zone without making him feel pressured or awkward, you'd create a supportive environment, free of judgment. While his thoughtful approach inspires you to reflect more deeply on certain matters. ENFPs are known for their empathy, so you'd respect Yuta's need for solitude and quiet moment while at the same time he tries to be more socially engaged for you. Yuta appreciates your understanding and considerate nature, even Rika gets along with you for treating Yuta right.

Miwa Kasumi = Bestfriend.

The friendship between you and Miwa is warm and filled with positive energy. The two of you value empathy and compassion. You are sweet and down to earth. Your nature made it easy for you to quickly bond with each other in no time, since both of you fostered a deep understanding and acceptance of one another. Your friendship is characterized by a strong emotional connection, where feelings and vulnerability are cherished, creating a safe space. You influence each other positively to channel and promote your kindness to the people around you. You also support each other through thick and thin. You have a healthy bond with less to no conflicts at all.

ESFJ:

Nanami Kento = Husband.

Despite you being an extrovert and Nanami an introvert, you unexpectedly made a good couple. Nanami's type is a responsible, trusting and organized partner, and ESFJ meet his preferences. Nanami is a wise man, so he would bring balance into you relationship. ESFJs are known for their warmth and sweet nature sibthisywould serve as a factor to help Nanami loosen up a bit and lower his guards in your presence so he can feel your comfort, express his feelings more freely and learn how to reassure you regularly since as an ESFJ you're sometimes needy and clingy, also he would learn how to help you when you struggle with self doubt and low self esteem. The F in ESFJ stands for feeling, so you depend more on emotional approach while Nanami more on analytical approach, so together you can strike communicational balance. As an ESFJ, you managed to break through Nanami's tough exterior, revealing his soft side, that he started ti show only in front of you. The two of you have shared values in terms of love, you and Nanami are loyal and committed to a long lasting relationship that eventually was crowned with marriage. Marriage strengthened your bond even more, making you deeply understand and align with one another. Also accept your difference and bring the best out of every challenging situation; always trying to create a positive outcome of arguments and turn mistakes into lessons that you'd learn from. Your relationship is well rounded and harmonious, you appreciate each other's strengths and peacefully live with the differences.

Ino Takuma = Interested in you.

You two have a dynamic and engaging relationship with a wholesome chemistry that led Ino to develop feelings for you. Both of you are extroverts with golden retriever vibes, you enjoy social interaction which made it easy for Ino to get to know you in a personal level, since ESFJ tend to share things about them with others, and to his luck you lived up to his expectations. He relies on feelings as well so he would feel the emotional connection with you making him willing to satisfy your needs. ESFJ is kinda similar to Ino's MBTI which is ESFP which results in a mutual interests. Both of you can relate to each other in certain situations, discovering a huge compatibility. Ino would be the one to fall hard for you. ESFJ has got a charming side that no one can neglect. ESFJ tends to be talkative as well and Ino enjoys listening to you rambling about random things. Ino's MBTI tends to jump to conclusions, so he might misunderstand your generous and empathetic side and think that you reciprocate his feelings. Overall, if you don't end up dating you would be good friends but if he chooses to go to ghost you in order to move on you would find it difficulty since ESFJs find it hard to move on from a breakup even if it's just a casual friendship.

Mahito = Ex-partner.

ESFJs trust people easily, with Mahito being manipulative he would find it easy to feed you with his lies and convince you that he is a good partner to make you fall for him and get you wrapped around his finger. But as every other lie, it gets revealed. Your values differ from Mahito's. ESFJs prioritize and take care of their loved ones and also value stability and loyalty, but Mahito prioritizes his goals and ambitions and isn't faithful. He is known for using people for his own needs and interests and that would be the case with you, you'd be one of his victims, which leads to you breaking up. You simply have a desire for structure and routine to ensure the stability for your relationship but Mahito feels restricted and can't serve as a good partner who would at least try. He's all talk but no action which is contrary to ESFJs.

Remember this piece of writing is for entertainment purposes only, also it is imo so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻🥹

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[springtime-creations]

Longwinded over-explanation as to why I DON'T think these Wanderful PreCure leaks are real or at the very least not be taken as 100% accurate if they are real.

POTENTIAL SPOILER FOR WANDERFUL PRECURE AHEAD!

As someone who's been into PreCure for almost a decade, and has been studying art in an informal setting (self taught artist go brrr) I've noticed some issues with these leaks.

First is obviously the names. Never in the entire history of PreCure have we had a cure whose name lines up with the title. No Cure Smile in Smile, no Cure Suite in Suite, no Cure Fresh in Fresh- you get my point. Cure Wonderful is a highly suspect name, however could still be real as PreCure is always experimenting. Cure Friendy on the other hand is WAY more egregious. Friendy isn't a word, and PreCure isn't known for making mistakes that bad. But it could have either slipped through the cracks OR as these photos look like prototypes that were meant to be destroyed, it's possible Friendy is a typo and she's meant to be Cure Friend, Cure Friendly, or an idea my phone gave me via autocorrect Cure Trendy. Any of which could fit my theorized theme of dog styling or the latter to with a blanket theme of dogs. But they could also be placeholder names. Fake names used to differentiate the characters before they're ready to start publishing their real names.

Secondly is the design. Although I'm not classically trained (see above for self taught artist go brrr) I have a good grasp on art fundamentals via independent study. I was wondering why the designs looked so off to me, and outside of it looking like it was traced off of Aikatsu, I realized that these silhouettes SUCK. Having a strong silhouette is an important aspect of making an identifiable cartoon character. Case and point, a few previous seasons compared with these leaks:

(Pardon the rough nature of the silhouettes, I had to make my own on my phone) without the details, I have no idea what I'm looking at with these designs. With previous seasons, the silhouettes themselves gave us an idea of the vibes or even themes for the upcoming season. Here though? I mean my crappy silhouette of Cure Wonderful made her pigtails look like a cat sitting on her head when I asked my boyfriend for input. These silhouettes are incredibly weak with their long hair basically ruining their design by hiding their dresses. Fun fact! These are the same issues I had with Colgate-chan- oh sorry Alear from Fire Emblem Engage that made me think those were fake too. The minor details were the only thing that separated them from other characters since their silhouette was awful.

Now weak silhouettes aren't always a crime against art, however for a piece of media that is meant to sell toys, is in animation, and for children? Yeah no you need a strong silhouette for the audience to easily identify. The only reason such a weak silhouette would work in PreCure is because no other Cure has one this bland. You can tell which PreCure is Cure Wonderful because "oh that's the least fun looking one". Since her charm comes from the details you can't see when it's just her silhouette, that means that although they're all still cute, they could have been MUCH cuter, which Toei is typically really good at.

So in conclusion, are these definitely fake? I'm not sure. Given these products were probably taken home without permission from the manufacturer, it's possible these leaks are one of three things.

1. An INCREDIBLY well done fake leak, potentially by Toei themselves since they do that sometimes.

2. Real prototypes made with VERY early drafts of the characters and placeholder names that were intended to be destroyed once the designs/names got updated.

3. This is the real deal and this is going to be a fairly weak season in terms of aesthetic.

I'm personally leaning towards 1 or 2 since PreCure usually has higher standards of production. But hey, this is just my theory regarding these leaks. I know one of my girlfriends loves Cure Friendy, and I'm always here for more green rep in PreCure. I'm still excited for this season even if the aesthetic might be a bit weak. If there's anything I've learnt from PreCure, it's that even the most casual of seasons can get real dark real quick and somehow still work. Didn't Cure Grace literally leave someone to die... idk I haven't been able to watch a full PreCure season since like Go! Princess first came out 😭 fuck I'm getting old-

#wonderful precure leaks #wonderful precure theory #wonderful precure spoiler #wonderful precure #precure 2024 #theory #hyperfixation #over analyzing #art analysis #design analysis #wanderful precure #wanderful precure 2024

[luvistqrzzz]

THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 21- FINALE::: it's like a polaroid love ( written::: 0.5K )

'Where are you taking me, Chae?!' You screamed blindfolded as you felt your three friends around you, leading you out of Hueningkai's broken car.

'Ssh! It's a surprise', she replied, taking your hand and pulling you into a room. 'I swear to God if you're kidna-' your voice died down as Sunoo removed the blindfold and you were met with the somewhat familiar surroundings of... Hungry Jungle diner.

You stood there, frozen in your spot and feeling tensed because you knew who'd be there. The guy you'd met (? sort of ) in this place. The exact one standing on the small stage staring into your eyes.

The silence was broken by Chaewon gently tugging at your hand and leading you to an empty table. You quickly looked away from him, embarrassed. Who thought it'll be a good idea to bring you here? You could almost kill your friends if only you didn't love them so much.

Heeseung cleared his throat, catching your attention, 'The last song for today is my uh own song and it's written for a special someone. I hope yall enjoy it.'

A soft melody filled the place as he started singing but his eyes were on you.

Why am I relying on to love?

It's obvious feeling anyway

I believed I would know everything

I guess it as trap that I fell for even I knew it

You couldn't help but blush at his voice and the sweet lyrics. Maybe giving the letter wasn't that bad of an idea. Even if the room was filled with people, for you, the chatter died down almost like you and Heeseung were the only ones.

It's like a polaroid love

It's not going my way

I don't even have any trendy filter

But I love that vibe

He finished it, a small hopeful smile on his face. Heeseung muttered a small thank you and bowed before leaving the stage.

Alarmed, you quickly got up, following him as he walked towards through the back door. 'Yah Lee Heeseung!'

He stopped in his tracks. This wasn't part of the plan. He had planned to properly confess to you after the night ended, not like this. 'You can't just walk away after singing that song and making me go crazy.'

He turned around to face you but before he could say anything, you ran up to him, pulling him into a kiss. His eyes widened but he slowly melted into it, pulling you closer by the waist.

You didn't even know what had gotten into you but there you were kissing him out of the blue, a thousand butterflies going wild in your stomach.

'I'm sorr-' '- sorry.' You both burst out into laughter, faces still close to each other. Heeseung caressed your cheek. 'Soooo, what do you say, girlfriend, let's get out of here', he suggested.

You playfully shoved him, 'Who said I was your girlfriend, polaroid boy?!'

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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

TAGLIST- open! send an ask or comment to be added- @yenqa @xuimhao @ddazed-lhs @astrae4 @ghostiiess @seungminstaehyun @haechansbbg @chaechae-23 @ak-aaa-li @whippedforbeomgyu @ahnneyong @ineedaherosavemeenow @jhopesucker @j-wyoung @tnyhees @liliansun @rikizm @jadeluvsenha

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AN- ANDDDD THATS A WRAP!! Omg i cant believe that its finally over my first finished smau😭😭😭 i cannot gurantee a bonus chapter but imma try TT!! Tysm to alll who supported this smau ily ily your comments and feedbacks really made my day <33 this was such a silly idea but it turned out fun i hope yall enjoyed it too🤧🫶! See yall in love theory iggg ;))

#📸accidental polaroid ! #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen social media au #enhypen au #heeseung imagines #enhypen fanfics #enhypen fake texts #enha fake texts #enha fics #enhypen fluff

[lizaluvsthis]

MY BOUNDARIES:

Allowed-

- you're only allowed to call me Liza/Liz

- to ask me specific questions or anykind of stuff you want to put

- submit your arts or anykind of gifts you'd like to give me here by mentioning me

- give me an art request ONE at a time- chat stuff about Smg3/Smg4

- G0r3, Angst, Fluff, any drama stuff- just don't come overboard too much-

- If you'd like to DM with me you can! Keep things appropriate please, I'll be likingly to ignore people who're going a bit too far...

