#and prove herself that she is worthy of something...and can be as respected as her master is

[gumy-shark]

Does Cynthia have any fears or phobias?

i'd say her big ones are fear that she'll lose her spellbook (again, her Only Friend (or at least, the only being she currently considers a true friend)), and fear of social rejection. she HAAATES the idea of disappointing people or not being accepted by her peers.

#ask!! #filijester!! #oc: cynthia lafloren #she grew up an outcast and continues to be something of an outcast due to her being a half-elf #smth she cannot control #& naively believes that through hard work and determination she can prove herself to be Just As Good As Them and Worthy Of Love And Respect #(obviously this is futile bc people just Do Not Work Like That (especially not in the exclave) but she has not quite grasped that yet)

[yxine]

— ADMIRE. ❞ (2)

part 1 — part 2 — part 3

Bada Lee x Original Character!:

— in which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter.

— Everyone expected that Jam Republic would be only full of western dancers, so imagine when they found out that the "Queen of Dance" in the Korean Dance industry was joining the survival show Street Woman Fighter.

note: I do not own any of the people here nor the show except for Lea Chang. This was also made for entertainment purposes only.

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No matter where Bada would look at, her gaze always lands on her. Everytime she looks at her, something flutters inside of her. Bada doesn't know if it's due to her being a fan of the queen or something else but it's uncomfortably warm.

"I can't help but stare at her.." muttered the Bebe Leader as she kept glancing at Lea. Tatter who was beside Bada snickered at the obvious admiration her leader has for the Jam Republic Member, although no one can blame her since this was the Queen of Dance of South Korea.

"Someone has a crush~" Teased Lusher who also heard her leader making the said leader mutter curses at her two members.

"Yah! Not so loud and no I do not, besides this is a competition." Bada tried to convince her two members which ended up failing because her eyes went back to the queen.

"No I do not, my ass. You keep ogling at her though I don't blame you, she's ho—" Lusher retorted before getting cut off by her leader.

"Sh! This is a family friendly show!" Bada whispered irritatedly at her member who only snickered in response. Her other members watching them bicker also snickered as they get to see a flustered Bada Lee for the first time when usually it's her who makes the others fluster.

"Welcome back after the small break, dancers! We will now proceed with the first mission no-respect battle!" Once again everyone cheered getting even more hyped up due to a certain someone.

I must prove that I am worthy to be the winner. Was everyone's thoughts as some of them glanced at the tallest female in the room.

"Do you think someone would battle me?" Lea asked Kirsten who was beside her, glancing at the competitors with an uninterested gaze but inwardly she was very much interested.

She knew about the drama 1million and Deep n' Dap had due to the leaders separation. The tension between two teams were suffocating the whole room, it almost made her hide herself, almost.

"Well if they're gonna fight you, I think it'll be mostly out of respect even though this is a no-respect battle." Kirsten responded with a small smile as she stretched her arms trying to warm herself up incase she was called out.

"Yeah! I mean you're basically qualified to be a judge in this show right now, so even if you're an enemy here they'll still respect you and gain your recognition." Latrice added as she shook Lea's shoulders since she's behind her.

"You really shouldn't be boosting up her ego right now, Lat." Emma warned Latrice playfully as she feigned a glare towards Lea who only muttered curses at her.

"I've never felt so jealous until now." Yoonji from Mannequeen mumbled to her team who playfully reprimanded her as she stared at Jam Republic.

"The next dancer to choose her no-respect dancer is....Bebe, Bada Lee." Bada stood up nodding her head while jumping for a couple of seconds to prepare herself. Her team and the other crews cheered for her as she took a stride towards the stage with a mic in her hand.

"My no-respect is not someone who I don't respect, this dancer is someone that I admire and respect a lot...Jam Republic, Lea Chang." Gasps filled the whole room, no one had the guts to battle with the queen and to see Bada challenge her was out of this world.

Everyone in Jam Republic cheered for Lea as she stood up gaining pats on her back as she fixed her beanie. She moved towards the stage with an uninterested stare towards the Bebe leader but internally she was very excited to battle with the famous Bada Lee.

The crews surrounded the whole stage eagerly as they watched both women standing across each other with similar auras but Lea's seemed stronger. They can't help but see that they both look similar to each other but Lea was a bit more taller than Bada.

"I hope you live up to my expectations, Bada Lee." Lea coolly stated as she stared at Bada right at her eyes. Said woman was getting much more nervous as her cheeks went into an unnoticeable blush if you don't look at her closely, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt heat go through her body.

"Are both dancers ready?" Kang Daniel asked both women who nodded in confirmation.

"Ready? Fight!"

The Dj began to play a song as Bada goes first. Shirt by SZA. The moment Bada moved, Lea found herself focusing on how she carried herself, the way she swayed, the way her breath went heavy when she did a sensual move, the way she smiled like she was lost in a paradise, the way she looked at her with such admiration and something more behind her eyes. It took the queen's breath away, like she was sitting a throne with a dancer from another country moving so seductively infront of her.

Bada found herself flushing when she saw the way Lea stared at her as she stopped just inches away from her. The rest of the crews even the judges and mc could feel the high tension between both women, something about it made them think it was not meant to be watch publicly.

The song switched to another song, Streets by Doja Cat. Two sensual songs right next to each other, the dj really knows how to keep the tension going.

Lea just stood there with a unreadable stare before moving close to Bada wrapping her arms around her shoulders before moving down the moment the beat came keeping her unwavering stare. Moving her hands down Bada's upper body before turning around the other way on her knees. It was getting hotter as Bada bit her lip watching the woman seduce her with her moves.

Bada couldn't focus at all, she knew she would lose and she'd be happy to lose but this...it was too much for her to take it. She tried to stable her breathing as she watch Lea continue dancing, the roars of the other crew seemed to go silent as she stared. She felt overwhelmed with the tension, it was suffocating and somehow she wanted more. She didn't even notice her finish until the music seemed to go silent and the screams began to get louder.

She also didn't even notice that the judges picked Jam Republic instead of Bebe, no. She didn't even care, she was too focused on the battle she just went in.

"And the winner for this round is...Jam Republic, Lea Chang!" Bada didn't even listen and was still stuck on what she just witnessed until a hand larger than hers grabbed her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"You did great, love." The person whispered, Bada became even more flustered as she realized it was Lea. She could only nod in thanks as she hugged back.

"Maybe we could go out sometime?" Lea continued before pulling away with a wink and walked back towards her crew.

That was fucking amazing.

#bada lee #bada lee x oc #bada lee x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 #jam republic #kirsten dodgen

[lament4piligrim]

Frozen heart knows no pain

Arranged marriage AU, pre-MK1

Angst, No Comfort (at the beginning), Hate/Love, Jealousy

Before and after marriage Bi Han is in relationship

Brothers do love his partner (not legitimate wife, but they respect her)

Bi Han ignores (or try) his wife, while his partner tries at least befriend her

Wife is an excellent healer, but she hides her true powers because of an accident

Wife does not interfere in the relationship and avoids any contact with Bi Han, his partner and brothers

Her bestfriend is Sector

Character names are fictional, you can use your own

Prologue

If someone asked Bi-Han what, or rather who, he hated most in the world, he would have answered without a second thought: his own father.

He hid his hatred deep inside him, behind a mask of cool indifference, promising himself and his mother that none of his family would notice it. At least not until the right moment.

The eldest heir sought to become an unique Grandmaster, one that had never before existed in Lin Kuei. He spared neither himself, nor his brothers, nor his loyal warriors - since he was assigned to keep an eye on trainings, he toughened them up to bring out the most resilient and strongest who would become the backbone of his clan in the future.

The first benefits he tasted a few years later, when his mother's death and his father's cold "I'm sorry" didn't haunt him at night.

When the ice in his heart was melted by the warrior in whose eyes he saw stars and whose tinkling laughter captivated his mind.

She had joined Lin Kuei willingly, loving martial arts with all her heart that she had to run away from home because of her parents' prohibitions. She probably wanted to prove to herself and the world that she could protect herself and those she loved, that she was worthy of something more than just a young girl who was stuck in the village for good.

Bi Han thought that such a fragile and insolent girl had no place in Lin Kuei. She dared to contradict the words of the eldest heir and even more so to argue with him, finding it amusing. Not surprisingly, she quickly found favour with Tomas and Kuai Liang. Together, they never missed a moment to mock him. It was annoying as hell.

However, Bi Han couldn't help but notice the wounds and bruises on the girl's arms. The results of hard work and determination. The first thing he realised as he began to look at the girl differently.

He saw the way she agonised her body, balling her fists into bloody knuckles and clenching her teeth tightly as she broke bones. Saw her rise up, unwilling to admit defeat in practice fights. Saw her eyes shine with excitement when she would take down her opponent and then happily help him back to his feet with a satisfied smile. Her smile was like the sun that warmed on spring evenings.

And Bi Han realised that he was deeply in love with her.

He tried to change, to become more open… to let her into his world, to shield her from evil, to protect her at all costs. Only for her to smile at him, not expecting him to blame or criticise her.

He truly felt happy when she kissed him first. Shyly and awkwardly, standing on tiptoe and putting her hands on his broad shoulders. Her face was crimson with embarrassment, and yet she couldn't stop smiling foolishly, as if she had received the most precious gift.

It took a few more years before the whole of Lin Kuei was aware of the relationship between Bi Han and the fox (as they nicknamed the girl for her playful nature). Both weren't shy about showing how much they loved each other, and sometimes fought in public if they saw each other in strangers' company trying to flirt with them. Fox could even throw a tantrum, but Bi Han was skilfully able to suppress it by not letting the girl go all night.

