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the way house of leaves has been revived for a cult following is so funny. it's completely backwards! it was a music industry book. the singer poe, who made waves with her debut for having a few tracks produced by j dilla and then if i remember correctly doing a 500+ show tour, essentially tanked her career to promote the book (written by her brother)

not like on purpose but it was supposed to be a paired project and there was a remix with a book excerpt read by mark (the kyrie bmw sex scene) and like, i don't know, a tie-in website -- but then her label got sold or merged or acquired and the project was eventually cancelled after languishing in limbo for a few years. there's also an aspect of this where like, a texas oil executive posed as a friend of her late father (possibly true) in order to manipulate legal proceedings (?) to ultimately own her writing and recording copyrights post-acquisition (dubious allegation, which also relies on her having signed away both types of copyright to her label in the first place, arguably a larger problem spanning the whole industry, even today, still coming up in legal proceedings from kesha and taylor swift and so on)

anyway the album (haunted) and the book were both inspired by the same event (death of their father, tad danielewsky -- as an aside, a professor of theater at brigham young university). the album features samples from a box of cassette tape recordings of his voice. and also some fake samples from a couple of guys pretending to be tad danielewski with an obviously ridiculous accent and a couple of kids pretending to be her as a kid. and it takes place inside the house. the growl is there and everything i swear

it really was one of the top tier 90s concept albums (it was released in 2000 actually) but it is usually FAR too much to handle for casual listening and a lot of it comes across difficult for being so sincere and so unfocused (it is a love letter to her dead father where one of the songs is a list of places she's gotten fucked, because, uh, this is a conversation she wanted to have with him. shrug). and yet it's hard not to take it as it is because it's so consistently well produced

so i know nobody's computer comes with a cd player anymore but to read the book without listening to the paired album implicitly packed in the back of the book jacket is kind of like missing the whole point. there's a whole second act of rashomon you guys are missing. and a third act hello the etsy teleplays. ANYWAY the point i wanted to make is that there are a couple of things about the album sticking to the roof of my mouth as being somehow prescient. there's a distorted "why (are you) so serious" sample that would have come across VERY differently post-joker, but there's also "tell me something dangerous and true," a far more interesting variation on the theme currently circulating. and i'm speaking to an empty room here because it's only the celibate 60% of this website who is reading the book because it allows them a patina of literary validity and several nested unreliable narrators to distance themselves from the sex scenes, but haunted is very authentically, directly and exclusively written in first person and to be honest it fucks too hard for you guys. i'm sorry

#house of leaves

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— happy home day + eijirou kirishima.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — exactly one a year after adopting from the pound, kirishima plans a special surprise for you, his special little puppy hybrid, on their birthday.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, fluff, hybrids, lingerie, collars, creampies, dumbification, possessiveness, pet-names, body-worship, orgasm-denial, dom-sub, unprotected sex, praise!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, afab!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, pro hero + owner!kirishima.

⭑ words — 4.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! i wanted to post something so had you guys vote on what you wanted to see next. the winner ended up being kirishima <3! this was a birthday fic commissioned by my baby @eijirhoe ( who has given me permission to post ) and was beta read by the lovely @vagabondings!! i hope you enjoy !! kiss kiss - m.list ✩

“for fucks sake, kirishima, that is not a fuckin’ guard dog.” 

only katsuki bakugou could be this miserable in an adoption centre for adorable hybrids— kittens, bunnies, mice and puppies alike. the redhead gives the employee standing nearby an apologetic mix between a smile and a grimace, the poor thing shaking in their boots at the proximity of the dynamight.

“katsuki, don’t yell. you’ll scare the ‘lil thing,” he pouts, sticking his fingers through the wire bars on the cage— coaxing the little hybrid inside closer. “and i thought you said german shepherds made great guards!” kirishima wiggles his digits again, pursing his lips to make those kissy sounds that are usually used to call to cats and crouches down to the height of the enclosure. 

bakugou smacks him upside the head but takes a stance beside his rioting hero friend before signing dejectedly. “wrong sound idiot, you’re meant to whistle,” the two strong, and surely intimidating men spare a glance at the cowering hybrid as katsuki whistles in an attempt to gain some trust. “and they usually do, but this one looks like they might shit themselves if someone looks at them funny. not a guard dog.”  

“but bakugou—“ 

“i hate to interrupt, mister riot. mister dynamight.” the employee from earlier steps in, steeling her nerves as she gestures to the cage the puppy hybrid is in. “but if this one doesn’t get adopted soon, i’m afraid they’re going to be put down. we don’t have the space for slightly quieter and apprehensive hybrids like them, no one really wants them if they’re not overly friendly or energetic and…if they do it’s usually for the like…” 

“hybrid farms,” bakugou finishes for the kid, his voice thick with disgust. “just shut one of those down the other day. awful fuckin’ places.” 

kirishima pouts again, peering into your cage— noting the gloss in your big pretty eyes and how you shrink in on yourself, tail pinned to the ground without the happy swish to it that other puppy hybrids in the centre have. “so…” he can’t imagine what you’ve been through, what you’ve seen to have ended up here. “if they don’t get adopted today, they’ll be put down? isn’t there any other way? that hardly seems fair.”

“to us it’s a little more humane than ending up at a hybrid farm or those indecent love hotels exclusively for sex with hybrids…” the employee trails off again, nervously fidgeting with their fingers. in the distance, a bell chimes with the notification of more customers— a mother and her child, probably looking to adopt one of the younger, nosier hybrids for their family. “if you’ll excuse me…” 

“i’ll take ‘em!” red riot blurts without even thinking, the employee not having taken two steps away from him and his angry blonde friend who looks at him like he’s gone bat-shit crazy. “this is their only chance, right? i have to do something, they don’t deserve to go out like this.” the blonde closes his mouth, holding his protests thoughtfully. 

he’s right. kirishima is right, his kind soul always is. “ai’ght, fine. but don’t expect me to train that thing, they ain’t nowhere near close t’bein’ a guard dog.” bakugou grunts, folding his arms across his broad chest with a faux look of dismay— not admitting how impressed he is with eijirou. 

eijirou kirishima has a heart of gold, he’s always been like that— putting others before himself because he believes in them. he takes in strays, builds up their strength and their confidence, letting them know that he’ll always be the sturdy figure they can fall back on in times of need. katsuki was one of those strays, an unwanted dog just like you. he’d bared his fangs to the sweet redhead in fear of letting in someone that would hurt him, but as it turns out, becoming friends with someone as selfless as kirishima was just what katsuki needed.

the employee sighs, shoulders sagging with relief as they glance between the two pro heroes. “should i be getting the adoption papers then?”

with an enthusiastic nod, red riot peers back at you with affectionate eyes and a smile you can trust— one that only widens when you bump your head against his fingers over the bars of your pen and let the tips of them just brush your lush puppy dog ears. “yes please,” he says warmly, his gaze never leaving you. “don’t you worry about a thing little one, it’s you and me now, got it?” 

and for the first time in forever, your tail wags happily, and you don’t feel worried at all.

being adopted by eijirou kirishima most probably saved your life. 

he’d been eager to get you out of that shelter, with the promise of a better life written against his lips and lost under his tongue as he babbled about your new home and how excited he was to have a puppy hybrid of his own. a timid, sweet faced and jumpy german-shepherd hybrid nothing like their breed— with big eyes, a set of pointed and twitchy puppy dog ears and a tail that stays pinned to the ground with nervousness. there’s a lot for him to undo, a lot of trust to build up.

kirishima was patient when introducing you to his home that only big time pro hero money could buy— he let you sniff out the place, scenting areas that made you feel safe even having his comforting, large presence right beside you was enough to make your ears perk up and heightened senses go wild. he let you pick out the biggest spare room in the house and had even felt sad for you when you stated that you’d never had your own before. 

“with me, i’ll make sure you have everything you want ‘n more, kay pup? things will never go back to the way they were for you.” the red head swore to you, crossing his heart — that was the first time you’d ever felt love like that. 

the two of you quickly fall into an easy routine; kirishima would leave for work in the mornings after making sure he’d set out the perfect meal a growing pup, like you, would need— using all sorts of kibble that his explosive friend katsuki had recommended. occasionally he’d spoil you with pieces of turkey bacon that he knew you weren’t allowed to have, but what was the harm in spoiling someone who hadn’t experienced luxury before? plus he liked the way your German shepherd tail would wag and your pupils would dilate at the sight of the meaty meal. 

eijirou made sure you had all the toys possible to play with while he was away for work— you didn’t like sitters and nearly chewed out the last one katsuki had recommended for a nervous puppy such as yourself. you didn’t like her scent and how it had gotten all over your owner. you preferred to be alone, surrounded by the pinewood and musky husk the redhead would leave behind. and, by the time he came home from being red riot, you’d be sitting right by the door with big bambi eyes to welcome him home, the little bell on your store-bought collar jingling as you rush to meet kirishima at eight pm sharp each day.

though you’re pampered with treats and pretty things and ear scratches 24/7– kirishima does have you trained by that awful bakugou. you’re by no means a guard dog, despite what your hybrid breed might indicate— but you’re disciplined with house rules and how to sit and act properly. bakugou is mean and he snarls at you from time to time, but the praise and kisses you get from your darling and sweet red haired owner make the training completely worth it. 

nowadays, katsuki doesn’t even question when you scamper onto the couch or perch yourself on eijirou’s lap whenever they have their boys nights to watch the hero rankings live. “pampered fuckin’ pooch,” is all he grunts from over his can of beer. 

“hey,” eijirou will huff, his hands on the fat of your waist or twirling through your fluffy brown and black tail. “don’t be mean, katsuki. they don’t know any better.” 

even with all that house training— you still sneak into his bed when being on your own gets too much. his warmth calms you, and eijirou doesn’t seem to mind the brush of your thick and soft tail against his thighs in the morning. “pup, you’re not s’pposed to be on the bed,” he’d tried to scold you the first time it happened, he really did, but your ears lay flat against your skull and you gave him those eyes and kirishima was quick to dive in next to you— asking you what was wrong. “nightmares huh? of the pound? well, those can’t be very nice. maybe you should share a bed with me tonight. one night won’t hurt, will it?” 

except one night, becomes every single night.

repeatedly, each night, eijirou scoops you up into his flexing, toned arms and carries you to his room instead of your own— tucks you under his weighted duvets not yours, and swamps you with his body heat. he runs like a furnace during the later hours, not that you mind, it’s nice to be close to him. to feel adored like that.

yourself and kirishima are touchier than most hybrid-owner pairs, you’ve noticed. bakugou thinks it’s because you have a clingy-attachment style, the red head because you’ve been deprived of the affection that most pups deserve. he goes beyond headpats and chin scratches, and the ones that itch right behind your floppy fluffy ears. kirishima keeps a hand on the slope of your waist when he takes you for walks on sunny days, he holds your hand instead of your leash most of the time and his lips linger against your forehead a little longer than normal for a hybrid that’s just a housepet. 

you think it’s normal at least, you’ve never been cared for like this and having eijirou’s attention some, if not all, of the time feels like a dream come true. you know that he loves you when actions of endearment become more passionate— when innocent cheek kisses become sloppier lip-locks and when hugs turn into desperate attempts to grab at your flesh, also when your heat cycles become less about finding a mate and more about begging kirishima to ravage  you against the nearest surface, soothing the instinctual ache in your bones and lower tummy. 

he loved you, and you loved him— and you knew that you owed it all to kirishima for the better life he gave you. taking a chance on a shy little puppy hybrid at risk of being put down.

taking a chance on you.

“angel, ‘m home!”

the rustling of brown paper bags, heavy foot-steps and keys jingling in the front door make your puppy dog ears twitch and you perk up from your place deeper in the house at the sound of kirishima coming home from a long day’s work. you scramble up to meet him half-way into the kitchen, tail swishing a mile a minute behind you, nose wriggling in anticipation. “e-eji!” you breathe, fingers itching to reach out and touch him. “you’re back!”

you’re so cute, so loyal that it warms the pro hero right down to his core. kirishima nods once, giving you the go ahead to latch onto him since you’d waited so patiently and lets out a small chuckle as you tuck yourself into his side. “i always come back, don’t i?” setting the bags on the marble island, he frees up a hand to brush over your head softly, using a knuckle to rub behind your ear. “have you been good, baby?” moving to cup your cheeks next, he presses a gentle smooch to the tip of your nose. “‘course you have, you’re always good f’me…but, i gotta know— did ya miss me?”