- talk out theories, research, lores, analysis from recent smg4 stuffs besides SMG34 too!

- ask permission if you want to repost or download my comics but if you couldn't just give credits ♡ (if not I'm blocking you out.)

NOT Allowed-

- You're not allowed to call me Eliza/El-

- I don't support AI arts or voices and I only use them sometimes for fun.

- I don't ship Smg4 x Mario or even Mario x Meggy so if you're in my blog get out. But if you want to stay- then you could- I don't want to mention much from those two ships

- NSFW, S3xual!zing, Ped0PH1LES, R4C!STS, Mean *ss people, H0MOPH0B3S, R4P3, TR4NSPH0BIA, GR00M3RS, 1NC3STS, PR0SHIPPERS, C0MSH1PPERS, PR0F1C, D34DD0VEDNE, SH0T!/LOL1C0NS, F3TISH

- I dont like people talking about F3T!SH stuff ITS GROSS. GET TF OUT.

- If you keep calling my pronouns HE/HIM or SHE/HER I won't be hesitating on blocking you.

- teasing or bullying here is not fun.

- If you have a problem about smg34 being an 'actual ship' saying "but aren't they brothers?" You're the one to touch some grass and rinse your eyes

- Make jokes about a character getting hurt/trauma physically and Mentally

- Art critisizing (this is MY art and I could change it whenever I want)

- ANTI SMG34 FANS ARE NOT ALLOWED.

- ask me 2 or more art requests I will insist myself if I did gave permission on that- not allowed to steal my HARDWORK/ARTS/FICS or even my artstyle.

- I dont take any of those people who ask me from askbox about Tari x four or something like Meggy x Mario (I know some people here ship them but sorry I cant accept it, please consider my apology in advance. No I'm not starting a war or even hating about it I just dont have the guts for that)

SHIPS- (From Smg4)

CRACK SHIP REAL - Blue

OTP- Red

Maybe? - Orange

Friendzone only - Green

NO. JUST- NO - Purple

I mean I dunno not there yet Ig - Pink

OTP!!!

SMG34

Bowuigi (THIS EXISTS)

Melony x Axol

I'm not there yet but I can see it-

Smg1 x Smg2

Tari x Meggy

Maybe? I dunno-

Niles x Smg0

Tari x Saiko

Meggy x Desti

Chris x Swag

Kaizo x Saiko

Platonic <3<3

Smg1 x bob

Mario x Meggy

Mario x Smg4

Mario x Smg3

NO just NO.

Mario x Smg3 x Smg4 (but if its only for friendship ways then its a friendzone/rather than a ship)

Meggy x Smg3

Tari x Smg4

SHIP ON CRACK- CACKLED

Dasani x Smg4

Death Coffee x Smg3

Mario x PV (please don't take it seriously)

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CHARACTERS ORIENTATION (HC):

Meggy Spletzer- Demisexual

Tari- Demisexual / QueerPlatonic

Saiko- Asexual

SMG4- Bisexual

SMG3- Pansexual

Mario- AroAce (he loves spaghetti)

Swag- Gay

Chris- Queer

Luigi- Bisexual

Bowser- Demiromantic

Peach- Lesbian

Bob bobowski- Straight Aly

Melony- Straight Aly

Axol- Straight Aly

SMG1- Demisexual

SMG2- Panromantic

Karen- Straight Aly

PuzzleVision- ?¿?¿?

#lizaluv #my introduction page has a restriction that i dont ship mxm

[supernovafeather]

War Buddies

FO!Poe Dameron x M!Reader

Content: MxM, friends to lovers?, bi!Poe, gay!M!reader, only one bed, cuddles for warmth, coming out, sexual mentions, mention of break up, fluff.

Days are getting horrifyingly similar after two weeks spent in this watch tower in the middle of this frozen desert a few miles away from the main base. The cause ? Poe. And you too but just a tiny little bit.

"I hate you." Your fellow pilot groans from the window.

Fortunately despite its abandoned state, the cabin is solid thanks to the stone protecting you from the wind. As half of its structure was dug into a cliff, warmth was not much of a problem. Well, that was the theory. And indeed, you got cursed with the cold coming from the gaps between the rocks and the building that actually forces you and Poe to keep a thick blanket wrapped around you all day and all night long.

"Mr Dameron, you are the only culprit in this room and for the hundredth time this week I beg you to stop whining about our predicament."

Looking like an obese duck in the two layers of thick grey and pale yellow fabrics, the pilot waddles towards the couch where you are already sitting before jumping on it. He is acting like a grumpy kid and honestly you don't mind that much. It's a blessing to see such a talented pilot not taking himself too seriously once out of his TIE. And he is physically pleasing. Which, of course, isn't a matter you would complain about.

"I won't stop because you laughed at my joke in case you forgot." He groans as he peers up at you. "I didn't force you to do so."

"Your sanction would still have been to end up there. And alone." You state with an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "I told you that your joke could wait a bit."

"Are you still my buddy or are you starting to turn into a boot-licker ?" He complains. "Joy killer."

You look at each other for a few seconds as he sits correctly on the couch and as as you tighten your blankets around you a loud laugh erupts from your throats.

"Come on that was a great joke." Poe whines as he comes closer in excitement. "Admit it. You can admit it you know."

"I wasn't saying it wasn't fun. It's just that making me laugh during a meeting wasn't necessary." You reply with a guilty smile.

"See ? I'm hilarious."

"Our exile is less hilarious though." You mumble as you look around you.

Your insufferable duo got sent there as a punishment and you do hope it's going to be the last time. The instructions had been clear right before your departure : look at your radars to report any abnormal and/or unexplained presences in the sky around the base. But due to the blizzard not any spaceship could even try to get outside. You miss your TIE and you are pretty sure Poe thinks the same.

The walls are cracked here and there, the furnitures covered in a thin layer of ice next to the windows, and you stuffed the holes between the structure and the cliff with heavy and old fabrics that got given to you. Apparently they were fully aware of how nightmarish it would be up there.

"Yeah. Yeah it's not fun I know." He says with a lower tone. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know it would go that far."

"Don't worry. Well. I think I'm going to go to bed."

He nods and you only have to waddle towards the other side of the room to find the nest you created. Two mattresses lifted against the wall and covered in some thin bed sheets to make the walls of a cabin, and the ground covered in cardboard and some clothes to isolate you from the cold. It's narrow there but you never complained about it, for a good reason.

"Leave some room this time. I don't want my butt to freeze again." He whines behind you.

You smile while facing the wall. Your back is starting to hurt with all these nights spent in such uncomfortable positions but you forget about it pretty quick every time Poe joins you. After all there is no other space that could be used as a night place.

After a brief battle in your blankets not to get your improvised shelter to collapse over you, you feel his arms around you beneath the thick layer protecting the both of you from the cold. As always you close your eyes as his grasp tightens around you, an enjoyable shudder finding its path all over your body.

"Stop being so... so icy." He mumbles against your nape.

"Icy ? I'm not icy. I'm freezing."

"Picky when it comes to uselessly precise words."

"Next time you'll say I'm ice cubed."

"No, you're blizzarded."

"You go get blizzarded dumbass." You whisper.

You laugh at the slight tap you receive on your cheek. It's as simple as that between you, a chaotic duo of friends risking their life daily for the First Order and joking around whenever they could. It doesn't let you indifferent but knowing how fast your female counterparts tend to swoon over this guy, you have told yourself many times that it was useless to try anything with him. He likes to flirt to joke but that was it. You are already grateful for finding a colleague comfortable with that.

"Now that we're completely isolated," he starts against your nape, "do you think we are going to stay here for long ? We don't have much food remaining."

"Yeah don't worry. You're still out best element when it comes to piloting skills. They won't give up on you despite your despicable sense of humor."

"Yours must be despicable too if you laughed that hard."

"Doesn't change the fact that yours is really the..."

You interrupt your sentence as you feel Poe's hand gracing yours. It doesn't take a genius to notice how cold they were even under the blankets.

"Poe you're sure you are warm ?"

"You're crushing my arm I can't feel it anymore." He complains.

"You only had to tell me before, idiot." You say as you lift your body up to let him enough room.

In this tiny tent there is not even enough room to sit up properly and rare are the nights you can spend with a good sleep due to the battlefield erupting from time to time. Not that you don't like it. Poe is funny and when this limbs-thing happens that means...

"Come here." You sigh as you hide your grin.

"Don't get accustomed to it." The elite pilot mumbles as he crawls on top of you to rest his weight on your body. "You being comfortable doesn't mean I appreciate your existence."

"Of course as you love it."

He doesn't answer and you let him tangle his legs with yours, his head resting on your chest as you feel his muscles relaxing slowly. Warmth is already easier to feel, spreading under the blankets as his frozen hands grab your clothes.

That is the best part of this exile according to you but you won't precise it in your report. No one needs to know how relaxing his embrace feels as a snowstorm is raging outside. Right now you only need to rest your hand on his back, your arms securing his body against yours.

"You sure that doesn't annoy you ?" Poe asks as you only have a mop of dark curls on view.

"Me sure." You answer and he snorts. "I'd have told you otherwise."

"Yeah. Wouldn't make it more awkward."

"It's not awkward." You say. "We need to survive in case you forgot."

"Yeah. Yeah true that. But isn't it dubious with your boyfriend ?"

You scoff at that. Poe is extremely intelligent when it comes to fight, calculations and how to make people laugh, but he tends to be late in sole other matters.

"Poe, do you think I would do what we are doing if I was still with him ?"

"Oh sorry I didn't know. Well I thought we were war buddies. We face death almost every day and hugs are not the most shocking thing I've seen. It's great."

The pilot looks down at you, his eyes fully alert focusing on your tired ones.

"You're already getting a hug," you mumble lazily, "don't expect me to sing you a lullaby."

"No I meant are you absolutely sure with your boyfriend stuff ?"

"Yes. I'm the one that broke up. So my boyfriend stuff is now my ex stuff."

"So is it gay to embrace a war buddy ?"

You chuckle uncontrollably at this. For a man successful with ladies he sure isn't afraid of playing with his sexuality. It's clearly refreshing but you know better and learned not to set your expectations too high.

"War buddy is the gayest expression ever. Are you gay ?"

"Uh no. Not that I know at least." He says in a lower voice.

"You're gay."

You were expecting a reaction from him but instead the man lies down on you again before rolling to the side in silence and battling with the mess formed by your entangled legs.

"I mean... I'm wondering a few things." He confirms under your surprised gaze. "I don't know. I mean I like women. They're great no problem. But I've never tried with a guy. So technically can I know if I'm into men or not ?"

"Uh... I don't know, have you felt like attracted to a man before ?"

You turn to face him, your muscles having a rough time with the cardboard beneath. Poe doesn't look that lunch flustered or embarrassed, mostly thinking.

"Yeah ? I've already wondered what it would feel like to kiss a man. I don't see why it would be different than to kiss a woman. Maybe beard would be strange to me."

"And more ?"

"A massive beard ? Wouldn't like to feel like drowning in that."

"I mean sex."

"Ah, now the big question." He mutters with a small smile. "I'd prefer to start with a kiss."

Between his soft voice and the way his expressive eyes lock with yours, you are pretty sure he is asking for your permission. Tonight is more than just some confession about his sexuality. Personally you wouldn't complain but the goal isn't to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Wouldn't you feel a bit... I don't know, strange about it ? We're friends. I'm okay with that but just so you know."

"Uh... no. No it's just a test. Just a kiss." He says before clearing his throat. "It's a simple kiss so... yeah. And you you know that more than I do. With men at least. And you make me feel comfortable with this subject. I won't ask some random Stormtrooper to kiss me."