His relationship with his brothers improved, thanks to her. They began to spend more time together, and Kuai Liang thanked fate for giving them Mingzhu.

The Lin Kuei warriors thought that nothing would shake this strong alliance. Even those who disliked Mingzhu didn't doubt it.

Things began to crumble when Grandmaster made the decision to marry Bi Han to the daughter of an important and close ally of the Lin Kuei.

Chapter 1

P.S. Probably I'd publish it in AO3. As I said, you can use your names for characters, or even put yourself in their place

#mk1 #bi han #kuai liang #mk #bi han x reader #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #sub zero #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #tomas vrbada #pre mk1 #arranged marriage #angst with a happy ending #bi han hates his father #Kuai Liang and Tomas don't about father's attitude towards Bi Han #OC doesn't seek Bi Han's attention/love

[dumbstupidlameo]

Blissful Pistol

MDNI 18+

ft Jill Valentine x Female Reader

content 4k words [ Gunplay, vaginal fingering, public sex, oral sex, humiliation, reader talks down on them self, insecurity ]

let me know if i missed anything (:

You're a fresh-faced rookie cop, in the East Office of the Raccoon City Police Department. Your pen shakes in your hand as you clutch onto your clipboard, the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. You can still feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins from the last bust you and your more experienced partner made. But now, they've left you alone to deal with the endless stacks of paperwork. You often wondered if you’d be able to keep it together and prove yourself as a worthy member of the force.

You were experiencing a deep sense of insecurity that had taken hold of you. Everywhere you turned, it seemed as though there were people in higher positions of authority who took great pleasure in making you feel small and insignificant…

At the moment, the truth behind said matter didn't seem relevant to you. You had more important things on your mind, particularly Jill Valentine. She was a member of the S.T.A.R.S Team and had received extensive military combat training, earning her a reputation as a total badass among your peers. You admired her courage, intelligence, and loyalty, but she intimidated you beyond belief. To make matters worse, you were incredibly attracted to her.

The way she carried herself was both alluring and intimidating.

Her tactical duty belt perfectly accentuated the natural curve of her hips and had a feminine yet confident sway as she walked

while her holster rested snugly against her thigh. Her pistol hugs her leg in a way that sends a dangerously warm feeling that rises from the deepest parts of your stomach, flooding your entire body with shameful arousal, you shamefully imagined how fucking good that holster would look gripping her bare thigh.

It was wrong, no doubt about it, was inappropriate to think of a coworker like that, especially Jill Valentine. She deserves the utmost respect. Yet here you were disrespecting her merely by your pathetic thoughts

God, you hated yourself

Time has passed, and you've hardly made any progress on your report. You lean back in your chair at your desk, feeling frustrated. If you can't even organize your thoughts, there's no way you'll be able to finish your paper. You sit up and consider taking a walk to clear your head. No one would mind, right? This work is emotionally draining, and you need some time to refocus and get your head straight

You are certain that one of your colleagues had just thrown a teasing remark "Where are you off to, rookie?" towards you, but you weren't paying much attention to your surroundings due to your preoccupation with other thoughts. Moreover, their teasing tone only further disheartened you.

You strolled through the main hall and unconsciously made your way upstairs until you realized just where exactly you were headed, past the S.T.A.R.S office. You stopped in your tracks. God, you were such a creep “There seriously had to be something malformed in your perverse brain” You ridiculed yourself.

As the door screeched open, you barely registered the sound, lost in your thoughts. But then, a voice like that of an angel, or perhaps a goddess, spoke to you in a concerned tone, and you were jolted back to reality. You found yourself face to face with her, struggling to speak as you lingered nervously on your words. "I'm sorry," you finally managed to say, "I didn't quite hear you."

"Hey there, I was just checking on you," the woman in front of you said with a gentle smile. Her expression, however, seemed to be questioning. It had just dawned on you that you had been standing outside the S.T.A.R.S office for so long. You couldn't possibly get any more embarrassing, could you?

"Right!" you spoke weakly before coughing to clear your throat. "Sorry, I was just trying to clear my mind and got lost in my thoughts." You chuckled but immediately regretted it. Sure, you make a fool out of yourself sometimes, but in front of Jill? You should be ashamed of yourself.

Before you have a chance to overthink it any further, she speaks up and says 'All good, no worries.' She tilts her head with a sincere smile that you can't help but return. She is such an endearing woman. 'If you'd like, you can come in and have a coffee with me?' she asks, gesturing towards the S.T.A.R.S. office.

You could feel your face burning from excitement, and you really were hoping she wouldn't notice it, Jill was inviting you for a cup of coffee with her. Sure, it was in the workplace, but nonetheless, this was the closest you'd ever been to her, and you could feel it burning you from the inside out.

“Yes, I’d really like that!” You responded trying not to sound too excited before she turned from you, signaling for you to follow her as she held the office door open for you, letting you walk ahead in front of her before following in.

Jill holding the door open for you was such a small gesture, but it drove you mad with want and desire. She's such a gentleman, really,

One foot in front of the other, you walked into the S.T.A.R.S office, taking in your surroundings you were quick to notice it was only you and Jill in the room together. Even when you doubled back and looked in the armory still, no one but you and her. Jill made her way to the corner counter where the coffee machine sat and started to pour herself and you a cup as well. You felt your stomach begin to ache with anxiety. You couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe it was just from being alone with such a beautiful woman that made you feel so uneasy?

You peeked in from the opposite direction, catching sight of her gun holster squeezing her thigh, allowing flesh to spill slightly from beneath its tightly-strapped straps. It sure was tight, As she turned to the side, her gun was finally within your sight, pressed snugly against her well-defined thigh. It was almost as if she were taunting you. The sight alone was enough to make you sigh out wantingly. Perhaps that was what brought you back once again to reality

Jill leaned back against the counter and crossed her legs, allowing your eyes to roam freely over her thigh as she conversed, "Something catch your gaze?"

The realization came upon you like a wave of nauseating fear. You'd been exposed; caught red-handed staring at her gun snuggled up so tightly against her thigh, She knew exactly the kind of despicable character you were.

And then you catch her expression; not one of disgust, to your amazement, but of amusement. Yes; she was smiling at you. No... she was smirking at you. Did she like this? Was she enjoying this?

The flow of your thoughts was abruptly brought to a halt as Jill continued speaking, “You think I don't notice you always eye-fucking me?” her voice still bearing an unreadable tone. Yet, the way in which she was leaning, the smirk plastered across her face, these things could only foretell one thing: you were in trouble. Whether it was the type of trouble that’d entice you, hadn't had a clue. But one thing was for certain, the fate of this encounter was soon to unfold.

You stood there, feeling like a deer captured in the headlights. Jill wasn't having it, though - she made that abundantly clear.

"Come to me," she declared, her tone suggesting that was the lesser of two options. "Better yet..." she followed up with an abrupt pause before finishing her demand: "Crawl to me."

that last line shook you to your core. Your fear and anxiety surged as you felt the inevitable, humiliating moment fast approaching.

Your heart was pounding, and your legs trembled as you reluctantly sunk to the floor on your hands and knees and crawled towards her. If you had any dignity left, it was soon to be vacated. This was degrading, humiliating - the way she was staring at you, the way she commanded your actions - yet, there was an undeniable pull towards this woman that you couldn't deny. You looked up at her with pitiful eyes, She matched your gaze, staring down at you like you were already hers,

You moved with deliberate movements as you crept over to Jill, feeling every inch of your thighs rubbing together with every movement. Your body and mind were no longer at war with one another,

When you finally reached her, your gaze remained locked with hers, unable to break free. She had a satisfied look on her face as she leaned down and grasped your chin, pulling you close. "I knew it," she confessed, clearly aware of how your restless eyes had been roaming over her after all this time. You'd feel embarrassed by her statement if it weren't for the fact that you've already sunken to the floor for her.

Her grip on your chin tightened while her other hand traced your jaw, brushing your hair from your face. Her eyes gazed at you with a newfound affection and eagerness. Then, without warning or explanation, she closed the space between you both, her lip slightly parted. She moved her hand to the back of your head to grip onto your hair aggressively, her lips against yours, Your nerves were on fire, and your whole body tingled feeling her lips moving against yours.

She pulled away gradually, a line of saliva connecting your lips. She let go of you harshly, which left you feeling as if you'd done something wrong. You look up at her, leaning up and reaching into her holster to pull out her pistol “So, this is what you wanted?” she questions you, looking pretty entertained

You felt embarrassment build up in your stomach but knew it was best to push that down. Besides, Jill Valentine wouldn't tolerate it. You look up at her with an illusion of confidence, “Yes” ma’am” You nod to her,

To your disarray, she responds by laughing in your face.

Your so-called confidence drops. She must think you're pathetic.

Smiling down at you, she praises “Cute.” This was all she needed to say before she ran her fingertip along the trigger of the pistol in her hand. You weren't scared at all. She was a trained professional. There's no way that she could slip up and hurt you. You knew that for sure — you trusted her.

She watched as your needy eyes followed her fingers, dancing over the trigger as you let out an involuntary whimper that immediately had Jill’s eyes darting straight toward you.

She hummed to herself as if she had gotten a sick idea. She pushes you back a bit, exposing your clothed body to her better. You sat back on your elbows, fear, and arousal in your eyes, looking up at her pitifully.

She traced your upper torso with the pistol in a sensuous manner, reaching down with her other hand she testingly unbuttons the top button of your shirt before looking into your eyes as a way to ask you if this was alright, “Please, Jill” the slightest whisper escaping your lips as an answer to her unspoken question.

With a pleased look plastered on her face, she starts unbuttoning the rest, cool air hitting your chest, and stomach, making your back arch slightly to the temperature.