“i always miss you,” you say a little too quickly, nuzzling into the palm of red riot’s large hand, tail wagging even faster. “can i…can i have a kiss, eiji? please.”

for a moment, a primal look flashes through the hero’s eyes before being replaced with something softer, something that mirrors the smile he gives you. “only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby,” he says playfully, sliding his hands from your face down to your waist and tugging you nice and close, your hips flush against one another. “c’mere puppy, gimme some sugar, hm?” your body can’t help but bristle, keening into kirishima’s touch as he subtly lowers his voice and guides you into following his command.

you stand on your tiptoes without even realising it, tilting your head upwards as kirishima coaxes your mouth open with his mellow moving tongue—sighing sweetly against your lips until he’s captured them properly in a slow kiss, not giving you too much but pouring enough words into it to let you know how much he cares for you. he pulls away so things don’t too heated, but still keeps his hands on you before you can whine in protest. 

“what’s that?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side when you notice the bags behind him.

“oh those? well,” kirishima swoops down to your height, nipping your nose with pointed teeth— only serving to make it scrunch up adorably. “i heard it was a certain pup’s birthday today…and it also happens to be the one year anniversary of their adoption. so i got ‘em a lil’ somethin’ to celebrate.”

he lives for the way you smile, almost dies at how your eyes sparkle. “c-can i open it eji?”

“not all of it, pumpkin,” eijirou briefly lets you go and you really do whimper this time, knowing better than to claw at him to stay when you know he’ll be right back. the burly redhead turns to grab a perfectly wrapped package from within the brown paper bag and passes it to you with an eager grin. “go put this on f’me, will you baby? then meet me in the living room once you’re done, for the rest of your present, kay?”

“okay! i’ll be quick!” you practically squeal, vibrating in your place.

“good pup, i’ll be waitin’,” he turns you around with a grip that's barely there, handling you as if you’ll break with too much force and patting you on the bum softly as you go. 

by the time you return to the living room, it’s been completely transformed. 

the lighting is dimmed, a ruby glow filtering through and the soft hum of your favourite song reverberates against the walls and high ceilings. kirishima seems to be fixing a box on the coffee table by the couch before he notices you, a slick and sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips as you approach him. “there’s my pretty puppy,” he rasps lowly, sending a shiver from the tips of your ears right down to your toes. “god, i think i made the right choice pickin’ that cute lil’ number out for ya, looks so good on you, hun.”

heat pulses under your skin like buzzing kinetic energy, making you tuck the swell of your cheek into your shoulder bashfully, fluffy ears flattening against your skull. “you think so?” said number is a darling little babydoll dress, made of black silk and red lace lace accents that tickle the backs of your thighs with hearts embroidered at the chest.

“it looks perfect on you baby, you’re breathtakin’,” kirishima tells you earnestly, holding his hand out for you to hold— which you take shyly. “c’mere, twirl f’me? wanna see all of you. show off for me, cutie.” every single one of his compliments has your tail swaying from side to side and blood rushing to your brain, making you dizzier than the cute little spins you do for him while the pro hero sinks into the couch to watch you.

he leans back, thighs spreading wide— and you have to fight the urge to drop your gaze between them. “that’s it pretty thing, my puppy’s such a fuckin’ stunner.” kirishima swallows thickly, ruby glossed eyes darkening with desire. “come t’daddy pup, wanna give you your other gift.” 

you quickly shift to stand between his spread legs, quivering like you’re cold has large and rough hands swallow your waist and bunch your night dress up at your hips. he presses sloppy kisses to the softness of your tummy over the material. 

“sit.” he commands simply, tugging on your hips to pull you down with him

“yes daddy,” your breathing is ragged as you sink into kirishima’s lap, thighs apart so that you can straddle him properly.  you wonder if he can hear your heart racing from its place in your chest— your heightened hybrid senses can already pick up on his, kirishima’s pulse sky-rocketing now that you’re on top of him. “c-can i have my gift now?”

his calloused hand pushes the black silk up and over the curve of your ass, red riot digging into the fat of it to rock you back and forth over is hardening girth. “r’member your manners, puppy. yer s’pposed to ask daddy nicely.” nonetheless, he relents and snatches up the box on the coffee table— handing it to you to unravel. “open it up, baby.”

excitedly, you tear through the daintily wrapped package, revealing a red patent leather collar—decorated with red and black bows, and a heart shaped tag with the letters ‘EK’ inscribed into it. collaring was a big deal in the hybrid community, it meant a permanent mark, belonging to someone, being in love.

“let me put it on you,” eijirou simpers, readily slipping the leather around your neck and sliding two fingers underneath it to tug your lips up to his. “i love you, pup.” he confesses, licking into your mouth hungrily and grinding up into your dripping heat.

it’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten and so fast, dumbly following him to the forest fire of lust, sucking on his tongue like a parched puppy lapping at the first drink it can get. hybrids slick up faster when aroused and kirishima turns you on like no other— somehow finding your panty covered clit between your salacious bump and grind. 

slumping against his beefy chest, your nails dig deep into his shoulders and whistle tone dog squeaks bubble up on the swell of your lips each time eijirou swipes the pad of his thumb over your swelling pleasures nub, encouraging your juices to gush over his hard on—glueing you both together by strings your arousal.

“i love you too…p-please e-eiji!” the air in the room feels heavier, tainted with the lust that clouds your logical thought. in fact, you can’t even think right with the way your owner toys with you.  he drools against your puppy tongue, curses into your heated mouth all while you’re riding his fingers like your life depends on it, kirishima pinching at your sticky clit just to hear more of your needy whines. “p-please daddy,”

the hand that once sat lightly against your neck now trails over each dip and curve of your body, barely brushing over your nipples or digging into the meat of your ass and thighs. “you look so fuckin’ good in the things i buy you, hun, drive me fuckin’ insane,” kirishima fights back a moan, cock twitching against your ass, desperate to be inside of you. “so beautiful in that lil’ dress, with my name around your neck. fuck… ‘m so lucky. my pup, daddy’s sexy fuckin’ puppy.” he rambles and praises you all at once, giving you whiplash, making you clench and ooze sweetly around nothing.

you’re sure that the redhead is almost as brainless and as fucked out as you are just from dry humping his darling little pup… but through his own grunts and groans, hips wildly bucking up to meet yours— kirishima still manages to dominate you, make you feel like you don’t even have to think around him. “you want me, pup, is that it? want me to fuck you?” he hums huskily against the shell of your ear, pinging your collar against your neck when you nod your head yes wordlessly. “gotta—fuck— gotta use your words f’daddy, c’mon now, you know that.”

“y-yes daddy, want you. badly.” you slur, and suddenly, your world tilts on its axis. your back hits the sofa with a bounce and you're pinned against it by the weight of your owner above you, your knees being pushed into your shoulders.

“a-always such a good…obedient lil thing f’me,” eijirou groans at the sight of you beneath him. “so perfect, ‘m so lucky t’have such a beautiful puppy all to myself, shit!” your silk baby doll gathers at your hips, soaked panties tucked to the side and your glistening, pulsing mound on display like an attraction made just for him. he wastes no time in yanking down his sweats and boxers in one go— revealing his bright red and angry dick, covered in a thick layer of gooey white precum. all for you. kirishima slaps the length of himself against your slit once, twice before his forehead falls against yours. 

“p-put it in eiji, c-can’t wait daddy…”

even though your cute little sex makes him a wreck, eijirou still manages to hold control over you— teasing you as he forces his fat tip past your tiny, creamy entrance. “so impatient, cutie, i should make you say please… but fuck, i need you so bad right now. might not last long…”

the pair of you let out strained moans as kirishima pushes in and he reaches the hilt—your sweaty bodies flush against one another, both of you covered in layers of each other’s arousal. your pussy flutters at being filled up so fast, clinging onto the pretty blue veins that spiral around his chubby, swollen cock— a low whine rumbles in your chest as the redhead sets a rough stream to his thrusts, milky cockhead brushing against each pulse point on your sensitive walls. 

it’s almost like you’re being knotted, squelching as kirishima tries to pull out of your snug sex that grips him selfishly. all the while, he pounds you to hell and back. you're so full, you’re a slobbering mess already teetering on the edge of insanity. red riot leans over you, washboard abs pressed against the backs of your thighs to force you down into the creaky couch— each time he withdraws from your messy and wet walls, your ears fall back and your tail thumps hard against the cushions, coated in your viscous nectar.

“fuck, this puppycunt sounds so dirty, gorgeous…feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers to you, words damp on your cupid’s bow. “my perfect puppy, a dumb lil’doggy on my cock…s’such a fuckin’ dream.” your brain empties, becomes a void that’s filled with only eijirou kirishima and the way he fucks you deep, hits every spot, touches your body like a man worshipping a higher power. “‘m so lucky baby, really am.”

your collar jingles, the pendant with his name on it bouncing every time kirishima’s cock bullies its way into your gooey insides until they give into him. you’re the lucky one, you think— lucky to be loved like this, to have been rescued from the pound and pinned down on a dick that aches to be inside you, wrapping around his pulsing length to the point where you’re practically milking him already.

“d-daddy!” you hiccup, big fat tears clumping in your lashes, your face a beautiful mess to the man above you. “i can’t…”

the pro hero reaches down between your bodies, close to cumming just from listening to you howl over the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and tugs at your soft slick tail—stroking it until your pussy quivers and gushes around him, painting your babydoll dress and his half rolled down sweats with a fresh wave of your essence. every time he pets the fluffy appendage, you get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter and your moans loud enough to wake the neighbours. 

heavy hips rock into you, even heavier balls clap creamily against your fleshy ass and kirishima lets his head drop to your neck—biting and sucking possessively at exposed skin just above where your collar lies. “yes you fuckin’ can, your daddy’s good pup right?” he slurs hungrily, writing his claim against your throat. “when you get close, hold it f’daddy, be obedient ‘n you’ll get your reward.”

you feel like everything’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with anticipation— the knot in your stomach seconds away from unwinding. “b-but daddy—!”

“hold it.” eijirou warns sternly, though his breath stutters— every instinct that he has threatening to breed you up full with a load of his hot cum. “h-hold it, hon,” you sob at the pain and pleasure of holding off, thighs twitching, tail hitting the couch hard and puppy ears flopping over your face. you’re so adorable like this, jolting up the piece of furniture as the redhead languidly canters into you. he finally breaks when you let out a weak cry of his name, his first spurts of cum pouring into you. “f-fuck, let go for me puppy, make a mess on daddy’s cock—shit, thats it. so good, all over me, wanna see you cummin’ with me…”

white hot ropes of seed paint your insides just as your eyes roll back into your skull. he feels so warm, coating your insides with a layer of his cum as if to claim you from the inside out. there’s so much of it that oozes out of your entrance thickly, like a running tap of honey  that ruins your pussy lips with opaque white—triggering your own orgasm. kirishima holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear as your release crashes over you, rocking your world while your juices splatter out against his pelvis and all over your cute little gown in clear streams.

“happy birthday, beautiful,” the redhead mumbles to you sweetly, kissing his initials on your pendant and right up to your lips. “i love you.”

“t-thank you eiji,” you whisper back— a sleepy, full and content puppy. “i love you too.”

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BEST YGO GIRL: SEMI FINALS

Match 2

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Isis Ishtar

gorgeous, very caring sister, strong duelist, and the only woman to ever make Seto Kaiba squirm

anyways. not only as mentioned above is she the first woman to make kaiba squirm, but she was by all means going to beat him if not for the millennium rod's millennium interference. yami marik admits that she's a strong duelist with a strategy that's been working for literal years-- and given that she's not like, a professional duelist, thats pretty impressive

she also recently got some really cool meta bumps and let me point out that an "ishizu deck" now includes obelisk the tormentor-- which we knew she had prior to giving it to kaiba, but i think it only solidifies my opinion that she very much could wield an Egyptian God Card, an exclusive little club for top tier duelists

as a character she presents herself with an amazing amount of poise and grace, shes compassionate and kind and stays with mai and serenity even though she only just met them. shes struggling through living the past 5 years of her life drowning in guilt for her family's tragedy just because she wanted to make her little brother happy and shadi is a fucking liar. shes foretold her own death and marches towards it grimly but with so much love in her heart. and even then shes 20 years old and holds an important position in the egyptian government that typically requires a doctorate degree AND has been dealing with mariks off-and-on bullshit entirely by her lonesome. she also likes to flex her fortunetelling a little which is awesome i think she should do that more that scene where she tells the guy exactly how the stele is being transported was so everything

speaking of shes got such an attitude. "is it your destiny to waste my time?" iconic. never seen before will never be seen again. watch the duel between her va and joeys its so fucking funny

shes excult. shes doesnt flinch in the face of god nor death. seto kaiba and yami marik respect her. shes so sad and so sweet and battle city couldnt have happened without her.

also her parallels with kaiba are what motivate kaiba to give yugi the card he needed to beat marik.

kaiba, in duelist kingdom, was ready to jump off a ledge if yugi didnt let him through to face pegasus while trying to save mokuba out of sheer desperation to save his little brother. he KNOWS what that dedication feels like and the iron kind of will you need to have to make that kind of gamble. isis is being so fucking legit with what shes saying and he respects that and her judgement enough to change his mind and not only watch the duel, but give yugi a card that eventually helps him win, even if he has no real confidence in the odds. but theres a CHANCE, which is the same thing he taught her when he beat her in a duel. the layers its her faith that moves him to act. which is so crazy

anyway vote isis shes my best friend forever and a real rep for all the 20 year olds who honest to god did not sign up for this bullshit

Aki Izayoi

An abuse victim who isn't the perfect passive figure but gets to work through her complicated feelings about power, agency, and family. Even with Yusei's help, she is the star of the show when she learns to control her powers and reconciles with her father, it is so fun that a ygo heroine gets to take such an antagonistic role bu not be shamed for her anger

please vote for my main girl, aki izayoi. aki was led to believe she was a monster from a young age by her father, who treated her powers like it made her unworthy of love. as a result, divine was able to swoop in and take advantage of aki's low self esteem. for years, aki believed herself unworthy of love and was molded into a living weapon at the hands of authority figures in her life. she was taken advantage of, and thus when she finally comes face to face with yusei, she refuses to believe he could provide her with unconditional friendship. who would want to be around a monster, after all?

aki also nearly beats yusei TWICE in a duel, bringing it down to a single turn difference. she comes toe to toe with him, and it truly is the result of who dueled better. she remains a fierce duelist, btw. the second season, aki gets her duel runner license, and immediately nearly beats the ass of a tournament winning turbo duelist - to the point where once again, a single card is the deciding factor. that's right: she nearly won. if not for a single trap card, aki izayoi would've won.

a fierce duelist who was shaped into a loving, caring woman despite years of being beaten down by the world: aki izayoi. vote for her now on your phones.