That image makes you laugh a bit harder than he expected you to but it's good to see him relaxing.

"Ok. Well, whenever you want Mr war-buddy."

You would have expected him to test the waters, to move slowly, to chuckle nervously. Instead he goes right for your lips, his general experience undebatable. It's soft and strangely sensual for a guy testing but you guess he is just passionate like in any other thing he does in his life. He doesn't waste time to experiment and discover new things, he is more the kind of person running towards his center of interests even if this includes explosions.

As the great teacher you are you regain your composure, all too excited by what's happening to bother about him burning all the steps. As soon as you answer to the pressure of his mouth against yours his contact gains in intensity, enough to make you let his tongue poke yours a few times.

His hesitation is obvious as he stops the kiss but you soon realize that it's only to come stronger as the angle changes, his cold hands on your burning cheeks as he dares to get more active with his tongue. It takes you all the motivation in the world not to go down to his neck. Your breaths are struggling to keep quiet and soon enough you don't care much about it anymore.

"That's interesting." He states with half-closed eyes before clearing his throat again. "It... it feels good."

"Not disgusted or ashamed ?" You ask with a knowing smile.

"No. No no that's... that's quite the opposite to be fair." He whispers. "It feels better than with most women but maybe I need to be extremely certain and try again. We never know."

You don't retreat as he pounces on your lips again and soon you remember how eager you were back in the days. With a little smile you manage to make him rest on his back, unsurprised to feel his excitement down there, and surprised by how eager he gets as he nods impatiently.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@salome-c @stevenngrant @lavenderluna10 @one-hell-of-a-disappointment @dailyreverie @thecursivej @lady-targaryen @general-latino @harrys-tittie @laura-naruto-fan1998 @later-gators12

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x male reader #fo!poe #first order poe

[krawlernyannyan]

The fun part about theorycrafting is that every one in a while you get an absurd thought in your head that you know, instinctively, isn't correct, but you start connecting dots anyway because bad theories can still lead to greater truths, and once you start connecting dots you have the moment of "Wait this might actually explain a lot?"

My crack theory for the night is this: Something Unto Death didn't actually kill Robin. Robin's killer...was herself.

Points of analysis to explain myself:

If we assume Firefly and Robin were both killed by SUD, there's a key difference between how we see Firefly die and how we see Robin's body - that is, we see Robin's body. She left a corpse. Firefly exploded into dream bubble paste instantly before she even had time to hit the ground, yet Robin's body was evidently lying around long enough for Aventurine to find it and show it to two other people at different times before it finally evaporated. This theory provides a pretty straightforward answer to this question - the bodies are in different conditions because there were two different causes of death.

The location of the body is also suspect. Both times we see SUD, it's in wide open spaces, which is intuitive because it's a massive monster and it needs room to maneuver. Why, then, is Robin's body lying in the middle of a hotel room? Would SUD really cram itself into that small of a space just to kill someone? Now, there are some possible mundane answers here - SUD could've possibly just teleported a part of itself in, or Aventurine could've just moved the body from somewhere else, but neither of those really cleanly answer this question. By this theory's line of thought, where Robin died wouldn't matter, even if SUD has to find you and kill you itself, because she could theoretically take her own life in any location she saw fit.

What exactly was Robin - interastral pop superstar Robin, pride of The Family - doing alone in the middle of the primal dreamscape? Given how important she is to the optics to the Charmony Festival, you'd think she'd have a 24/7 security detail or, barring that, someone with authority like Sunday keeping an eye on her, yet she managed to sneak off into an area that is largely outside of The Family's control? What if the reason she was there was because she was deliberately trying to get out of The Family's sight so they couldn't stop her?

It's stated multiple times that death shouldn't be possible in Penacony; in the game's own terms, "It's the promise of The Family and the blessing of The Harmony." Even a Memokeeper can't circumvent that...but what about a member of The Family? What about a tuner who can channel The Harmony, and demonstrated that ability earlier in the story?

While Sunday's lines in the epilogue would point to "death" being the culprit in both cases, I'd like to raise the following counterarguments: [A] It's possible he just got bad information and naturally came to the same conclusion we did about how Robin died; [B] Likewise taking the information he's been given and mentally blocking out the possibility his own sister chose death for herself because who would ever choose to believe that if they didn't have to; [C] He knows for a fact he's talking to Sparkle from the start of that scene since he already knows Robin is dead, and could be deliberately skewing his words to keep the truth of the situation from getting out into the public.

This isn't a complete theory - I'll admit as much. If you're looking for an idea of what she did to inflict spiritual death on herself, or why she would want to do something drastic like this: I'm sorry, I don't have them. Maybe the combined stressors of celebrity life and the threat of The Family re-establishing control over her after she'd left them drove her over the edge. We are only a third of the way into the Penacony story and there is very little we can dig into about Robin, before or after her death.

However, if you think this idea is "too dark", that it's "too depressing" and they'd never actually do it: I get it. I came up with this idea and, frankly, I still don't think it's what the real answers are going to amount to. But I think it's a possibility worth some consideration, and I'd like to present one more piece of evidence to my case. This is the one that got me on this train of thought in the first place:

On Penacony, the theme of suicide and self-annihilation are pervasive and constant. You can't go two sidequests without seeing it in some shape or form: Lew Archer, throwing herself off buildings; IV, threatening to do the same; Leslie Dean, an imaginary being, ending his own existence for the betterment of the people who created him; Sparkle, symbolically killing herself over and over by making herself the victim in murder mysteries she creates; even Tizocic II, who erased her life once by wiping her own memories, then, when she got them back, chose to return to her homeworld for what could only be her own execution. There's even more examples I could list, but you get the gist. An entire planet of people, destroying themselves and the lives they've built up, all in the hopes there's something better on the other side.

I would be incredibly surprised if that theme doesn't translate itself into the main story sometime in the next two updates. Maybe it's not via Robin specifically, and there's something much worse lying under the surface in Penacony. Right now, though? We've been given a murder mystery, and murder mysteries are never straightforward when it comes to their victims. It would be very on-genre to make us think a certain Memory Zone Meme did it, right after we saw it kill someone else, only for them to pull the rug out under us.

#HSR Specposting #HSR #Honkai Star Rail #HSR Robin #tw suicide #just throwing that one in there for safety #HSR Spoilers

[hanzajesthanza]

omg 👀👀 i was looking thru ang content on tumblr and i saw an old post of yours about the dandelion+countess stael=ang theory and !!! I actually had wondered earlier if you were at all interested/supported this theory bc I read about it awhile back and actually love it so much? :,) It's a favorite hc of mine and I may have tried to subtly incorporate it into my ang design...i just think its too Incheresting an idea not to explore tbhhhh

oh wow! i remember this theory :)...!

post explaining the theory in case anyone is confused

or tl;dr of the theory: essentially, it's that dandelion is 38 years old, dandelion knew countess de stael 19 years ago, dandelion has a penchant for lovin' and leavin' 'em, angouleme is 19 years old and is the daughter of an unknown noblewoman and some scoundrel that seduced her. and they're both blonde.

this is from june of 2019, which should provide some context.

(okay, so... sorry for long and kind of serious response to a lighthearted ask <3 i do not want to spare the details!)

firstly, i was never too fond of it as a serious headcanon in the first place, i proposed it as more of a crack theory. i wanted more reason for dandelion and angouleme to get more attention, and i thought, no harm done in a silly "what if", right? well...

secondly, only a few months after i came up with this theory... netflix's witcher premiered, and... it immediately became insufferable to have headcanons and theories about dandelion because of the shift in fan culture. i did not want to associate with the fans who were making farfetched theories about jaskier-dandelion.

due to the behavior of the netflix community, which in my experience completely disregarded canon facts and characterization, AUs and "what if"s overall stopped being fun to engage with. in reaction to the netflix fandom culture, i felt a need to stop making "weird-fun-silly" headcanons, theories, etc. that would contradict or cut against the grain of canon, and instead focus on headcanons, theories, etc. that would either support or be supported by canon. it's somewhat regretful, but i think it taught me an important lesson about why i'm here, and it deepened my appreciation of the storytelling and literary qualities of the witcher.

thirdly, since more time has passed since then, i've also engaged with new headcanons... @toussaintred and i came up with a lot of headcanons about the countess de stael and dandelion's interactions with her in august 2021. instead of being a romantic peer-to-peer relationship, she was a mature woman who he developed a crush on and was inspired to change his life and identity because of her.

i ended up writing a post about those headcanons re: dandelion and the countess de stael as they exist now, if you are interested :')

but most importantly the reason i didn't go through with this headcanon is because i want dandelion and angouleme to exist in the same space without their relationship being fraught with tragedy and disdain; i think, were he her father, she wouldn't be able to even look at him. and the guilt may destroy him, too.

it's also, for me... i have this interpretation of the hanza in that they have all made such mistakes or been the victims of mistreatment in their lives, but despite these strong emotions, they cannot go back into the past and confront the people who hurt them, or apologize to the people they hurt. all they can do now is live in the present and try to do better in the future. for each member of the hanza, there is no closure.

i see this with cahir, who harmed ciri and cannot undo that, but has now joined the company and denounced nilfgaard. i see it with regis, who destroyed his own life and pushed everyone away, but is now seeking humanity. i see it with milva, who has spilt and lost blood of her own, and learning vulnerability. and angouleme... angouleme cannot know her parents, they abandoned her and will always have abandoned her. they receive no second chances, she'll never know them, and has to deal with that emptiness which persists with her. even when in the company, which comforts her... despite her beginning to heal and try to take care of herself, she'll never find closure about her mother or father, because they're irrevocably gone.

i also think dandelion and angouleme can have a really positive relationship without a biological connection between them. i mean, i think the thought could occur to dandelion: "she is younger than, i suppose, however old little eye is now. plague, she could even be the daughter i never had- ptu, will never have..." but i don't see dandelion ever having a father-daughter relationship with her. it's more like his relationship with ciri, where it takes a village to raise a child, and he's a close friend of the family...

but i do think dandelion would impart some knowledge onto her, especially that around politics and how to navigate the social interactions of a court, which she wants to do but is unfamiliar with. it's somewhat ironic, because he himself completely disregards these kinds of manners and formalities. but he does know them, so he can tell her... dandelion and angouleme have opposite relationships with nobility and i think the most interesting thing about them in beauclair would be that dandelion is using his noble identity to secure a life he wants, but a life that contradicts his broader identity and desires in life, because his vision is clouded by the dreams of toussaint...

#ask #kashuan #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT THIS THOUGH... even if i dont really vibe with the theory now i still remember it well and #am slightly attached to it eheheh

[monstersinthecosmos]

wait sorry if I missed this but have you said what you think about the theory that Louis and Daniel are talking in Armand's luxury compound in Dubai/that Louis is still living with Armand in the show and the art is his art, the human servants are his servants, etc and this eventual reveal is how the show will kick off the show version of Daniel/Armand in the next season?

LIKE I MEAN

It's so hard to say? IS DUBAI MORE NIGHT ISLAND OR MORE TRINITY GATE????? Or the Sonoma Compound?????

And what about the crack theory that Rashid IS ARMAND?

I can see how it tracks, I'm watching for clues. The "I serve a god" line is a bit ? for Armand but at the same time I think we have to honestly throw everything we know about the books in the trash anyway. (Burn the tapes in a wastebasket, if you will.) ((But what if they're at Marius's house and Rashid/Armand is referring to Marius/The Parents????))