There you were, sprung out across the floor, balancing yourself on your elbows for her with your shirt barely opened and barely clinging to your body. She inched herself closer to kneel between your legs. She was so close to you that it all felt so fucking real, no longer a pathetic fantasy; it was real.

Jill traces your bra with the muzzle of the gun

“I think it's time this goes too. Yeah, honey?”

Her pet name for you made your heart flutter “You should get this off me” You sounded so out of breath it was humiliating.

Jill reached behind you to unhook your bra. You moved around to help her fully take it off of you.

Jill sat back in awe at your half-naked physique below her. She looked so proud of herself as well,

She eyed your tits, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took,

You inhale sharply, and your breathing becomes more erratic.

Now she was the one doing all the eye fucking.

She returned to her pistol in hand and began tracing your bare tits. You could feel your nipples harden under the cold metal of the pistol, her other hand shifting down to between your legs.

Using her middle and ring finger, she slides over your clothed pussy which instantly made you gasp and arch and whine out an “Oh, Jill” to her,

She loved the way her name sounded coming from your pretty mouth.

She leaned down to you once again placing a wet kiss on your chest before moving your lips down to your nipples, taking them into her mouth and teasing her teeth over the now overly sensitive bud, you involuntarily squeeze your thighs around her hips which was now snug up against your aching clothed cunt. Fuck, it was torture, you needed more.

she looks up at you while her tongue circles around your hard, sensitive nipple. The intimidation from her gaze alone could break you. You throw your head back with a pathetic cry for her.

She takes that as a request, raising back up she grabs you by your belt hoops and steadied you into place before unbuttoning your pants and practically ripping both your pants and panties off in one go, she discards them to the side for now, as they're no longer needed.

Your body shivered in anticipation, every nerve feeling as if it were on fire. Your pussy is now positioned right in front of Jill’s face as she gets down to its level, your enlarged puffy clit along with the wetness that soaks your folds is only just begging for Jill’s love.

You look down at Jill between your thighs, hand now gripping it harshly,

She sinks in and places an opened-mouth kiss on your clit, you felt completely out of control, your hips twitching causing a new wave of trembling and shivers as you arched and gasped for her.

She passionately licked and sucked on your pussy collecting all the wetness on her tongue before settling down and tongue fucking your entrance,

Shit, it was almost painful how fucking badly you needed this; how badly you needed her.

You grunted, feeling left breathless and heaving, eyes squeezing shut from pure ecstasy, tears slowly trickling down your face,

She broke away from you, “I know what you’d like” she exclaimed before picking her pistol back up and unloading it, before cocking it back and laying the muzzle right against your puffy fucked out clit,

She pulls the trigger of the unloaded pistol, which causes it to pulse heavenly against your clitoris

“Fuck! Fuck.. Fuck!” you shriek out as your elbows lose their balance, and you collapse against the hard, cold ground, thighs rapidly shaking with no control,

“Sweetheart” hearing her sweet voice brought you out of your haze “You need to shut up” Her tone changes, which almost makes you flinch,

The realization hit you then and there that you hadn't even considered the possibility of someone else walking in or hearing you. Your nervous system was instantly flooded with adrenaline, the thought of someone stumbling in and seeing you exposed on the floor with Jill Valentine between your thighs teasing you with her fucking gun caused your breathing to quicken and your throat to become dry.

The sudden awareness of people walking and talking behind the closed door behind you sent a shiver down your spine and caused your breathing to quicken even further. The noise of their footsteps and voices, however, was barely audible over the sound of your own rapid breathing, unfortunately so, it appears to you that you lacked the dignity to do anything about it at the moment and turned back to face Jill.

With the muzzle now wet from your pussy and with the sudden movement of her pulling it away which causes you to shiver and shudder in sudden embarrassment. The pistol was dripping in your wetness, your breath growing hot and heavy, her pulling away only made you want her back more, the tingling sensation in your chest intensified as she forced the muzzle between your now plumped lips,

Fuck, you could taste yourself on it.

You felt your clit twitch as Jill’s other hand creeps back down to between your thighs, her fingers slipping between your folds, filling in your cunt you happily accepted her.

Her fingers slid deep into your pussy to the point where her palm rested against your clitoris.

You began to fuck yourself against Jill’s hand, she began mouth fucking you with her pistol, pumping it in and out between your pretty lips.

“Such a greedy girl” she cooed at you, causing a broken whine muffled by the pistol in your mouth to barely escape your lips

It was all too much; you could feel your saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth where your lips were sore from being stretched over the pistol, the drool trickled down your chin falling onto your chest like a gentle caress, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread across your entire body.

Her fingers started pumping rapidly in and out of your soaked pussy, wet sounds filling the room along with your swift muffled breaths.

As you lie there in her grip, your eyes locked with hers as the sensation builds up deep inside you. By the way, your chest is rising and the broken-up whimpers barely escaping your lips, she knows she’s about to finish you off. She leans over to talk you through this gently and softly spoken “It’s okay love,” she reassures you; she looked so beautiful looking down at you while filling both your mouth and pussy up, her face glistening with a light layer of sweat.

“Don’t fight it, let it build up honey”

her pace fastens which causes your hips to shoot up in shock from the added friction, which only made her fuck her fingers deeper into your soaked cunt.

As you feel the sensation coursing through you, you instinctively shut your eyes and tilt your head back. At that moment, a gentle voice whispers "Sweetheart" to you, like an angel sent to guide you through this moment of distress. "Look at me," the voice continues, "don't think of anything else." You meet her gaze with a furrowed brow, but at that moment, you trust her more than anyone.

The pressure builds inside of you, your body still buzzing from the intense buildup, causing you to involuntarily jolt as Jill pulls her pistol away from your mouth. Instead of the rough, harsh texture of the metal barrel, she replaces it with the soft and gentle touch of her lips, placing them gently against yours.

The kiss is gentle and soft, her warm, soft lips pressed against yours as she whined softly against your mouth. Her eyes fluttering shut, as you gently lift her hair behind her ear and caress her jawline, returning the kiss to her. The closeness and intimacy of the kiss, combined with the built-up pressure and the sudden calm sensation of Jill's soft touch, makes everything feel heavenly for that moment.

Jill pulled back from the kiss and adoringly looked into your blown-out pupils. She watched them widen as your breath hitched and hips stuttered

“Oh, baby, that's right” she praises to you as your pussy clenched around her fingers pumping in and out of you blissfully

You both looked longingly into the eyes of the other as your built-up tension finally washed over you.

You finished hard on her fingers, cum spilling out from your pussy.

Jill allowed you to ride out your high on her fingers until your thighs stopped quivering, and you collapsed against the cold flooring once again.

Every nerve in your body felt numb. She slowly pulled her fingers out of your pussy careful not to cause too much discomfort in you.

You winced at the loss of her inside you, she gave you a grunt in response, looking very satisfied with both you and herself.

She gently lifts your head off the ground and guides you to sit in her lap, “Here baby, I got you” she said comfortingly.

You look up at her. Her expression reads adoration as she smiles down at you affectionately and tenderly.

Your whole body feels drained, but she just holds you, placing soft kisses on your temple until you catch your breath.

She reaches behind you, sliding your bra back on you, kissing your neck as she clasps the back of it. She pulls your shirt on and buttons the front of it without pulling away from placing loving kisses all over your chest first.

"Wait here, sweetheart," she said as she reached behind her to the corner counter beside the coffee machine for some napkins. After retrieving them, she turned back to you and offered to help clean you up. It was a sweet and kind gesture, and in that moment, it felt like she truly was an angel.

After helping you get yourself put back together, Jill helps stand you up and gazes at you with a contented and satisfying look on her face as she buttons your pants for you. Her eyes lock with yours as she leans in to give you one final kiss on the lips, this one feeling different from the rest. The atmosphere around you feels different, the entire room changing in tone with the intensity and emotion of this final kiss. You've never felt so loved and taken care of before, and there is a sense of warmth that washes over you as the kiss ends. You wondered if she felt it as well.

The walk back to the East Office was painful, every nerve in your body was screaming to turn around and go back and be in her arms again. The desire to feel her softly touching you all over like you'd break if she weren't careful, You wondered if she felt the same way, if this was just a one-time thing, or if it meant anything to her at all? I mean for fucks sake she kissed you like you were hers.

You had no time to overthink it as you had a lot of work to finish at your desk.

The routine of the day went on as the work piled up, and the day finally rolled around for you to clock out and head home, a palpable sense of melancholy filling you as the sounds of chatter and footsteps filled the office around you. Walking out of your workstation with head down and eyes forward, you didn't hear the light panting footsteps behind you as you pushed the exit door open.

“Hey!”

The sudden sound of a voice, angelic and familiar, called out your name and filled your ears as you spun around with a startled gasp, meeting her gaze.

“I’d really like to see you again.”

#jill valentine #resident evil #resident evil x reader #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine smut #chris redfield #claire redfield #leon kennedy #ada wong #x reader #smut #carlos oliveira

[saturnville]

Can you write a fic where John and Amelia meet each other’s families?

promise of love, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan x amelia mae

content: john meets amelia's parents, but one of them is reluctant to give him their blessing.

an: hope you enjoyed, anon!

tags: to maintain your place on the taglist, you're expected to interact! @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

“I believe any man that she is with should be bringing something to her life. If you aren’t a positive addition to her life, then what are you? What are you contributing to her life?” 

Amelia’s eyes closed at the question of her father. Her chest heaved as her heart rate increased. She prayed like a saint day and night, begging God to ensure that the meeting would be beneficial, filled with love and understanding. Yet, the tension was thicker than the snow outside. 

