#also not that Distant Voices doesn't have a cool ending

[basingstokemercury]

If I had a nickel for every time an episode largely consisted of Julian navigating a world peopled with fake versions of his friends, I'd have three nickels.

Which is actually a lot for one character in one show.

#deep space nine #space station squad #the julian bashir chronicles #two holosuites (one accident one malicious) #one nightmare mindscape #one alongside Garak #one with the mental projection of his would-be killer #one alone except for the man who becomes his nemesis #two knowing it's an illusion one not #only one with any contact with the outside world #or any support aside from his own fortitude #...why does this stuff never happen to anyone else? does Julian just have the most interesting mind? #also not that Distant Voices doesn't have a cool ending #but I kinda wish they'd done the thing that SGA episode did where one of the crew members goes in to help him break out #and serves as his anchor - wait SGA did that TWICE #of course that would require them knowing what's going on #uh say they monitor brainwaves or something #NO I AM NOT WRITING THAT AU I ALREADY HAVE A DISTANT VOICES FIC TO WRITE

[chuuyasheaven]

RAAAAAAAAH idk if this counts as an ask but this specific scenario has been marinating in my mind for WEEKS and i think you might enjoy it :3c

to put it shortly ive been thinking of hot-headed reader who has trouble containing their temper (im not projecting whar do you mean) x chuuya (established relationship) that goes from angst to smut…. teehee

basically chuuya and reader begin arguing bc i hc that EVEN THOUGH CHUUYA IS EXTREMELY LOYAL AND DOTING TO THE ONES HE CARES ABOUT…. his temper often gets the best of him. Recently, chuuya had been very busy, and reader knew that, and continuously made an effort to help him in whatever ways they could, be it making dinner/lunch for him, offering to help with paperwork, etc. BUT thing is.. chuuya isn't really noticing this and treats them like a nuisance. He hasn't said anything outright insulting or upsetting, but he treats reader so differently, like he's silently blaming reader for his own temper and mood. He doesn't even call them by their nickname/petname anymore, everything feels so distant now.

So in an attempt to yk, NOT give up on their relationship, reader decides to confront chuuya about this in a calm manner, but he blindly lashes out and reader is NOT having ANY of it… cue a petty back and forth between him and reader, and reader gets out of the house to cool off and meanwhile chuuya finally comes to his senses. He tries to reason with reader when they come back, but they end up doing exactly what chuuya did to them, dismissing him and not accepting any form of half-assed apology. and so,,,,,, chuuya tries to make it up to reader,,,, if ikwym :3c

cue chuuya eating out reader like his life depends on it /jjj ((THIS IS SO LONG LMAO IM LITERALLY SOSORRY))

"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" // C. Nakahara

Summary. Recently, Chuuya has been kinda distant lately, mostly due to his work. This also resulted into you mostly overthinking— what if he isn't at the office all the time just like says? With this thought at the back of your mind, you tried to make an effort to be nice and caring as possible, only for Chuuya to decline the food you make him, denying any help you offer and barely spending time, which made the thoughts even more scary. When you can't take it anymore, you snap, at first he didn't get what your problem was until he thought about your earlier attempts. Now driven with guilt, Chuuya wants to assure you're the most important thing to him and makes up for his actions in the process.

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, the summary pretty much already tells the story, angst to smut to fluff maybe, miscommunication, Reader prolly has anxiety, swearing, ooc! Chuuya, suspicions of cheating, Chuuya didn't notice at first but it's okay he'll make it up by licking pussy ^_^, might be cringe, short too idk, Reader might be KINDAAA based off me, petnames (baby, doll, darlin', sweetheart), oral sex (afab! receiving), praising, overstimulation? , p in v, who knows maybe i fucked up the ask and wrote smth else, for the first time ever porn WITH plot, might have a rushed end, might contain grammar errors, etc.

"Hey, Chuuya, wanna eat? I made your favorite!", you said with a nervous tone painted in your voice, which Chuuya didn't really notice. "No, baby, I can't. Sorry, maybe next time?", he answered without even exchanging looks with you, just doing his paperwork as if it was more important to him. It's been like this for several days already and you did nothing but trying to help Chuuya to make things easier, but he didn't budge. You slowly started to get annoyed and just walked away to eat by yourself, silently.

With all kind of negative thoughts which caused you to overthink. These "thoughts" didn't leave you alone since he's become more distant. What if he's losing interest? What if he's not always late in the office? Am I annoying him and a burden? After you finished eating, you just put his plate into the fridge and sat alone in your living room. Some while later, Chuuya came to see you for a few minutes before returning to work. He tired hugging you but you rejected it. Confused, he looks at you before asking. "What's wrong, doll?", did he seriously just ask you that? After pushing away for the— what? The millionth time for his work? At this innocent question you snapped, well, not really but you were beyond pissed.

When Chuuya told you that he was probably busy for the next days, you understood, at first. Knowing Chuuya, he could make some time for you in between, right? He was your really loyal, sweet and loving boyfriend, caring was he too, of course Chuuya should be able to make atleast a little time. And to his credit, he did, at first. He took breaks in which he spent time with you, cooking your food with you, and also other activities you guys normally do. But with time, Chuuya got more and more work and spent less and less time with you. You also understood at first, and trying to be a good girlfriend, you tried to take some work off his back by doing some paperwork with him, only to deny you. Don't get Chuuya wrong, he appreciated it, but he'd rather do it himself. You understood, leaving him be, but then he started to work late, staying behind in the office. That's when you started to overthink a little. You really didn't want to let you thoughts get to you, Chuuya is loyal and so loving he would never, right? Why was he even staying so late in the first place? Was it because you constantly asked him to help to the point he wanted to work in the office at work? These thoughts would slowly consume you later on, and instead of speaking with Chuuya about it, you kept it to yourself, you didn't want to annoy him anyways. It's been 3 days later and he didn't even say a single word to you, just work, work, work. Were you even Chuuya's top priority at this point? You just let him distance himself, in hope of him noticing your presence. All this did was make the situation worse, to the point where you cried yourself to sleep at night feeling unwanted. Did Chuuya finally notice? No, his head is still drowned in paperwork. "Chuuya, do you have time right now?" — "No. Go do something else, doll, I still have work left." His tone had some harshness to it, a hint of annoyance too. But maybe it was because of the stress because of work. "I could help him maybe.", you told yourself, you don't want him to overwork himself, has he even eaten today? "Well, maybe I could help with the paper—" — "You can't, so please go. I still have a lot left." — "But I could—" — "Just go, I'm busy. I can't really talk with you 'cause you're gonna distract me." What a reason, but you can't let him push you away now, can you? "Chuuya, please, I just wanna help you—" — "Just leave me the hell alone and do something else. Look, I love you for trying, I don't need your help the only this you're doing right now is distracting me." "If you say so." Was all you said before leaving his home office without saying another word.

That was the last time you talked to him during these days, but today, was the day you finally snapped at him for pushing you away all these days. And for what did he push you away? For trying to be nice and take some shit off his back? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that you pushed me away for— what? A week and a half?!", you explained with anger behind your voice, which Chuuya wasn't familiar with. "Doll, I didn't push you away—", before he could speak you went on. "Stop with the bullshit. Whenever I tried helping with anything you always denied me! I can't do this anymore.", you said with a crack in your voice, now Chuuya slowly got pissed too, was it his fault for having an asshole of a boss?

"Do you think I want to do this? Who in the hell would participate in such work as a fucking joke?!", he said rather louder than you. "Your damn work seems to be more important that me, when was the last time you looked me in my face?", you stood up from the couch. "You wouldn't even know what to do!", "I could've if you took some fucking time to explain!", you shouted back, this is where Chuuya might have lost his temper. "Why the hell should I? You won't even understand when I tell you to leave! I'm sorry if the world doesn't fucking revolve around you, some people have other priorities?!", his voice got angrier and louder.

"Appearently I'm not your first priority, which is what I'm supposed to be?! I just wanted to spend time with you, but if I'm so fucking 'distracting' then I'll leave!", "Oh, so now you can take a damn hint?", he called after you tried to walk away. "What?", you stopped and turned around to face him. "Fuck you, then. I'm done, go do your work which is more important to me! All I was doing was to try—", "I don't give a fuck if you were "trying" shit! Just fucking don't because it won't matter anyway all you're being is annoying and desperate.", Chuuya shouted at you.

"So I'm annoying you now?", you said, your voice going quieter. "Yeah, with the way you were constantly up in my shit. You're not the most important thing right now, just stop trying to stress me more than you already are.", when he said that, you were facing the floor, fighting back the angry tears that were building up. "Alright, go do your work. I'll leave you to it.", you muttered, walking towards your door to take a walk. Chuuya just tsk'ed and went back to his room. It was quiet in the apartment, Chuuya was working on some papers left when he thought about your earlier argument. Wondering why you started it, he thought about what you said and slowly realized that what you said was true. He has gotten more distant, he was a little rude to you about leaving him alone and barely paid you and your attempts to help attention.

Knowing he probably fucked up in those past days, hurting your feelings and calling you 'annoying and desperate' probably caused the biggest guilt he ever experienced. Chuuya tried calling you but you hung up instantly. Okay, reasonable. The second time he called you took you're time to pick up. "Hey, baby—", "What do you want?", you asked coldly. "I thought you wanted to be left alone.", Chuuya could hear the pain in your voice. "Look, darling, you know I didn't mean what I said. It was the stress—", you really didn't wanna hear him right now, especially his excuses. "Sorry, Chuuya but I don't really wanna talk right now, since I'm annoying you anyways, talk to you later.", before getting another word out, you hung up. Chuuya just took deep sigh and thought of ways to apologize and make it up to you.

You first left at 6pm but returned at 8pm, you were a little tired after walking a lot so you looked forward to lay in your shared bed, alone again probably. You changed into Chuuya's shirt just like you have been these last several days for some missing closure, not forgetting your shorts before you sat on the bed to be on your phone. Not even five minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing Chuuya with a guilt driven face. "What?, you asked him once again. "Can we talk, please?", you just stared at him before nodding. He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him, you moved to the edge of the bed to sit down next to him.

"I'm sorry,", Chuuya started. "I'm sorry for neglecting you these past days, didn't mean to make you feel like a burden.", "So you finally got the hint?", you ask sarcastically. "Baby, I mean it. I shouldn't have priotized my work over you and pushed you away during it. I never wanted to feel unimportant.", he held your hand now, gently caressing it. "The stress made me act this way probably and i shouldn't have lashed out at you. You forgive me?", your gaze was still as cold. Chuuya just pulled you close to him, finally after a week, this made you realize that you missed him more than you thought.