#best ygo girl poll #semifinals #yugioh duel monsters #isis ishtar #ishizu ishtar #yugioh 5ds #aki izayoi #akiza izinski

[shotmrmiller]

fwb! ghost brainrot ive officially decided its gotta turn into ghoap x reader or im gonna eat my flextape. hopefully i can connect this one to the first one. team fix your plotholes or else, perra.

Fwb! Simon who just turned exclusive doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you. Can’t say it doesn’t sting but as he said, you asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend. You understand because you aren’t sure Johnny would take too kindly to his best friend being disrespected in bed by someone he knows is a bonafide manwhore. 

So when Johnny pulls a pretty woman at the bar y'all are in, he also brings her friend for Simon, and that makes you prickle with jealousy. With a huff, you turn to face the crowd— away from the bitch putting her manicured hands on Simon. You’d like to believe that he is reciprocating her attention because if he doesn’t, Johnny would find it suspicious. But the way he wraps his arm around her waist, flirting back so effortlessly, reminds you of his ways. Of how he is.

Simon isn’t stupid. He wasn’t a part of the elite force Johnny’s in only because of his brawn. He was also brain. And that infuriates you. Talking to Simon is like dealing with a fucking genie.  Better be specific to the minute detail or anything that’s left to assumption is free game. 

Grabbing Johnny’s forearm to get his attention, he doesn’t look at you— too busy sweet-talking his next conquest, so you dig your nails into his skin. You see him wince and pull away roughly to sneer at the offender, but then his features smooth out instantly, once he realizes it’s you. Ice-blue eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol in his system, yet it feels like all he can see is you. His reaction makes your heart skip a beat, how quickly he ignores everything around him— puts everything on the backburner if you need something from him. You can't help the pleased smile that curls your lips at the realization.

“Hey, Johnny boy. I’ma go pay the tab,” and then you flick your eyes to the woman, “ do not leave without me.” 

“Dinnae worry, hen, as if I’d ever leave ye anywhere.” Your smile turns gloriously smug when you see the woman look at you in undisguised contempt. Blessed be Johnny, always in your corner. With another squeeze to his forearm, you chuckle when you hear a “Claws in, kitten!” and move to get up when you notice Simon no longer flirting with miss thing, but intently looking at Johnny’s forearm, which still has the half-moon marks of your nails on it. His gaze then snaps to yours, with an almost knowing glint behind them.

You roll your eyes and briskly walk to the bartender, flagging him down. When the bartender gives you the receipt to sign, a voice asks if he can buy you a drink. Sighing, you turn around to tell whoever that you aren’t interested.

“Incredibly generous, but—” and freeze. “Long time no see, eh?” 

It’s your ex. You ended things amicably enough— surprising, for him having been your first boyfriend, first everything, really.  Y’all just outgrew each other emotionally. Hugging him, you exclaim, “Jesus Christ, how’ve you been! It’s been far too long. What’re you doin’ here?” 

He responds, “I was just in town and figured I could get a drink, maybe some company,” you don’t miss the implication of that, but choose to ignore it. 

“How’s that goin’ for ya?”, and then he reaches out to grab your wrist and runs his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ve got you now, don’t I? You look fantastic.” You’re about to let him down lightly when your hand is snatched out of his, and you’re forcibly pulled against someone, strong arm over your shoulders. 

“Whatever ye wan’ with her, the answer is naw. ” Johnny. You smother the slight pang of disappointment in your chest, how silly of you to think it could’ve been Simon. 

“Forever the guard dog, eh, John?” and Johnny’s arm tightens almost painfully and snarls.

“Still around, are ye? Just like a roach, boy.” Johnny and your ex never got along— always a pissing contest.  You have an inkling that it’s because of how close you two were and still are.

Your ex scoffs loudly at him, then looks at you. “It’s your choice, unless you’ve got a boyfriend?” and you shake your head. Johnny pulls you to stand in front of him, both arms holding you close.

“She doesnae. No one’s good enough fer her. Including ye.” 

Sucking your teeth, you sink your nails into Johnny’s forearm, again. “I think that’s for me to decide, no?” and pull at his arms to release you. “You’ve got some nerve, Johnny, bringing me here just to watch you and Ghost—” when you’re roughly pulled to the side,  held down by a much larger body. Simon. Your heart hammers in your chest. How long has he been standing here?

He lowers his mouth to your ear and sternly says, “Behave, pet. The sergeant said no. End of story.” 

When he uses that voice, all you can do is obey. 

“And who’re you?” You can feel Simon stand to his full height, broad shoulders straightening, posturing. Even slouched, he towered over your ex but standing like this, exuding strength and authority, it’s almost comical how large of a difference there is between them two— especially with you in his arms.

“I’m guard dog number two,” and your ex pales slightly. “I’d fuck off,” and Simon points towards the exit with his head, “Now.” He stiffens for a second, eyes bouncing between Johnny and Simon, and bolted—like prey after detecting predators. Not even a goodbye. You don't know if to applaud his sense of self-preservation or curse his cowardice. 

Johnny grabs your hand and leads you out the door, slinging his arm over you as y’all walk towards his home.

“Yer not mad, are ye?” and you keep quiet, he has always hated the silent treatment. “Bonnie—” and Simon cuts him off. 

“Who was that?” and Johnny looks back to answer. “Her ex-boyfriend. Very first one, wasn’t he, hen?” You dig your elbow into his ribcage and hiss out, “Johnny, you dolt! There is no need for you to be sharing that!” 

He laughs and brings your head in to kiss your temple. “I’m jus’ sayin’! Hen, no one out here is worth yer time. Ye cannae be mad at me for speakin’ the truth.” Exhaling, you curl your arm around his waist, going under his shirt to squeeze his waist. 

“Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to fill the void with you,” and Johnny swiftly continues your sentence. “And Ghost.” 

Absentmindedly, you nod. “And Ghost.” 

-

Had you been paying attention, you would’ve seen the way he and Ghost shared a calculated look before Johnny pressed another kiss a little closer to your mouth.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you

[femmefatalevibe]

How To Give (and Receive) Respect In Romantic Relationships

Boundaries, empathy, and mutual respect are essential in any healthy relationship. These fundamentals you're in a long-term committed relationship, cohabitating with a partner, engaged, married, or some form of steady casual or nonmonogamous relationship. Here are some tips and general advice on how to provide respect to your partner without sacrificing your own needs.

Communicate Your Boundaries & Expectations: Let your partner know your non-negotiables, trigger, and expectations in every aspect of life (e.g. communication throughout the day/at work, date night frequency/activities, any triggering/unsafe people or parts of your past/family you don't want to discuss, etc.). Encourage your partner to share their boundaries/expectations, too. Sharing these vital details allows you to communicate your needs, avoid unnecessary arguments, and lead to generally more fulfilling interactions that don't breed resentment over time.

Maintain Your Sense of Self: Respecting yourself is essential to fully respect others. A healthy relationship is 100% +100% = 300%, not 50/50. Codependency is a significant sign of disrespect because it makes someone (unhealthfully) responsible for your happiness and fulfillment. While you want to share many activities (even a home and many other possessions/experiences) together, having interests, hobbies, friends, your own career, etc. that are just for you allows you to draw fulfillment from within and add value to your romantic connection/ enrich your partner's understanding of different activities/tastes/cultures/ways of life. Sacrificing your personhood to please another person will eventually breed resentment and cause you to cross their boundaries – clear signs of disrespect.

Be Upfront About Your Priorities, Values, & Goals: Combining the former two points, the most respectful thing you can do for your partner is to be as upfront as possible about what you're looking for in a partner and where you see the relationship going (in stages, of course, depending on how serious the relationship is). Always be upfront about the values that matter the most to you (i.e. any political/religious dealbreakers, lifestyle habits, career/life balance, cohabitating, socializing expectations, children, etc.). Being honest about your needs in these areas is essential, so they know what you're looking for and don't find out through passive-aggressive "hints" throughout the relationship that can cause tension, unfair punishment/manipulative behavior, or waste someone's time.

Take An Interest In Your Partner's Career: Display the same level of interest and thoughtfulness you expect them to have with you when you share details about your work and career. It's not cute to be clueless about what your partner spends most of their waking hours doing and where their passions lie. Ask them questions about the field they're working in, if they're excited about any projects they're working on, future goals, cool networking opportunities, etc.

Encourage Your Partner To Have Their Own Interests, Hobbies, and Friend Group: A strong, healthy bond can only remain intact when two whole, well-rounded people come together in a relationship. Encourage your partner to have their own identity outside, not to the exclusion of, your relationship. Have hobbies, their own group of friends/hangouts, and activities they do together. No one's full range of needs can (or should) depend on one person. This level of emotional labor is too taxing for someone else to take on and drains the other person until they become a shell of themselves. These over-the-top expectations erode someone's energy to focus on their personal goals and needs – definitely a sign of disrespect.

Establish A Financial Arrangement & Stick To It: Every relationship is different. There's no such thing as a magic formula for an "equal" or "fair" financial arrangement. However, it is important to mutually establish your financial expectations for the relationship fairly quickly. Otherwise, you could be seen as taking advantage of someone else without your knowledge, thereby, crossing their boundaries, or you can become (subconsciously or consciously) resentful when a partner comes across as "stingy" because you never communicated your expectations (especially if your love language is gift-giving or acts of service).

Plan Thoughtful Dates & Gestures: Making your partner feel special and desired is essential in a relationship. The level of extravagance, planning, or romance depends on your individual preferences and type of relationship/level of commitment to the other person. However, it is essential to plan something special for your partner (that's thoughtful, incredibly sexy, or both) on occasion to show that you view them as more than a friend. It signals a sign of respect for the value this person adds to your life and your gratitude for their sharing this type of bond with you.

Be Empathetically Strategic With Their Friends & Family: Always kill them with kindness without being a doormat. Stick up for yourself if disrespected. But, especially with family, it is important to be cordial with your partner's outside relationship and try your best to not put them in a position to pick sides. You wouldn't want to cause unnecessary tension and stress for attention or entitled treatment from someone you respect.

Hope this helps xx

#femme fatale #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #relationship advice #sex and relationships #life advice #girl advice #couple #boundaries #self improvement #it girl #queen energy #dream girl #female power #female excellence #high value woman #high value mindset #loa #self respect #inner work #femmefatalevibe

[mac-lilly]

Mega Con London BTS Recap

Since this is a more personal recap of MegaCon London (and a bit of a comparison with Back to the Musical World con by Dream It), I didn't include it in the JATP info dump from yesterday.

BTTMW backstory

Let's do some backstory first. As you may know, the official JATP cancellation was announced at the first Back to the Musical World con back in 2021. I wasn't there for multiple reasons including Covid but also I just got into the fandom and it felt weird. I'm socially awkward - I cannot look into people's eyes, I stutter - especially when talking English - or ramble and I struggle to just touch strangers which is not helpful for photo ops.

So what I was supposed to do there? These people are actors - strangers I have nothing to do with. They aren't the characters I've fallen in love with. Yeah, not my thing, I thought.

However, when the BTTMW2 got announced, I was like 'You know, let's go to just show the cast how much you loved the show'. It was supposed to give me some closure. So I went.