Thankfully, Amelia’s mother adored John; she welcomed him with a warm hug and gentle kiss. His charm swept her mother off her feet and had her just as weak in the knees as Amelia often found herself to be. Her father was the opposite. His stare was stone cold and his handshake was stiff. The one thing she wanted to avoid, failed to be avoided. 

Amelia glanced at her lover, who seemed not affected by the stoic nature of her father. John Egan was a soldier. He wasn’t easily intimidated. He was strong mentally, emotionally, and physically. He knew how to fight for what he wanted and was trained to never back down from a challenge. With a soft sigh, John leaned pressed his back against the wooden chair. 

“With all due respect, sir,” he started. Amelia inhaled sharply. “Relationships are necessary in every aspect of life. You know, you learn, grow, and experience life with another person on a deeper level. Amelia doesn’t need me at all; if anything I need her. I can’t offer her a million dollars and the newest car, but I can give her the love, honor, and respect she deserves. She’s the most important person in my life and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. I swear by my life.” 

Amelia's father remained silent, his stern expression unchanged. He recognized where Amelia got her strong gaze from. Her father’s deep eyes bore into John's much lighter ones with an intensity that could intimidate even the bravest of souls. Yet, John held his ground, his gaze unwavering as he spoke from the depths of his heart. Amelia felt a mixture of anxiety and pride swell within her chest, grateful for John's unwavering commitment to her. Her hand dropped to his thigh, giving him a reassuring caress. 

After what felt like an eternity, her father finally spoke, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of begrudging respect. "Words are easy, son. Actions speak louder. You say you'll honor and respect my daughter, but can you prove it?"

Without hesitation, John met her father's gaze head-on. "Sir, I understand that trust is earned, not given. I may not have all the answers now, but I promise to show you through my actions that I am worthy of your daughter's love and trust. I'll stand by her side through thick and thin, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."

Amelia's heart swelled with uinsung pride. She reached out and gently squeezed his hand, silently conveying her gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would overcome them together.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her mother nod in approval. Slowly, his father did the same, saying lowly, “I hold you to that, son.” 

John nodded. “Yes sir, you’ve got my word.”

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Amelia said slowly with a small smile. She pointed toward the velvety dessert in the middle of the table. “Cake?”

Amelia's invitation to broke the tension in the room, providing a much-needed moment of levity. John flashed a grateful smile at her, relieved to move past the intense scrutiny of her father. With a nod, he accepted the offer, knowing that this simple gesture was a step towards building a bridge between himself and Amelia's family.

Soon, the atmosphere softened, filled with the warmth of familial love and acceptance. Amelia's mother beamed at the sight of her daughter and John, her heart filled with joy at seeing her child happy and loved.

With a sense of hope and commitment, John reached for Amelia's hand, intertwining their fingers as they shared a silent vow to face whatever challenges lay ahead together. 

With her father's reluctant approval and her mother's warm encouragement, Amelia felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that John was the one for her, and together, they would navigate the complexities of life no matter what.

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #mota #mota fanfiction #mota fanfic #mastersoftheair #masters of the air #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan x reader #major john egan x amelia mae egan #major john egan #bucky egan x black reader #bucky egan x reader #bucky egan #gale cleven #curt biddick #john egan x reader

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Reader who makes plushies... That have literal bombs inside of them that they can throw on the battlefield

Imagine if one of Links accidentally sets it off

Jk jk, it’s just funny to see this ask when you have Klee from hit game Genshin Impact on pc, PlayStation, and mobile devices as your pfp.

Personally I actually really love the concept of characters with bombs that are hidden inside plush dolls, they’re always so fun and cute! Now as for a (y/n) with those dolls…

She is not gonna be using them as freely when the time comes.

At the start I think the Chain would actually be really chill with her primarily using bombs in combat, I mean as long as she can control where they go. In fact, they’d prefer her using bombs than using nothing at all since - and I mean this as politely as possible - if would not be good if they had member of the group basically be deadweight.

*side eyes canon (y/n) who is not a combatant in any capacity*

And in all fairness, I’m pretty sure everyone who’s played a Zelda game has accidentally blown themselves up with their own bombs at least one time. Realistically would that kind of injury be severe and heavily impact her relationship with the Chain? Of course, but since when have I stuck to realism?

(y/n) being a combatant from the get go would certainly impact the Chain’s view of her fighting later on when they start becoming obsessive, but I think they’d still go through a phase where they think (y/n) shouldn’t be using them at all when their concern for her safety reaches its peak.

I mean, if these guys can blow themselves up with their own bombs when those bombs are just a side item then what about when they’re someone’s main weapon? I heavily doubt this variant of the reader would be without some bandages from accidentally blowing herself up on occasion.

Those who become a little too paranoid for her safety, such as Four, Twilight, and probably Wild just from his own personal experiences accidentally setting off a remote bomb too close to himself or using a bomb arrow in the Eldin region, would argue that she’s safer without them than with them.

And while most of the others would be in agreement, the problem is…she’s had these bombs and this method of fighting since before she ever came to Hyrule. Who are they to say what she can and cannot do to defend herself with?

It’s a struggle between the overwhelming desire to keep her safe and the need to respect her as their superior, after all they are barely worthy to hold a candle to her.

So, a compromise is made.

They politely ask (y/n) if she can limit her bomb usage, perhaps using a bit of well meaning manipulation to say that their ears are more sensitive than hers and as such the sound of the bombs going off hurts their ears.

They don’t want to limit their darling, don’t want her to feel caged and like her wings are being clipped, but they also want her to be safe above all else.

And if there were ever a time when (y/n)’s style of combat proved to be more detrimental to her well-being than not then they wouldn’t hesitate to take those bombs away, even if she protests.

On a slightly happier note, the plushies themselves are something the Chain would coo over a lot!

Some might even try to give her inspiration for new ones to make, even if they aren’t bombs(they’d be happier if they weren’t bombs tbh). I’m sure Hyrule has a bunch of dolls that look like himself saved up and Wild’s got pictures of Riju’s sand seals, those would be adorable!

But yeah, a reader who utilizes bombs in combat would challenge the Chain’s dual desires to both respect (y/n) as their ultimate authority(not that she knows) and keep her safe. But as long as she properly uses them, then she’ll be fine.

For now.

#linked universe #yandere linked universe #acrylic answers #yandere linked universe x reader #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu twilight #lu four #linked universe x reader

[perfectsunlight]

(𝟒𝟖) - 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: none this is so soft and im going to cry

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

never thought that i'd find

that the one in my life would be so near

and now you're here

the first thing jimin ever noticed about you was your smile. 

“jimin, y/n. you two will be partners for this month’s evaluation.”

your eyes met hers from across the room, and for a moment, the raven haired girl felt herself returning the friendly gesture. you had recently transferred into her dance course, which was the same one your friend was in. she knew you and minjeong were best friends, and since she was partners with minjeong for the last evaluation, she heard a lot about you despite never seeing you until now.

minjeong gasped playfully and nudged her arm. “you can finally meet y/n, now.” she said with a teasing smile. jimin and minjeong had become pretty decent friends since being partners last time, but she couldn’t help but help herself feeling more intrigued by you whenever minjeong would talk about you.

now you were partners with her, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling at that small thought.

“it seems so,” jimin chuckled softly. her midnight hues observed you from the other side of the room as you and ningning began whispering to each other, trying not to get in trouble for talking while the instructor kept listing the remaining pairs.

once class ended, jimin was dragged by minjeong to the corner where you and ning were. “y/n/n!” minjeong said in a sing-song voice, making you turn your attention to her and the taller girl next to her.

“jimin, this is y/n, the one i was telling you about.”

jimin never got nervous, unless it was for monthly evaluations. however, in the presence of you, suddenly she couldn’t speak. all she could do was smile and nod, waving a little.

you bowed slightly, out of respect for her since she was one of the senior trainees. “it’s nice to meet you, jimin unnie.” 

the older girl stammered, but still made her point across with a small smile. “you don’t have to call me that, jimin is fine.”

minjeong’s head whipped to look at jimin in disbelief, a playful scoff leaving her mouth as she looked back at you. “you are lucky. she made me call her that for like an entire month and a half.”

you flicked minjeong’s forehead before grinning. “maybe because i’m not annoying like you.” ningning, who was beside you, couldn’t help but laugh at your comment, seeming to agree with your statement.

jimin couldn’t help herself from grinning at your clever comment. you were quite witty.

she liked that about you. it was one of the many things she soon learned to like more, too.

i got you, you got me

when it's us, babe, you make me feel complete

you're all i need

ever since she joined SM, jimin always felt like she was lacking something. 

she was always reminding herself how fortunate she was to be in such a lottery-like position, but since she was casted through an instagram DM due to her visuals, she felt like it was her job to prove herself worthy of being here.

she wanted to be seen as more than just a visual. jimin wanted to be known as a hard worker, too.

except no matter how hard she worked, she always felt like she was missing something. 

until she started getting closer with you, that is.

ever since you two were partnered up, it was honestly the first monthly evaluation that she felt herself enjoying. the two of you spent hours together, going over different moves and ideas. it was a lot of work, but the raven haired girl felt herself looking forward to these long hours spent with you.

“do you know how funny you look doing that?” 

you said as you chuckled, mimicking the dance movement jimin had just did before laughing at yourself.

your laugh was the most precious sound jimin had ever heard. 

then, in that moment, the taller girl felt it.

the seemingly never ending void in her heart, was no longer there. it no longer ached and howled in emptiness, it no longer ate her up inside. 