Chuuya stroked your back, kissing your forehead first, then your cheeks, and lastly, your lips— those lips he hasn't kissed for something which felt like an eternity. He just wanted to make it up to you one way or another. "Lay down, dollface, wanna make you feel good.", Chuuya said to you while he was holding your chin. "I haven't fully forgiven you yet, y'know that, right?", looking away while you said this, Chuuya just had to chuckle. "You're gonna when I'm done with you, trust me.", you rolled your eyes and just laid back like he wanted. Chuuya moved himself between your legs, removing the shorts and panties blocking his path and letting your legs hang over his shoulders.

"No need to tense up, pretty, jus' relax,", he whispered, pressing kisses to your thighs, never breaking eye contact. Those kisses started to get closer and closer to your cunt, which was waiting for his tongue. Once his mouth got to it's destination, Chuuya started his work. He ate you out like his life depended on it, but he made sure he won't make a big mess. You where quietly moaning, trying to not be heard by him. "Why so quiet, sweetheart?", he lightly teased, you just looked away again. "C'mon, look at me. I wanna make you feel good, remember that?", you looked back at him, your cheeks were slightly flushed and lust was filled in your eyes. Chuuya dived back in and kept his eye contact with you, looking at you while you try to bite down your moans. This only made him suck on your clit, which also broke your silence.

It didn't take long for you to finish with Chuuya looking at you while pleasuring you. As you came on his tongue, still breathing unsteady, Chuuya got up between your legs. "You're so perfect like this, darlin'.", he whispered before kissing you, you could loosely taste yourself on his tongue. While he was kissing you, he freed his cock out of his pants. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to insert his dick inside you. He stroked your folds with his tip to catch some slick and entered almost easily, as if your cunt was sucking him in. "Fuck, I forgot how good you felt around me. Forgive me for neglecting this perfect— oh, fuck!", he cut himself off by starting to thrust.

If you weren't loud earlier, you definitely were now. Chuuya was kissing you while being inside you, thrusting while his lips were on yours, whispering "I love you"s and apologies to you. "You're so good for me, fuck— I love you so much.", his thrusts got sloppier, meaning he was close. Your arms were thrown around his neck as you threw your head back, you could feel your upcoming orgasm. "Chuuya— shit, 'm so close, please don't stop!", "Wasn't planning on it, you feel way too good for that, baby.", as your cunt clenched down around him, he surprisingly moaned, instantly cumming inside you. He thrusted once more and that's when you came undone a second time.

"So. . did you change your mind, doll?"

@moth-of-mythos // @pretendtobesick04 // @alastors-deerest // @shi-nakano // @samutoru // @munnaitorei // @sjsnsidream // @shuwyyx // @skelitea // @xaviawinter // @cvidy // @cherrytreegrove // @skk-lover // @pe4rl-diver // @walking-simp

Sorry if ur tag didn't work 😕 also sorry if I fucked the storyline up

#chuuya'sheaven ♡ #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd smut #chuuya angst

[twogyuu]

i do (i think so)

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

synopsis: inspired by lauv's 'steal the show.'

You'll be one and baby I'll be two Would you mind it if I said I'm into you? (I'm into you)

genre: fluff, crack, slice of life, mutual pining (for context, mingyu is the best man at eunwoo's wedding, oc is the bride's younger sister. this is post-wedding)

warnings: mentions of alcohol intoxication/hangovers, probably profanity, mildly suggestive

wc: ~2k

a/n: ive come to cleanse your timeline and give you mingyu fluff bc there doesn't seem to be enough of it these days 😭 !

. . . .

There's a distant hum that invades your dream - something about seeing Seungcheol huddled in the corner of an old building failing to start a fire during an apocalypse.

Weird.

Slowly, you wake up, immediately greeted by a a pounding headache concentrated at your forehead. Your limbs feel heavy, causing you to be moving so sluggishly. You wince in discomfort, though still blindly searching for your phone on your nightstand as the hum grew erratic and it was now accompanied the irritating trill of your ringtone - why did you chose that one again?

After nearly pushing it off your nightstand and fumbling a few times, you finally get to the call. You're surprised whoever's calling hasn't hung up yet.

"Hello?" you croak into the receiver.

"Hi," the voice on the other end chirps. You can't put a finger on who it belonged to. There's a small pause of hesitation before they continue. "How are you feeling this morning?"

You groan, your thinking still too foggy to try and figure out who was calling and merely reply, "Like shit."

"You did drink a lot last night," they remark.

"Last time I'm making any sort of bet with Kwon fucking Soonyoung," you mumble.

The high-pitched, breathy giggle tips you off.

It's Mingyu.

"Mingyu?" you sit up right away, but instantly regret when the headache shoots to the back of your head.

"Morning, sunshine," he replies, "Wanna go on a date?"

"Shut up," you cut him off immediately, though you find your cheeks growing warm and you could hear blood rushing through your ears.

"I'll treat you to hangover soup," Mingyu states more than he offers.

"You don't-"

"Be there in ten."

"Mingyu."

There's a click and then silence.

A sigh heavy on your breath, you flop back into your pillow and squeeze your eye shut. You're feeling something between embarrassed and confused. The events of last night were blurry and you have a feeling Mingyu knew what happened. You recall making a bet with Soonyoung, a couple drinks, and the rest was was muddy. There were flecks of memories here there: Jeonghan lugging a swinging Soonyoung away from you, stumbling to your hotel room, gentle swipes of a makeup wipe across your lips, and then -

Oh.

Oh.

Your text notification goes off.

Mingyu: You won the bet yesterday btw. Mingyu: Soonyoung just doesn't know yet ;)

. . . .

This is not the date you were envisioning.

After ordering your bowls of soup, you chose a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Mingyu settled into the wooden stool that seemed all too small for him across from you. Only silence ensued. You did your best to keep busy, pretending to admire the walls were all marked up with colorful ink. Your eyes skimmed across the doodles and the notes.

Yuna was here!

LSH x KSY besties forever <3

Moon Junhui is a cat!

Mingyu was just . . . way too comfortable in this situation for this to be normal.

He was Mingyu for fucks sake! Handsome, tall, and handsome, but clumsy with his words as he was with the way he walked. As confident as he was, he was also easily humbled by playful teases that sent him into a pouting fit.

Yet, here he was, smiling to himself, then at you, his smile growing into something more saccharine every time he caught your eye in between quiet breaths trying to cool off his broth.

When you're finally on your last sip, Mingyu reaches over and tucks a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind your ear. Simultaneously, he asks casually, "Feeling better?"

You don't get a chance finish your soup, flinching at his touch and your spoon clattering into your bowl.

Mingyu frowns.

"W-what?" you stammer, your nails clawing into the aged wood of your chair.

He pauses for a moment, blinking once at you blankly, then twice. His expression is stoic, but you could tell from his eyes, he was thinking and calculating - perhaps even mustering up courage, something you didn't think he lacked unless it came to his friends (and even you) teasing him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down. Within a blink of an eye, he holds onto his seat and moves his chair along the edges and sits kitty corner to you.

Immediately, you shrink back, but Mingyu leans in closer. He rests the side of head on his first and gives you a small smile. It's tender and his eyes are shining and hopeful.

"You're acting funny," he explains calmly.

You only press your lips into a tight line and let your eyes fall into your lap. Your blinking rapidly, wondering if he can hear how loudly your hearts beating against your chest - wondering how he can stay so collected in a moment like this. Did his stomach hurt as much as yours right now or was it just the hangover?

"You remember, don't you?" he asks softly.

Yes, you did - perhaps all too vividly now.

If it was Jeonghan that took Soonyoung back to his room, then it was Mingyu who took you back to yours.

If it was Jeonghan who tucked Soonyoung to bed, then it was Mingyu who tucked you into yours.

Wet makeup wipe pulled taut against his fingers, your chin held between his thumb and index finger of his other hand, it was Mingyu who had swiped away the layers of foundation and mascara from your face - and of course, last of all, your lips that were tinted a flattering shade of pink.

Unconsciously, your hands flew to your mouth. You run your thumb slowly across the bottom part, remembering how his fingers once lingered across it similarly. His gaze following along the transparent lines of your bare lips.

Eyes heavy, drunk, and clearly not thinking straight, you had merely tipped your chin up and your lips touched his.

You see, drunk you was not you.

You at baseline was introverted and you liked to keep to yourself. At parties, sober, you were notorious for people watching.

However, you drunk was on the other end of the spectrum. You were bold and overtly friendly.

It was drunk you kissing Mingyu, so inevitably, an innocent touch of lips grew, well, steamy.

You deepened the kiss, your hands coming up to fist the fabric of his dress shirt and pull him closer. Mingyu reciprocated - the soiled makeup wipe forgotten on the floor, his hands reaching up to cup your cheek and gently adjusting your head to gain better access to your mouth. His lips molded against yours, the faint taste of strawberry soju lingering on your lips. You could feel his hot breaths as he sighed into the kiss, yet Mingyu grew breathless by the minute. You took all the air from his lungs with every shift of lips, but he also somehow felt like needed you to breathe.

Nonetheless, just as you were about to part your lips to welcome him in, Mingyu had pulled away.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathless.

"Let's stop here," he whispered into your lips. "Before we do something we regret - I-I don't want to do this while you're drunk."

Tired, you had complied, nodding and slowly slipping away.

But the point is, you didn't need Mingyu to know that you did.

"Sorry," you mutter and quickly add after a brief pause, "If I did something stupid last night. Um, drunk things - don't remember much."

Mingyu sighs. "Why are you so difficult?"

"Hm?" you furrow your brows together.

He cocks his head to the side and asks with a hint of frustration in his voice, "Is it so bad if you like me? If I like you?"

You malfunction, staring at him owlishly and your mouth spews words on its own. "Um, I l-like you?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," he replies. His eyes flicker at your almost finished bowl of soup then back up at you. They lock on your own and they're dark and hard, but not in a harsh kind of way. It's a look in which that tells you that he's serious and he means what he's trying to say. "Because I like you - quite a lot, Y/N."

"Oh," you say softly.

"That's all you have to say?" Mingyu asks.

"N-no, no," you shake your head and unfold yourself from your chair. Your hand flies up urgently to hold onto his military green jacket at the forearm. Mingyu looks down at it then returns to you and you retreat again.

"Uh, I mean," you scratch your head, "A-are you sure about that?" you shrug and continue, "It's, uh . . . I was drunk and drunk me is very different from sober me."

It's now Mingyu's turn to stare at you owlishly. For once, his expression relaxes into something unreadable.

And for some reason, that makes your heartache a little. As the seconds tick on, you find it difficult to keep holding his gaze.

To have him confess, but still be able to reciprocate the same.

To have him this close, but you aren't even comfortable hugging him.

Is it him or is it you?