And while the con was a fucked-up disaster in terms of organization and schedule - on Sunday, Charlie signed autographs until 10 pm, and Owen would have done the same if his mom hadn't cut off his line. (On that note: Never mess with a German mom protecting her kid. You'll lose.) But meeting the cast was an entirely different experience. I'd never interacted with them before, so I was anxious as fuck. However, they were so nice and considerate - and seeing them goof around was just adorable.

(And this pic is still one of my fav pics ever.)

And not just the cast. I met so many amazing people there who are now my friends. Big shoutout to them!

So, despite my hatred for Dream It, I went to BTTMW4 (and thankfully it was less chaotic than BTTMW2). But I was also determined to go to MegaCon bc I knew Jeremy wouldn't come back to Paris. (Unlike the other JATP cast members, he's done plenty of other cons before and knows that you shouldn't be so drained that require alcohol to make it through the day.)

BTTMW vs MegaCon London

So, just in general: MegaCon was clearly the better experience.

Firstly, it was cheaper than DI. Much cheaper.

(Note 1: The * prices are from 2022 since Jeremy wasn't at BTTMW4. In 2023, the photo with Madi, Owen & Charlie was already €180. All four would have been over €200 for sure.

Note 2: The prices for MegaCon were originally in £. The price in € is what I paid according to my credit card.

Note 3: Even though not 100% accurate: € = $)

Obviously, Charlie canceled later. But I automatically got a refund. So bonus for MegaCon.

Unlike with Dream It, you were allowed to film and take pictures everywhere, which was cool. And since the panels were exclusively in English, you actually got way more content. The panels were also much longer, and it seemed like the cast was more at ease. For example, Owen started to play body drums on stage, and he initiated the boomshakalaka without being drunk. This is such an incredibly sad thing to say, but I've never seen him that relaxed during a panel.

Also, shoutout to the many fans that were at the Saturday panel. According to the hist, it was the largest crowd they had on Saturday. (If MegaCon had been smarter and had announced the Sunday panel before the people got their passes, it would have had a huge audience, too.)

The autographs ran smoothly, and there was always a queue, which was good bc Own confirmed that it was Jeremy who convinced MegaCon to invite him and Charlie. (Madi got invited later - I assume after people haunted them on IG about her.) MegaCon was wary about it bc they had no idea if the cast was worth the money. I hope the audience on Saturday, the lines for the autographs, and the massive delays at the photo studio caused by the JATP fans (and technical issues) convinced them.

Side note: After Charlie canceled, I got an email from MegaCon. And obviously, I know they just used some phrases to placate us. But I still hope they meant it when they wrote,

MegaCon, you won't read this. But if you get them again, I'll be there!

(And again shoutout to the amazing people I met in London. To my fellow German tumblr friends: I loved meeting you guys and hanging out with you!)

So the only thing that wasn't great were the photo ops. Yeah, most of the Saturday photos are terrible bc of the fucked-up lighting, and due to technical issues, there were so many delays. (Though to be fair, BTTMW also had issues with photo ops.)

So overall, I genuinely enjoyed MegaCon, and I'm very excited to head off to Dublin on Saturday to give Jeremy the birthday card. To all the people who signed it: THANK YOU!

Some other random things that don't fit anywhere

Not Owen assuming that Deutsche Bahn must always be on time bc Germans are always on time. Bro, I know it's been a while since you visited Germany ... but please, that was mean.

When I gave him ghostie!Willie, Owen told me how much his family loves the little ghosties 🥹🥹🥹 (which explains why his dad was in my IG stories after he posted the pic of the ghosties.)

It's random, but this con was so much more balanced in terms of fans. I remember fans being kinda uninterested in Jeremy at the BTTMW - some fans even got angry at him bc he refused certain poses. At MegaCon, the interest was equally split between those three, and it made me happy.

Here's the lovely ghost merch I bought at MegaCon. Obviously, the pride ghost and the skateboard ghost are Willex, the couple is Juke, and the ghosts with the kitty and the one with the pumpkin are both Reggie! (I talked to the guys running the stalls, and they were so baffled about all the JATP fans - a few Fantoms came over from the US and Canada just for this con.)

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp cast #personal

[year2000electronics]

SHIMMER'S STORY: A LITTLE BREAKDOWN

in every iteration: shimmer is a pop idol who's something of a 'rival' to brozone, being after that poppy teen demographic. despite this, they get along, with shimmer and bz often hanging out backstage. jd and shimmer even start dating! but seeing that brozone has SO much more success than her, shimmer pushes herself to be just as good and popular as them, and in her desperation, ends up overworking herself so hard that her vocal chords are permanently damaged. she retires before brozone splits and disappears. her and jd are not dating anymore (obvi). also one way or another she invents a choker that can help her sing without breaking her voice more/helps her stay in tune, it makes her music sound more autotuned (which does not inherently make her worse than any other troll mind you!!)

in the vanilla band together universe: 20 years later, shimmer and brozone cross paths again on the way to beating velvet and veneer, where she agrees to tag along bc hey! her and brozone were friends, once! its revealed that her choker helps her sing again, but it relies heavily on autotune. she invented the device herself but has gotten spiteful and jealous of the other trolls who can sing "properly". after beating v&v, the idea is planted in shimmer's head that voices can be Stolen. she is able to restore her singing voice to what it once was, but it requires the power of LITERALLY EVERYONE IN POP VILLAGE. but she doesnt care, so she upgrades her choker to steal the singing voices of the pop trolls (literally steal, not drain- ursula style). that is, until her new friends can show her that its ok and her voice isnt 'broken'- she just needs a little help and thats fine. shes still beautiful. also maybe her and jd are seeing each other again. (villain-turned-hero)

in the royal flush universe: after figuring out her autotune choker, shimmer takes up work as a singer in luxgoode to make ends meet. she's a bit of a "has-been" so she doesnt get hired too often, so when vanity and viper want her to sign away her "exclusive rights" to the rage dome, she does, thinking they mean she'll perform daily at the venue- they do, they just also mean they OWN her now. her and jd see each other again on and off, but at the time of the story its Mostly Off. velvet and veneer are her bosses now too as she's one of the rage dome's prisoners/performers (morally grey wildcard, helps the gang out though)

in the brotherhood universe: returns to the village after 20 years, is GOBSMACKED to find jd is like a prophet figure now? what?? decides to settle in the village anyways, wants to find inner peace before trying the whole singing thing again. she still keeps her choker on though bc singing can be a Hobby not just a Job. also still jd's ex but maybe they can kiss?? (THATS NOT CANON I DONT OWN BROTHERHOOD SHES NOT IN THERE IN CANON I JUST HAVE A DREAM) (good guy)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #READ ABOUT MY SHIMMER BOY

[pinkroseblooms]

It's Better Than Regretting

Kikaku Hanbee/f!Reader, post break up, mentions of sex and some light dirty talk (once again, minors dni) probably a little OOC but I tried. This fandom needs more content and this crazed witch like man has a place in my heart. The title is lyrics from "Crashed the Wedding" by Busted which was what inspired me to write this. Summary: Post breakup, Kikaku finds out you've agreed to a marriage of convenience. word count: 4.1k

Kikaku feels the wedding invite burning a hole in his pocket; he takes a long drink of beer, wondering for the tenth time if this is a mistake. The two of you broke up; he and you wanted different things out of life. So what if his parents were friendly with your old man? No one expected the two of you to end up together. In fact, Kikaku had been made all too aware of your father’s disapproval of him. When you got your first piercing, when you got drunk for the first time and missed an exam, when you started staying out all hours of the night frequenting different music venues, the blame was placed squarely on Kikaku’s shoulders for being a bad influence on his perfect princess.

It was always like that; your father would say he was only looking out for you, but Kikaku called it how it actually was; all he was doing was forcing his own expectations onto his only daughter. You had come to him many times, complaining about the feeling of suffocation, wondering how you were supposed to call the man “family” when you couldn’t even talk to him half the time without walking on eggshells. Kikaku didn’t have any answers, aside from telling you “Fuck that shit” and take you out for a good time. 

Eventually, inevitably, the two of you transitioned from friends to friends with benefits; sitting and nursing his beer, Kikaku tries to shove the memory out of his head to no avail. How could he forget? His band had played one of their first shows and barely anyone had showed up, and the people that did hated them. 

You had been the only friendly face at the bar, toasting to him at the end of their set with a sympathetic smile. None of his other girls were answering his texts; you were there and the two of you had a little too much to drink at his place. When the other members left and it was just you and him, Kikaku let you hug him; according to you, he looked like he really needed one, but that wasn’t all he needed. Your body was soft and your breath smelled sweet and sharp from the plum wine. Before Kikaku could communicate to his brain that his dick was acting up around you and it would be a bad idea to act out on this sudden urge, you had kissed the top of his head and squeezed him to your chest. Kikaku can’t remember too much of what happened afterward, only flashes and sensations and waking up in the morning with a raging migraine and you laying nude on the futon next to him. 

It was a good thing the two of you had for a long time until the day you had come back to his apartment and refused a make out session with a serious expression. Kikaku could have guessed the problem; it was always the problem with his main girls. They got too close, too attached, even though Kikaku really didn’t make much of a secret that he wasn’t into the whole exclusive thing. Frankly, he didn’t think what the two of you had was special. You just had the benefit of knowing him the longest and being his friend first. 

That being said, you never showed signs of jealousy or feeling hurt by Kikaku’s other lovers, so he really hadn’t expected that to be the reason you decided to end things officially and not just the sex, but everything. No more shows or take out or movie nights. No more being friends; you called it being amiable. When you crossed paths, you would say hello and engage in a little small talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Kikaku accepted without making a fuss; he was in a shitty mood for a while but hey, getting dumped is never fun.

“Is that why you ended things?” Kikaku cut right to the chase as soon as you took the stool next to him; he slid the card over to your coaster, like it was some distasteful object. “You wanted to make things serious with this guy?”

“Hello to you too. How did you get this? Oh no, just water please.” You told the bartender, who had just come over to take your order. “Kikaku, my father sent this to your parents; how did you get it?”

“Wow, you weren’t even planning to invite an old friend to such a grand occasion?” Kikaku grumbles. “Cold. I thought you said no hard feelings.”

“I heard you were busy with work; besides, since when do you enjoy going to formal parties?” You give him a wry half smile. “Unless there’s an open bar.”

“Is there?”

“Yes. Father spared no expense.” You hold your glass of water but don’t take a drink. “He set up the whole thing. I didn’t even have to worry about picking out a dress. It’s all been decided.”

“What, did he pick out the groom too?”

Kikaku snorts but your smile is nowhere to be seen; you take the invitation and push it over to him. 

“I know it’s short notice, but I’d like your parents to come if they can. They’ve always been good to me; they’ve treated me more like a daughter than he ever did.” You tell him softly. “I must look pretty lame to you, huh? Letting my father marry me off and domesticate me. Is that why you called? Did you want a good laugh?”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Kikaku turns so quickly in his seat, he nearly knocks over his now empty glass. “I was joking: did your old man really pick the guy out? What, did he send out a resume or something?”

“He works at the same company; we’ve met a few times. His name’s Kenji Hazawa. He needs a wife and my father needs me to settle down. A match made in heaven.”

“So? What is wrong with you?” Kikaku’s eyes scan your face, hardly believing the words coming out of your mouth so casually. “You’re gonna let your dad marry you off to some asshole you don’t even like?”

“Stop. I do not need you, of all the people in the fucking world judging my decisions.” You fix him with a cold stare. “I gave it to you for free. You know what I get with Kenji? A comfortable life and my father finally off my back. I get freedom.”

“How?! How the hell is selling yourself to the highest bidder-?”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. It’s why I never told you. That's why I stopped talking to you.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “You just don’t get it, Kikaku. I’m a single woman nearly past her expiration date, father’s words not mine, and no one is letting me hear the end of it. I’m done fighting against it all by myself.”

“You don’t have to do this. He can’t force you.”

“It’s already decided. I just have to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ and I never have to worry about money or being looked down on again. Sweet deal, isn’t it? Sorry. I guess I’m not the cool badass bitch I thought I was.” You roll your eyes and suck in a breath of air. “I tried doing it my way and what did I get? My father is ready to disown me, everyone in my life is treating me like a joke, minus your folks.”

“I never-”

“No, no, I wasn’t a joke to you. I was a good time.” You correct yourself. “Well, now I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted and weak, alright? There, I admit it. I’ve been on my own in this and I’m sick and tired of it all. Is it really that different than you giving up music professionally for your merchandising job?”

“My job doesn’t fuck me.” 

The sentence slipped out before Kikaku could filter himself; but it’s true, isn’t it? Won’t your husband expect you to perform your wifely duties? Kikaku’s nails dig into his palms; he can’t get the image out of his head, a faceless man, on top of you, taking you as though you’re his. You might get pregnant. 