“do it again, please.” you managed to breathe out in between breaths, body still shaking from laughter. “please, please it was so funny.”

jimin felt a smile creep onto her face, and she sighed in feigned annoyance before moving her body in the same manner as before. she didn’t even follow through with the entire movement before she heard your fit of laughter once more.

the taller girl narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her chest as she grinned at you through the mirror. your figure was hunched over, body still shaking from the fit of laughter. 

she couldn’t complain though. jimin had just found her new favorite sound, and she would do anything to continue hearing it. even if that meant making herself look like a fool, but only for you.

“you’re mean,” she said before laughing along with you. to be honest, she doesn’t even remember how it happened, but the two of you eventually spent an hour laughing on the floor. all that she remembers is the way her abs were aching, and how flushed your face looked.

but as she looked at you making fun of her ‘helicopter hand’ as you so called it, she couldn’t help but smile. meeting you was the best part about this whole trainee thing. 

and for the first time since joining, jimin finally felt complete.

ooh, ooh

maybe we can try it if you let me

after that monthly evaluation happened, jimin knew you two would be split up again. so she made it her mission to always see you as often as she could. months went by, and it actually worked out pretty well. you two would always eat meals together. sometimes you two would even spend your off days together.

it was never alone, though. minjeong or your roommate ningning would always be with you, which sometimes frustrated jimin because for some reason she felt herself craving a moment alone with you.

she needed to tell you how she felt. it was something she had been itching to do for a while now.

which was why she was here, marching to minjeong’s room to ask her for advice on how to ask you to hang out alone. she knocked on the door before it was opened, facing her now the puppy-like friend of hers.

“oh, hi jimin!” she said in surprise, a faint blush on minjeong’s cheeks as she spoke. “did you need something?” 

“i needed to ask you something,” she said quickly, but before she could finish her sentence, she heard your voice from inside minjeong’s room.

“is that our food?!” you gasped before running to the door, only to see minjeong and jimin standing there. “oh, hi jimin!” you greeted with a smile. 

minjeong raised her eyebrows as she looked between you and jimin, but then focused her gaze back on the taller girl. 

“nevermind, i was actually looking for y/n.” jimin replied quickly, deciding that at this point, she just had to go for it. 

“huh?! me?” your confusion was adorable to her, but she only smiled and nodded.

“come with me, real quick. i need to pick up a package from the post office and you’re stronger than this one here.” jimin pointed with her thumb at minjeong, trying her best to play off this situation. minjeong’s jaw only dropped as you laughed at her, putting your shoes on and following jimin out the door.

you and jimin made your way downstairs, and she felt herself getting nervous. she didn’t need to go to the post office. it was just the quickest thing she could come up with on the spot. she wanted to be alone with you for a moment, but this was definitely not what she meant. 

she took out her phone and began looking for directions to the nearest park, deciding that it was the most rational option right now. 

“do you not know how to get to the post office?” you chuckled in disbelief. 

the raven haired girl felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment, knowing that there was no way she could defend herself from such an accusation. “it’s at a different post office,” she tried to reason on the spot.

you only laughed at her, pushing her shoulder playfully. “okay then, ms. ‘different post office.’”

jimin spent the next 15 minutes trying to find directions to a park that was now 15 minutes away from the SM building. however, she got a bit lost. instead of a park or a post office, she ended up walking up a hill that overlooked the sun setting slowly over the city.

at the top, was a massive oak tree. it was beautiful, and shaded the area sufficiently. a patch of grass and flowers in bushes surrounded the area. shades of pink, blue, and yellow all littered the flora around the tree. it was ethereal. 

“this doesn’t look like the post office,” you chuckled softly as the wind blew, shadows and shades of orange light littering the ground beneath you as you walked closer to the end.

jimin’s cheeks darkened. well, she certainly wasn’t complaining about this hidden garden she just found. this was much better than the park or the post office.

she walked next to you, and the two of you just looked out over the city with fond smiles.

“it’s beautiful…” you whispered, your gaze fixated on the skyline in front of you.

jimin nodded, whispering her response. “it is…” except she was not looking at the skyline in front of her.

she was looking directly at you.

take you by the hand

you felt jimin’s hand slowly grasping yours and your heart skipped a beat. your head slowly turned to face her.

you're the only one who understands

your bright eyes met her midnight hues, and you saw the tint of scarlet on her cheeks that matched your own.

“i need to tell you something.”

so i guess that it's time

i asked you to be mine for all my days

your breath hitched in your chest. you felt like your heart was racing a thousand beats faster than it should have. your mind was scrambling, but all you could do was focus on the dark haired girl in front of you.

you were about to open your mouth to respond, but she quickly cut you off.

“wait, just…let me finish…please.”

i hope you'll stay

she took a deep breath, gently squeezing your hand as she continued.

“we’ve been friends for almost a year now. i knew from the moment we met that you were someone special. you were different, but i never understood why until we got closer. i found myself caring more and more about you."

i'll admit that i'm scared

'cause i've never really cared as much as this

“and i know this sounds crazy, but i just…i can’t be friends with you anymore.”

confusion spread across your face instantly. your brows furrowed as you looked across at her with your hand still in hers. 

“why?” you whispered, sadness evident in your tone.

jimin’s eyes shut for a moment before she opened them again, and her obsidian gaze bore into yours. this was it. she was terrified to tell you, but she had to do it. she cared, and she wanted to show it. she could not bear keeping her feelings to herself anymore. 

“because i see you as more than just a friend now.”   

it's worth the risk

your confusion turned into a more soft stare, and as jimin swallowed, she couldn’t help herself from tearing up a bit.

“i know it’s a risk. we would have to hide from everyone, we can’t do things like normal couples, especially because of the nation we live in and the career path we have chosen. but i promise you, y/n.”

ooh, ooh

maybe we can try it if you let me

“i promise you that it will be worth it. i’ll have you, and you will have me. and together, we can try this crazy thing.”

the sun had dipped below the horizon entirely now, twilight kissing the skyline with shades of pink and blue. jimin could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and for a second she thought she might pass out from the anxiety of the situation. 

would you hate her? would you stop being friends with her? was this really the end?

take you by the hand

your hand reached over to hold her other one, gently squeezing it.

jimin’s eyes widened, the tears in her eyes seeming to still as you moved in closer to her, smiling as you looked up at her with your bright eyes.

her palms were sweaty, but you didn’t seem to mind at all. she swallowed thickly as you leaned in closer to her.

“you talk too much,” you whispered before you pressed your lips against hers gently.

jimin felt like butterflies were erupting in her stomach, but also that everything in her was simultaneously exploding in happiness. your lips were the softest things she had ever felt, and as she kissed you back, she smiled.

and right there under the oak tree that overlooked the city, jimin knew that this was not the end at all.

but rather, only the beginning. 

you're the only one who understands

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @captivq , @wonyoluvr , @yunalvrrr , @spritin , @babycubchae , @vnschldd , @sserafimez , @chaersly , @rosiehrs , @baldd , @bwljules , @jenaissantesworld , @jennasluma , @dream-chasers-things , @lcv3lies , @elyds , @archerheejin , @vnschldd , @skisk1 , @cfvgbhndun-new-blog , @silantryoo , @phamminji , @bzeus28 , @writingficsblog , @strangegirlcode , @uzumakioden , @noiacha , @sserabey , @archerheejin , @pindoris , @yourstrulytrissmerigold , @jisooftme , @yacii , @ddrummie , @justalittledissociation

[ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ]

#smau #kpop #kpop smau #aespa #lesserafim #yunjin x reader #aespa x reader #lesserafim x reader #huh yunjin #karina x reader #yu jimin #yu jimin x reader #about you #perfectsunlight

[ballisters-lawyer]

Some fics I’m writing atm-

“Too Risky” - Goldenheart fic where if Nimona wasn’t the one to let Ballister out of prison. Instead he escaped by himself and snuck past the gaurds. Then he ran into ambrosius, but people still don’t know Ballister escaped so there’s no one to interupt them. They try and talk but when they hear some knights coming up the hall, Ambrosius pulls Ballister into a corner to hide them, then asking if they can go somewhere more private. Then something something they decide to go back to Ballisters lair and ambrosius stays the night (no there’s no smut, purely angst and fluff) (also there’s no nimona at all in this)

“Who’s this?” - A fic where Medrith locks Movie and Comic goldenheart in a room together, and while the Ballisters talk about science, their versions of Nimona, etc, comic ambrosius acidentally overshares and tells Movie ambrosius about how much of a dick he is, and they fight.

A Little Death- Ambrosius and Ballister growing up together, once as rivals, friends, and then themselves.