"I love them both," Mingyu finally says. "Drunk you, sober you, crazy you, calm you, dumb you, smart you - I like them all." He chortles somewhat bittersweetly, like he's starting to lose hope. "How much clearer do I have to be?"

They say action speak louder than words, and for Mingyu, that was very true. You recall the improptu dinner with him a week ago where he had told you, his love language was acts of services - it's why he had his hands so deep into this wedding. Eunwoo was one of his best friends, so of course, he'd put that much more effort in making his big day even better.

For that same reason, it's why you did what you did now.

You lean forward and repeat the same events of the evening before, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away just as fast.

Mingyu's eyes widen and his jaw grows slack.

Though it's you who made the move, it's also you who freezes. Your expression mirrors his, but there's a growing urge to push him out of the way and run for it because what the fuck did you just do?!

"Uh," Mingyu clears his throat, "Does this mean you like me too?"

"I . . . think so?" you stammer. You inhale deeply and nodded, examining the thought in your head like turning a coin in your palm. All things considered, you couldn't deny that over the course of these few weeks, you felt something for him.

And if you weren't to see him again after this trip is over?

It definitely made you sad.

They always say to marry someone you can't live without, right?

"I think so," you look up at him, stating more firmly this time.

You inch closer to him, chewing the inside of your cheek as you reach for his hand. He willingly lets you take it, wrapping his fingers around yours and giving you a firm, reassuring squeeze. He tries to suppress his growing grin, but it manages to peeks through in a sheepish, giddy chortle. He raises your intertwined hands up to his lips and plants a tender kiss on your knuckles, making a point to let it linger longer than what was normal.

Because actions speak louder than words, this was enough.

He liked you.

And you guess, you liked him too.

P.S. ?

Kwon Soonyoung lost the bet before it even started. Bold of him to think he could rizz up Lee Jihoon.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu drabbles #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

[jaemmphilia]

☾ anyone but you ☽

☾ synopsis: after being let down too many times, you've finally hit your limit. ☾ featuring: non-idol!bang chan x gn!reader ☾ prompt: "you really thought i would fall into your arms?" ☾ warnings: angst, no happy ending, breakups, chan is neglectful towards reader, no pronouns used, but written with a male reader in mind ☾ disclaimer: this is simply a work of fiction and does not represent bang chan as a person. ☾ © triplejracha, 2024. do not copy, translate, or upload to other platforms.

read hjenthusiast's version here!

you pick up your phone as you feel it chime on the coffee table in front of your couch. you pick up the device and press the little button on the side, your screen lighting up.

gnabnahc has uploaded a video to their story.

you press your finger on the notification and your phone unlocks once it recognizes your face. you watch as the Instagram app opens to your boyfriend's story. you also notice that chan posted this video to his close friends' list.

it's neither a long video nor a short video, you recognize your boyfriend's closest friends; jisung and changbin. you assume your boyfriend is taking the video because you can hear his laughter in the background. the three males are at some club, the hip-hop music loud, but faint simultaneously.

jisung is chugging a bottle of some alcohol you don't really care to know the name of. you hear various voices cheering the younger male on as he finishes whatever is left in the bottle.

you notice that the video you just watched had been posted about two hours ago. you press on the right side of your screen and the app plays another video chan posted.

it's a video of him mouthing the words to some song you recognize as one of chan's favorites. changbin appears behind chan, a half-empty cup in his ring-clad hand. he begins to sing along with chan and chan's last video plays.

it's a video of jisung hunched over a toilet, chan, and changbin's booming laughter in the background. all you can do is roll your eyes as you turn off your phone, tossing the device to your left.

you can expect to sleep in an empty bed tonight, just like last night and several nights before. you just wish you weren't alone on your anniversary.

you wake up to the sound of glass dishes being moved around and knocking against each other. you allow your eyes to adjust to the mid-morning sun beating into your room before you get up.

you make your way to the kitchen where you see your boyfriend hunched over, looking into your fridge.

"babe, where are your eggs? when was the last time you went to the grocery store?" chan says to you, rising from his hunched position to look at you.

"i had no reason to go to the grocery store yesterday," you say back to him, your arms folded across your chest, your body language stiff and uninviting.

chan doesn't pick up on your closed-off aura, which doesn't surprise you. he's been distant with you over the last few months and you were tired of coming second to everything in his life.

"chan, we need to talk," you say softly, your back coming into contact with the cold marble of your counters. the cool sensation sends a chill to your arms.

"'course, babe. what's on your mind?" chan says, continuing to make himself breakfast.

"do you know what last night was?" you question him, your body remaining stiff as your eyes follow his every move.

chan ponders for a second. you can see his brain trying to think of an answer to your question. "no, was it a special date?"

all you can do is sigh. of course, he had no idea. you should have just ended things when you first noticed that things shifted in your relationship.

"as much as i want to tell you what day it was yesterday, i don't think you deserve the satisfaction of knowing," you say calmly, knowing that blowing up at him won't do much but make you more upset than you already were.

chan gives you a puzzled look, halting his movements as he looks at you for the first time in a while. "what do you mean, babe?"

hearing him call you something so endearing and loving makes you nauseous. knowing that to him, it holds so much affection but to you, it's empty.

"just, listen to me, chan." you say to him. your voice remaining calm and neutral.

chan gives you his full attention, his body language radiating nervous energy. serves him right.

"i think we should break up," you start, looking at the way his mouth opens and closes, ready to protest. you hold up your hand. "you should have seen this coming, chan. you've been neglecting me for months now. i feel like you're prioritizing everything else in your life but our relationship." you explain to him, fighting back the tears that want to spill from your eyes.

"i've been nothing but loving to you, y/n!" chan defends, his voice rising as he expresses his anger and frustration.

"is going clubbing with your friends on your anniversary loving?" you say, making chan shut his mouth. "you thought i would just fall into your arms?"

chan doesn't say anything as he gather his things to leave. once he gets to your front door, he turns back to look at you before saying:

"i will fight for you. no matter how long it takes. i will fight for your love again."

you can only hope he's being serious.

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[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

Masterlist - Tips

♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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[draculasfavoritewife]

No Word For Hero

Summary: You love him and the way he will always be your protector, but sometimes facing the truth is the most terrifying thing of all.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Nightmares and discussions of death. The one-two punch of angst and fluffiness all in one. This one is a fair bit more somber than my other Mando stuff.

Another trope I will never ever get tired of -- the "having a nightmare while sleeping with your partner" routine! 🥳 Gets me in my feels every time, particularly with a character like Din who (to me at least) canonically also has frequent nightmares. I first drafted this one a couple summers ago as a result of all my feelings after that big moment in "The Marshal", as I'm sure will be obvious.

*Translations of less common words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

It's coming, exploding up from beneath the billowing sands, looming over everyone, titanic, monstrous, ravenous....

...He turns to you, ever so briefly, tilts his head in that meaningful look you know all too well...that damn look that means he's going to play hero again.

Damn his altruism.

When is he going to stop?

You already know that answer, too. It lurks forever in the back of your mind, awake or asleep, always whispering there, a constant venom ever deepening its grasp around your heart until one day the cold reality finally breaks it.

He'll stop when he finally doesn't come back to you.

When he's at last granted the warrior's death you know he desires.

Only then.

You can't even scream as he disappears down the dragon's throat, too frozen with horror to make a sound....

You bolt upright, gasping for breath, damp hair clinging to your face and tears running down, their salty tang sharp on your lips.

Stupid nightmares.

"Go away," you mutter, rubbing harshly at your eyes. "Just stop."

The cot is small, realistically much too small for two adults, and your distress is painfully evident to the man sharing it with you, whose arm has just been violently dislodged from its place around your torso.

"Bad dream?"

He sounds tired. He hardly ever sleeps through a full night at the best of times, and even then it's rarely a deep sleep.

If the old saying "sleep with one eye open" were actually true, Din would be its personification.

You curse your overactive mind a second time, for disturbing his precious few moments of rest along with your own.

"I'm fine." You don't lie back down, instead pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms tightly around them. Normally you find his quarters chilly, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes the room suddenly feel close and stuffy.

He shifts against you in the dark, no doubt to study your posture. "You don't sound fine."

You sigh. "I will be. You should try and get some sleep, Din."

You hear him lean back into the wall, a long exhale betraying stiffness somewhere in his muscles.

You've offered him the side of the bed that's not right up against the wall, but to your surprise he actually likes to be pressed closely between your body and the solidness of metal at his back.

You suspect it gives him a sense of security in a life that holds so little for him.

"I'm sorry I woke you," you add before he can speak again.

"You didn't." His revelation is cool and distant, as if his lack of rest means nothing to him. "I haven't slept at all tonight."

You turn to stare at him in dismay, only to be met with the void of deep darkness. "Why didn't you --"

"What? Wake you up to tell you I can't sleep?" Somehow you know he's shaking his head at you. "That fixes nothing, Cyar'ika. My sleep was disturbed since long before we met." His voice softens as he reaches for you, his large, comfortingly familiar hand stroking down your side. "But when I have you in my arms, listening to your breathing, I can at least find some peace. And that is often enough."

You let out another shuddering breath and gaze out into the dim compartment, the images from your nightmare replaying over and over behind your eyes like a holovid stuck on loop.

"I think I need some air," you murmur.

"Take my shirt, then." You're grateful he doesn't try to stop you; he knows you were taking care of yourself for a long time before you two struck up your partnership. He trusts you to look out for danger.

"Vor'e, Cyare." You slide from the bed, his fingers trailing away from your hip as you break from his gentle touch. He watches as you blindly take his shirt from the pile of clothes left on the floor and pull it over your head, pausing only to grab a vibroblade before exiting his quarters.

"I'll come back," you promise softly.

And the words sting deep down as they leave your lips, knowing that one day, one of you might not be able to keep that promise.

The night is cool and clear on this planet, and the breeze smells like living growth from the thick woods nearby. It's a far cry from the dust and smoke of so many of the worlds you've stayed on before, and soon you start to calm down, heartbeat returning to normal and perspiration drying at the wind's light touch. Everything is peaceful around you, the night birds calling and water flowing somewhere behind the trees.

Not for the first time, your thoughts stray towards the impossibility of trying to stay somewhere like this place, to drop everything you know and carve out a life on a frontier planet somewhere. You and Din and Grogu, living modestly and secretly away from the prying eyes of the Imperials or the Jedi, pretending at normalcy....

There's the key word.

Pretending.

You've played many parts since you lost your buir so many years ago. Dancer in the clubs of the Core worlds, thief, animal wrangler, pilot, hired gun. You could adapt, you feel fairly certain. It's the skill that's most reliably kept you alive this long.

But Din....