“How is this happening? She’s mine…she was mine.”

“It sounds like your job fucks you plenty.” You take a sip of water. “So, is that your issue? You won’t have the chance to get in my pants again if I’m spoken for?”

“Stop changing the subject, this isn’t about me.”

“It’s always about you.” 

Kikaku glares at you, but somehow can’t bring himself to truly be angry; you’re being so despondent and resigned. The person sitting next to him might as well be a stranger. The fire is gone from your eyes and the sly quirk of your lips is nowhere to be seen. But then, maybe that was just the face you showed him. Kikaku can’t even defend himself and say you hadn’t made him aware of what you were going through. You had, multiple times, for years. He just wasn’t taking it to heart. At some point, you apparently decided to pull back entirely. 

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I don’t hate you, Kikaku. This isn’t your business and I never meant for you to even know about the damn wedding. I’m going to get married next week and it’ll be okay. Kenji is a good man; we get along enough. We both know it’s a marriage of convenience.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your dull eyes. “Who knows? Maybe somewhere down the line we could fall in love. Either way, we’ll be content. It’s more than most people get to have.” 

“This is fucking crazy. You’re crazy.” Kikaku is hunched over the bar counter; his voice is shaking. He can’t look at you; all he can do is stare blankly at the wood panel. “You can’t be happy with this. I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not asking for your blessing.” You put a few bills on the table. “Here, I still owe you for the last time we got drinks. You might not believe it, but I’m doing what’s best for me. I’m living my life for me. It’s my choice to do this, to make it all a little easier.”

“Is that the logic you’re using? Give up something to gain something you want more?” Kikaku leaves the bills on the counter, untouched. “Is it really worth it? Is this really what you want?”

“That’s also none of your business.” Despite your words, your tone is almost kind; with a faint smile, you stand up and push in the stool. “Have a goodnight, Kikaku.”

No. You can’t leave now, not like this. That smile is as fake as they come. Kikaku knows what your fake smiles look like; he’s always been able to tell how you’re feeling. He might not have been much of a comfort on your bad days, but he knew when you were having them, and he would try to make it a little better. 

When did that stop? It wasn’t his intention to make you feel uncared for. Kikaku might have played around, but it didn’t make his feelings for you any less. He was just caught up in other things. He had no idea you were having that hard of a time. 

You walk away and Kikaku doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t yell or leap from his chair to drag you from the door. He can’t feel his legs. You’re getting married. You’re going to be someone’s wife. He’ll never be able to make up with you. It’s over. You’re not going to give him the second chance Kikaku hadn’t even realized he had been hoping for. 

“She’s really gone. It’s really over. She’s getting married.” Kikaku mutters to himself. “She’s getting married and I…I can’t do anything to stop it.”

“Hey don’t worry so much. Most marriages end in divorce.” The bartender comes over to collect the empty glasses. “I got married twice and we were actually in love. Besides, if it’s a marriage of convenience, maybe you can be her side piece.”

“Huh?” Kikaku glowered up at the man smiling placidly down at him. “Who the fuck asked you?!”

“Just trying to offer some comfort. I thought you guys weren’t serious anyway. How drunk are you? Don’t you recognize me?” 

“Uh…”

“Nekota? This is my bar; it has been a while, but you came here a few times with a couple of my buddies.” 

“Oh right. Usao-kun and Kumao-kun’s old friend.” Kikaku recalls. “My bad, I was…I’m kinda out of it today.” 

“I could tell. That seemed rough. Want something stronger? On me, but just this once; still gotta make those child support payments after all, haha.” Nekota laughs good naturedly as he pulls down a bottle of tequila from the middle shelf. “Hey, that’s something to drink to; you’re a young bachelor, you’ve got plenty of time to settle down if you want to.”

Settle down? Kikaku never wanted to settle down; that was why things didn’t work between him and you in the first place. He has no right to feel so deflated. 

Was there some secret part of him that hoped you would eventually come back? Well, contrary to Nekota’s assurances, Kikaku doesn’t have time. You’re going to be married in a week. You’ll be someone else’s. He won’t have a place in your world, not any more, not when you’re going to be somebody's beautiful, blushing bride. 

“She doesn’t even love him. How can she do this?”

“Come on, Kikaku, right? Here, have a drink and relax.” Nekota beckons with his hand and sets down the shot of tequila. “The little lady said so herself, it’s not your problem.”

“No. I guess it’s not.”

Nekota is right and Kikaku doesn't need a two time divorcee to lecture him on matters of the heart. You had every right to go and marry another person, for whatever reason. Kikaku isn't even your friend anymore and he's certainly not your boyfriend. You don't owe him a thing and it's not his place to step in and try to convince you to not go through with a sham marriage. You've chosen your path and he's chosen his. All he can do now is toast to your nuptial and hope for the best. He can do that much for you.

"To the bride and groom." 

"Here, here!" Nekota clinks his own shot glass with Kikaku's. "Good man, you're gonna be just fine."

"Cheers." Kikaku slurs and downs his shot in one large swallow. "Here's to the whole thing goes off without a hitch."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, to-”

“I OBJECT! NO ONE SAY ANOTHER DAMN WORD, I OBJECT!!!”

It took Kikaku two hours to get up that morning; he had been drinking into the late hours of the night in a last ditch effort to make sure he wasn't able to be mobile today off all days. Even now, dressed sloppily in an old suit, hair hastily tied back and eyes sunken in with sleep deprivation, he feels like he’s running in a dream. The venue is quaint but tastefully decorated in pastels. There’s not many guests; he supposes your father wanted to get the wedding done with little fanfare. The objective was to tie you down, not throw a celebration. 

“Son of a bitch.” Your father is the first one to rise; he addresses you angrily. “Did you invite him?”

“N-no!” 

You look aghast, glancing rapidly between Kikaku as he comes barreling down the aisle and your soon to be husband. Kenji looks twice as confused and a little scared, which is fair, considering how haggard and demented Kikaku looks, like a twitchy spider rushing to catch its prey. You hadn’t heard a peep from Kikaku since that night and his parents had politely turned down your invite, as they had a previous engagement they were committed to attend. It was a good thing they couldn’t, because you’re certain both Kikaku’s mother and father would keel over and die from the spectacle their son is currently making of himself. 

“I said, I object!” 

"Heavens above." The priest frowns. “Not another one.”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP?” It’s a wonder Kikaku can yell so loudly when he’s barely breathing; there’ sweat stains at his collar and the underarms of his blazer. “You can’t marry these two-they shouldn’t be married!”

“Who the heck are you?” Kenji’s brows furrow and he looks at you questioningly. “Do you know this guy?”

“Yes.” You sigh. “Kikaku, you’ve been drinking, haven’t you? I could smell you from the doors. Didn’t I tell you this wasn’t any of your business?”

“I don’t care! Dammit, I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass, but this isn’t about me.” Kikaku finally manages to speak without gasping. “I get it. You’re tired of dealing with your father’s bullshit and you think this is the only way out, but it’s not.”

“I’m calling the police!” Your father’s face is red and he looks ready to run up to the podium and deck Kikaku in the face. “How dare you? Haven’t you done enough? You weren’t good enough for her then and you sure as hell aren’t now.”

“Dad, you don’t need to call the police,” You look at him pleadingly. “Kikaku will leave on his own. He knows this is what I want.”

“No it’s not.” 

“Dammit, will you leave already!?” You’re the one raising your voice now; hot tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Why, Kikaku? Why are you doing this to me? Are you just upset because I won’t be available anymore? Well, too bad. Go play with one of your girlfriends and stop making a scene.”

“I’m sorry. I'll say it as many times as I have to.” Kikaku steps forward until he’s standing in front of you. “I’m sorry for not listening. I’m sorry it took me this long to get it, but you don’t have to get married.”

“What? Is this your idea of a proposal or something?”

“I don’t deserve you either. I should have been there more. I can be.” Kikaku looks at you, exhausted, desperate. “Don’t do this. Let me be there for you like I should have been all this time. You don’t have to fight on your own, not anymore. I’ll never leave you alone again.”

You blink and tears drip down your cheeks. “Kikaku,”

“I sent out messages to all the girls I was seeing last night. Look at my contact list.” Kikaku takes his phone out of his pocket and shows you the screen; his contact list only has a handful of names, people you recognize as family and work colleagues and friends. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, just…don’t marry this guy.”

“Kikaku, you’re being absolutely-!”

“Hey,” Kenji begins tentatively. “I think he makes a few good points.”

“What?” You turn to stare at your fiance. “But, I agreed to this.”

“It’s not like we’re in love.” Kenji cracks a begrudging smile. “It could’ve been nice but something tells me that’s not going to cut it.”

“I’m…I couldn’t just-”

“Also, your friend’s kinda freaking everyone out and I’m a little scared he’s going to put a curse on me.” Kenji glances at Kikaku. “You couldn’t have showered before coming to take the bride away?”

“You-!” Kikaku grabs your hand. “Just for that, you’re cursed! Everyone’s cursed! I hope the open bar is worth it assholes!” his eyes soften as he looks at your stricken face. “Can we talk somewhere more private? I think your old man is gonna kill me before the cops show up.”

You look at his hand; his palm is sweaty. 

“Please.” Kikaku’s voice is hoarse. “I won’t leave without you. I never want to go anywhere without you.”

“Damn you.” You’re really crying now. “You asshole.”

“Yeah.” Kikaku offers a weak smile; he glances down at your dress. “Oh. Wow.”

“Don’t say it.” You shake your head and wipe your eyes aggressively. “I know, it wasn't my choice.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Kikaku exhales and his grip on your hand tightens; he’s only just taking in the sight of you, dressed head to toe in a flowing white gown, dolled up and looking like an angel descended from heaven. 

Maybe he was full of shit because right now all Kikaku wants to do is take you away for himself. He brings a hand up to wipe the tears off your cheek; why do you look so sad? Is he really not wanted here? Is giving himself to you not enough?

“I’ve been a fucking mess all week.” Kikaku admits, eyes searching your face for any sign you don’t despise him. “I couldn’t sleep or eat or focus at work. I’m being shameless, you don’t have to tell me that. Maybe it’s too late for us, but I can still fix this. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just tell me what I have to do.”

You’re blushing now under his intense stare. “...take me with you.”

“What?” Kikaku leans in to catch every word. “What do you want?”

“You. I want you, Kikaku. I want you to take me out of here.” You confess, trying not to whimper as his thumb rubs your hot cheek. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Say no more.”

You hike up your skirt and kick off your heels; Kikaku leads the way, the two of you ignore the shouts and gasps and threats being hurled your way by your father. Your eyes stay glued on the hand still clutching onto yours and you run, run, run until the car is in sight, decked out in flowers and a “Just Married” sign on the back. Kikaku opens the passenger side door and guides you into the backseat, even lifting the hem of your skirt so the door doesn’t close on it. The driver, rightfully skeptical and a bit horrified, practically throws the keys at Kikaku when he screeches for them. 

“I think everyone assumes you’re some sort of demon here to kidnap me.” You watch as the driver races up the steps of the venue, probably to explain why he’s left his post. “We’re going to have to return the car.”

“For now we drive,” Kikaku turns the keys, backs out of the parking space, and slams his foot on the gas. 

“This is fun for you, isn’t it?”

“A little.” Kikaku laughs, suddenly quite cheerful. “I’m relieved. I thought I was going to lose you…again. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“I’m still on the fence about that.” You tell him warily, taking off your veil. “Did you really mean all that?”

“I might have lied a tiny bit about not wanting to steal you away. I want you for myself. I know it’s not fair to you, but that’s how I feel. I was going crazy.” Kikaku looks at you from the corner of his eye. “You look really good right now.”

“Thanks.” You adjust your seat belt. “Eyes on the road.”

“I want to fuck you in the dress.” Kikaku blurts out. “Let’s get a hotel and pretend we’re married to get a free bottle of champagne.”

“Aren’t you still hungover?”

“Hair of dog. Besides, this calls for a celebration.” Kikaku smirks a little. “I know it’s scary the first time, but I’ll be gentle with my pretty little bride.”

“Kikaku, was this all so you could play out some weird little fantasy?” You grumble. “I’m gonna jump out of this car and run back and see if Kenji will reconsider.”

“No! I was half joking…I just want you so bad.”

“Kikaku,” You cross your arms. “I mean it, I’m not in the mood for any teasing.”

“I meant it all. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” One of Kikaku’s hands leaves the steering wheel; his playful smile is gone. “Do you not want me anymore? I don’t expect you to believe in me, after everything…but do you want to try again?”

For a tense moment, Kikaku thinks his chest will explode; he might actually die if you say no, even if you have every right to reject him. But then you take his hand and interlock your fingers. You smile, a little exasperated, but it’s a real, genuine smile. It practically blinds him; Kikaku has half a mind to beg you to marry him then and there. There’s still time and Kikaku plans to use it making you fall in love with him so you never regret today.