“Selling the News” - an OC story (mostly a writing test to see where I wanna go with these guys)

It’s just days after Kirous was challenged to a duel with Sam and won, proving herself worthy to join talstim academy. But after Sam was back on her feet, she began to tell people about how Kirous had ‘fought dirty’ and didn’t deserve to make it out of that duel, and with Sam being a high ranked and well respected student, people believed her. Time skip to the explosion, how it affects the students at the academy, how it affects Kirous, Mika, their relation ship, and how Kirous has nothing to do but run.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister #goldenheart #writing #nimona movie #todd sureblade #vihata #ballister x ambrosius #oc story #oc #wlw #mlm

[deadscell]

How do you interpret jack and The Boss' relationship?

hi anon :) thanks for the ask!

from what little we know about their relationship dynamic, i was always intrigued by them as a pair. i think during the virtuous mission she cherished those moments she had left before she defected, especially when jack interacts with her over the codec. with her commenting on his tuxedo in a disapproving manner, or on his camouflage (perhaps a lack of.) her maternal nature versus his childish personality juxtapose each other in a way that saddens me. in my opinion that was obviously one of the things that attracted her towards him, which is hardly surprising considering jack has the biggest heart and a charming sense of humour. but as the boss pointed out, she was also attracted to him because he was like her. which in relation to calling him a “child” it’s clear that she’s concerned about how his emotions drive him through his mission (she wishes to prepare him for the inevitable but he’s not ready during the virtuous mission.)

something to mention being that she is teaching jack something despite all of her best efforts to deny it, and in turn teaching him something she had to deal with alone in her own mission with the sorrow, there was no one there to guide her or convince her differently. she is his teacher. she had no choice and he had no choice, there was no control. there’s only the control of who dies or survives to tell the tale between them. but not only is she familiar with how he would’ve been feeling, she’s felt it before and she has to prepare for every scenario that may happen between them. she knows he’s highly influenced by his own feelings in contrast to the mission, and she can’t tell him otherwise. with her maternal nature she can again only guide him, especially under the circumstances of her own mission. as she pointed out, she couldn’t teach him to be a soldier because she could only teach him so much, meaning that he has to figure it out himself. essentially she has to be “cruel to be kind” to get her point across that he is brilliant, even if her influence is sometimes physical it’s more than likely, in my opinion that she wishes for him to see her own methods during a battle. as in the final fight, she compliments him if he manages to perform a certain cqc move or strikes her down. making her a true mentor and a loyal partner to him.

jacks’ confidence is doused in self doubt because of how much he looks up to and respects the boss, which i don’t think i can even blame him for. though nevertheless in her own way of nurturing, i think she wishes to prove to him that he is better than he even realises himself, especially since surrounding characters observe his skills highly. the cobras help in proving that there are many things he can do to physically and mentally endure an enemy who have their own mission against him. essentially she knows herself that he is worthy, but he has to prove it to himself in order to drive that mentality. confidence is a hard aspect of oneself to master, as well as believing that you can complete a mission. getting the perspective of the entire game once you know the story is like a cruel guilty pleasure, she’s rooting for him to complete the mission so much she’s willing to make him hate her, she has to be his enemy to convince him to do the impossible. the subtle help she favours to him (like the fake death pill she shot into his leg in the torture room), and asking her own son (the perfect candidate) to help the man whose going to take his mothers life? if that doesn’t show love and devotion, i don’t know what does.

#i give my life not for honour but for you #SNAKE EATERRRRRR #can i mention AGAIN about when she stands over his body if he dies and just doesn’t move :( #i think about them all the time #and as the boss says ‘get ready! >:)’ #get ready to read this essay. sorry 😔👍 #metal gear series #metal gear solid #mgs #metal gear #revolver ocelot #big boss #mgs3 #naked snake #mgs big boss #big boss mgs #the boss mgs #mgs the boss #the boss #the sorrow mgs #ocelot mgs #ocelot #mgs ocelot #major ocelot #mgs3 snake eater #mgs3 ocelot #mgs3 the boss #metal gear solid 3 snake eater #metal gear solid 3 #what a thrill

[dreamofmetoday]

JISOO IDEAL TYPE READING

overall:

she wants someone who is classy (well-dressed, well-mannered), in shape, has money and has a solid group of friends who are from similar backgrounds and have similar (good, respectable) reputations. this isn’t just her dreaming for the “ultimate man” but something she has seriously considered and believes she deserves since she fits these requirements herself - she knows she has a good reputation, has manners, takes care of herself, earns good money and surrounds herself with esteemed people etc. (she thinks along the lines of, “i have worked had and i have stayed well-behaved and that’s what i expect from you too”). she wants someone with a bright, optimistic outlook but is still grounded in reality (she doesn’t want someone she needs to uplift all the time, they should be confident and already well-established). she also wants someone very physically affectionate (she wants a relationship with a lot of hugs, kisses, cuddles etc).

turn ons:

someone exclusive and not easy to date (she doesn’t want someone that has a long list of ex-girlfriends), someone who isn’t a flirt (she likes when someone is charming, but polite and respectful), when someone makes it clear they’re not intimidated by her fame, someone who is humble and doesn’t act arrogant or showboaty, good manners, when someone can prove they’re intelligent (they know what to look for when it comes to buying an apartment or what to look for when it comes to making an investment, and if they don’t, they have an idea on who to ask and how to get the information they’re looking for), someone who is physically affectionate early on (when flirting, on a date, or if she feels there’s a spark, she likes when a man touches her shoulder or puts his hand on her lower back for example), someone who is a hard worker and isn’t easily deterred by setbacks, someone with a high sex drive (and can take the lead), well-groomed and well-dressed.

turn offs:

someone who is bitter and upset about the world (even if it’s in a very objective sense, she doesn’t want to hear it, everything wrong with the world isn’t something she thinks is worth focusing on), someone who makes the same mistakes over and over again (especially with her, she doesn't want to have to keep explaining herself, whatever you did wrong you should fix the first time around), someone who is too cold (she wants someone grounded and practical, but they should also be warm and sensitive to her), someone with a lot of baggage (someone that has an ex they need to financially support, or a kid they pay child support for, or someone with a weird relationship with their mother etc. are things that can easily make her drop a whole relationship, these are things really hard for her to overcome), someone who is closed off and secretive, someone who never seems to be happy or satisfied, when someone has a past filled with mistakes (if a man is telling her about all the big mistakes he made in his 20s, she wouldn’t think he’s a bad person, but she also wouldn’t think he’s date-worthy material - she would see this as signs of instability), someone with too many emotional problems, someone who is transactional with the love they give (feels too cold to her, a relationship full of iou’s isn’t the true teamwork she wants), someone that threatens to break up during arguments (she doesn’t want to hear it nor does she want to be in a relationship where you break up and get back together often - she would see this as really immature), overweight, short, looks old (didn’t age well even if they’re older).

#blackpink #blackpink jisoo #jisoo #kpop #kpop tarot #celebrity tarot #tarot #ideal type reading

[shakertwelve]

Hey hii hello hiiii what do u think was Marquis trigger backstory? Since ur the professional on him and we don’t know shit about him(besides his apparent vampirism lmfao)

Interested in your marquis backstory thoughts because his power implies a lot but I can’t quite put it together - there’s SOMETHING that he feels the bones breaking each time and doesn’t show it but idk what. Forced to play into a role even as it causes agony? Macabre leaning? What’s goin on there

SO the first big thing about marquis's background is that i really don't think he grew up with any wealth or comfort at all—his cape persona is a performance that he's putting on to get as far as possible from his much more humble origins, imo. heathcliff stuff. obvious tension of identity there that fits with a changer power and also makes sense with his pain tolerance, which suggests he's had a lot of experience bearing through pain without any help, and the way he talks; he often sounds like he's picking his words deliberately and even trying to give off an air of sophistication, but he never actually uses any words that are especially fancy or obscure. ward messes with this a bit by making him act like an actual cartoon vampire sometimes, but i think i'm still pretty close to the mark.

at one point he mentions that his father was a doctor, but i don't think the man he's referring to there is his biological father—his wish for the brigade not to put amelia into the foster system makes me think he himself spent some time in the system and didn't enjoy it (pretty plausible, especially considering this would've been in the 70s and 80s) before he eventually ended up with the man he thinks of as his father, which is why he's hopeful that amelia will be alright if she's with a good family from the start.

if anything i think he probably grew up more like rachel than anyone else in the cast, but while rachel dealt with being treated badly by human society by forming connections with her dogs instead, marquis never totally gave up on the idea that he could prove himself to be worthy. his dedication to being a "noble" villain, to me, seems like it comes from an almost childish sense of fairness; he has to believe that if he makes himself respectable, people will recognize it and respect him, if he holds himself to a higher standard he won't just be treated as another criminal, if he chooses his words carefully enough he won't be misinterpreted, and if he trusts his daughter to the dallons they'll rise to the occasion and take care of her. it's something he notes makes it difficult for him to understand amy once they're reunited, because she lacks that same internal drive; she's already seen that no matter what she did, she was never really treated like she belonged in the dallon family, so she can't make herself care enough to try anymore. my guess is that it's different for marquis because he had a father figure he actually looked up to, who (in marquis's memories) was a self-made man who was respected on his own terms, and if his father did it right, he can, too.

in a literal sense, his power is the ability to contort himself into any shape that could possibly be wanted from him, but he has to keep breaking himself over and over again to do it—and he does! his shard doesn't even need to throw in anything to protect him from the pain, because he's already willing to do anything just to become someone who can be accepted like he wants. trying to describe the exact moment of his trigger would take more speculation (i could sketch out a timeline but i'd really just be making up the details), but i think those are the underlying issues that are already cooking in his head when it happens.

#ask #flattered to be called the professional on him! i just think he's neat

[fallen-gravity]

Same energy!

NO YOU SEE I'M STILL INSANE ABOUT THIS I WROTE A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON THIS BACK IN APRIL/MAY

This goes even doubly so now!! Obviously Ollie's parents aren't anywhere near as horrible to him as Belos was to Hunter, but it's about being denied affection in a time of need and forgetting that you deserve it and the oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. reaction you have when you finally recieve it. Ollie defies his parents and tells them hey, I don't want to hunt ghosts anymore, I stopped hunting ghosts ages ago because they can be good, actually, and I have proof, and even though he didn't say it in those words or in any way that made it seem like he was talking on nay level other than a hypothetical one, his parents still rejejcted him. Sure, they hugged him and said they were proud of him for how empathetic he's become, but not before shoving him away and scolding him on how wrong he is.