Like literally every character is SO different from the books so I don't feel we can really make predictions. So like, from a book perspective, the Dubai apartment does feel more like an Armand thing. It feels OOC for Book!Louis to live in luxury or have servants on his own accord. It DOES make sense for TV!Louis, though, imo, because he's a person who's always had to present himself a certain way, has shown himself to be materialistic, and even as a mortal was on the cutting edge of technology. Like owning a car in 1910 and being into the latest fashions, etc. Same in 2022. I don't think we can say the apartment isn't his on this information alone because it makes sense for him, and with that same logic I don't think we can predict literally anything about how they're going to handle Armand.

I also have so many questions about the truncated timeline and order of events here. It feels like they name dropped the Marius painting like it was supposed to be a fun Easter Egg but instead sends me spiraling because I'm like WAIT. WHY. HAS HE MET MARIUS. DOES HE KNOW WHO MARIUS IS. IS THIS ARMAND'S HOUSE? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT THIS SHOW CAN FRAME LESTAT AS AN ABUSER BUT WON'T DO THE SAME FOR MARIUS? LIKE WHY WOULD LOUIS CELEBRATE THIS MAN LMAO

The Rembrandt is so fucking Armand, too, though adsbghjkasd HE WOULD!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway idk. It certainly would put Armand and Daniel in the room together and give an excuse to kickstart their relationship, but like. Why. lol.

I don't wanna be a downer LMAO but like I've said a bunch of times; Armand/Daniel is my ship and like it's really hard to sit through this show knowing that we're not gonna see it. And it's not a matter of them being together in this universe, just, like, the things I enjoy about their story cannot happen here, they just can't. The story is about a global cat & mouse stalking game that takes place for years and steals this poor idiot's youth, and we're not going to get that. Like could this Daniel even flee from him, globally? With his health issues and the pandemic? IS THERE EVEN TIME FOR THIS IN THE MIDST OF A VAMPIRE COVID UPRISING??? Is Daniel at a point in his life where he isn't so concerned with mortality and would he even bother running? And I wonder how much of David's attitude will factor into this as like, an older man who feels the window has closed because he's got the perspective to appreciate his lifespan and maybe feels he's past the prime of the body he wants to be stuck in forever.

There's a potency to the idea that Daniel is on a clock with his age & disability and needs to be turned ASAP but that's just a very different story than the slow horror of starting around the relative same age as Armand then slowly aging away from him year after year and the impending doom of it all. There's also a lot of potency if the person who changes Armand's life is like an older man/father figure type !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥵 But that, too, changes the dynamic between them dramatically and the ways Armand sees him, treats him, feels about him. It's a completely different story now and I don't care about it as a """"ship"""" and I don't care if it's an old man or whatever the fuck; I wanted to see the story.

And like every other change they've made, it has potential as its own thing but it just doesn't resemble canon in the slightest so I don't really know what to think of it or how to predict it at all. It's very clear to me that this story/character arc was not important to them at all when planning the show.

So yeah idk, it could be Armand's apartment. It could be Maharet's apartment. Maybe the Blackwoods are real estate tycoons with foreign investment schemes and Quinn is a woman and runs the body farm and Louis is here because of their mutual involvement with Merrick and maybe the Covid uprising is the QOTD analog and Lestat is out on his bender with Akasha and this is everyone gathering together to figure shit out. Like it could be literally anything man idk 😂😂😂 this is Rolin's thing now

#vampire pajama party on amc

[infintyonhigh]

I am and will continue to be your resident Gaylor follower, popping up at an album release, hi!👋🏻 Here with a scroll as they did in ye olden days lmao

Yeah tons of people are upset at the album prologue, many of them have received hate and threats online, getting doxxed and outed on top of that. Funnily enough they receive those threats from people that only want to see Taylor married off with kids and the whole picket fence spiel. Which is kinda funny. In an ironic way.

Anyway, I just wanted to say, there are shitty fans on both the Swiftie and the Gaylor side. You have one side trying to figure out when she lost her virginity and to whom, and another trying to figure out if one of the dance moves she does on stage is her subconsciously moving her hand in the same way you'd finger someone. So it's obvious that theorizing like that would make her uncomfortable. And those are just surface level, I'm not even gonna try going deeper and explaining every mental gymnastics moves each group makes to come to those conclusions.

You also have infighting inside each of those groups, which is just like, ridiculous? It feels just like the L and G attacking the B in LGBTQ+, like, c'mon?

My point being, this is just a regular release cycle ever since Taylor decided to become the sheriff of Pride Trailer Town back in 2019, with bi flag colored hair and all (it's called You Need to Calm Down lmao), after she liked a +18 wlw gif on this very platform, talked about "dating him or dating her" in an interview, saying "Gay pride makes me, me" and talking about decorating her girlfriend's apartment because she was too busy to do so herself. Just a small collection off the top of my head that's kinda difficult to misinterpret, and there is tons more, without ever going into lyric analysis and the sheer amount of queer flagging, but I digress.

The goal of this long-ass ask isn't really to defend, because I've seen first hand how many shitty people are there on each side. I know it's really fun to make fun of them, I've done it myself, even though I consider myself to be a part of this group of people. I straight up made crack pairings and figured out ways to connect lyrics to those pairings to show how silly some theories sound. But I'll reiterate, only one group has seen its members doxxed and outed which put these kids (yes many of them are kids) in very dangerous situations as it wasn't safe for them to be out. And that's something I'll always hold over the head of regular Swifties, because it's a life threatening act that members of the group have done. Meanwhile their strongest "ammo" is secret Kaylor baby (I strongly don't recommend THAT rabbit hole) which has very socially negative ideas interwoven in the theory, depending on who's your source of info, but has never physically put anyone in harms way.

Sorry for putting this block of text in your ask, it's been a long release day and while it's super easy for me because I'm in a way, a closeted Gaylor and remain anonymous online, some of my friends that received threats and insults today don't have my privilege. Lastly, whoever reads this, please do not fall down the rabbit hole of the monetized Gaylor theories if you ever do decide to look into it. They pretty much take old (and some new) theories people spent time putting together (because it's a really fun time) and put those behind a paywall. Also they don't have "sources", just give it a minute and think, who would provide information to a literal random fan? On tumblr of all places?

Ty for coming to my ted talk, it's now for me to get some shut eye! <3

Einstein was wrong, rpf isnt fine

#sorry my guy im not reading all that #im sorry ppl are getting harassed thats obvi wrong #this level of speculation is still insane #answered #anonymous #long post

[alpona]

Geats episode 15 liveblog:

Before we begin, will Buffa be a certain someone from Ex-aid this episode? Ahem, anyway,

- btw, will Tsumuri keep doing the recap even after Keiwa is back in business... And could there be any other reason for her to record these, will come into play sometime later..?

- Ace-kun waking up, he'll still be family with Giroli and Tsumuri. game master didn't kill him in his sleep.

Eating breakfast, did you poison the food, Giroli?

... And why am I giving out murder ideas?

- and hmmm I'm suspecting last week's outcome, getting eliminated, was also part of Ace's plan, his words also feels like 'acting' acting you know... sooooooo...

- Tsumuri is an inch away from betraying Giroli

- eager to see this ep's opening, yeeeh, seeing Ace as a glitch in the lineup is something! There's cooler opportunity to make all his scenes glitchy, maybe when he 'dies'?

- When even the crazy scientist warns game master about not having Ace around...

And they're behaving more like competitors now lol

- hmm? Just 3? No one is asking about Punkjack? They don't know what really happened to punkjack, were Neon, Keiwa and Michinaga told that he's been eliminated with Ace too?

- ohoho, more proof of Jamato and dead riders connection. My theory about Ace's origin standing.

- "write the importance and necessity of Geats in kamen rider Geats" lol. Neon and Keiwa-kun feeling the lack of Ace.

I already appreciate Ace guys, you don't have to remind me.

- this reverse situation is so fun to watch, now Ace is the clueless one among them. For a bit that is.

- you're declaring your death Michinaga! Takahashi-san's Christmas sacrifice?

- perfect time to touch an ID core and get Ace's memories back!

- why can Ace do it and buffa can't? Because Ace is the main rider, and you're 4th, duh.

- Only Halfway through the episode and your doing the dramatic dying already!

Are you reeeaaally gonna die? Right now it's gonna be too cliche..

- yeeeeh, ID core cracking! Buffa's really dying! Hello Lazer! What a familiar scene, writer-san! We're only missing the rain, someone bring the rain!

- Sayonara, Michinaga! And when you finally earned your name too.. see you again in.. uh, after some episodes! Maybe First as a stonger Jamato, and then also again in usual human form Probably much sooner, I say around 20-something.

- And we go back to the usual status quo again.

- cat's outta the bag, Neon and Keiwa knows important info too, huhuhu

- oh, so Ace won't be officially joining the game even if he's a rider?

- 'sorry game master, the show's called kamen rider Geats, not nago or Tycoon unfortunately, so maybe just let Geats be Geats' - every character at this point, probably.

- YES!! Remind them Tsumuri!This is what I've been yelling about for 3 episodes!! Ace will always come back as a rider if he's alive, literally his first wish, come on Giroli! Did you seriously forget that?!! And here I thought you had some murder plans, why you dumb? Do you need murder ideas?

- YESSS (2)! Haha! Knew it! Ace had stuff prepared in his room! Had backup plans of course, duh. (And I'm also suspecting a masterplan here later)

He's been faking some lines indeed!

Kan hideyoshi, Let me applause this guy's acting skills once again👏

Ace is smart, gotta up your Game, game master-san!

- Cool action scene time yayy! Ace's full display of multiple buckles ! "Don't forget who's the star (of the stars of the stars) of this show"

- hello executive -san, what are YOU up to? I was also thinking he made a deal with Ace or something... to get Giroli removed from game master position.... Let's see.

- huuh, More power to game master, even the game can't be cleared without his approval.

And he's officially going to do the rider vs rider battle muhuhaha! It was bound to happen.

This was basically a 'lets appreciate Ace' episode 😂. Looks like the fated Keiwa Vs Ace next episode. But I wonder how Giroli will get Keiwa to do that, as it's not in his character. There are many possibilities, but I wonder if Keiwa will also be acting, I mean, be in another plan orchestrated by Ace, all to get rid of Giroli in the end....

Or will Ace 'die' next episode, and come back again with Keiwa's wish. With some twists.

And if anyone's confused about who's side I'm on here, then yes. I'm supporting everyone and no-one, I'm rooting for an interesting story.

#kamen rider geats #kr geats #ukiyo ace #kamen rider buffa #michinaga azuma #geats liveblog #geats rant

[waiting-on-a-dream]

OKAY OKAY SO UHHH ABOUT RIN'S MV. i guess it confirms that rin and renho were childhood friends. maybe it was hard for rin to make friends, maybe other kids didn't like him that much, but renho was the only person who talked to him and spent time with him, so obviously, she became really important to him.

i'm trying to figure out what exactly happened to their relationship. at first i thought that maybe renho started going out with someone and rin found out and he did not like that at all, but i don't think there were any hints to that in any of his mvs? (unless we count the vine reference in his t1 poll JSJKSKSLSDLSLD) this is probably just me overthinking, but like.. maybe, just maybe. maybe him pushing her in the pile of leaves can be seen as him starting to act like the rin we know, like maybe he became more rude or he started to show his love in worse ways and even though renho is shown laughing, maybe she kinda got sick of it eventually?

now, about the whole hospital and white room thing. okay, so either this should be taken more literally and at one point rin had to stay in a hospital for a long time and when he could finally go to school, he found out that renho got a new friend or started to date someone. or it's actually more symbolic of rin's mental state and maybe it's supposed to show how rin can't just continue to live with one friend who he's kinda obsessed with. in that case, the crowded school hallway appearing can also show how lonely he actually is.

about the doll. again, probably just me overthinking but maybe it's like.. rin finding out about renho finding someone new to talk to and him starting to feel like he actually means nothing to her and he's just that, a doll, a toy that she can play with for a bit and then leave when she gets bored. what really bothers me is that the doll has no eyes and has this huge crack on its head. like, did she even like rin or did she just feel sorry for him? 😭 if renho actually hated him this whole time, it would make sense for this doll to look like that and maybe it's supposed to represent her true feelings about him. i even thought that it shows the way renho died for a second, but if i remember correctly, rin said that she didn't suffer, so.. i'm not sure if i should believe him, but fine, i will. what is also interesting to me is rin saying how "she broke the promise first" or that love is "telling each other everything". i guess maybe she kept her new relationship secret from him?

that's all i can say about him for now!