He's so deeply entrenched in his upbringing. His honor, and the hunt, mean everything to him. Whatever else he tries to be, he will always be the Mandalorian first and foremost. The Way runs through his veins, thicker than blood, and the fierce heart of a warrior beats beneath the beskar.

It's why he will ultimately always make sacrifices to keep those under his protection safe.

It's who he is. His identity.

The reason that one day he might not emerge from the belly of the beast in triumph.

And you love him, exactly the way he is. You'd never ask him to change.

But Maker, sometimes the knowledge of what that means hurts deeper than any physical wound.

So you stand there at the edge of the woods and let the tears come, let the sobs wrack your body as you bury yourself deeper in his comforting shirt, praying that the day never comes that all you have left are memories and clothes that smell like him.

Eventually, your grief runs its course and you can breathe once again. The crunch of footsteps in the damp grass warrants a side glance, but as you thought, it's only your beroya, come to check on you, no doubt.

"You've been out here a long time," he remarks.

"Had a lot on my mind."

He encircles you in his arms from behind, chin resting in the dip of your shoulder. You're surprised that he didn't replace his helmet to come out here, but sunrise is still a long way off.

"I'm usually the one with the nightmares," he teases softly. "This one must have been rough. Want to talk?"

You find his hands at your waist, interlock your fingers with his.

"I lost someone. Someone very important to me."

Turning slightly so you can rest your cheek against his, you kiss the very edge of his lips. "It scares me, Din."

He's quiet for some time, and you try to imagine the expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispers. "I can't give you anything but my word that I will always try my hardest to come back to you. That is what fuels me, ner'kar'ta. The fire in my blood, the strength in my bones, is knowing that I need to make it back for you. But I realize that it is a double-edged blade. Because it also means I would give everything, to keep you safe in the end."

"I know, Din. I remember what my buir used to tell me, you know, how we have no word for 'hero' in our mother tongue, because to be Mando'ade is to risk all for the ones you love. I know I'm so selfish." You turn all the way around at last, hiding your face in his bare chest. "But I accept your vow. And it will have to be enough."

Collecting yourself and finally raising your haunted gaze to his, you manage a small smile. "But I will fight for you, Din Djarin. Death will find one hell of a struggle when it finally comes for you, I can promise you that."

"There's my girl." The fond grin in his voice is audible. "Now, will you come back to bed? It's getting lonesome in there."

You let him lead you back to the ship, and the sigh of the wind now seems to promise to whisk your fears away for the time being.

The door slides shut behind you, and you shiver, realizing all of a sudden just how cold you are. His shirt is a welcome barrier against the biting chill, and you wonder how he was able to get along without it outside.

"Cold?" he asks.

"Yes." You reach out for him, wordlessly begging for his warmth.

He sidesteps you and folds his arms across his chest. "Take it off," he demands, and indicates the shirt with a nod, husky voice brimming with humor and a shade of something hungrier. "Or I will."

You hug the worn fabric closer to your body and shake your head mutinously. "But it's the only thing keeping me warm!"

"So you've chosen the hard way." He crosses the small space in a couple of long strides and starts to tease the garment off of you, bit by agonizing bit. "And how dare you let a piece of clothing do a man's job."

"You're making me cold again," you complain as he pulls you into bed with him, the hunter retreating back to his lair to finish off his fortunate prey.

"Then honor dictates I repair the damage I've caused," he hums, and you surrender to the bliss of being completely enveloped in his embrace. Din has always run hot, ever since you started sleeping together, and his warmth and familiar weight are so much better than any sweet dream of yours could be.

In the here and now, he's still alive, and he's still yours.

There will be no more tears tonight.

"Better?" he growls into your throat.

You run your fingers through his thick curls, sighing at the way he always manages to banish all of your dark thoughts away. And maybe now there will even be time for him to get some sleep before morning as well.

"I am now."

Vor'e = Thank you

Buir = Parent

Beroya = Bounty Hunter

Ner'kar'ta = My heart

Mando'ade = Child of Mandalore

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[sin-djarin]

well, tough luck...

A Young!Dieter Bravo fic.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: M. MDNI. This blog and its contents are 18+.

Summary: Dieter tries to learn a new skill for a potential role. Also a Dieter Bravo ear piercing origin story.

Warnings: Dieter tries really fucking hard okay, mention of injury and injury clean up, mention of needles (body piercing), mention of drugs, reminiscing over the early 2000s, grammar and typos likely because I'm shaking off some rust, anything else I've forgotten - please let me know!

A/N: This is a Dieter headcanon I mentioned to @for-a-longlongtime. For all of this silliness to make some (?) sense, please read the further a/n at the end!

“Do you think you can do it, Dieter?” 

Late on Friday afternoon, his agent’s words rattle around in his skull as he watches the young woman methodically peel back the protective plastic from the sterilized clamp and place it gently on a cold metal tray. Unconsciously, his fingertips dig into the soft, black leather of the massage bed that he’s perched on. 

His mind is a whirl of scattered thoughts, none of which he can seem to pin down or make sense of other than maybe he’s taken this whole thing too seriously. 

He’s caught in an uncertain limbo, unsure of where his gaze should fall, or whether he should even keep his eyes open or shut out the fact he’s chosen to do this. The inescapable smell of potent disinfectant fills the air around him and catches at the back of his throat, while the distant, unending hum of tattoo machines from the other side of manages to finally shake the guitar riff that’s seared itself into every nook and cranny of his brain for the last two weeks in preparation for his latest potential role. 

The young woman's long, neon green dreadlocks sway down the length of her back as she wheels the tray across the room and sidles up beside him, her every step emitting an aura of coolness that does little to settle his nerves - a coolness he tells himself he doesn’t have. He can't help but swallow hard when finally stops in front of him, casually popping a bubble of gum with a loud snap.

"Okay. Ready?" she asks, her voice steady and smooth, as she slips her thumb and index finger through the handles of the surgical steel clamp.

But words stick to his drying tongue, only able to give her a barely there nod of agreement instead. 

As she takes his chapped bottom lip between her fingers, his taste buds are flooded by the alien taste of the latex from her purple surgical gloves and it sends his stomach into a fit of nervous churning.

Suddenly, without thinking, he blurts out, "You know what? Maybe we can do it somewhere else?"

She sighs heavily, mentally preparing herself for the additional paperwork his change of heart will burden her with.

"It's your money, dude. Whatever. Where?" she retorts, her previous patience clearly wearing thin as the clamp flops in her grip. 

Caught off guard, Dieter shakes his head, trying to think of somewhere more appropriate. "I don’t know. My…um, ear?"

She raises an expectant eyebrow. "Which one?"

He doesn't really have a preference but, feeling pressured, he points to his left ear anyway.

“Okay. Deep breath in for me.” 

Taking a moment to steady himself, he draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and holds it. He lets it out slowly, a controlled release of air through flared nostrils, just as the sharp sting of the needle pierces the tender flesh. 

The sensation is quick, a brief flare of pain that ebbs away almost as quickly as it came. The sharp, sweet scent of her cinnamon gum permeates the air around him, the smell so intense it stings his eyes a little. With practiced ease, she deftly fastens the delicate gold hoop through the newly made opening in his earlobe, and his jaw clenches as he adjusts to the new, dull ache of it. 

–

Conveniently, his next stop on his route to success is located right above the tattoo shop. As he climbs the stairs for a bout of mental pain this time, the guitar riff returns and he tries to morph into the lyrics of the song that he’s had on repeat for a fortnight. 

For the second time today he feels like the odd one out standing in front of two younger men whose clothes run at least three sizes too big for their frames. One of them wears a scarlet red beanie even though the sun outside is murderous and the other’s hair is unnaturally blonde and glistens with hair gel that holds the small spikes upright.

Oddly, he longs for the previous smell of disinfectant. The inside of the store reminds him of his teenage bedroom, musty with a faint smell of cheap deodorant that does little to mask the scent of even cheaper weed. 

Realistically he has no idea what he’s looking for along the walls that are lined with decks with different designs. He doesn’t recognise any of the in-your-face brand logos. He knows what a skateboard is and what it’s supposed to do. He hung out with skaters on the beach, they taught him how to blow smoke rings but he was closer with the graffiti artists. They discussed color theory and then he taught them how to blow smoke rings under the bridges while they sprayed murals after dark. 

“What’s up, dude?” the guy in the beanie greets him. 

“I need a skateboard.” Dieter tells him in a small voice. 

“Sweet. What size?” 

He runs a hand through his hair before he answers, “I don’t know.” 

“Are you going to skate bowls?” 

Dieter narrows his eyes, confused at his words, “What?”

“Vert. Or are you more of a street guy?” 

“I…don’t know” he hesitates. “Is there no one size fits all?” 

A small TV in the corner steals Dieter's attention. It plays a VHS of skateboarding clips and it answers his own question - he doesn't know his ass from his elbow inside these four walls.

All of it is filmed through a fisheye lens, it shows him slices of a life he’s never led, a movie he's never likely to be in. Fast paced videos of professionals grinding along rails, dozens of onlookers sitting on the edges of ramps as someone drops in for the first time and tricks that make him question his belief in gravity. He tries to make a mental note of how their feet flip the wood but their movements are too rapid for him to absorb. 

The blond guy comes out from behind the counter, ushering him over to a glass cabinet and begins pointing at pieces of metal and different colored wheels. He walks Dieter through what he’s going to need to get started but the sizes and measurements go over his head. He didn’t think there would be so much math involved. Other kids he went to highschool with found skateboards under their Christmas tree, Dieter didn’t. Now, in his mid twenties this is unchartered territory. 

Eventually he hooks Dieter up with a deck, trucks, bearings and brand new wheels. His only challenge now was to learn how to use it.

Thankfully the blond guy sets up Dieter's board. He watches on as he tightens the trucks effortlessly, keeping a close eye on all the screws. Dieter's eyes widen when he pulls a switchblade from his back pocket to trim the edge of the black grip tape placed on top of the new plywood. 

Is this where his headshots and audition reels were meant to get him? 

No. 

Is this what he wanted? 

Not exactly. 

But background actor in a music video is something he’s yet to add to his portfolio.

“Alright, man. You’re all set.” the blond guy admires his handiwork then grins excitedly at Dieter. 

“Yeah…thanks.” 

“Hey, buddy? Get comfortable with falling.” beanie guy warns him as he leaves the store.

–

Dieter begins the weekend trying to get to grips with the skateboard he spent too much money on. In between, he's tried to think of a way to tell his landlord how exactly he cracked the vinyl flooring in his tiny kitchen that isn’t skateboard related. She won’t buy the fact he’s moonlighting as a skater now. In the time he’s lived there, he’s been a waiter, a mall cop, a farm hand, a starving artist both in fiction and in reality. 