Ollie and Hunter both struggle with the idea that love is something that you earn. Even way back in Book Marks the Sprite, when Ollie still genuinely believed in ghost hunting, a good portion of his plot of the episode was about how he just wanted trust and respect. He put a special emphasis on not wanting to let Molly down in particular. He feels like he has to earn her trust and affection now that she knows he hunts ghosts, and that's before he even knew about Scratch! He thinks he's only worthy of affection and praise if he's doing something right. He especially makes emphasis on this while they're at the ice cream shop when he states that Molly's not like the others. Others see him and his family as a joke, but she doesn't.

Episodes following Some-Ollie like Frightmares and Unhaunting show him struggling with a similar problem. He knows he did something wrong, and therefore he thinks he's practically human garbage for it. He wants to get better, mind you, and actively tries, but he's so, so quick to jumping to conclusions that everyone must hate him and that there's nothing he can do about it that it usually takes Molly taking him by the hand to snap him out of that whirlwind of thoughts. He doesn't feel worthy of love unless he proves himself, so when he recieves it without actually doing anything spectactular to earn it, it catches him off-guard. Unhaunting is a really good example of this, because the thing that stops him from crying during his breakdown is Molly gently grabbing him by the shoulder. Sure, her words are what stops him from breaking down, but essentially....

this is what makes his brain halt for a moment. He's recieving gentle affection when he thinks he doesn't deserve it. Ollie, like Hunter, thinks the only option for doing something wrong is isolation and punishment.

The Grand Gesture is such a fun episode for similar reasons. Molly's not really acting like herself, and she keeps setting him up for all of these grand gestures that either end up going disastorously wrong or just happen to fall in line with things she didn't know he didn't like. He sees her going over the top for him, he hears her calling their walk in the park romantic, he sees the blush on her face, and he...

thinks she hates him.

He has so much internalized self-hatred that it's hard for him to believe that Molly could possibly like him. Especially so soon after he opened himself up to his parents and got rejected. Probably especially after what happened at the school dance a few months(?) prior. It's his default to assume he's the one doing something wrong.

So when you take the boy who hates himself with everything he has, and you give him a girl who loves him with every fibre of her being, well....

it's no wonder you're going to find similarities

#asks #tgamm #the ghost and molly mcgee #mollie #ollie chen #molly mcgee #huntlow

[sorcerous-caress]

What are your thoughts that we can now recruit Minthara in a play through where you defend the grove?

I like it honestly, because at the end of the day whether you slaughter the grove or not, she still ends up at the same situation in moonrise tower.

I have a lot to say about this.

She is still deemed not good enough for failing at her mission, no matter how far she went, no matter if she actually found the grove and killed the innocent and the guilty. At the end of the day, she is still scorned by Thorm and sent to prison.

Failure is essential to her story, failure proves how conditional the love of the absolute for her is. That's what gets Minthara to leave.

Also it gives her more opportunity to interact with good aligned characters. I read this post before about someone's experience with Minthara during their first game and how they skipped the whole goblin camp thing, so from their point of view, Minthara was just an innocent person as any other being sentenced to death by Ketheric Thorm, the man you learn early on is the obvious bad guy who you need to kill. So their lawful good paladin saw absolutely nothing wrong with freeing her and letting her join them.

What I'm saying is, it takes a certain kind of person to kill the grove, and if your Tav just didn't happen to be that person then it's a massive OOC which will bother you a lot. I'm glad the developers took initiative and allow for alternative Minthara recruitment because of how much the people loved her.

Then you might say what's the point of slaughtering the grove? Well what's the point of anything really, it's a role-playing game. What's the point of helping Alfira with her song or the point of exposing kagha to the grove you'll end up leaving alongside the tieflings? It's a role-playing game, the point is to roleplay.

And there are some benfits still, her only sex scene is locked behind the grove route. And she tells you that she prayed for you to come and save her while being in prison if you've met her before, she tells you that spending the night with you was something she did out of her own free will.

You can still slaughter the grove even if the consequences outweigh the benfits. Because well, let's be real, those consequences aren't loot that you're losing but your companions, future friends and innocent children. You don't lose anything of actual value besides the people, those consequences are just reasonable consequences, not a reward, not a punishment.

Of course when people die their questline stops, of course the good aligned companions will leave when they see this mascara. The devs aren't punishing you, they're being true to the characters.

Evil isn't always rewarding, good isn't always the easy route.

It's still an option, still a choice offered to you. Even in terms of loot, the tieflings were poor they had nothing worthy to steal, only the druids did.

Evil is the easier fight between the two, you're killing a handful of civilians and inexperienced fighters instead of a whole camp of goblins with their leaders. Not to mention you even get backup when killing the grove, you're at a clear advantage, you can let your turn skip and still win the fight.

Evil is the fastest one too, all the goblins leave afterwards and you're granted the spider lyre. Which you would've had to go to the underdark and do the much harder Nere fight to obtain.

Evil is convenient, easy, fast and straightforward. You lose your friends but you gain loot, respect, and a clear way to your destination.

Minthara had little to do with taking the evil route, she says it herself that she is just a typical drow that happened to be at goblin camp at the time. That you could've just as easily killed her like you did to the others, but you didn't. Your small act of mercy barely changed anything in your world, but it changed the whole world for her.

I really don't get it when people say the evil route locks you out of so many good stuff, characters are not stuff or loot in the game world, they're people and they have free will. In terms of loot I think it evens out at the end, you do get that amazing Warlock robe for killing Karlach and the slayer form for killing isobel don't you?

It's all about choices, evil isn't fun for everyone and that's fair. Good isn't always fun too, Ascended Astarion and God Gale are more interesting concepts but it's not the right path is it.

Minthara deserves redemption, if she wants it. She deserves a small mercy out of the universe, a chance to escape the clutches of death that no one else in the goblin camp was granted.

It's not about you, the player, it's about Minthara and her story. The writers granted her this small miracle, why take it away just to make her exclusive? To make her do something that she calls horrific later in the game, that she admits to not wanting to be held responsible for the lifes she has taken.

She is evil aligned yes but she is never needlessly evil, she doesn't have a lust for blood she kills because she has to so she can survive. She tells you to control yourself when you express how excited you are to slaughter the grove, she doesn't seem to care for the chance to kill people, her main motivation is the absolute that she believes she is doing the right thing.

Minthara does not kill for the sake of killing.

When you prob her futher as Durge, she tells you that it's a good thing that murder excites you because it will make it easier for you to do, she subtly confesses that she does struggle with murdering people but she still does it no matter how hard.

Because that's how she was raised, that's the cruelty of drow culture and the Baerne family, that's why she is so fast to condem Lolth and her ways.

She wouldn't bother to kill the grove on her own is what I'm saying, she wouldn't see them as worthy opponents, she wouldn't care for them. Wasn't it for the absolute absolute orders, she would've been somewhere else.

Also keep in mind that they purposely isolated and seperated all the drows they kidnapped. Each absolute stronghold so far only has one or three drows per order. Underdark has Nere, Goblin camp has Minthara, Fireworks shop has the drow guy, Moonrise tower has Oblodra.

They purposefully spread them out so they can't have a resemblance of their home back in the underdark. Drows are very exclusive societies, most of them only interact with other drows for the rest of their lives, everyone else is a murder on sight kinda of deal.

She tells Thorm that, only if he has given her drow warriors, someone she can understand.

Yet she is supposed to work with these goblins. Why do you think her station is kept in the dark and most isolated part of the camp? Ragzling has an entire throne room with followers, the priestess has a throne too in the entrance and a private chamber.

Minthara has the crumpled edge near a cliff that's an abandoned library or something? Evening getting to her is very inconvenient and deliberately misleading. The two drow soldiers were following ragzling too and didn't even mention Minthara. Her own people were ignoring her while only 3 goblins stayed around her station.

Minthara wasn't loyal to these people even in a leader sort of way, yet she craved loyality so unlike a typical drows who are known for stabbing people in the back. She wanted to be loyal and she did give her genuine best to Ketheric.

But he didn't care for what crimes you and her have commited or not, he has done worse and killed many more people. He discards her just as easily and that's why it stings so much more when he does it after you slaughtered the grove.

Because you were there, your remember their screams, their helpless attempts at fighting back. The guilt is still fresh sitting at the pit of your stomach like poison refusing to resurface, preventing you from throwing it up.

At the end, it didn't matter, it nevered mattered to Ketheric. All her efforts, all that you sacrificed, everyone who died by his orders. The end results is always the same.

And so this small act of mercy of sparing her is like a gift to her honestly. After all she has been through, she deserves a chance at redemption, an easy way out, the one time the scale of fate actually leaned her way.

#♡Minthara #♡character study

[jmoloney1]

The Lies Jess-Malarkey Tells

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey claims that the “rumors” that Jess controls Jamie’s social media stemmed from “other blog”. When that blog actually proved that wasn’t true. [Link]

Here’s where the actual rumor started and it was way before Jess-Moloney started her blog: [Link] So maybe she wants to explain why she lied about that, since she claims she reads everything on the blog she should have seen this post.

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey says (and I quote) [Link]

My problem is with how certain people behave and interact with others in their dislike of Jess. My problem is with how certain people treat others, citing only your highly speculative thoughts as reasoning. There's no respect for a difference of opinion.

But then she posts something like this in response to an ask [Link] not toxic when she does it though only when someone else does.

Here @jess-moloney-malarkey proves she can’t read where she says:

What I do care about is the speculation and accusations that are spoken about as if they're fact, the refusal to listen to any other point of view

Here is Jess-Moloney’s actual thoughts on this which @jess-moloney-malarkey entirely misconstrues in just about every post she makes:

[Link one]

[Link two]

Doesn’t sound like she’s trying to say anything is fact. It sounds like she’s saying she doesn’t actually know the answer and she’s just going by what she can see. @jess-moloney-malarkey has not actually posted any proof that this other blog has stated it as fact. Just that they have a theory. So either she can’t read or she’s gaslighting people. Take your pick. Considering how she fingered herself with joy over the hiatus notice you’d think she could have read what was said here but instead she continues to push the narrative that this other blog is “confirming” a breakup when no such thing has ever actually been said on that blog.