“Yes.” You kiss the back of his hand and smile brighter than he’s ever seen. “I do.” 

#kikaku hanbee #kikaku hanbee x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #uramichi oniisan #big brother uramichi #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #nekota matahiko #one shot

[narcissiah]

Build A Bear | Black Noir x GN!Reader

yo so last week or smth i went to build a bear with my little relatives and when i saw chubby cubby (look it up you wont be disappointed) i fell in love, then i was struck with inspiration. so my chonky teddy bear and i hope you enjoy this lmao

warnings: heavy cursing, SPOILERS FROM S2 but not too specific in the bulleted fic? still be warned. other than that pretty mild, fluffy? yeah fluffy and probably ooc for black noir but whatevs

VAGUE (but still) SPOILER AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF POST!!!!!!!!! DO NOT READ BEYOND THE ###

when news spread of Black Noir being in critical condition, a lot of internal questions were raised at Vought: who did this? was it an accident? was it on purpose? was it another supe? how can we market off this? etc

once crisis control handled the public nightmare that was social media and news outlets (special thanks to Cameron!), did the flood gates open

in the first few days, there were countless cards and money chip-ins for charity donations that Black Noir advocated for

i mean you could not take a shit without someone thrusting a card in your face and saying, "Wanna write something sweet to Noir so he gets better soon?"

hence came the little lie, "oh, i already got him something with a card. thanks tho"

you worked in the crime analysis department, so you did not have a close relationship with Black Noir personally

but that didn't mean you felt bad; i mean, critical condition? you had to give him something

and people at Vought would easily find out you lied and who knows what would happen then?

there are definitely some snakes in the grass if you know what i mean

but what would you get him? everyone else was giving cards and flowers and balloons. no doubt his hospital room is flooded with all those things

so while you're agonizing over what to get him because god forbid snakes figure out your "white" lie, you're stuck on babysitting duty for a friend's eight-year-old kid one day

while you're not too hip on what eight-year-old kids do in their spare time nowadays, you decide to take them to the ol' reliable of your childhood: the mall

as you both are walking around bored out of your minds do you see the answer to your agony: the holy golden glow of build-a-bear workshop

you have to drag the kid you're babysitting inside, but they dont put up a fight for long when they see a stuffed animal they like

unfortunately, you dont see anything you like, but you buy the kid your babysitting his bear (a frog dressed like Obi-Wan)

At the check out do you see another saving grace: "exclusive customizable bears online! order one today!!"

so the second you drop the kid off and you're at home, you immediately go incognito on your browser

you buy a stuffed (animal of your choice) and dress it up like Black Noir because build a bear is in an obvious partnership with Vought for younger consumer marketability

for the extra hell of it, you buy a "get well soon" shirt bc you thought how cute it would be to put it over the Black Noir getup

for the customization, on all 4 paws do you write: Black (front right) Noir (front left) For (back right) Ever! (back left)

you buy expedited shipping and when it finally arrives, you put on the get well soon shirt over the black noir outfit, but you stop from putting on the black noir helmet

why you didnt put on the helm was beyond you. maybe because you thought the sentimentality was stronger since you're recognizing he's still human beneath the suit??

who the fuck knows, anyway

you ask Ashley to give it to Noir (which took a lot of convincing, and a pricey meal for lunch).

funnily enough, you dont leave a card or any sign the gift was from you

you doubted yourself and regretted your decision because why not

but as long as you got him something with a little more personalization (and therefore make your lie true), you'd live with it

and forget about it eventually lol

fast forward like a few months

Black Noir recovered and had just finished his tour across the country selling his bullet-proof backpacks

you indeed forgot about the bear as time went on

one day you're at work and fucking around on the company computer to pass time when you feel a very warm and very heavy hand on your shoulder

the entire crime analysis department goes gravely silent

*sweatinglikeJordanPeelememe*

you slowly turn in your creaking office chair, and stare into the bottomless abyss that was Black Noir's goggles

he gestures for you talk outside privately (a secondary location? aw hell naw) but you oblige

as you both walk out of the department, the looks your co-workers give you... one of them even salutes you off

oh jeez oh fuck oh jeez oh fuck x100

when you're both outside in the back where there's literally not a single soul in sight, do you apologize

because its Black Noir, and of course he knew that was your gift

"ah jeez, Mr. Noir, sir, im sorry if you didn't like the bear. I didn't mean to offend you, please dont--"

and then the most confusing fucking thing happens

he pulls out a motherfuckin build-a-bear which was your favorite animal (how did he know?) wearing a freakin "thanks a bunch" shirt

*confusedwhiteguyblink*

he holds it out to you; you're quick to snap out of whatever fucking dream this was and gingerly take it from him

then you start giggling, relieved and so bewildered because what the fuck???

"hey...thank you," because of course you would say thank you for a thank you gift

and as if the day couldnt get any fucking weirder

Black Noir pulls you into a hug

like, a minute-long hug

while you're not as quick as earlier, you still reciprocate the hug—you even gently (read: awkwardly) pat his back!!

and then he removes himself from the hug, stares at you, then fucks off doing Black Noir shit

for a place of honor, you keep the toy right next to your monitor and look at it whenever you're feeling not like yourself

also, coincidentally, when Black Noir needs something from your department, he goes right to you and only you!!

#

i get the vibe that no one really cares about Black Noir at Vought; so i personally headcanon that except for the kiss-ass usual gifts, he got jack shit while at the hospital, if any at all. that's why i headcanon? imagine? that the second someone puts some thought into a get well soon gift like reader does, he's over the moon. my boy needs positive attention!! 😭😭😭

#the boys amazon #black noir the boys #black noir #black noir x reader #the boys tv #the boys headcanons #black noir imagine #black noir headcanon

[pan-magi]

On one hand, I hate that I'm making a vent post on this fandom blog. On the other hand, I am really annoyed and in a bad mood for unrelated reasons so I'm going to do it anyway.

I want to murder and destroy all the porn bots clogging the magi tags. It's infuriating.

"Because you follow #magi

*porn bot post*"

No, no, no. GO TO HELL.

Magi is already a small fandom. A lot of religious and spiritual blogs also use it. Even if they don't tags things with magi exclusively, I get a lot of Madoka Magica blogs recommended to me because of the series' full name (Puella Magi Madoka Magica). Nothing against them, of course, love existential magical girls. Point being I can bet none of us give a fucking shit. Leave our small tag alone!

I could just not visit the your tags page but the "because you follow x" posts pop up on home and following regardless. And I like checking in on random tags sometimes. It helps to not miss posts from people who simply have Magi as their anime of the week or whatever.

I do hate just to make this a vent post, so I'll add some anecdotal Magi stuff that I've already been thinking to make a shit post about. Unfortunately, I have not had anymore fandom related dreams. *

I will blab about the screenshot I chose for this though. I lowkey adore that scene. Morgiana just casually kidnapping her friend, so they can talk it out. (For reference, it's when she meets Alibaba in the Fog Troupe hideout and then just picks him up and leaves).

The funny thing is, they're not really friends at this point? Out of the trio and their relationships so far, Alibaba and Morgiana haven't had much time together. Morg is grateful that Alibaba freed her, yet I'll say they both are better friends with Aladdin right now.

Morgiana does bring this up. Her reasoning for taking Alibaba is so that he can talk to Aladdin and they can sort out their shit. She could see that the kid from Alibaba giving him the cold shoulder and is like "no." It's heartwarming. It's not something I'll recommend, sometimes people need space from each other and kidnapping is bad, still though- I love it lmao.

Best trio, ngl.

*I have since had a sorta Magi related dream since first writing this about a week ago. In it I met Ohtaka, except I've only ever looked at a few pictures of her before and know for a fact that how she looked in the dream isn't how she is irl. Maybe that's why it took me forever to recognize her. The first half was us basically meeting and talking about trivial stuff, not Magi or Orient because of not recognizing her, and the second half was me realizing my missed opportunity of fangirling and trying to find her again when she was not busy to get one of my volumes of Magi signed. Not in a desperate way but more of "ahhh, I'm so dumb and missed my chance. Bummer." I was way more melancholic about it compared to if I ever had the opportunity in real life. As if I knew it was a dream and not get too worked up about it.

My dreams are a lot more convoluted and trippy but that is the gist of the Magi related portion of the dream. The rest is irrelevant for this. Don't remember too much of it anyway.

That's all I have. This turned out long and I may trim it up. I feel better after typing it. That is what matters.

Fuck porn bots and may this small fandom prosper without them.

#magi #magi labyrinth of magic #magi: the labyrinth of magic #honestly why i do tag a few different versions of the name #magi is such a grab bag tag lol #stupid bots #i want to burn all of them down *gets flamethrower* #vent post #long post #includes photo edit #strong language #the screenshot i chose is especially relevant for me bc i hc morgiana as ace

[astrologicalsstuff]

12th house synastry oh my lord…

I’m not going to say that it’s doomed because it’s far from that this can make for some really successful marriages but it definitely takes work. All 12th house synastry is like surrendering, you have to be okay with undefined answers, with sacrifice and with humility. The house person definitely feels it more but that’s not without saying the planet person doesn’t feel it. This is the house of Pisces so boundaries (or lack thereof) are at play here. 12th house synastry is like, I don’t know where you end and I begin. This person could make you want to give them everything and anything like their happiness is your happiness if you can’t handle that thought you will struggle. This is “the one that got away” or “until next time scenario. Stellium are like everything in the world is pulling us together while keeping us apart. It’s all about timing but the time is never right. This person wil show you parts of yourself you thought you forgot or even suppressed. They know you without noticing it sometimes. They know exactly what to say to trigger you. Water signs work best here because it is all about nurturing the subconscious. Scorpio is probably very intense unless you have planets Nataly.

Story time:

The first guy I ever got with had cancer 12th house and I had 3 planets in his 12th🫣. To top it off the planets were sun mars and Jupiter all fire😭😭😭. When I met him he walked in like a movie scene and I just knew he was going to be significant to me. I have never felt this way with anyone else it was one of the slow-mo hair blowing in the wind moments truly unreal. We spent the day together even went to go see a movie (12th house nature) he introduced me to drugs(12th house fantasy nature) We didn’t see eachother for 6 months because we had no mutuals and then one of my friends came to town wanted to hangout with some random guy who we knew from highschool and when he left us he met up with some friends who were nearby and I saw him again. We kept running into each-other never got his contact info but ran into eachother anywhere and everywhere. Eventually I got his info and we began to see eachother but we never dated. He had two houses both next door to my closest friends in high school (this was so crazy because I went home with one of those friends that first night meeting him and thought to myself: he could be anywhere in the world, and he was probably next door) everything felt fated in some way but I think I was just delusional. I’m still confused about it tbh. I definitely had feelings for him but felt like I couldn’t tell him for some reason. Looking back at it I think things would’ve been better if I did but he just made me so nervous. We never dated but he was all of my firsts and I used to be able to feel whenever he got with smone else and it would come out later that he was getting with other people. (We were never exclusive and I asked for that) but things just kept getting harder and I felt like I couldn’t talk to him at all. He was more than comforting and kind and sensitive to my needs but he started apologizing all the time for things I didn’t care about and I responded in ways I cannot even begin to understand. Honestly 12th house synastry is so much confusion. He ghosted me tho after a year and before he left he said he wanted to be friends and continue fucking. Whatever the fuck that means because that’s kinda what we were doing anyway and then disappeared. He deleted all social media, and it was like he never existed. Honestly I talk about how much he fucked me up but I really do think he taught me a lot of good lessons as well. we were on and off a lot for that year, but something always brought us back together and it was always something super random. One time I was hanging out with a random guy and he was sending snapchats to people and I skated behind him to photobomb and he sent it and I saw the bitmoji and knew it was him. And he texted me again after that. I went from having no mutuals with this guy to every single person tying back to him. One time we ended and I went to a fair I went to every year since I was a kid and my friend met up with her friend there and her friend was friends with his entire friend group he was basically unavoidable. Dreams are also a big part of 12th house synastry. I haven’t stopped dreaming about him even when I have other partners sometimes he’ll be in my dreams. I ran into him again though a couple months ago and I still couldn’t talk to him but I know that encounter had to be fate because I really didn’t want to go to that show that night and everyone kept telling me for weeks to go but I wanted to do something else I lost my ID the NIGHT before so all the things I wanted to go to I couldn’t, and two hours before the show my friend cancelled on me and insisted I use her tickets to go to the show I was so set on not going to but I had nothing better to do and she didn’t want to waste her money. SO I WENT AND WAITED OUTSIDE FOR ANOTHER FRIEND AND HE FUCKING WALKED BY. After three years of radio silence we’re adults now so I figured he’d be away at college or something. 12 house in synastry is the good the bad and the ugly.  despite how undeniably toxic that relationship was and how much he hurt me I wish nothing but the best for him.