At night he bites the bullet and takes the board outside to the short alley behind his apartment building. The street light up above provides him with enough light to give him visual on any stray pebbles or pieces of broken glass that would threaten a fall. The darkness giving him enough cover if he does slip.

He finds his balance on the board pretty quickly. The first time he pushes off on his strong foot, he thinks it’s easy and there isn’t so much to be worried about. He skates the length of the alley, back and forth until he’s confident in his movements, finally becoming bold enough to experiment with tilting his body to turn the board, drifting left and right. Maybe he can do it.

Dieter even begins to like how it feels, how the warm summer breeze brushes along his skin and ripples through his clothes when he picks up some speed. But when he tries to imitate a trick he saw on the tape, his feet are uncooperative. They betray him and introduce his skin to the unforgiving asphalt for the first time and he realizes that maybe he is taking this too fucking seriously. 

Dieter continues the same routine on Sunday night but it doesn’t get easier. Everything is happening too slowly. He can’t pull the side of his foot up along the deck fast enough to land an ollie. Despite the clerk’s well intentioned advice, he never gets comfortable with falling. Each time his flesh meets concrete, he’s reminded of the cruel reality of gravity. 

As the moon rises and his neighbors sleep, he finds himself in his cool bathroom. He becomes accustomed to tending to his wounds into the early hours of the morning but he never gets used to the biting sting of alcohol when he rubs it over the scrapes on his shins and the heels of his palms. 

The heap of bloodied cotton balls piles higher in the bathroom trash can each night. Another piece of skin torn open, another bruise blooming somewhere on his body, another bump that echoes the snare of the song he’s started to hate.

“Do you think you can do it, Dieter?” 

He doesn’t fucking know, he thinks, throwing another stained cotton ball into the trash. 

It’s the discomfort that wakes him early on Monday morning. He woefully underestimated the physical toll that skateboarding would wage on his lower body. The bag of frozen peas that were solid and cold, that he optimistically slept with on his knee, is now a lukewarm bag of mush nestled between his legs. The initial soothing chill had done nothing to prevent the emergence of a purple bruise forming on his kneecap. Still, he musters up the will to drag himself up from the mattress laid bare on the hardwood floor and heads for the bathroom. 

When he looks in the mirror it’s like all the pain hits him all over again. He must have slept on his new piercing. It pulsates and he can feel the heat from it creep up the side of his face. The gash in the crease in his bottom lip looks even worse under the bright fluorescent lights. That lip piercing probably would have hurt less, he muses, dabbing away the dark dried blood surrounding it with wet tissue paper. The board skidded from underneath the soles of his feet when he landed unevenly. He didn’t fall, but his body still collided with a metal fence as he tried not to. His latest injury, and with luck, his last.

What should have been a five second stroll to the kitchen, becomes a slow, minute long trudge. The sun has barely peaked in the sky as he pulls a fist full of stale Lucky Charms from the box on the kitchen counter and shoves them into his mouth wincing when the sweet sugar from the marshmallow meets his tender, swollen lip. 

Gingerly, he eases himself onto the couch, slumping at an awkward angle but one that takes the edge of his throbbing limbs. The cruel skateboard propped up against the wall mocks him. His head falls to the side and his heavy eyelids settle on the phone.

Maybe it’ll all be worth it. He’ll get the part and he’ll have an anecdote to tell at an acceptance speech in twenty years about how he got the scar on his hand that’s still a raw lesion right now. 

Or maybe he’s just insane, losing his mind completely.

When his agent told him about this part, she hadn’t asked for him to do any of this. This new, intense take on method acting, this extreme commitment to authenticity was all his own creation. His own twisted idea that if he could convince the director he could really skate then he’d be an idiot to not give him the ten seconds of screen time. 

Skating the edge of consciousness now, he slips in and out of sleep until he’s jolted awake by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. He bolts upright and heaves a pained sigh when he reaches to the coffee table too fast for his abused muscles’ liking. 

Dieter fills his lungs to capacity with air, puffing up his chest as he prepares himself for a sigh of relief or for a punch to the gut before his thumb presses down on the green button. 

“Yeah?” he answers, fatigue making his voice barely above a whisper. 

“You didn’t get it, Dieter.” she says bluntly. The tone of her posh accent combined with the blunt delivery of her words somehow makes the news even more difficult to digest.

A flurry of questions race around in his head. What did he do wrong? Was it something he didn't do at all? Why didn't she fight harder for him? What does that other guy have that he doesn't? Another fucking ear piercing?

He wants to ask all these questions and more, but he can't. His lip is still pulsing and he probably can't stomach the answers anyway.

“What’s next?” he manages to slur out, still tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

“Well, it’s not all bad,” he perks up at the unfamiliar peppiness in her voice. “Remember that script I sent you a while back? The one you read for? What was it called,” she trails off and he hears her rifling through sheets of paper at her desk. “Oh, here we go. Cliff Beasts. The one with the dragons or something. Their people called me this morning, it’s basically yours if you want it. Do you think you can do it, Dieter?” 

For a second he still thinks he’s dreaming but when he swings his legs off the couch and the pain shoots up and down them once more, he knows he’s very much awake. 

“I’ll take it.” he agrees. 

“Better than a music video anyways. I’ll call you back in an hour with more details. Bye Die-” 

“Wait!” he cuts off her farewell, gulping so hard that probably heard it. “Can you ask how they feel about piercings?” 

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A/N: The role Dieter didn't get.

Maybe he should have tried BMX instead....

I still wanna be her when I grow up.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[kairiscorner]

Bae…. For the dialouge prompt list… 7 with gabri??? I feel like he’s really talkative,,, he just doesn’t show it as much bc his past partners never made an effort to listen to him. Much thanks

ATEEEEEEEE you fr making me wanna love gabri more UEHUEUEEUEEUUEHEUUEEUEEEE ENJOY IT BHIE

i could listen to you for a lifetime — gabriel o'hara x reader

the adoration gabriel feels for you is too great sometimes for him to keep to himself, he finds himself talking about and gushing over you to his big brother, miguel, who always tells him to shut up when the conversation's drifting to the topic of you. he also rambles a lot about you towards his own mother, and though his mom loves him dearly, he does tell him he talks quite an awful lot about you. it hurts him sometimes when it's brought to his attention that he talks too much, his previous relationships have made him feel set aside, like his feelings and thoughts didn't matter, that he talks too much.

he doesn't want to encounter that again or bother you, so when you two got together, gabriel holds himself back and tries to play it cool (and he fails, unsurprisingly). he comes off as a little distant sometimes because of it, and it worries you at times when he's not like the gabri you knew and fell in love with.

though you decided to put an end to it the last time gabri was acting weird and stopping himself from talking again. he was stuttering as he tried to end the conversation you two were having so as not to appear too clingy or desperate, he learned from his past relationships never to show too much or he'll be taken advantage of; though with you, he was just scared of making you sick of him. but you had enough of him biting his tongue around you, you had to tell him.

"gabri..." you began as you walked over to gabri at his work table, with him not even looking at you as he hummed in response. "you've been acting a little weird, did i do something wrong?" you asked him, and that made gabri look at you over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. "oh, no! nena, no, you haven't-- i-i mean, no, you didn't do anything." he said as he stopped himself from going on again. that did it, you placed both your hands on either sides of his face, and in a stern voice, you told him, "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

gabri's lips quivered as he tried to search for the right words to say, to ask you what you meant, when you kissed those shaking lips of his and murmured to him that you missed the talkative, sweet-talking gabriel o'hara you fell in love with. you wanted to let him know you would always listen to him, no matter what he had to say or what he wanted to express, you loved him and that also meant you loved listening to him. gabri whispered to you his thanks as he got all sheepish and hot in the face, not just because of how close you were to him, but because you gave him the relief he needed to feel... wanted, to feel loved, which he never truly felt until you came along and let him know it was okay to keep being the talkative lover boy you fell for.

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

#gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel o'hara x you #gabriel o'hara x y/n #gabriel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

[milkyway-personas]

"It can not wait — I'm yours" part one

Summary: Even if it rains, even if it hails, even if they have been through hell and back, they love you. 

(Or how Genshin men show affection)

Characters: Kazuha, Xiao, Zhongli

genre: fluff

cw: fem!reader

Author's note: I have the second part of this in the works, so look out for that! It's odd for me to write something happy, considering all my hands know is angst, but here we are.

✧ Kazuha✧:

Every once and a while you'll wake up and Kazuha will just be staring back at you with this horribly love struck expression, almost as if he was to look away he would miss the fireworks show of a lifetime. 

Other days you'll be talking to him, and he'll just grab your face between both of his hands and ask, "Have you gotten prettier lately?"

LOVES complimenting you, and also loves when you're flustered, but to him it's less about teasing you but more about you feeling the weight of his adoration.

(Don't be fooled though, he also loves teasing you.)

Unlike many of the others, he doesn't feel like he has to hide his past. He knows it’s not the happiest, but it’s his, and the fact that he survived his hardships is something of pride to him. Because of this, he won’t have any issues with sharing stories about his time in Inzauma or even when he was on the run. 

He won’t be graphic with his storytelling, of course, but it feels nice to share it with you, knowing  you’d never judge him. 

He loves telling you stories in general. Whether they be fictional or real, they always have some sort of melodrama. Like they simply are what they are, and that in itself is fantastical. 

He also loves to take you places you wouldn’t really be able to get to by yourself. Want to go mountain climbing? Bet, he will take you on one of his favorite climbing spots and you guys can have a picnic. Want to go out into the woods and just take in nature? He finds that hot, so hell yes, he is super down.

Will give you random flowers/plants. He is responsible though! If he gives you a plant, he will often get a flower pot with it, along with materials to take care of it if it's fickle. He’s probably better at taking care of plants than you, so the both of you end up taking care of the plant together.

Like a child— [gunshot]

If you point this out, he will die.

He will hand you small wild animals he finds while walking around. If you don’t like bugs, please tell him beforehand because otherwise he will put a cool bug he found in your hands.

✧ Xiao✧:

Depends on his mood!

Some may think he's always stoic and unfeeling, but nope! Sometimes he can be quiet and distant, but this is mostly just when he’s deep in thought. He has a lot to think about, he is immortal after all. Before he started dating you he had all the time in the world to just… think.

Not that he regrets you! Not at all!

When this isn’t true though, he is a sweetheart <3

He gets confused easily by what you do, but he loves your presence. Often when he wants to show you love, he'll do your hair and let you babble about things.

Speaking of which, your interests? Xiao does NOT understand them, but he will try to understand the gist of it.

If the thing you really like is a book, he will read it, and ask you questions about it. He might question why you like it, but don’t take offense! He isn’t mocking you, it’s just that he wants to connect the things you like to you.

In other words, he might not be really interested himself, but he views your interests as an extension of you.