Um... 👀 Rin pushing Renho into the pile of leaves is actually a more direct clue to his murder. He's not the type to treat his friend badly. And even if he does, it's because he doesn't know that it's "wrong". Your theory about Renho growing sick of his behaviour isn't completely off the table though.

The hospital thing is literal and Rin had some health problems growing up, hence why he had trouble keeping with Renho when playing at the playground in the MV.

But the white room is more symbolic, haha. I read somewhere that the Milgram might be making the canon prisoners feel trapped in their own minds, and that manifests as a small space in their MVs. Haruka's white room, Yuno's pink room, etc. I thought it'd be interesting to incorporate the concept in Rin's MV. :D

Yeah, your interpretation of the doll isn't wrong. I guess it ties in with his one of repetition cover too. The doll can actually symbolize multiple things, so have fun trying to guess what else it represents!

#you're pushing the “renho replaced rin” agenda so bad HDJSDSKJSKJJKSD #I won't confirm or deny~ #👉👈 how about telling me your thoughts on the rest of my prisoners' MVs too? if you want to #aurora answers #prisoner 007: shigeru rin

[dr3amofagame]

Do you consider a possibility that c!Punz never betrayed c!Dream in the first place and whole "I'm sorry, Dream -- but you should have paid me more" thing was a facade and undercover for Punz? Like Dream said that Punz should not associated with him, so it was intentional-

staged disc finale theory my beloved !!! :D it’s definitely one of my favorite theories, though i’m still holding out (for now) as for believing super firmly in one direction or another (tho the staged finale is definitely the one i prefer for Many reasons, haha.) c!punz is so so fun no matter if the betrayal was intentional or not, but oh boyyyy if it was something planned ,,, man . 

*c!dream voice, after quackity starts visiting*: the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math. 

anyway c!punz and c!dream interactions make me soft as heck so have this !!

tw: implied torture, abuse, violence, blood, injuries, emotional distress, panicking, dehumanization, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy mindsets, illness, trauma, flashbacks, starvation mention, suicide mention, death mentions, dark content, dark imagery, prison arc/pandora’s vault themes, c!quackity critical/dark portrayal of c!quackity

Dream comes to in vague moments and flashes. 

There’s a hand brushing over his forehead, too gentle to be Quackity or the Warden, not Techno because Techno is Gone and he has Left and won’t come again, running through the sweat-soaked locks and pulling them back out of his forehead. He’s unbearably hot, shifting around on the ground, only barely registering it moving beneath him. Water, cool and clear, is tipped in between his lips, quenching his thirst and easing the dryness of his mouth. Someone speaks, voice low and rumbling, and even though he’s unable to make out the words, there’s something about the cadence of them and the specific rhythm in which they move and rise and dip that is bone-achingly familiar, enough to lull him into a fitful sleep. Through it all, there is always something, someone, lingering in the edges of his vision, a shadow standing near and watching over him; part of him remembers Quackity, remembers the Warden, and recoils in fright; another part of him remembers Techno, remembers the barest flashes of a life before obsidian and lava and pain and hell, and wants nothing more than to get closer. 

When the fog in his head finally clears away enough to think, the first coherent thought he has is oh fuck, I need to piss. 

Which, out of all possible things to think, is probably up there as one of the worst, and he’s sure that when his head feels a little less like it’s trying to actively kill him (ha, let it- it’s far from the first to try) the panic will settle in as it always does. As it is, he’s exhausted, and hungry, and he really really needs to pee- so he forces his eyes open to move away from where he’s probably still stuck in a puddle of dried blood in the middle of his cell.

The second coherent thought he has is this: this isn’t Pandora. 

The realization has him thoroughly awake, eyes snapping open out of his previous fatigue to take in his surroundings, feet kicking out to the weight on top of them that he hadn’t even noticed was there, panicking against his restraints that end up not being restraints at all, giving way easily under his thrashing and resolving to what appears to be a thick blanket when he has the mind to look. With the covers gone off of whatever he’s lying on (a bed?) he’s suddenly, unbearably cold - the prison has always been hot, the lava baking into him and leaving his skin sticky with sweat, and he thinks that the room he’s in is probably not meant to feel like a fucking freezer, but after months of being one wrong step away from heatstroke, anything cooler than the goddamn Nether feels like literal ice against his skin. The room is wooden and cozy and oddly familiar, an open door leading to what appears to be a bathroom and a closed one going who knows where, window panes built into the opposite wall to let the sunlight in. It’s a nice room, all things considered, and Dream fucking hates it. 

He pulls himself to his feet, cursing at the wobbly edge to his stance when he finally manages to stand, his vision wavering dangerously in time to the spinning of his head. His eyes flick between the two doors - he still needs to go to the bathroom, and using it now will lessen the amount of things to get in the way of his escape in the future - but at the same time, there's no knowing when people will come to (hurt him, beat him, starve him, punish him, leaving him bruised and bleeding and half-dead on the floor just as he deserves) him and he needs all the time he can get to get the hell away. In the end, he slinks into the bathroom, ignoring the thudding in his chest as he does so - at the very least, the cabinets in the thing might provide him with some manner of a weapon. 

He’s only just past the door on the way out - a fucking broomstick in his hand because it’s all he could find - when his ears catch on the sound of metal clicking against each other and his eyes fall on the knob of the other door shaking as someone makes their way in. All at once, panic slams into him - goddammit, he should’ve just run when he had the chance - and he directs quick, desperate glances at the window. Maybe, if he’s fast enough, he can book it out of there and disappear into the trees; it’ll hurt, but it’ll be better than getting caught. Anything would be better than getting caught-

 “Dream?” 

Dream blinks. All at once, the same feeling of getting the air punched out of him returns, but combined with something warm and floaty wrapping around his chest, something almost a little like relief - and hell, if that isn’t something he’s not felt for a while. 

“Punz?” 

Punz is standing in the doorway, hoodie rumpled, expression more than a little frazzled; Dream’s breath hitches at the sight of the sword strapped to his side, but their face holds none of the harsh edges and cold-dark-hard hatred that had characterized the Warden and Quackity’s visits, mouth slightly parted and eyes shining with nothing but what appears to be shock and concern. The sight of them, again, nearly has Dream dizzy, a swell of tangled, unexplainable emotion rising to the back of his throat as he sways on his feet. He hadn’t thought that he would see Punz again, he realizes, had never thought he’d see his stupid gold chain and his stupid outfit he never bothered changing, ever, or that same lopsided smirk and pale blue eyes- the last time he’d seen them, it was in that vault, their mouth twisted up in the act the two of them had decided on and eyes shimmering with unease and regret; as far as goodbyes went, it wasn’t the worst, not when Punz was one of the few to never leave him, not really, not when something ached in their expression other than the hatred that had colored all of the other expressionless faces watching him die. Months later, alone in Pandora, he must’ve grown resigned, or something, the repeated reminders that he would die alone and afraid and it would be nothing more than he deserved settling into his skin and against his bones; Punz’s expression twists, visible even across the room, and- oh. 

They must’ve thought the same thing, too.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Punz asks, finally, and Dream decides not to point out the way his voice cracks harshly in the middle, especially when the other man strides forward and starts to awkwardly herd him back in the direction of the bed - covers still thrown to the floor - in the middle of the room. Dream lets them, not replying because he doesn’t really know where to even begin describing the tangled knot of panic and shock that had strung his muscles tense when he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, not knowing if he can really describe it all at all, trying his best not to flinch at the hands flitting in the corners of his vision as he falls back into a sitting position onto the bed. His fingers settle into the mattress, pressing into the bedsheets cautiously and marveling when they fall away under the pressure. Punz watches him, expression odd, gathers the blankets from the ground and presses them over and around him in a way that’s entirely awkward but does leave him warmer than he’d been before, before walking back on his heels with an odd expression that makes Dream’s insides twist. 

“You,” Punz says after a long second, voice wavering, “are a fucking idiot,” and it’s all the warning Dream gets before a white-and-black blur is rushing towards him, arms wrapping around his chest and his vision whites out in alarm and panic. When the pain doesn’t come, he comes back to his senses enough to realize that Punz’s arms are still wrapped around him, shoulders shaking as he holds him close but not painfully, careful not to pull too much against the places on his ribs and back that leave him gasping with small shocks of pain, head pressed against the crook of Dream’s neck and hair tickling his face. Dream can feel his heart hammering in his chest, but as the panic dies something warm and long-neglected stirs in the middle of his chest, and he melts forward with a quiet hum. This is- nice. Really, really nice. 

“What were you thinking?” Punz mutters, too quiet to really be directed at him, hands curling tighter into the folds of the hoodie - oh, he’s wearing one of those, not the same stiff, bloodstained material of the prison uniform that had chafed against his skin, another constant source of pain and discomfort of thousands in the hell that had been Pandora’s Vault  - on him, and Dream doesn’t really know what to do except sit there and blink dumbly, listening to the heartbeat of the person leaning against him rumbling against his ears. It’s oddly calming, has the pressure on his chest lightening enough to take a full breath, and then another, the warmth of someone leaning against him almost too much but not enough at the same time - his eyes burn, and he ignores them. 

“I-” he doesn’t really think that Punz was really asking a question, but just ignoring his question seems rude, too, and even despite the fuzzy warmth settling into his skin and into his bones from the pressure of Punz’s arms around his body and their head against his shoulder, he’s still unable to shake the anxiety of leaving a query unanswered, a constant murmur to listen obey do as you’re told or you’re going to regret it put on a damn good show or suffer the consequences remaining no matter how hard he tries to push it away. He wets his lips when his mouth feels too dry to keep speaking, eyes fluttering closed as he leans forward further, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“You-” Punz cuts themselves off with a wet, incredulous-sounding laugh that has Dream jerking back despite himself, meeting their ice-cold eyes when they pull themselves back to look at him. He doesn’t really recognize the expression he wears, Dream realizes with a jolt, the way his lips are pressed together and the churning in his eyes, and his lungs seize in his chest. 

“Sir-”

If anything, Punz’s expression only seems to harden, and the warmth disappears as Dream looks into their eyes - cold, two polished shards of ice, frosted over pools of water in the middle of the tundra, flinty and sharp and brilliant blue. His hands shake as he pulls them back to his chest, trembling from the chill that’s made its home in his muscles and frozen them in place - sir sorry sir please don’t hurt me im sorry please I didn’t mean to

“Fuck, Dream,” he shakes his head, and only then does Dream see the slight wobble to their bottom lip, the waver to their words like they’re struggling to keep themselves together, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

 What?

You almost died, you know,” he keeps going, not meeting his eyes as they direct their gaze out the window, “Several times, honestly. Fucking hell- when Techno brought you out- I didn’t think you would survive. I didn’t think anyone could survive that.” 