#12th house #synastry #astrology #astro observations #mars #jupiter #sun #astroblr

[thecameronchronicles]

Incarceration

TW: Smut. Semi public sex. Language. DomJJ.

SUMMARY: JJ Maybank has his sights set on a specific officer while he’s in prison…

Thanks @iovdrew for the request, this was SO much fun to write!

WORD COUNT: 1700

*Requested*

Incarceration

Criminals like JJ Maybank came a dime a dozen with rap sheets that read more like a millionaire’s receipt. He frequented housing behind those cold metal bars as if they were ‘going steady’ and conversed with the other inmates so frequently he could almost consider them friends. But as the others would find methods of intimidation to survive life ‘on the inside’, JJ had a particular way of surviving the jail system. 

His charm. 

And he used it mercilessly on you…

You couldn’t focus on any task of your job while in his presence without feeling his eyes in constant devotion to you. Yet this wasn’t done in curiosity of your occupation, but as the sexually deprived young man had been pent up far too long and you were so close to his perimeters. But in the same way you’d noticed his eyes linger beyond what was appropriate, he had done the same to you. Whether it would be the recreational yard with your gaze trained to how his muscles rippled when in motion or during strip searches when he'd tease other guards with making them believe he held contraband, all for an excuse to undress for you. 

But during his time in incarceration, these glances turned into traces and comments dripping with sexualized intent as you simply waited for the other to make the move. You became breathless when believing it would happen within an overtime you’d taken just for ‘showers’, an excuse to gain witness to his anatomy. Even though you had signed up to endure another grueling eight hours of high stress and sacrificed much needed sleep, it had been worth it to watch him flex intentionally for you, looking at the camera with those devilish dimples in view as he was well aware you were watching him. When you’d go to retrieve him, he’d remain undressed at the last second, teasing you with the sight of his cock, intimidating but all too mouth-watering, before crafting a smirk, and moving to get dressed. 

When nothing came of this moment, you’d taken it upon yourself to volunteer for his next strip search. Finger lingering longer than what was appropriate while also offering him the chance to drown in the aroma of vanilla and strawberries that came from your attempts to torment him with the finer things of life he no longer had a freedom to indulge in, finding him to react with a lengthy inhale and one of his signature quips. 

“Careful, sweetheart, might actually start to think you like me.” Even though you would never offer him a smile, your eyes betrayed your restraint as they illuminated whenever he spoke to you. His unwavering focus to you and the way he was able to sweeten the hardest of days with nothing more than his own grin was maddening enough for you to risk your job. You needed his touch. And tonight-you would take it. 

There was one thing you could always depend on while working the night shift. And this was the reliability to know that whoever worked with you had been too exhausted to keep their eyes open. It was the window you needed to work your way down the corridor and into JJ’s cell, where you found him stretched over his cot looking up at the ceiling, before offering you one of those signature smirks 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He teased as you kept your eyes locked onto him while using your master key to make your way to his side of the bars. Once realizing why you'd come to him, he positioned himself to the edge of the bed until his feet became flush with the cement beneath his soles, and licked his lips at the sight of you dismantling your uniform for him. Beginning with your hair, you withdrew the elastic band keeping the tendrils at bay, his smile widening to see you disheveled exclusively for his view, enhanced by the effort made in this moment. 

Next, you carried your fingers to the buttons of your shirt, the tan fabric pulled from its tuck behind your belt in the process, as his eyes followed the sight of a sleeveless top taunting him with what still remained beneath,the lack of a bra setting his tongue into a roll between his own cheeks before correcting his breathing. But following this, you’d saunter to him, taking his own white tee into a fist and forcing him against the wall, a cocked grin having developed beneath a pair of eyes heavy with lust. 

“You like being in control, sweetheart?” You answered by continuing to lift the fabric from his arms until he was revealed to you. 

“We can start that way…but we’re gonna end this the way I want…” You ignored him, both of you aware who truly held the control between the two of you as this was nothing more than an erotic fantasy come to life. It wouldn’t be more than that in any capacity. But it was enough to damn your job and allow yourself to silence the pulsation between your legs. 

Your fingers removed his pants, state issued bottoms without a belt you’d favored to tie his hands in forced submission-unable to remove your own without the struggle of needing to pull off every device from pepper spray to the flashlight. With this, you only removed it from your hips and stepped out of its weight, before unbuttoning your own pants, all while he allowed you this role of instigation, basking in watching you take the lead. 

“Can you do anything with your mouth aside from sounding like a smartass?” You questioned, sitting on the edge of his cot as he sucked in a breath before lowering to his knees. But he wouldn't answer with some smart remark. Instead, he would pull you flat onto your back with a leg set over each of his shoulders, before answering you with lively flicks of his tongue speaking to you as if it had been in Morse code. 

Your fingers wrapped into the mattress at your back, feeling a moment of pity to how uncomfortable the bed itself had been for him, before the sensation of his fingers against your immediate sex, threatening penetration, had teased you in slow continuation. He waited until you met his gaze before driving those fingers between his lips, leaving them dripping, before finally bringing pressure to your neediness. The mixture of fulfillment from two fingers curving to quell along with that of his tongue in quick flicks had you trembling at the cusp of an orgasm that only inflamed his already large ego. 

“Make me come.” He spoke to him as he smirked against your pussy, the slight glisten of your slick noted in the raise given to break, before he'd return to you. 

Only now, he had done so with a hand beneath your shirt, rising quickly to your nipples, exchanging favor between them as you bucked against his tongue. Whether it had been the fact you had only your fingers to satiate your carnal appetite as of late or just how transfixed and talented his tongue and touch had been, your orgasm came swiftly against him. And without faltering, he’d lap up every line of your stream with pride before hovering over you, leaving himself in only a pair of boxers.

“My turn-'' But as he took your hair into a hold for what would have only been fair in recipricoation, you tore him onto his back by a grip to his shoulders and set him flat beneath you. Straddling him, you watched him lay patiently, taking in the sight of your desperation, as he teased your breasts, your hand swatting him away, for what he’d only return harder with. 

“You wanna just go for it there, baby?” You ignored him again, not wanting to fall victim to the specific way his words set you on fire. 

“Then we’re doing it MY way-” You were lifted into the air and taken against the bars, his fingers wrapping around their cold metal as he took this moment to tower over you. 

‘You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn…” He forced whatever clothes remained on you both with a frenzy of his fingers before lifting you slightly higher and back down onto his cock.

A grip around the back of your neck and another on the bar for stability, pinned him in place to begin his motions as you’d held onto him with clenched thighs and arms loose over his shoulders. As he pulled you to sink into him, one of your hands climbed the bars behind you until using it for leverage to lift even higher, making each thrust deeper as he groaned into your skin. 

“Fuck, princess…” He groaned, the vibrations against your skin leaving you nearly shaking in anticipation until you would feel him pull your hair between his fingers before kissing your neck, his hot tongue taking the beads of sweet sweat that came from your restraint in remaining quiet, as he smirked to this effect. 

“From behind-Take me from behind.” You requested breathlessly as he was all too happy to oblige, lowering you back to your feet until you were pressed against the bars, while he moved away from you for a moment to compose himself, only to return with a force of his cock. The second you gasped, his fingers interlaced within yours, holding you both to the bars, as his paces returned just as ungodly-if not more so, than before. 

You found rhythm quite quickly in relinquishing your dominance to him. The pull of your hair and grip on the back of your neck pulled your lips apart in winces that were mended by the wrap of his fingers to your clit, edging you until his own release became imminent. This was made knowledgeable to you by the barbarous speed coming to a close and groans turning into almost whimpers before a spurt of warmth painted you from within, followed by a second orgasm of your own that left you in temporary tremors. 

“Shit, sweetheart…So good it almost makes me want to stay…” You were too blissed to comprehend his words, curious if you’d heard them correctly as you turned to question him. 

“Stay?” The sudden sound of metal attached to the bar and the cold restraint he'd known all too well had suddenly bound you to the cell, an open door having been his ambition all along. 

“Thanks for the ride, sweetheart. See ya ‘round-” He’d offer a swift slap to your ass before escaping through the corridor, leaving you behind with a lot of explaining to do in your own form of incarceration…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

#jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx #jjmaybank #jj maybank

[lostlegendaerie]

Do you have any backstories concocted for Drew?

Oh man. OH MAN. DO I EVER.

I think I talked about this on a @torchickentacos post about the Deoxys movie but let's look at what we know about Drew:

He's from LaRousse City, a movie exclusive location that's super high tech that features it's own battle tournament

He cried when he lost his first Contest (according to Solidad)

Rosalia is his first Pokemon and he gets VERY upset when any of his Pokemon are injured and generally seems to baby them (except in one instance, but we can talk about that another time)

He can put on An Obvious Show of a suave coordinator but he dislikes doing it and will drop the act around friends (Fan With A Plan, Spontaneous Combusken)

For his origin, it's such a weird contrast to have your Grass-Type Coordinator rival come from the all-robots professional battle island city. He was in the perfect environment to do Battle Frontier (is that the name?) or other similar things, but he goes clearly in the opposite direction. However, it's clearly important to him and he needles May about being nervous/gimmicky with her frisbees. Additionally, he challenges Ash to a battle (and wins) specifically to make a point about type match ups not being everything and Coordinating needing battle skills as well. Coordinating is his Pokemon Journey, and he thinks people don't take it seriously enough.

Drew is very hard on himself, too; Solidad said he cried, but they're clearly on good terms now so he may not have been upset at her so much as upset at himself for letting his Pokemon down. He shows May a similar side by complimenting her Pokemon but reminding her that she needs to work on herself as a coordinator (specifically that her indecision will make her Pokemon confused when she's learning about combinations and that Bulbasaur doesn't listen to her very well in Fan With A Plan and shouldn't be used on stage). He also cites feeling "weak like (May)" as his reason for getting upset at Absol for not doing well. Aside from that specific instance right around a contest loss (I think) he babies his Pokemon and is very often seen treating them with Potions in background shots. He cares deeply about his Pokemon, and pushes himself very hard to do well with them.

That being said, he dislikes being the center of attention himself. He deflects compliments and avoids signing fan-made merchandise, and is clearly uneasy around the star-struck Brianna. While he always attempts to be graceful in his interactions with fans, he can be pretty scathing when it comes to coordinators like Harley and Jessie who dress up and make themselves part of the show. (He would NEVER have survived Sinnoh Coordination) Even when giving May the roses, he downplays the act and pretends they're for her Beautifly instead for the first one and a half, slowly abandoning the pretense without ever saying it out loud. And if we pretend him never discussing Solidad to May was intentional and not sloppy writing, Drew is someone who keeps people a bit at arms reach and avoids directly being friends with anyone who hasn't fully earned his respect.

So OVERALL I could absolutely see him having a falling out with a more Battle-focused family and leaving home with no intention of returning except to prove them wrong about Coordinating; very strong artsy son of a business-focused family energy, here, especially with Roselia. He picks a FLOWER, one that is both beautiful and dangerous, to be his partner when he leaves LaRousse. That feels spiteful and deliberate.