Your voice puts him to sleep, but like, in a good way.

It makes him feel calm, quiet, and safe? Like he doesn’t have to be on guard. Sometimes he’ll show up and do your hair just to feel your voice around him like a heavy warm blanket.

Also as a display of affection, he will help you do things.

Even if it's minor or if you can do them yourself. It doesn't matter. Need something from the top shelf? He will use his ameno and jump up to get it for you. Have heavy groceries? He carries the weight of his trauma, this is beyond easy in comparison. Need help telling which jade is good? With Zhongli as his father figure, unfortunately Xiao knows exactly how to tell which is good quality. You name it, he will try to help.

He also gets rid of your nightmares, but what you don't know is that he purposely makes sure he doesn't take in what's going on in your dream. You have total privacy. 

✧ Zhongli✧:

Oh my God, where do I even start.

Cooks for you 100%. I can’t tell if he’s one of those people who are a disaster in the kitchen or not, but if so, he would learn how to cook at least one meal for you.

He gives off total house husband vibes sometimes I swear. 

Tea for all occasions, even highly specific ones. 

("I have tea that I think will help you. Here, try it."

"Oh, really? What does it do?"

"It increases your focus. I know you are busy at work."

"There's a tea for that??")

He knows the effect his voice has on you, and he uses it to get that flustered smile on your face.

Again he's not as innocent as he seems, but for him it's just amazing that he is here, with you, able to influence your life and love you so close up. The feeling of being with someone is something he has a special appreciation for. So much so that he doesn’t even have to be doing much with you to feel so deeply in love. All you would have to do is stand there, and he would know that you are the one for him.

Though the fact that you like something about him makes him feel good as well. It makes him feel valuable. 

He will tell you stories or read books to you when you're tired. He usually gets one chapter in before you're passed out, but he reads the whole book JUST in case you wake up and need to go back to bed.

It's not like he needs as much sleep as you do, and he takes pride in the fact that you sleep better with him around.

(Luckily he isn't some men on this list because they would tease the FUCK out of you.)

I think quality time is one of his love languages, but his main one is definitely gift giving. 

He loves giving you jewelry, but he knows that gifts like that lose their value after a while so he will give you other things. To him, it’s not about how expensive it is, it’s about how much you will like it or how much meaning it has. 

He’ll gift you books, treats, trinkets, plants, paperweights — you name it. If it looks cool in the store, it’s coming home.

(He gave you an animal once. We— we don’t talk about that.)

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #kazuha genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact

[greatqueenanna]

I was scrolling through your posts and read your response to an anon's question regarding Male Elsa (or Elias lol) and you mentioned if they meant villain Elsa. My question is, what would the movie be like if Elsa was a villain but redeemable and sympathetic as originally planned, in your opinion?

It depends on which Elsa we're talking about. Because there are two evil, but sympathetic pre-Elsa's.

The one on the left (we'll call her Crown!Elsa) is the Elsa that is not related to Anna, with the backstory of being left at the altar and becoming the self-proclaimed Snow Queen after freezing her own heart. The one on the right (Onion!Elsa) is the Elsa that is Anna's sister and was forced to hide her magic, becoming jealous of Anna finding love and freezes her heart so she'll know her pain.

Both of them end up trying to attack Arendelle with a Snow Man army, only to be foiled by Hans who causes an avalanche to destroy them and Arendelle. Anna helps both realize their mistakes, and convinces them to help save Arendelle, becoming redeemed.

You can find more info on them and other versions of Pre-Frozen in my What Came Before Analysis (Shameless self-plug in lol).

In terms of Crown!Elsa, I don't think her story would be as emotional to be honest. Interesting, sure, but Anna and Elsa being sisters is like the breakthrough that made this story work in the first place. A random lady that Anna has to appeal to to get her to be good doesn't hold the same weight, unless if Anna knew her on a personal level (friend of her mom, aunt, care taker, mentor, etc).

Now, Onion!Elsa always sounded really interesting to me. Don't get me wrong, I would choose the Elsa we have now any day, but I have to admit that Onion!Elsa always sounded like a really fun character. If we go by her original characterization, she seemed very childish in a way and very overly dramatic.

Like, look at this old art by Claire Keane.

She just seems so full of character and emotion - she seems like she is both goofy and full of heartache that you can't help but feel for her. Also, she apparently raps. I kid you not. If you read @Stitchkingdom's post here, you can actually take a look at Onion!Elsa and Anna's song that predated FTFTIF Reprise, Cool With Me.

So if we take Onion!Elsa, and put her right into the current Frozen and Frozen 2, things would be very different.

First off, Onion!Elsa would probably be much crueler towards Anna wanting to marry Hans - straight up calling her stupid. I'm pretty sure Onion!Elsa would cause the winter on purpose as well. I'm also pretty sure she would hit Anna on purpose (but regret it afterwards), and have no issues killing off the Duke's Henchmen. She would probably clap back at Hans' "Don't be the monster they fear you are!" with something like "How about you tell them to stop trying to murder me?!" She would probably be less kind to Hans and the Duke's treachery, and probably at the very least freeze their asses before sending them away.

In Frozen 2, she would probably be much more distant in Arendelle and could maybe feel a stronger pull towards the voice. I imagine Onion!Elsa would also be much more strict with Anna following her everywhere, and have no problems pushing her away earlier on (for example, maybe she straight up leaves Anna behind at the Northuldra Camp after the Earth Giants come along to chase them). Also, Onion!Elsa would most likely let Arendelle fall to be rebuilt, because she would be much more offended by her grandfather's treachery and feel it needs to be destroyed, even if the spirits felt otherwise.

#Onion!Elsa #frozen 2 #frozen #elsa #greatqueenanna/responses

[bjarkanart]

I'm kinda nervous about this but here we go. I've been trying to write a fanfic for a while now and it might be one of the weirdest crossovers out there but I hope you'll bear with me here. This would be a crossover between Critical Role and Death Stranding.

Now, I know Death Stranding isn't everyone's cup of tea but I really like the environment, the story and the overall vibe of the game really. And I thought what if Imogen was a porter, mostly so she could get away from everyone's thoughts back in the city? Explore the world as a porter and she'd meet Laudna and the rest of Bell's Hells along the way? And you know, just see where it goes?

But yeah, I thought I'd share the intro here cause I feel like I can't trust my own judgment on this anymore since I've spent so long rereading and rewriting parts over and over again and I know it's not a good thing. I think I'm approaching writing like I approach drawing but where I'd kind of skip the draft part of writing and jump right to the details like some people, myself included, would sometimes skip the sketch part where it can be real messy and it doesn't have to be perfect on the first try but you just go straight for the details and make your life harder in the process.

Anyway, here's the intro, I hope it's not as bad as I think. Let me know what you think!

Also, the lyrics are from the ost if you're not familiar with the game.

________________________

'See the sunset

The day is ending

Let that yawn out

There’s no pretending…’

Is someone's singin'?

Drifting in and out of consciousness, the voice sounded so distant, and the words were so hard to make out at first, the voice might as well be humming. It was like shouting in the main hall of a distribution centre, but Imogen recognised the melody. The notes echoed through her mind like a bullet ricocheting off the walls of an empty hangar as her brain tried to make sense of the jumble of words.

Imogen couldn't tell where she was. The room she was in was silent, save for the melody she could hear from time to time in her rare bouts of consciousness.

The voice was comforting in its rasp. It had a warmth to it that both made her want to drift off to sleep again and wake up to properly listen to it and praise the person looking after her. It sounded so sweet; Imogen could swear she tasted the slightest hint of honey on her tongue for a second…

Being a porter, Imogen’s had her fair share of accidents on the job. They were inevitable but nothing she couldn't handle as she would usually sleep it off and be on her way the following day, like nothing happened. 

She could tell this one must have been… something, if her current state was any indicator. 

And while waking up with no recollection of what happened to her was unnerving and confusing at first, she was taken aback by the lack of nightmares and felt a small form of relief at not waking up with a start for once.

As reality hit her, she couldn't remember ever feeling this awful in her life.

Her legs and feet ached in a way that made it nearly impossible to move them, her back was unbearably stiff, and she could feel pins and needles in her fingers where her red and purple lightning-like scars started and extended past her elbows, the marks prickling under her skin. Her face started to feel warm, uncomfortably so.

Imogen felt a presence next to her, a cold hand resting gently on her forehead and a thumb brushing softly over her brow, cooling her skin and calming her down.

Shh… You’re okay darling. Go back to sleep, you’re safe.

It was that voice again. Almost a whisper in her mind. Like the softest breeze through her hair or a soothing balm on a bruise.  Like a soft melody lulling her to sleep.

Curiously, as though the voice held all the answers in the world, as though it was the voice of reason, Imogen felt compelled to listen to it.

She felt... safe.

So, after trying for a while to figure out what happened to her and how she got here, wherever that was, realising she was indeed still too tired to even think about trying to move, Imogen surrendered to exhaustion, falling into another dreamless slumber.

***

Imogen could faintly hear the commotion going on around her as the dust settled around her after collapsing to the ground. She heard rushed footsteps coming towards her and someone calling her name. One voice quickly turned into multiple panicked voices shouting, giving directions and telling her to stay awake, all at the same time. She couldn’t make sense of it all and the young porter was exhausted, the world was spinning around her. She was shaking and could barely feel her legs and her arms seemed too heavy for her to lift. 

She didn’t even know if she was cold or hot and if her heart was racing or beating a lot slower than it should. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Everything was a blur. Everything hurt. 

She couldn’t comprehend any of the words coming out of those people’s mouths anymore. 

She was adrift. Lost in a sea of sounds her brain just wouldn’t register as she tried in vain to collect herself.

She'd had enough voices in her head when she was still stuck in the city. Why couldn't she ever get some peace and quiet?

Her body was begging for some well-deserved rest, a searing pain settling above her left eye, throbbing and making her nauseous as the overcast sky above her burned her eyes when she tried to open them, and the world kept spinning and spinning endlessly.

Voices kept calling to her, still telling her to stay awake. 

Make it stop… she heard herself whine faintly.

So, against better judgement, not caring what she was told, she closed her eyes, shutting out the blurry figures hurrying about, the hands shaking her shoulders and lightly tapping her cheeks to keep her alert. The shouting, the urgency, the pleading... 

Then everything went quiet. 

Then darkness. 

'I will hold you

And protect you

So, let love warm you

Till the morning… ‘

________________________

And there you go!

Again, please let me know what you think, I'd be happy to have some feedback even if it's only the introduction. I have more written for it but I'm still figuring out if I want this to be a one-shot or a few chapters long, it'll depend on how much I write if I get enough motivation for it, I guess.