Dream swallows. He doesn’t remember getting out, doesn’t really remember much at all if he’s being honest; there was the black of the cell, the heat of the lava, Techno promising to get him out before disappearing in a flash of purple, Quackity throwing him against the wall (Where the fuck did Techno go? You better have a fuckin’ answer, pal, if you want your death to be anything resemblin’ quick-) then nothing. Everything. His heart hammering in his chest and blood slick against his skin and the press of metal against his windpipe and pain, the only constant within it all, the only thing that made any goddamn sense when the room seemed to flip and turn and twist and his feelings knotted and frayed between anger-betrayal-distress-sadness-fear-grief, when reality swirled into a dizzying blur of colors and feelings and sounds carving themselves into the inside of his skull- then here. Dream flexes his hand experimentally, marveling at the feeling - the pain is almost gone. 

He’d forgotten how it felt, really, to live and not hurt. 

“Dream,” Punz calls again, voice low and worried, and Dream can’t help the way his head snaps up to meet their eyes and can’t help the flinch that twists his neck back when their frown deepens. It’d been a show, at least he tells himself, because Quackity would stop earlier if he screamed more, but- his hands tremble at his sides, twisted into the sheets of the bed, a near-constant litany of reminders and rules beating like they have a heart of their own in the back of his head. It was a show- he feels himself almost buckle, give in under the force of the stare leveled at him, and hates himself for how weak he feels, pinned under the eyes trained on his own. He’s not sure how much of a show it is anymore. 

“Dream,” Punz repeats, words even softer, and the ugly feeling of shame and anger twists inside Dream’s chest again. Punz- ever unflappable, deadly with almost any weapon and never letting anyone see him as anything but deliberately apathetic - is watching him with an expression so uncharacteristically and unbearably gentle that it makes his breath catch in his throat. “You could’ve died,” he says once again, and the look that paints his face is so terribly vulnerable, feelings pouring over like a cup overfilled, bubbling forward and bleeding from every corner, and Dream- can’t. He doesn’t know what to do in the face of such stark emotion, doesn’t know how how to handle the way his eyes burn and his heart throbs like an exposed nerve, the way everything yawns wide in the middle of his chest into void and emptiness and pain so deeply carved in the space within his ribs that he half-thinks he’s been hollowed out entirely.

“But I didn’t.” 

Punz pulls back, but Dream isn’t looking at him, is staring at the scarred surfaces of the backs of his hands and the knobs of his knuckles sticking out against the thinned-out skin and the yellowed nails he’s pushing against the blanket, the fourth and fifth ones of his right hand missing. They shake, no matter how long he looks at them and how hard he tries to make them stay still, and he can feel a voice whispering in the back of his mind, tone too familiar to ignore. Weak. 

“I didn’t die,” he says when Punz doesn’t reply, looking at his scarred hands, weak hands, broken hands. “So it’s okay. We can keep- we can keep going.”

“Dream-” their voice is a blade scraping against an anvil, nails scraping over his ribs, his hands clamping over his ears before he’s realized he’s moved and his brain screaming at him for doing so once he realizes that he has, “-what the fuck are you talking about?” 

Still, he hadn’t survived months of Quackity’s visits by bending over the second he was pushed, so he forces his tongue to move from where it’s fallen to the bottom of his mouth like lead, feels his eyes go steely even from under the way his vision has already begun to wobble. 

“It’s not over yet,” he continues, trying to keep his words even, “‘cause I didn’t die, so we’re not done. I gotta- we have to reevaluate, of course,” he can’t stop, because the second he stops talking is the second he falls apart, so he ignores the way that Punz stiffens and stills and doesn’t let anything stop the flow of words spilling out of his mouth, “because the vault and the prison- um, obviously didn’t go as planned, but it’s fine. Just a minor- um, minor inconvenience. A setback- but it’s not- it’s not unsalvageable- we just have to-”

“Are you kidding me?” Punz cuts him off with a sharp laugh, disbelieving and just on the wrong side of desperate, and the air in Dream’s lungs freezes into a solid block of ice in the middle of his chest, “you- you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Punz?”

Dream’s voice comes out small, himself shrinking back into the bed, keenly aware, suddenly, of how there is nowhere he can go to run - Punz doesn’t seem to notice that he’s spoken at all, one of his hands moving up to tug through his hair, which is - now that Dream is looking - fluffier and messier than he remembers, sticking up in all directions like they didn’t bother to smooth it down.

“You think this is fine? You think that because you didn’t fucking die, that this is all okay?” Punz’s voice rises in volume slowly, not loud enough to be a shout but enough to go hard and unyielding like a threat, and with each word every remnant of the vault comes crawling, clawing back up to the front of his head, a pounding reminder to play his role, put on a show, behave behave behave-

“Goddammit, Dream,” Punz startles him out of his own thoughts, looking straight into his eyes with their ice-blue ones, “have you seen yourself?”

 Have you seen yourself? Lying down in your own goddamn filth like a fucking mutt- prime, you disgust me. 

“Your ribs were basically shattered. Your legs had fractures on both sides, and your back was so fucking torn up that it looked like more blood than skin. You’ve been starved- enough for me to see every goddamn bone in your body, it feels like. Your throat was bruised to hell- I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to speak again, fuck, and like a day after we got here you got fucking pneumonia.” Punz’s breath hitches, “Your skin was a literal fucking oven- I thought you’d bake yourself from the inside out. You could’ve died- you should’ve died.”

 You should’ve died a hell of a long time ago, pal- should’ve saved us all the fucking trouble and offed yourself like Wilbur fucking Soot.

He flinches, and this, Punz seems to notice, eyes widening a fraction before they pitch their voce lower, clearly taking a few breaths to calm down and reaching forward to take one of Dream’s hands loosely in his own, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles. 

“You’re not fine,” he says after a long while, shaking his head. “Hell- I’m not fine. But we’re not doing anything like- like the vault or the prison again, dude. I told you they were shit ideas- fuck. We never should’ve done that.”

“It was worth it,” Dream butts in, because he can’t imagine a world where it wasn’t, can’t imagine a world where all of that was for nothing, “it was worth it-” 

“No it fucking wasn’t, are you out of your mind?” Punz replies immediately, voice overlapping over Dream’s own, “have you listened to a single thing I’ve said? You- look at you! How was that worth it?”

Dream shakes his head stubbornly, already feeling the way his jaw is trembling around the words he forces himself to speak. “The server- it was all for the server-”

“Fuck the server!” 

Punz seems startled by their own shout, drawing back at the same time Dream does, breathing ragged. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, bringing his hand to his face as Dream sits stock still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe. 

“Fuck the fucking server, okay?” Punz says, finally, voice cracking in the middle, “You lost two damn lives for this server. You got fucking tortured for fucking months for this shitstain of a server. Just- fuck them. I’m not watching you tear yourself to fucking shreds for this- not again. I can’t sit around and watch you fucking die again, Dream, I can’t drag you out bleeding out in my fucking arms again- fuck-” Punz shakes their head, and oh. They’re crying. 

“No more. Fuck the server. I’m done, Dream- we’re done with them.” 

Dream blinks, so thoroughly surprised that he thinks the shock knocked him straight out of the building panic attack, leaving nothing but a slight thrumming of anxiety still simmering beneath his skin. Almost instinctually, in a motion he doesn’t really remember but still has the muscle memory for, he opens his arms- and in a similar, near-unconscious response, Punz tumbles into his arms. 

He blinks, not moving his arms to curl around the other, feeling the weight of another person against his again and the sound of their breathing and relearning them both. This is- new, for both of them. Dream was never emotional, not before the prison, not that he wanted to be after it either- but Quackity always had a particular affinity for tearing him apart, shard by shard. And Punz- he’d never been like this, even back in the day, when things were easier and they didn’t bear the constant burden of netherite against their backs. They’d always been stoic, sharp, sarcastic, cool and dry in a way that chafed against Sapnap’s fire and always led to Dream laughing at them sooner or later. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling the heat behind his eyes finally sear too hot and boil over, tears squeezing through his closed eyes and falling down his face. 

“Okay,” he says, finally, and there’s nothing easy about the acquiescence, not when he had poured blood and sweat and the better half of himself into this place, salted the earth with his tears until no more would come and nothing else would grow. He thinks that he will have more to think and more to say and more to protest come the next days, that the binds between him and his goals have been weaved too deep with the fibers of his soul for him to tear them free without sacrificing what broken pieces of himself he has left, but all he can think right now is how fucking tired he is. He remembers Techno’s voice, going through myth after myth to pass time in the prison, and thinks with something like humor and something like grief - let someone else be Atlas for a day. The sky is too heavy right now. Punz’s arms tighten around his body, enough to remind him that they’re there but not enough to press at his still-healing ribs, and he thinks that they might understand. “Okay.” 

#tw torture #tw abuse #tw violence #tw blood #tw injuries #tw emotional distress #tw panic #tw dehumanization #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw unhealthy mindsets #tw illness #tw trauma #tw flashbacks #tw starvation #tw suicide #tw death #c!quackity critical #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #prison arc #pandora's vault #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks #dreblr

[starryevermore]

Ari and sweet peas first fight? 🥺 then all of the make up fun 😏

the first fight

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

word count: 679

warnings?: sweetpea's insecure, sweetpea and ari fight, implied smut, pet name (sweetpea)

You didn't even realize what you'd done until Ari had pointed it out to you. That you were freezing him out. It's just...You were so used to being alone. And even though Ari had never given you any sign that he would leave you, it still scared you half to death that he might one day decide that you weren't enough for him. That he wanted someone who wasn't broken, that he didn't want to raise another man's kid, that he could find happiness elsewhere. So, you did what you did best. You pushed him away.

But Ari, sweet Ari, wasn't going to let you walk away like that.

"I just want to know what I've done wrong!" Ari said. He didn't shout. He never shouted at you, even when he was angry and confused and had every right to yell at you. No, his voice was calm, or at least as calm as he could manage.

Because he was scared. He didn't want to lose you. Not when you made him so happy that he actually looked forward to waking up, to taking on the day, because he knew that he had you and your love.

"Nothing!" you said.

"Then what's the problem!?"

"Nothing, nothing's the problem, and THAT'S the problem!"

Ari frowned, pausing to think about what next to say. When he heard from Sam that Liam was at Sarah's house for a sleepover, he decided to come over to your house to get to the bottom of your weird behavior, he hadn't expected this. He had thought maybe he overstepped a boundary he didn't realize you had. Maybe he said or did something wrong. But he was willing to learn. He just needed to know what he did, and he couldn't fix it until he knew. But...nothing? How could he fix that?

"What are you trying to say?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Your voice cracked as you said, "This is just too good, and I can't...I'm scared that something bad's going to happen to us. Because things just aren't this good for me. And I can't live with the idea that you'll leave me, so I gotta push you away to protect my heart. Because if you break it...I don't know if I can recover. I don't think I can."

He took a step forward, reaching out and cradling your face in his hands. You almost wanted to move away, but...If this was it, if he decided that this was the end, you wanted to remember what it felt like to be held by him. "You're it for me, sweetpea. I love you for all the good parts and the bad parts. If you're scared, you can talk to me. I don't want you to feel like you have to push me away. Because we're in this together. Life's a journey, and I want to travel down every road with you by my side."

You turned your face, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand. "Then, let's ride. Let's do this together," you whispered. "I'm sorry, for pushing you away. I just, I'm scared. After everything that happened with Lance, this is the first relationship I've had and I don't...I don't wanna open myself up like that to be broken again. Not when I gotta think about Liam, too."