So that's why he's probably Ghetsis' long lost son, whose insistence of heading off on a Pokemon Journey that focuses more on peaceful displays of power than strictly combat would have influenced or been influenced by N, but the abandonment caused Ghetsis to crack down every harder on controlling his remaining child so that his company would have an heir and, failing that, fled to Unova to establish power in a different way entirely in a worst scenario Gozaburo Kaiba analogy. :)

#did I make that last paragraph up just to be funny? yes #am I implying Ghetsis adopted TWO boys just because they had green hair? also yes #pokemon drew #Pokemon anime

[hollywoodsargeant]

hi dear President of the Logan Sargeant Worship Club. what are your favorite Logan selfies??? do let us know and do add commentary please... thank you

did not realize there was a logan sargeant worship club but happy to hear i am apparently the president. as always. thank you for entertaining my nonsense... i can definitely provide my favorite logan selfies with bonus commentary. my true purpose on this site

and you have fr come to the right person i have a separate folder in my camera roll for logan's selfies. separate as in separate from my main folder of logan pictures which is at... a cool 3.3k photos. still more than a third of my entire camera roll this guy

anyways here are The Selfies

call it recency bias call it being weak for logan on a boat call it whatever you want i like this one. wearing my favorite sunglasses and everything... the big white t-shirt... the scurff... all the moles on his neck... maybe i'm just obsessed with him. callum is also there hi callum

i legally cannot make a post about my favorite logan selfies without including this one. this was my lock screen for SO LONG. it does make a good lock screen fyi like bc he's all down at the bottom of the screen he doesn't get covered up at all... besides the point. surely you know how i feel about the Logan In New York Era (see my icon) but i love this picture. really good outfit imo bring it back

while i'm on new york here's this. the peace sign makes another appearance... as does. his affinity for horrible angles. he posted this one while i was in a bar for a show and i had a moment about it anyway (my friend laughed at me) then i threw myself headfirst into the mosh pit. good times take me back

whatever this black cap is he wears it a lot. backwards exclusively. it'll come back later. ANYWAYS. really good stuff spectacular work et cetera the gym will Also come back. first one is peak horrible selfie angle say hello to his eyelashes don't get to see those very much. i long to bite his neck

more logan and his buddies... more peace sign... more awkward little selfie smile. you will notice there is not a single smile with full teeth to be seen here. POINT IS I LIKE THESE ONES. the shirt he's wearing in the second one isn't he wearing that in some of the recent pics from ibiza... logan can you show me the inside of your closet. are there only three things in it (are you one of them) sorry

this is peak Tool Logan aka gym mirror pic. black backwards cap. Arm. I SHOULD'VE PUT THIS ONE IN THE ARMS POST... damn. well it's here now i like this selfie in spite of it's tool-ness and i want to eat him and and and

moving on.

black and white gym selfies specifically? he has some other black and white selfies that i did Not include because no. he seems partial to the b&w filter (esp recently) also shoutout benny. AND THE FUCKING PEACE SIGN AGAIN

speaking of benny. and peace signs. good shit. logan is so cute... emphasis on the second one bc he's wearing a mask but you can still tell he's smiling from his eyes... i love him so much. thank god he still did his hair to get on that plane. actually his hair is also done in every gym pic isn't it. What Is Your Problem Dude

his hair looks particularly Done in the home gp one. oh miami... my favorite sunglasses too... i love him so bad. it's so over

MORE PLANE. he's so cute. guy in hoodie guy in hoodie... and again with the hair. Alright. can't believe this guy ever buzzed his hair off considering how obsessed w it he is i remain to be convinced he lost a bet and had to do that

so not the point he's cute and i love this selfie and i want to kiss his face

all the same. he's so cute in this one too. and i like how his eyes look here... my baby my baby et cetera et cetera. why are you not looking at the camera what are you looking at why are your selfie angles so terrible YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE SO CUTE

backwards black cap. peace sign. bad angle. checking all the boxes in this one buddy... once again not looking at the camera but i still think he is perfect. every single time he posts a selfie it takes years off my life bc i am so horrendously down bad for him... draws a big red circle around his vaguely fucked up ear i love him so much

WOULD NOT BE A SELFIE COMPILATION WITHOUT THE TONGUE OUT IN THE GYM. still dying to know what the hell the motication was for this one. and a high angle for once? but like. put your tongue back in your mouth. slut

and these r included also for kicks. first one i mostly think he looks like an idiot and the other one is 90% dog. nice hand though (apologies i am not a dog person)

#ask #thank you all for entertaining my need to share logan pictures with commentary #truly the greatest use of my time #logan sargeant #i love all of his selfies very much and he should post more of them #show me ur pretty face logan

[9800sblog]

ATEEZ tarot reading - 2026 contractual renovation plans

-> Korean talent agencies can only legally sign their artists for 7 years straight, then they must come into consensus again about the contracts. ATEEZ started promoting as a musical group in 2018, hitting their 7 years mark in 2025, 2 years from now (30/05/2023 GMT-3). I am curious what do the members and their company have in plans for them, so I asked tarot and this is what the cards showed me and how I interpreted it.

-> reminder that these are my choice of words for the messages they gave me through energy reading, all these answers can change at any minute and/or be completely wrong + I am exclusively talking about the year of 2026 in this reading.

-> "do I have the collective agreement to do this reading and post it online?" I got the 6 of pentacles for that question and I asked for each member too.

-> KQ Ent. (their agency)

they're definitely planning on keeping the contracts, they might reveal many things like the storyline, things like that. no matter if ateez stays or goes, they wanna keep a relationship with those men, be it the people still interacting and keeping their bonds or the company keeping the group somewhat alive even if it ends or reshapes in 2026. it doesn't matter what, they're not gonna keep doing the same things as before, it will be a new beginning, i don't think they're gonna squeeze that group/concept til it's last drop. they might keep like the heart of the group alive, but I got the opposite of peter pan so they're definitely killing the pirate concept no matter what. I think the plan is for KQ to kind of give up creative control in 2026, like ateez has proved themselves, they worked hard for the careers they'll have in that time and it's now time to just let them be, I think the artists themselves would be more involved in the shaping of their own careers and if they wanna continue as a group it would be more about the music they wanna make with the concept they want. it's like they plan on admiring the gems they created >U< yeah I think the plan is to end the storyline in 2025 and then support the members as much as they need and want.

-> Park Seonghwa

there is again that thing about revealing, he wants to hide nothing, he seems really excited about it. I don't think he wants to stay in KQ after 2025 and it seems that his plans for 2026 is military service, I think he sees it as like vacation or something, but he is NOT into the bald look, he is dreading that part. he thinks that he will be free after ATEEZ expires, because he is no longer the little boy he was when he started this journey, he is a very grown and experienced adult and he really looks forward to having the ability to be independent. he doesn't wanna keep doing the same things he does in the group, he plans on challenging himself and just being himself from that point moving forward. it seems he is afraid of the future because he has never not been dependant of this company and these same people, he is afraid of flying solo but he doesn't wanna stay in KQ, i think he wants to take the time in military service to explore or expand his options and that's why he sees it as vacation, not because he thinks there's nothing to do there, but he thinks it will be a time of refreshment away from fame.

-> Kim Hongjoong

hongjoong is also very excited about this new journey, he is also excited to be independent, I think he is looking forward to moving out and having his own place to live. his plan is to spend a lot of time with his favorite people, i think he wants to go to his parents' house and spend quality time with family and maybe childhood friends. he doesn't wanna do much, he doesn't wanna be the boss of nobody, he wants nobody to be his boss, he wants to feel on the same level as all people around him. I think he wants to mourn for a while, the end of such important project and people in his life, it's difficult for him to imagine a life without these, but it won't be a dramatic ending for him, he is preparing and he's not gonna let anyone speak for him, he will create his own destiny. hongjoong plans on staying in the company; if the group rebrands, he wants to stay; if the group ends, he wants to stay in the company as a guide, producer and/or solo artist. he is a little unsure about the ATEEZ part because it depends so much on so many other people, not just himself, but he would love to keep these good vibes going.

-> Jeong Yunho

yunho did not fit well in KQ and doesn't wanna stay any longer than necessary, I see him taking his friends with him for life but leaving the ATEEZ project behind. I can see him going back to another company he trained at when he was a kid, music will definitely continue to have a huge impact on him, I think mostly through dancing tho. he thinks that after ATEEZ ends he will have some type of revenge by being independent from the company, he plans on doing some soul searching traveling, he wants to connect with himself and enjoy the fruits of his labor. there is really a lot about personal power here, he plans on letting nobody tell him what to do, he is the owner of his own life. it seems he wants to enjoy time in nature, he might go away for a bit where there are no cameras, like a countryside or a beach, I think he wants to tan his skin after that, he thinks he will literally come out of the dead after the contract expires which reminds me a lot of tanning too, because his skin is unnaturally pale now, like a ghost.

when you least expect it this man is gonna show up in your dreams

-> Kang Yeosang

you know what message I got, intuitively? the 2017 movie Get Out but it's Yeosang and xikers (don't take this too seriously, it's an easy anology that my brain made because i fucking love that movie and i am a huge fucking fan of Jordan Peele).

I also got this message:

so far, yeosang has gotten the craziest messages, I think he wants to live the exact opposite of what we see in ATEEZ - he's a pretty uptight, quiet and serious guy in front of cameras. anyone that has seen yeosang's pre debut pictures thinks he is far from being socially conventional tho. and don't forget he's a fucking gemini! I'm swearing a lot more than I usually do in tarot readings and I think that's an important message too. basically, yeosang wants to go absolute batshit crazy, ok? long story short, he does not wanna stay in ATEEZ, he does not wanna stay in KQ, it's like being himself brings him trouble in this environment and he's waiting to not have the legal obligation of depending on people that don't care about him, he's like a teenager waiting to become a legal adult. looks like he wants to party a lot, go to clubs and listen to those human thoughts he doesn't have space to listen right now, like he wants to fucking cuss without having to worry about someone hearing and drink until he can't stand anymore, that's what I'm seeing, he wants to make a big mess, throw everything in the air, he wants to feel like a regular person that can make mistakes and look ugly and not be seen as a role model. he has a special person in mind who has a more female energy (yin/moon), this person looks very fondly at him, like he's a little kid and he feels safe and nurtured with them; he plans on being with them in that year, spending lots of time together, and I think this is talking about his mom, he really misses this person a lot, they are his strength.

just to be clear, I wouldn't say yeosang thinks the members of ateez or the workers of kq hate him, but he think his work and legal obligations to it are oppressive to him. unfortunately, that's the experience of majority of people that work a job.

I also got this song as a message and so many other club songs, I really thinks he wants to party a lot!

-> Choi San

san almost refused to add anything to the post, he wants to feel respected and in power of his narrative.

I don't think he plans to continue ATEEZ after it's due date, but he would definitely stay in KQ, as long as they work well in collaboration with him, I think he would be a solo artist, there is a lot about someone shining with the help of others in the background; I see him doing more soul or r&b inspired songs. I think he likes the opportunities that the company provides and he thinks they have made him so much stronger than he was when he came in, he is really thankful. his plan is to renew the contract but make it a different journey. I see he doesn't want to start a new project straight away, he wants to take a break, work on his relationships, spend time away with those he holds the closest to his heart, he also might go back to his hometown, like the house his grandparents' used to live, I see a lot of family in here, very clearly: father, mother, sister and san. that's it! he seems really private :)

-> Song Mingi

mingi looks forward to explore other options, he doesn't wanna keep the contract, but he loves his people so much, he wants to keep the group alive in each other's lives. everyone! staff, members, everyone! they have built this from nothing, so there is a lot of emotional attachments on his side. he doesn't feel empowered in ATEEZ tho, his obligations may keep him from doing many things, so he wants to know what else he can do as a career move and also socially, he wants there to not be hierarchies and competitions between him and his friends. he wants to have full control of himself, his passions, hobbies and his words. I feel like when 2026 hits, mingi will disappear from KQ, like they will never hear from him again. apparently the plan is: spend some time with his family and friends, then go do the military service asap. he doesn't wanna do much, he wants to ground himself, take care of his spirit, nurture himself and his body, maybe sleep a lot, I see him spending a lot of time at home, living his life to his own rules for a while, laying in bed thinking "what to do now?", then going for government service. he plans on spending a lot of time in his head, just daydreaming, imagining all the outcomes, in order to make a good decision; listening to chill music, watching TV, doing his nice little hobbies, letting his hair grow, creating art without any pressure - that's exactly what he plans, letting all the pressure of years go away. he wants to get closer to his faith too (mingi is a Buddhist). I really think mingi wants to get away from the public for a while, there is something about running away from fanatic behaviors, he wants to be out of that environment, he does not wanna be celebrated for superficial things, does not wanna hear screams, it seems he really feels overwhelmed with fame and he can't wait to escape it, he does have a lot of love for his job and his people, but he is living in a way that is unnatural to him because of cameras and demands. he wants to feel real emotions and connections, not being contractually obligated to be fake, but he can't yet (his message, my choice of words). there is also a message of mingi planning on maintaining the door open for a relationship; it doesn't look like he has that special person yet, but he is very hopeful of fated romance, so he tries to plan in a flexible way, he doesn't want to accidentally close himself for important changes in his life. so his plan is literally to just chill alone, but still have a social life (not casual sex, literally a social life), he seems like a very balanced person.

-> Jung Wooyoung

I got the 8 of swords card and the song message "I always feel like somebody is watching me and I have no privacy" I will not do this reading!

-> Choi Jongho

he wants to go solo the second ATEEZ expires, he would love to be remembered as Jongho from ATEEZ/from KQ, especially because he already has solo songs released in KQ, but I don't see an emotional attachment to the company, he really wants to continue the friend group of 8, keep the group chat alive forever, but doesnt want to expand his business with KQ any further than they need to.

jongho wants to dance more, continue singing, of course, but he wants to be able to focus more on moving his body than he is able to on ATEEZ; he carries like 50% of the vocals and high notes in ATEEZ so he needs to save his energy and breath, however, he is an outstanding dancer and he enjoys dancing a lot. I'm seeing mostly old school kpop (1st gen) and dance pop from him - Bruno Mars' 24K Magic album, H.O.T.'s Wolf and Sheep album.

#ateez tarot #kpop tarot #free tarot #Kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #Kang yeosang #Choi San #song mingi #Jung wooyoung #choi jongho #♡

[vamqiredove]

OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way