Oh and if I ever post this, I named myself Snappy-Twig on Ao3, I just love that codename so much, I coulnd't not use it 😂

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #laudna #imogen temult #imodna #imodna fanfic #cr fanfic #fanfic #laudna singing lullabies anyone? #fanfic idea #crossover #critical role meets death stranding #please bear with me? #Youtube

[cakeinpants]

How are Mel and Iz doing by the way?

– Oh! Iz, look, there's a whole empty journal here.

– Cool..

– What can we do with it?

– You found it, what do you wanna do with it?

– Idunno...

– You can write memoirs. So that one day, when you and I already gonna be dead, some guy from a demolition crew that came to take down this building will find this journal— and use it as toilet paper or something...

– ...You know I actually like this idea except for the last part. I can start a diary and write down all my thoughts.

– Will I be allowed to read it?

– No.

– Aw..

_______

"Entry 1."

"Hello 1 First journal entry and... We're doing pretty good! There's so much to tell, I don't know where to start.

Right now me and Iz are staying with a group of other runaway muds at this abandoned factory. They were workers at a freight station and ran away to escape getting disposed of after being deemed "dysfunctional". They have their struggles, but they're good people.

This place apparently used to be a furniture factory called "Eternal Renovation". And was abandoned because it was built on bad soil and part of the building started falling apart. It's not the fanciest place, but we're safe here for now and it's all that matters.

It's so great to finally be able to openly be a female... Tho I'm not sure if I'm doing it right? I have no idea how to be a queen.. I'm kinda still just me, but can complain about girl problems to Iz instead of hiding them, haha..

You should've seen his face when I explained what "those days" are.

And yeah, things between me and Iz are going much better. At first he seemed to have gotten a bit.. distant. And was pretty obviously uncomfortable around me. It really worried me.

But now we're warming up to each other again, maybe even more than before and it was such a relief... I think he just needed some time.

Also! Iz started growing feathers too! Like all over. He looks kinda funny with them. Weird right? He says he's never grown feathers before. I guess not breathing toxic pesticides every day can do wonders to you.

...if he ends up growing better plumage than me, I'll be upset...

Also I found this harmonica when exploring the building and now I'm learning to play it. I love it so much! It's like having a voice again that doesn't sound like a dying paramite.. heh..

I want to learn to play more different instruments if I ever get a chance to.

Well.. that's all I can think of right now.

Alright, gotta go!"

#oddtumblr #oddworld #sketches #ask blog #web comics #saggingardenz #webcomic #fanfiction

[layingeggs]

Lost Kingdoms monsters that I like

Lately I've been playing a gamecube gem called Lost Kingdoms. It's kind of like if the Dark Souls crew got drunk and marathoned Cardcaptor Sakura and made a game about it.

Hang on, I can talk about this without mentioning Dark Souls.

It's kind of like if a bunch of Japanese young men obsessed with JR Tolkien growing up got drunk and marathoned Cardcaptor Sakura and made a game about it.

I want to talk about the monsters. Not necessarily the 'best' ones or even my personal favourite ones. Specifically the ones that made me unconsciously do my babytalk voice every time they appeared onscreen. Same as when you're out and about and see a cat you recognise.

This is banshee. Her card art shows her looking kind of like a nun in bondage? That's already very cool imagery, sex appeal aside. Sex appeal included just makes her better.

Look closely at her in game model, you can see she has a wispy tail like a ghost. But the affect of the tail becoming slightly transparent towards the end is not very visible.

When I tried showing my wife another of my favourite cards, a worm, she thought that that was this one. Without visible transparency, banshee does kind of look like a worm. Maybe she would have been a better monster as a worm! But ghost girl is good too.

And yeh, I took these pictures myself. There's probly better ones out there online, but I wanted to get the pictures of the actual cards I had collected, the friends I made on my journey with this game. They are my babies. They are my girls.

This is carbuncle. Maybe the first monster in this game who I really fell in love with. We're already off to a great start. Some kind of armadillo or pangolin with long floppy ears and forehead gemstone.

What you're not getting in pictures though is the noise. This creature makes a kind of sea animal singing noise? Like a gentle playful seagull. Very sweet.

I filled my deck with as many carbuncle as I could in the early game. Was useful back then. Sadly doesn't keep pace with the difficulty of later game levels, so I don't have as many decks with baby carbuncle in.

This is cockatrice. She's kind of, the first secret boss you can find in the game? Sort of? To me, I think she was the first notable challenge I really overcame. Also, some of the starting game monsters can be leveled up to evolve into her. So I feel like she's almost my starter monster if that makes sense?

Very cute. Very sweet. Though of course a pretty standard cockatrice. Turns you to stone. Very useful in early levels. Still useful in later levels.

Crystal rose. Pretty lady. Boobies.

She reminds me of the flower girl in Castlevania Symphony of the Night. One of the few characters in media to give me distant aching girl feelings from childhood all through to adulthood. I wish I was her.

Sweet baby rheebus. Kind of a useless card? My introduction to this card is that sea monk can be leveled up and evolve into rheebus. Lost Kingdoms plays some nasty tricks on you like this. Rheebus is very good, but also a weaker version of sea monk. Allowing sea monk to evolve into rheebus makes your deck worse.

A lot of evolutions are like this. Monsters can evolve into weaker monsters and totally waste all of the experience points you painfully collected. Honestly, I hate games that do this. But I choose to enjoy Lost Kingdoms for its other better qualities.

I've never ran rheebus in my deck. Weak and not very useful card. But I do love her all the same.

Any time I find a rheebus lying on the ground in levels, I pick her up and play her. I know she's weak, but it's a free rheebus. I want to give her the chance to come out and play outside.

She's like, what? A kitty cat with goat horns and covered in rich foilage? And she has a cyclops eye that looks very dorky in the ingame graphics.

I'm not sure how much of that is part of her body. Or if it's maybe obscuring her true body. Is that eyeball even hers, or is it the plant's eyeball?

Cute girl. Pretty girl. Beautiful lady. She's a bird. Birdy bird. Birdy girl lady.

Siren. I love her. She's great.

In the game, she stands perfectly still and damages anything that gets close to. No luring in and enchanting and eating alive like you'd expect from the namesake. She's more of an attack musician than a hungry hypnotic predator.

Maybe they could have played into that angle more. But I just enjoy that the artists created a cute or horny character design where the only human element is the head. Makes me feel like fromsoft and myself perhaps share some similar tastes.

This monster used to be my favourite until just last night. It's whip worm. The best monster in the game, bar none.

Lost Kingdoms is set up in such a way, that you have to be aware of a number of factors when building your deck and playing your cards.

-One issue is that each card has a limited number of attacks and missing even one attack is very costful for you.

-A second is that each card costs a resource called magic stones and starts eating your health if you run out of stones.

-A third is that you always have two objectives. Defeat the enemies, and explore the level to find more cards, which requires using up your precious attacks on destructible terrain.

Whip worm is the complete package. She melts enemy health even when she's fighting against type advantage. She costs so few stones you won't notice spending them. And, her attack involves her spinning around you and damaging everything that comes near. So you're not limited to just a few attacks, she just pours out constant damage everywhere you walk, destroying destructible terrain with little cost and meeting both main objectives at the same time.

The creature herself is a funny one. I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at? She never comes out of that shell thingy so no idea if it's her body or a thing she found on the ground somewhere and made her house.

You can see in the card art she's got those big beefy arm muscles, but she doesn't punch or scratch or anything. In game, you can see she tucks herself in to that shell thingy. The only part that comes out is the tail.

Is she actually a worm? Who knows. I love her.

Oh, another little detail. Carbuncle is also a monster who spins around you and attacks everything close, and she can level up and evolve into whip worm! Since carbuncle is an early game monster, and she was my first favourite, I got this nightmarish game breaking brute quite early on!

This is tiger mage. And last night I learned something about her that shocked me utterly. I sincerely believe that this is the greatest monster I've ever seen in my life.

In the game, she's also another game breaker. You summon her, she waits to pounce enemies with somewhat decent damage, and she halves the stone cost of all cards.

As soon as she becomes available, you've gotta run tiger mage in your deck, surely? Some tough late game enemies will kill her easily but most enemies actually struggle with her, and she's amazing support for all other cards.

And the monster is cute, right? A little kitty cat tiger wearing a mage robe. That's so cute!

That's wrong. Look closer.

I somehow never noticed until playing the game last night when I happened to stand next to my kitty tiger mage and zoom the camera in while waiting for her to murder a goblin. Please take a look at these pictures.

The tiger isn't actually wearing that mage robe at all. There appears to be some sort of mage wearing that mage robe.

Except this also is wrong. The "mage" riding the tiger, hangs limply on the tiger's back most of the time, and only occasionally puppets up to cast a spell for attacks. She has no face. No hands. What exactly is this creature? Is this a creature?

Another disturbing element, and really the reason why I never saw the mage in the tiger mage before, is that the tiger herself is so animated. She growls. She leaps and pounces. She rears up for attack during the attack animation. I always assumed the fireball came from her mouth and the robe was just flailing around from the energy and movement.

At first glance, you have what looks like a wizard riding a tiger, but look closer and it's more like a tiger playing with a doll, right? As if the tiger is pretending that they are the animal companion or pet of a more powerful creature who's the actual monster?

To add to this, there's one more non-cat element. Those bat-like wings. I always figured they were the tiger's wings.

But if you look at my screenshots, you can clearly see the wings lift when the "mage" "stands up". Those are the "mage's" wings.

So this thing that appears limp and lifeless most of the time and has no hands and no face, does actually have at least some partial organic components?

What is tiger mage? Who is tiger mage? Which one is the tiger and which one is the mage? Is the tiger the mage?

I don't know if this is a reference to an established fairy tale creature or game monster or something that I'm not familiar with. Would love to know more if it was.

Finally is doppelganger. She might be my last favourite card. The last one who's capable of making me absent mindedly blurt out "It's doppelganger! :D" every time I see her.

All the other cards left for me to collect at this point are all big divine and deific. Have huge stone costs, often have effects that are very flashy but ultimately actually terrible in gameplay, and the monster design is just like an animal, a monster, looking kind of mean. Not girl. Not baby. And not my own personal aesthetic of mean either.

Doppelganger is very useful in gameplay, and she's a doppelganger, right? She can take any form she wants. But she takes your form! She's a cute girl! I love her. I also enjoy the weirdness of the player character finding a card that clearly has her on it. Carcaptor Sakura had one of these too, and she had a base form that the card art showed of what she looks like before she copies you.

I like doppelganger's card art. Thanks to the awkward use of colour, it looks distinctly like she is checking out her bum in the mirror to make sure she is getting the correct amount of undies rising up and skirt rising down.