"I already consider you and Liam family, sweetpea. And I don't give up on family, I don't walk out on family. The only way you'll see me leave is if you tell me to. I promise," Ari said. "Let me prove that to you."

You looked up at him, smiling softly. "I heard that sex after a fight is always great...Wanna test that theory out?"

He laughed. "Oh, sweetpea, you know I can never say no to you."

"Then give me everything you got, show me just how much you love me," you said.

"Then be ready for a long night."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right it is."

And oh did he keep that promise.

#let's ride: a biker!ari series #biker ari levinson #biker!ari levinson #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x fem!reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson fan fic #ari levinson fan fiction #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

[rencarnationofangel]

Ps5 is really a chef kisses. Like imagine your boyfriend is taehyun and you get all pouty bcs he spending too much time in his ps5. And you're whiny saying "i'm lonely, god did I really have a boyfriend?"

Taehyun stop his game and hug you saying "i'm sorry but i'll finish soon and we can cuddle okay? Please the games is almost finish". Ofc he is trustworthy, after the game ends, he comes to you and you two cuddle until sleep.

If you ask him, "me or the ps5?" He will answer without hesitated, "of course I choose you"

Taehyun is called bighit sweetheart maknae by beomgyu you know. If you ask the member they always say taehyun is very mature and lovely. Like that just how Taehyun is. He is calm but can get overly excited for little things. He is logical but he can have fun. He's not that person who says "what? You think the earth is flat? That's ridiculous" he will saying your opinion and calmly said, "i'm not saying your wrong but i'm not agree with that" sweetly explain why he think it's wrong, without making you feel bad abt having that opinion. He's a ravenclaw, I just know he is very tolerable with different opinion.

And I just really love how he is logical but believe that magic is real. He never stop learning. Before I know him, i don't really like smart guy bcs they're arrogant and always have big ego, and always make fun of ppl when they think their opinion is wrong. Ofc not all guys like that, I get it but I've only met someone like that in my life. Taehyun change everything. He know how to learn but he know how to have fun. Relationship with him will never be boring.

You want to talked about how human is once a monkey? Bigbang theory? Fine. You just one to talk about parallel and how rencarnation works? Fine. He will listen carefully. By carefully, he really listen to your opinion not just wanting u to stop so he get a chance to speaks. The amount of love he has, but he always show it with simple gestures. He's not that kind of someone who say "I love you" he shows it.

You nervous bcs you have presentation? He will rub your hands and telling jokes, or saying random theory he knows. When he see you cracked a smile he will say "Don't worry. You already practice hard for this. I'm sure it will be alright"

Taehyun is everything you want for.

Intelligent? Check✅

Wise? Check✅

Lovely? Check✅

Funny? Check✅

In conclusion we all need taehyun in life. And stream ps5 everyone

#i hate my lifeu #where can i get kang taehyun? #txt imagines #txt scenarios #i want romance #please

[headinthestaticsky]

Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 11.

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Authors note:I was reading up on the Newborn Battle and saw that it took place in June... I get that snow storms can happen on mountains but why is everyone else wearing jackets in the battle haha.

"When the mako flies Up from the bottom in your eyes Then I know the twilight skies Are not so broken hearted."

Stylo by, Gorillaz

Today was the day, they would finally arrive ending the constant tension of the inevitable battle. We all stood tense in the field, the wolves were hiding so they weren't immediately sought after.

"Fleur, do you think you could track Riley? We need to know how close he is." Esme asked.

"On it... They aren't to far from here, it'll take them about... 2 minutes before they find us. They're falling for Bella's blood trap quite easily."

"That's good, we don't need them finding her." Carlisle said.

I felt someone grab my hand I turned and looked at them, Jasper was staring back at me.

"We're gonna be fine." He said. I turned my head due to the sound of rustling coming from the far side of the field. I looked back at him and smiled.

"I know we are."

I then saw the crowd coming toward us, they all were yelling. We then began to run toward them as soon as the got close enough both Jasper and I punched two of the vampires heads off. The rest of us had separated at that point as the new born vampires spread out. Two vampires came toward me both of them trying to take out my head. I dunk under them both easily and took out there legs, leaving them defenseless. I then took off both of there heads, another vampire snuck up behind my and grabbed me by the back of my neck, I grabbed both of there hands and flipped them over, crushing there head into the ground and shattering it.

I looked around me and saw Paul with two vampires on his back, I quickly made it toward him. Kicking two other vampires in the process and flipping over another one that was being chased by a wolf before making it to him. I ripped the first one off his body taking it's head clean off with it. Paul had gotten the other one off of him and looked at me quickly before running off again. I ran toward a tree and rock, suspecting someone to be hiding there. My theory proved to be correct, I saw a girl coming out of the little nook.

She looked about 15 years old and scared out of her mind. I stopped myself from attacking her and saw Carlisle and Esme next to me, we were unsure about her.

"Let's leave her here...I really don't think she'll try anything. She looks absolutely terrified." I said Esme and Carlisle nodded. I then ran back toward the fight. I was in the midst of a power struggle with one vampire, my arms, shoulders, sides of my neck, and cheeks began to crack from the pressure. It was unbearable, it was as if a thousand needles were stabbing each individual nerve rendering it useless. Suddenly the pressure was gone and angry amber eyes looked down at the vampire's dismembered body. I healed quickly thankfully and Jasper and I ran off together to defeat the remaining vampires left. They had all been taken out with ease with the exception of a few. Before we both could react a vampire bite Jasper right on the neck, trying to tear apart his skin. Jasper had let out a yell due to the pain and I quickly pushed him off of Jasper, stomping his head in. Emmett and Paul took out the last vampire. When we all dragged them to the middle of the field to burn them I noticed I never saw Riley.

"Hey... did any of you guys run into Riley?"

I saw uncertain faces on the Cullens, which gave me the answer.

I decided to track him, to see if he was still around. I saw him stalking up a mountain, Bella and Edward suddenly came into view.

"Riley... listen to me. Victoria is just using you to distract me. She knows I’ll kill you. In fact, she’ll be glad she didn’t have to deal with you anymore." Edward stated.

Bella looked terrified behind him. I saw Victoria come down a tree landing on a rock covered in snow.

"Don’t listen, Riley. I told you about their mind tricks." Victoria persuaded.

"I can read her mind. So I know what she thinks of you." Edward interjected.

"He's lying."

"She only created you and this army to avenge her true mate, James. That’s the only thing she cares about. Not you."

Riley turned his head to her, and an unsure look was on his pale, deadly face.

Victoria froze, her eyes slightly widened.

"There's only you, you know that!" She said.

Riley then began to walk toward Edward again, Both he and Bella backed up.

"Think about it. You’re from Forks, you know the area. That’s the only reason she chose you. She doesn’t love you."

"Riley, don’t let him do this to us. You know I love you."

Riley turned his head back to Edward a smirk was on his face.

"You're...dead."

I broke out of trance before a fight could break out.

"Guys...They're both with Edward and Bella..."

All of the Cullens's eyes widened with shock.

"Look I got a plan, Dean, you're the second-fastest in the family so you need to get that girl out of here take her back to the house... I have a feeling the Volturi are going to show up and I don't think they'll spare her. I am going to get as close to the fight as I can from the mountains and try to get Victoria to hallucinate again. We don't have any time to waste, MOVE IT!" I demanded before running toward the fight. I could hear Jasper in the distance as I kept running.

"That's my girl..."

As I ran it felt like I was having deja-vu, it reminded me of the ballet studio situation 2 years ago. That same mantra was going through my head. "Please...let me get there in time." No matter how cruel and unkind Bella could be...I couldn't stand the thought of her getting killed by the cold hands of revenge.

Flashback: 4 years ago.

"THAT'S IT... I CAN'T STAND TO BE AROUND YOU TWO ANYMORE!" I yelled at Bella and Renee.

"OH GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS CAUSING TROUBLE AROUND HERE!" Renee yelled back.

"Causing trouble....CAUSING TROUBLE? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO THIS TIME?"

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY! I HAVE RAISED YOU FOR 15 YEARS!"

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU A GOOD MOTHER!"

"How dare you..."

"What did I do.... what do I always do? Want love? Reassurance? Someone I can trust? That's not "causing problems"... that's something a parent should give to their child. Oh sorry... both of their children!"

"Well...it's hard to give that to a child you just can't stand. You act just like your father..."

"You say that like it's an insult... my father is an intelligent, compassionate man, I'm glad you left him... I didn't want to see him get abused like me."

Bella just sat back and smirked, enjoying the chaos that was in front of her.

"If you love him so much why don't you go live with him."

"Fine... I will just buy the damn plane ticket and I swear I will never come back here again!"

"I will... Bella will finally be able to get away from your poisonous mind."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before speaking again.

"Goodbye Renee, I'll see you at my wedding. I know you won't be able to resist showing up, you'll have so much fun at the open bar being the boozer you were meant to be. Your speech will probably be you upchucking on the stage. It'll be a hit with the guest."

Renee and Bella's eyes widened with shock. Renee decided to speak up.

"Like you'll ever get married... no sane person would want to be with a disgraceful woman such as you."

I ignored her, I stopped at Bella and looked at her.

"Isabella... get away from her, you'll end up just as toxic and abusive as she is." I then ran upstairs and started packing my bags... eager to leave.

Flashback: OVER

I ran up the mountain and saw a glimpse of the fight, Victoria and Riley held Edward by the arms and neck. Bella stood there paralyzed in fear. I prayed that this plan would work, I tried creating that image of James again but instead... my body changed turning into him. I stood there for a second shocked before making my way up to them. Victoria froze in fear, Riley looked at her in confusion, and Bella and Edward didn't know what to think.

"J-james... how... how are you here? She isn't here is she?" Victoria asked.

I prayed my voice would've changed along with my appearance before I spoke.

"Who? Fleur... no no no, she's too busy dealing with the army you created with... this pipsqueak. I said, my voice was not of my own.

She dropped Edward, which in return made Edward throw off Riley who was then dragged away by a wolf... it seemed to be Seth.

"VICTORIA!" "VICTORIA HELP!"

Seth pulled him down the slope, I could still hear him scream on the way down. Edward just observed us, pulling Bella behind him again.

"James... you have to understand I did this for us, I thought you were dead. Why didn't you come and find me?"

"I did find you...but then I saw what you were doing, whoring yourself out there after you came back from Texas... persuading that man by kissing him the same way you kissed me. You're disgusting!"

"James no... please don't do this."

"You should know...we began this by me hunting you... you've always been my prey. And now..."

My voice switched back to my own.

"I will take you out the same way I intended to from the beginning."

Her eyes widened but before she could escape I snapped her neck, ripping her head off a few seconds later.

"Whoa..." I heard Bella say meekly.

Edward handed me a lighter he was carrying, I lit it and threw it on her body, it busted into flames. I saw Seth carrying Riley back up, he too was dead. I threw him in the fire too, making sure both of them were taken out.

"Fleur... Carlisle said you could make hallucinations... but you completely morphed into James." Edward said in shock.

"T-that's the first time I have ever done that..."

Before either of us could say anything Edward gasped.

"What is it?" Bella asked.

"Alice needs us to go...NOW!"

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Robin — Prologue

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 2,756

A/N - and here is the prologue! this series is going to be so much fun and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as me! comment how you think it’s going so far and any theories you think may happen during the series!

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⭒❃.✮:▹   PROLOGUE   ◃:✮.❃⭒

"I didn't really have your typical upbringing. I mean, I did at first, but then the world ended. I mean, I don't think anyone was really shocked. We always thought it might, and then it just finally happened. But how it happened, now that's where it gets interesting."