Here’s where @jess-moloney-malarkey says that the other blog has become a “Jamie hate blog” when they also can’t back up any proof with this when that blog said anything about hating Jamie or that Jamie should be hated. There was a discussion about the shirt he was wearing where the other blog said numerous times that she didn’t think Jamie should be cancelled over wearing a shirt. But that doesn’t fit the narrative Malarkey wants so she’s just gonna lie about it.

Quote: I do like Jamie and I don’t believe him wearing the shirt makes him a bad person. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t question why he’s wearing it or point out why it’s problematic, which it is [Link one]

Quote: I don’t think Jamie wearing the shirt means he’s a bad person (as I said before) but people need to stop acting like it’s not a problem either. [Link two]

Quote:  I personally haven’t seen or heard him say or do something that I think is close to being “cancel” worthy but unlike some of the larger fanatics, I use logic. I don’t jump to conclusions and I don’t presume to know why he was wearing that shirt.  [Link Three]

Does this come close to sounding like a “Jamie hate blog” apparently it does to Malarkey even though all it was, really, was opinions, discussion, and saying how and why the shirt was problematic. At no point was there a single word said about hating Jamie or telling people to hate him.

Here’s a post where Malarkey says that Jamie and Jess have been together for “Several Years” [link]

They’ve only actually been confirmed together for about 2 years. Yet let’s exaggerate that number because it makes her feel better or something? [Source] June 2022 so that would mean June 2024 would only be 2 years right? I guess almost three. It’s not a long term relationship by any means and has lasted just about the same amount as any other GF he has but Jess is special so guess we should lie about that to keep the stans happy.

Malarkey confuses answering asks with making actual posts. If people didn’t send in asks they wouldn’t be posted. So she grately exaggerates how many posts are actually being made. [Link]

Another post accusing the “other blog” of “confirming” a breakup when they can’t find any post that backs this with proof. the Jess-Moloney blog has only ever theorized that a split is happening or may have happened or things are on the decline. Yet Malarkey somehow doesn’t understand these words or only reads what she wants to read and then misinterprets it on her blog. The original Jess blog was never “proven worng” because she also never confirmed anything she just pointed out a decline in the relationship. Malarkey seems to be *obsessed* with saying that this happened (for some reason) when it’s never happened. [Link]

Malarkey repeatedly claims: Social media isn’t real life and doesn’t matter but she’ll also use social media as an example of Jamie and Jess being in a healthy relationship when it suits her:

Malarkey Says it doesn’t matter here: [Link]

But suddenly here it does matter: [Link]

Which one is it Malarkey? Or do you only know the answer when it backs up whatever the fuck story you’re going with that minute?

So what have we learned today? Malarkey lies, manupulates, gaslights, bullies, harasses, and twists things entirely out of context all the time to suit her narrative. She 100% does not read this blog she complains about she just makes shit up when it suits her. She uses points she claims she’s against when they help her but is against them when someone else uses them to prove her wrong. She claims she’s not obsessed with Jamie and Jess’s relationship but she runs an entire blog about it then writes fan fiction about Jess and Jamie being in bed together every night complementing each other on their lives so they don’t need to post on social media but when they do it means their relationship is healthy.

Oh and then she lied about Jess “still engaging with the posts” because she actually stopped engaging two days before the video premiered. Yeah but she’s right about everything, never lies, and should be a trusted source of information shouldn’t she? More accurately she’s a pathological lying bully obsessed with Jess and pretending not to be. Odd how Jess has all these stans that can’t admit they stan her and instead hide behind some narrative that they have to bully other people to protect the real Jess stans from “harmful information” like she’s the authority. Well going by all these contradictory posts I’d say she’s as nutty as a sack of cats.

Let’s see what kind of response she has for this it’ll most surely be stupid.

#jess moloney #jmm #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #lice studios

[lapetiteceinturesworld]

Hi, Grace and Tommy fans out there! Out of the blue, I decided to post short scenes from my upcoming Tommy and Grace novel here on tumblr, just snippets that I hope you'll enjoy. I'm a slow writer, so the novel is moving along quite slowly but steadily. In the meantime, while it's being finished, I wanted to give you a piece of it now, so that you know how many people love this fantastic couple, and so that you feel you're not alone in your adoration. If you like these short posts, let me know and I'll publish more in the future. :)

"There's something else I'm curious about," Grace mentioned, after Tommy's head had come to rest on her shoulder again, and she was staring at the rays of light scattered across the floor, pondering. "What the meaning of that two words you used to describe me?"

"What do you mean?"

"It sounded like femeie nebună."

"Do you understand Romanian?" Tommy marveled.

"A little. Don't avoid the question!" she warned him after Tommy hadn't said a word for half a minute.

"Maybe we shouldn't have started this conversation," he murmured under his breath. Releasing Grace from his arms, he leaned against the bedpost, not bothered by the hard bedrails pressing into his spine. With raised eyebrows, Grace stared back, giving Tommy a meaningful glance. Her lover first sighed, then spread his hands wide as a final gesture of relinquishment, then lowered them resignedly. "Crazy woman."

"What?"

"It means: crazy woman."

If the accusation of being dramatic doesn't hold up, neither does the suggestion that she doesn't pull herself together quickly after the shock of an unexpected event. This included when her lover called her crazy women.

"Did you really call me that?" she was indignant, but Grace herself realised the contradictory impression her grinning lips gave. This did not stop her from continuing. "In the middle of our first quarrel?" she complained. "And why is that exactly?" Tommy shook his head, laughing. Grace's upper body half turned towards him and she rested her legs beside herself. "And what did I ever do to deserve such an honourable title as crazy?"

"Shall I sort? You pointed a gun at me. You threatened to blow my brains out if I ever thought of using you again to achieve my goals. For the record, that part was justified. I watched you shoot your shitty cousin... if I counted right, six toes, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and then warned him that if he insulted you again, you'd rip his tongue out. He attacked you, and you broke his wrist. I heard from Polly that you stole her pistol and needle from her purse as you walked past her and replaced it with a whisky bottle and a wooden stick. Then you pointed the needle at her throat and threatened to shoot her too. When I heard that, I couldn't believe my ears. That was surprising, even for you. Nobody ever dared treat Polly like that before. I'm quite impressed, Miss Burgess," he tilted his head. There were sparks of amusement in his eyes, with a hint of genuine astonishment and a touch of harmless sneer.

"I simply laid down the rules." Grace had no intention of making excuses. She didn't embellish the facts, because there was nothing new in them. Everything happened exactly as Tommy had just described it. Grace had been aware that the Shelby sisters' aunt had not taken her to heart, and from her past experience, and from the number of times Polly Gray had tried to get her out of her own way just to prove herself superior, and when she had failed, had always countered with some outrageous insult, Grace had drawn the reasonable conclusion that she did not like Polly either. Grace could not deny that she considered her certain qualities worthy of respect, but Polly was too much of a competitive spirit, not helped by her spectacular jealousy of the influence she felt Grace was exerting over Tommy. As if the only way a man and a woman can work together is for one to manipulate the other through trickery. "No one can falsely accuse me and then walk free and expect to get away with it."

#grace burgess #tommy shelby #grace x tommy #tommy and grace #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfiction #upcoming novel

[nonchalantatall]

hi!!! trick or treat!!

hiiiiii

for karin, a treat of airi/polyjump relationship analysis/headcanons (?) under the cut

airi -> minori

maybe it was love at first sight? If such a thing exists… maybe it was more like pity though

nevertheless airi saw something in minori that no one else was able to. At first she thought helping minori would alleviate some boredom, and maybe sharing what idol knowledge she did have was her way of reclaiming something she was secretly mourning the loss of, never being able to be the idol she wanted to be. If she could help minori reach that point, then her loss wouldn't have been for nothing

but instead, minori reignited her own determination to fight for what she wants, and now she's most comfortable with herself because of that moment they met, and airi will never be able to thank her enough for that

-> haruka

At some point, airi's deep and profound respect for Haruka, the household name and stellar idol, was shattered as she came to view her as another imperfect human, just like herself. In its place grew a respect for Haruka, her friend who she trusts deeply and loves being around.

She knows haruka cares about her enough to never let herself be pulled astray and always tells her the truth which isn't always easy, but it's always what airi needs to hear

Airi can rely on haruka for anything and she will make her feel heard, and that feeling is more comforting than anything else

-> shizuku

Airi's idol

even before they were idols, before they knew what troubles could possibly await them, shizuku was kind. Airi feared she would never be suitable or "enough" as a girl to be the idol she wanted to be, but she chose to trust herself because shizuku never once doubted her ability to be the idol she dreamed of being.

as they grew into their own in an unforgiving industry that had its way with each of them, shizuku still believed in her. she believed in her even after she decided the frustration wasn't worth it anymore. It's because of shizuku's faith that airi could be convinced she still had a fight left in her to try again

she came to admire the way shizuku took everything with grace, the way she fought to prove herself worthy of the praises sung to her, and wanted nothing more than for her to find her own freedom just as she had helped airi find hers

#helpp i went way to hard on these wtf i just wanted to be simple and silly but now imight cry #ahahaha anyways #Happy Halloween Karinnn!!!!!! #live laugh love polyjump #project sekai #trick or treating #nonchalantly #momoi airi #hinomori shizuku #hanasato minori #kiritani haruka #more more jump #polyjump