But actually, that's not her bum. It's a magical artifact that this game calls the runestone. It's just an unfortunate choice of colour. Skin colour on a round surface and clothing colour on a strap like material. It's not her bum.

Though if it were her bum, then I would appreciate the irony(?) of a doppelganger copying your form and then checking herself out in a mirror. That's cute.

As you know, the legend of doppelgangers is that they are an omen of death. If you see someone who is your complete double, then it is a signal that soon you are going to die.

Lost Kingdoms represents this with doppelganger insta killing anything she touches. Including you. Let's have a see of what that looks like.

#Lost Kingdoms #Gamecube #Monsters #Creatures

[elvenfoe]

happy new year guys!!

I'm going to experiment with highly specific goal-related sigils this year, feel free to shoot me a dm if you'd like to join in! we could have discussions about sigil making, start with small goals, and eventually develop a personal practice of sigil magic through trial and error. we can share updates on what works, what doesn't, even if you're just curious about it. now that I'm typing this out i think it would be very cool if we made a group chat or something like that! let me know what you think <3

the reason behind this shift is that one of my new year's resolutions is to be honest and direct with myself, over the past two years I've realised that i use vague ideas and distant future ideals as a way to avoid discomfort and shirk responsibility. like i entered a room after graduating from a course i didn't care about and convinced myself that if i wanted to, i could leave and do anything i want and find success in it. ive built an illusion around myself in this room, and voicing actionable ways to achieve my desires feels like betraying this comfort because once i exit via a certain door, i could end up falling on my face lol. in truth, I've given up doing anything and now I'm inexperienced and lost. all that's done is create a stagnant environment around me and led to insane brain fog (also a ton of anxiety attacks, late night crying sessions, and silent screaming but such is life).

i think transitioning out of this mindset would be easier if i did it via my sigilcraft! like learning how to word my desires and thinking of actionable ways i can achieve them and then incorporating that into my statements of intent...

yes i intend to make 2024 all about self realisation through the medium of practical magic.

i find it hard to integrate myself into reality (especially working a 9 to 5) and loathe institutions and all i really want is to earn enough to leave my home country and create peace and contentment for myself. and if that works out, maybe help others do the same.

it's sooo weird having a brain that abhors reality and has to be tricked into self-sustainibility like this. lol. oh and i want to crochet more. I didn't mean to overshare like this but ahh. happy new year!!!

#sigil #sigils #sigil magic #sigil magick #sigilcraft #sigil witch #chaos #chaos magic #chaos magick #magic #magick #witchblr #witchblog #witchcraft #witch community #my sigil #my sigils #occult #esoterica #affirmation #affirmations #manifestation #witches #ritual #ritual magic

[poltxrgxist]

The Stars Reflection (Teaser)

Giyuu x Demon! Reader

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This is still a heavy WIP but we ball

CW: None I think Pronouns - She/They

Two individuals were standing on the rooftop of a building, gazing at the starry night sky. Not a single sound was audible except for the wind. After a while, a voice said, "Do you remember when we were younger and you used to take me outside at night to point out the constellations?"

The other figure nodded his head, his voice nonchalant, “You asked me to do that constantly. Why do you bring it up though?”

The first voice exhaled deeply, "I miss those simple, comforting nights. They gave me an escape from the world." As the other person turned their head towards them, they noticed a look of sorrow on their face. Without uttering a single word, they stretched their arm and pulled the figure close to their side, wrapping them in a warm embrace. The gesture intended to convey a sense of comfort and reassurance that words couldn’t express. The voice, which sounded familiar, offered some words of comfort. "I know you're still struggling to adjust, Y/N, but I promise it will be worth it in the end," said the voice, with a hint of emotion. Y/N appreciated the sentiment, but it was difficult to truly believe the words, especially after everything they had witnessed. The memories of the past still haunted them.

Y/N's voice was trembling with fear as they looked up at their older brother and asked, "Koku… do you think Yoriichi will come for us?" The siblings were alone after having become demons, to Y/N it felt like it was just the two of them against the world. Kokushibo gazed calmly back at Y/N and said, "I would be surprised if he didn't."

Y/N's face contorted into a frown as they gazed down at the navy blue scarf draped around their neck. The soft fabric felt comforting against her skin, yet it also served as a reminder of their older brother Yoriichi. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness at the thought of that Kokushibo willingly became a demon just to surpass Yoriichi's power. Even convincing Y/N to become a demon with him wasn’t difficult as Y/N wanted to follow Kokushibo and be strong like her older brothers. “But we’re his siblings- why would he hurt us?”

Kokushibo's eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the starry night sky as he spoke in a deadpan voice, "He doesn't care for us." The silence that followed was only punctuated by the distant chirping of the crickets and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Y/N remained silent, staring up at the starry sky. She felt conflicted and torn between her two brothers, struggling to reconcile her loyalty to both with the reality of her situation. The decision to accept Muzan's blood had been a difficult one, but she had ultimately chosen to follow Kokushibo, even if it meant betraying one of her brothers. 

As the awkward silence lingered, she felt the emotional exhaustion settle over her. She longed for a distraction, anything to alleviate the tension that hung thick in the air between herself and Kokushibou. "I'm so tired," she muttered softly, hoping to find some common ground and ease the tension. Kokushibo's firm grip on Y/N's hand provided a sense of safety as he helped her down from the rooftop they were perched on. The night was dark and quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps breaking the silence. As they made their way towards the shelter, the cool breeze of the night brushed past their faces, providing a sense of comfort. They soon arrived at a small cabin, hidden away from the outside world, where they could safely rest and avoid the harmful rays of the morning sun.

#giyuu x reader #kny #kny x reader #kokushibo #kny yoriichi #teaser #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer

[danses-with-dogmeat]

☠️🦖 "All you do is lie" for Deacon x f!sole?

Hurt me so good please. Congratulations!!

Well, you can't get much more perfect than this line for this character, so thank you for that!

And I will do my best. Again, I love Deacon, but I also love making him feel a little shitty. 😈

I hope you enjoy!

"Deacon? W-what are you doing here, are you... Were you following me?"

Deacon's jaw set, the action formally damning him as the hurt in Sole's eyes turned to embers of fury.

"What happened to you being busy? What happened to not having time for your partner, for having to 'go it alone?' All this time, you were just tracking me? Spying on me?"

Sole was nose to nose with him by the end of it, so close, they could make out the cool blue of his eyes beneath his darkened shades. As well as the guilt that shone within them.

"Danse," Sole turned their head slightly to the side, their gaze refusing to leave Deacon's as they spoke to their other companion. "Why don't you head into the airport. I'll be right behind you."

Even without looking, they could feel the Paladin's eyes narrow at their request.

"Very well, I'll do as you ask, just... Be careful. I don't trust this one."

"Yeah..." Sole said, more to Deacon than to Danse, "I'm starting to think I shouldn't either."

The heavy steps of Danse's power armor-laden form grew distant as he trekked back to the Brotherhood HQ, but still, the Railroad spy firmly held their gaze.

"All you do is lie to me, Deacon!" Sole burst out, their arms flailing in frustration, "Everything you said the last time we spoke, it was all just bullshit! Does this mean nothing to you?" They gestured to the pair of them, one finger poking uncomfortably into his chest as they did so. "Everything we've been through, all this time working at each other's sides, doesn't it make you feel like shit? Not having a friend in the world? Not having anyone you can trust? Anyone that you can actually be honest with? Or are you even capable of honesty anymore?"

"Trusting people is dangerous, Sole." Deacon spoke firmly, almost completely monotone. And Sole wasn't sure why, but that pissed them off even more. They opened their mouth to let him know as much, but Deacon continued before they could voice a thing.

"That's what I've been trying to teach you all this time. Can't you see that? It's because I- I care about you that I want to protect you from anyone that might try and take advantage of you," He gestured broadly to the large airport behind them, his meaning clear. "Anyone who might put you in danger, even unknowingly, and that includes me. But it also includes your laser pistol pals in the giant metal flying nightmare."

"This isn't about them, okay? I'm not just blindly trusting the Brotherhood, but after you blew me off, what the hell was I supposed to do?" Their voice rose an octave, a testament to their desperation, "You wouldn't help me, Deacon, and I need to get into the Institute, I need to find my son, and sever that horrible organization's hold on the Commonwealth for good. I thought that's what we both wanted, but then you made it clear you had other priorities."

"Sole, just because--"

"Other priorities that, I guess, included spying on me." They spat the word at him, and Deacon flinched at the malice. "You didn't need to sneak around, okay? I know it's what you're used to now, and all your anti-trust monologuing probably means you wouldn't believe me at all, but you could've just asked me what I was doing with Danse and the Brotherhood. I would've told you, and, because I'm not you, I would've been honest about it."

"Ouch, okay, I get it." His voice sounded stripped, like the overused scratchiness of an old holotape. "Just ask, yeah, that's always worked in the past."

"You didn't know me in the past, Deacon." Sole's tone wilted, the anger slowly draining out of them as their companion began to yield to their fury. "I'm not a cunning master of subterfuge and stratagem. I'm not your enemy. I'm your ally, and whether you say it or believe it or not, I'm your friend, too. I know this goes against everything you preach, but you can trust me."

He nodded to them without a word, and Sole couldn't help but notice the way something appeared to catch in his throat as he swallowed thickly.

"I-I know." He finally said after a long pause, where the dangerously electric energy in the air between them seemed to sizzle out into a pleasant hum. "That's what scares me about you. I'm not... Not used to it, is all."

One hand came up to rub at the back of his neck, a small grimace still present in his expression as he looked away from his companion's still-intense gaze.

"But I can try, you know? Can maybe give it a go again. This whole 'friendship' thing." He said with air quotes around the word that, coming from his mouth, sounded like a forbidden swear word.

"I'd like that..." Sole smiled at him, their expression finally soft enough for the spy to chance another glance into their bright eyes without fear of being burned.

"So then... if what you say is true, and I really can just ask you. What are you doing hanging out with these jarheads?"

"You were the one spying on me," They said with a teasing grin, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Okay, yeah, I deserve that." He chuckled, his shoulders finally relaxing from their previous tenseness. "And while I did have a few theories, I think I'd rather get it straight from the source. Save face, and all that, you know."

"Yeah, I think that's probably best too." Deacon grinned at that, an apologetic thing, but also one of familiar amusement.

"Really," You continued, "I just needed to borrow some power armor from them. I have a lead on how to get into the Institute, but... Yeah, it requires me not dying of radiation poisoning first, so..."

The Railroad agent chuckled a bit at their tone, the way their sarcasm rivalled even his own.

"Well, if it's power armor you want, that Paladin Danse guy sure as hell looks like the one to get it from."

#1.5k celebration #1.5k event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #deacon fo4 #fallout deacon #deacon fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #deathclaw