"Agatha 616."

"Hey! I wanted to be the one to say that. You totally just stole my thunder, Robin. As disappointing as that just was, she's right. Yep, an asteroid heading straight for Earth. I know. So obvious. So, humanity came together, and we did what we do best."

"We shot a bunch of rockets at it!"

"And we blew it up! And it was great!"

"But it wasn't."

"Once again, she's right. You see, the thing that makes rockets rockets. . .chemical compounds, a lot of 'em. Which rained back down on us, and everything changed."

"And by 'everything,' he means cold-blooded creatures. And by 'changed,' he means mutated and started eating us to death."

"Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles. You name it. There's a lot of 'em. Actually, we knew this one kid who was eaten in his sleep by a goldfish he won at a carnival."

"Poor Todd."

"He loved that goldfish."

"And that cat of his that got eaten."

"Rest in piece, buddy. So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a cockroach, right, all you needed was a shoe. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes even that doesn't work. Especially if you don't stay in the tank, Bob."

"Bob?"

"I was just saying a random name. I don't know if his name is actually Bob."

"Then why—?"

"Y/N."

"Right. Your speech, not mine. Sorry."

"Eventually, the really big creatures and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. That's a lot of Bobs."

"And a lot of Todds."

"Exactly. Those of us who survived we hid anywhere we could — bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years Y/N and I have been living in an underground bunker. And it's not as bad as it sounds. Really. It's a great group of people, and we all love each other. You know, it's kinda what I imagined college would have been like."

"Definitely not, but believe what you want. Anyways, like Joel said, we've been living in an underground bunker for the past seven years. It's not always been the best at times, but we do what we need to in order to survive. But for you to understand our story, we need to go back to the beginning. . .to the day it all happened."

"Seven years ago, back when we were sixteen."

- - -

Seven Years Ago

Fairfield, California

The last thing Y/N wanted was to wake up at 5:30 on a summer morning, yet that was exactly what happened on the day the world ended. The annoying beeping sounds filling the air were all Y/N could focus on as she came to, her eyes squeezing shut as she groaned in annoyance and shoved her face into the pillow she was laying on.

She lazily shot her hand out and attempted to reach for her alarm clock, but hesitated when her hand hit what she knew to be the lamp that sat on the table in her living room. Y/N let out a sigh before slowly opening her eyes and looking around. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening, but once she saw the tv that was still on, the pizza box laying on the table with only one slice left, and the figure beside her on the couch Y/N knew what had happened.

Groaning as she looked towards her best friend Joel Dawson who had passed out on the couch beside her, the girl lifted up a pillow before saying, "Joel. Joel, wake up." The boy didn't respond, the only noise escaping his lips being the sound of his own snores. His watch was beeping on his arm, but he didn't seem to be fazed by it.

Y/N frowned before taking the pillow she had picked up and whacking Joel with it. The boy jumped in surprise and fell off the couch and onto the floor. Y/N fell back with a satisfied sigh while Joel groaned on the ground.

"What was that for?" Joel complained, lazily sitting up and rubbing at his eyes while the two looked tiredly at each other.

"Shut that stupid watch up before I do it myself," Y/N murmured. "And by 'do it myself' I mean I'm going to destroy that little fucker so it can never beep again."

Joel cracked a small smile at that before looking down at his watch and turning it off. His eyes flickered over the time and he frowned. "It's 5:30 in the morning? Wasn't it just midnight?" he asked.

"I think we fell asleep during the middle of Civil War. That's what we get for trying to watch all the Marvel movies in a row with no sleep," she said with a yawn as she closed her eyes once again.

"We were behind anyways," Joel pointed out as he pulled himself up off of the ground and back onto the couch so that he could put on his shoes. "We wouldn't have finished before I had to leave. Speaking of which, I've got to go. Aimee should be picking me up soon and I smell like pizza and tears."

"It's not my fault you cry during almost every movie," Y/N retorted.

"They're just so good!" Joel argued making Y/N smile softly as she let her eyes open up long enough to admire the boy. He was tying his last shoe, so didn't seem to notice as she slowly ran her eyes over the features of his face. However, the moment he was sitting back up, Y/N closed her eyes to make it seem like she wasn't watching him.

Joel looked towards her and stared at her for a moment before smiling and reaching out for the blanket that was already falling off of her and onto the floor. He picked it up and shook off the crumbs from the food they had eaten before laying it on top of the girl.

"Why do you have to leave?" Y/N whispered, opening her eyes up a bit while Joel finished fixing the blanket and kneeled onto the ground in front of her. He leaned against the edge of the couch so that the two could be face to face. The lack of distance was enough to make Y/N’s heart skip a beat, but she knew Joel wasn't thinking anything of it.

"I'm just going to go see Aimee for a little bit so that we can watch the sunrise. I'll be back after, okay?" Joel said. Y/N studied him for a moment before nodding her head. The boy grinned and pulled away to get up onto his feet again. "You try and catch up on some z's while I'm gone." Y/N nodded again and Joel leaned down to press a quick kiss to her forehead, an action that made the girl close her eyes in a moment of pure bliss. "I'll be back soon, Robin."

Y/N smiled softly at the nickname Joel had given her. He liked to refer to themselves as Batman and Robin and seeing as he had insisted he was Batman in their friendship, Joel had grown to call her Robin so much over the years that it now flowed off of his tongue naturally. Y/N had never bothered arguing with Joel about who was actually Batman, instead relishing in the way Joel would flash her that goofy grin of his when he called her Robin.

Y/N got too lost in her thoughts to notice Joel walking away until she heard the sound of the front door opened and closed. She opened her eyes for a moment, her heart sinking slightly as she thought about how Joel was leaving to be with his girlfriend Aimee. However, not wanting to dwell on the fact for too long, Y/N just closed her eyes and willed herself to go back to sleep.

Even after she fell asleep, her dreams were filled of nothing but her best friend who she had found herself falling for more and more since the second grade. Not that she was complaining. This was what her life usually was like. Y/N secretly pining over Joel while he dated other girls. It was hard to see, but Y/N knew that as long as he was happy, she would be happy even if it meant they didn't end up together.

Y/N slept for quite a while, hoping she would wake up to Joel returning and hopping back onto the couch with her. However, what she wasn't expecting was for the sound of an explosion to send her jolting off the couch while her whole house shook around her.

The girl fell to the ground with a groan, but her eyes shot open wide as the ground shook again and another explosion filled the air. "What-?" she whispered before slowly pulling herself up off of the floor and looking out the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of fire in the horizon and she felt a surge of panic wash over her as she heard the screams of people filling the air as families started running out of their houses.

"Mom! Dad!" Y/N called out, her parents running down the stairs not too long after that with their pajamas still on and their eyes still fighting away the sleep that had taken over them only a couple of moments before.

Y/N could barely process what was happening after that. The next thing she knew, they were all dressed and throwing their stuff into their car. Her parents were running around and arguing over what they actually needed, so the brunette took the time to look next door where Joel's house stood. Her eyes flickered over the scene, attempting to find her best friend but only seeing his parents.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed as she caught sight of the girl. She frantically ran across the yard to her, her hands grabbing onto Y/N’s arms as she asked, "Where's Joel? Where—Where is he?"

"I-I don't know," Y/N admitted, her eyes wide with panic as she still tried to process what was happening. "He left to go see Aimee earlier this morning. He didn't tell me where they went."

Mrs. Dawson frowned and was just about to say something more when a red jeep came barreling down the road and stopped in front of the house. Mrs. Dawson released Y/N immediately while the girl let out a sigh of relief as she saw Joel stumble out of the car.

"I'm sorry!" Joel exclaimed, barely getting his feet onto the ground before Y/N was running at him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug. Joel didn't hesitate to hug her back, his grip tight as he looked towards his mother.

"Thank God! Where have you been, Joel?" his mother asked.

"We have to go right now. Say your goodbyes, get in the car," his father told them.

Y/N then seemed to noticed Aimee who was watching her warily as if she could see right through the girl's facade. She let go of Joel and squeezed his arm before nodding towards Aimee. "Go say goodbye to her. I'm going to finish packing up and then we can talk," she told him.

Y/N didn't give Joel time to respond before she was running back over to her house where her parents were now throwing the last of their things into the car. She helped toss a few more things into the car before closing the trunk with her father. "Go say goodbye, Y/N. We need to leave. Now," her father said causing Y/N to blink in surprise.

"Goodbye? Aren't we going with the Dawsons?" she asked.

"Honey, we don't know where we're going. Our priority is keeping you safe, not trying to stay with the Dawsons," her mother told her.

"But—" Y/N began.

"Y/N," her father sternly said. Y/N frowned slightly and then with a shaky breath turned to begin her way over to Joel who was staring after his girlfriend as she walked towards her jeep.

"Aimee!" he called out causing Y/N to slow down her steps as she caught sight of the look in his eyes. "I love you."

Y/N went rigid at that, the sound of Joel saying those words to someone else making her feel like she may be sick. Tears begin to spring in her eyes and she desperately tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help it. She knew Joel had dated other girls before, but hearing him proclaim his love for one was something she had never had to witness.

And it hurt.

"I love you too," Aimee told him.

"I'm gonna come find you," Joel assured her.

"You better," Aimee said before hopping into her jeep and driving away.

Y/N was still frozen in place, her tears now falling freely down her face while Joel looked her way. His heart broke at the sight of her and he didn't hesitate to run over and wrap her up in his embrace. "Hey, we're going to be okay," he whispered, thinking that her tears were because of them having to say goodbye and not because of the interaction he had just had with Aimee.

Y/N seemed to snap out of her trance at that and she gripped onto Joel tightly, her tears becoming worse as she realized this could potentially be the last time she saw her best friend. "Joel," she whimpered. "This can't be goodbye."

"Hey, hey," Joel said as he pulled away enough to wipe way her tears, his hands cupping the sides of her face. "It's not. We've survived everything together. I'm not about to let this stand in our way either. We're Batman and Robin, remember? We'll always find our way back to each other."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Joel's face, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks before she held her hand out. "Batman," she said with a small nod.

"Robin," Joel whispered, nodding back at her as he clasped her hand with his own. They held onto each other tightly before Y/N hugged him one last time.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing very well that he didn't understand the true meaning of her words.

"I love you too. We'll find each other, okay?" he said before he noticed Y/N’s parents anxiously staring at the pair. Sighing, Joel squeezed her tight one last time before pulling away and leaning forward to press a small kiss to her forehead. "Bye, Robin." And then he gave her that small goofy smile of his that only made her heart ache more.

"Bye, Joel," she whispered, allowing herself to look at him one last time before turning and running to the car her parents were already climbing into. Y/N didn't dare look back, knowing that if she did it would only make it that much worse.

We're Batman and Robin, remember?

We'll always find our way back to each other.

- - -

"Long story short, I was right and we did find each other again. Granted it took two weeks, but—"

"Well, sorry. I didn't exactly have the colony there to pick me up when my parents died. I had to find you guys all on my own."

"And I see my mistake and I apologize. You did better than I ever could and I love you for it. You see, Y/N’s been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. Some jerk named Harley thought it would be funny to shove me off the swing set and take the swing from me. Y/N thought differently and punched him so hard he flew off the swing as if he had purposefully jumped off."

"I got sent to the principal's office right after, but I gained Joel as my best friend, so it wasn't a complete loss."

"We've been practically inseparable ever since and not even the apocalypse was able to keep us apart for too long."

"And now that you all know how our story began and a little bit about us, we can skip ahead to where we are now, seven years later in an underground bunker."

"This is where our story really begins.”

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