#another day another person trying to eat Clip

[crabsnpersimmons]

eats your clip

oh boy, looks like Clip is on the menu

again

plus a bonus with Bloodmoon!

#ask the crab #fnaf eclipse #bloodmoon #Clip New Do Same You AU #crab art #traditional art #another day another person trying to eat Clip #CHOCO!! HELLO FRIEND! #legit when you sent this all i could think of #was you dancing like you do at the end of your videos #as you drag Clip away #i have no idea how to animate that so i just did a little doodle 😂 #and OF COURSE i had to draw bloodmoon! #i love your design for him he's so FUN! #Bloodmoon and Clip together in the same room... is probably a recipe for disaster

[w2sology]

i would love if you wrote a lil sum ab reader doing random couple trends on tiktok w bogg!!! luv ur writing always x

10/10, harry lewis.

summary: you try to do the 'rating my boyfriend throughout the day' trend with harry.

warnings: allusions to sex

notes: i love this trend but it makes me feel so single so i hate it.

you started off by recording you and harry when you two had just woken up, he was in the middle of one of his morning rants about the sizes of donuts and why they had to be agreeable to the price when you noticed the position you were in.

no matter how you and harry lay in bed, he always woke up slightly on top of you and eventually shifted until he lay fully on top of you. right then, his head was on your chest as his arms wrapped around you, one of his hands tracing random shapes on your waist, creeping underneath the night shirt you wore.

recording a small clip, you laughed at a comment harry made about being able to eat like a pig, before writing a caption on it.

4/10, forgets i'm smaller than him and uses me as his personal pillow in the mornings.

the next clip you recorded was after you had stepped out of the shower, towel and bathrobe on as you made your way to your vanity. preparing to start on your skincare and makeup for the day, you were interrupted by harry waltzing into the room with a cup of tea for you.

you decided not to bring up his allergy to knocking on doors before entering ("i've seen it all before, why do i have to knock?" he'd usually frown) but instead hold your hands to your heart as you awed aloud.

"you act like i don't usually do this, babe" he laughed at your reaction, kissing your lips as he set the mug down on the table.

"i mean you do, but still, it just warms my heart," you giggled that intoxicating giggle that harry loved so much, throwing your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his again.

10/10, brought me a morning tea 🥹🥹🥹

later on in the day, you lay on the couch with harry at your feet, your legs in his lap as he massaged your feet absentmindedly, considering his full attention was on the football match on the telly.

you should've known that when harry said he'd watch dubai bling with you, he's find a way to get out of it. and there he was, mumbling to himself as he watched chelsea fumble yet another attempt.

"fuck me, this is shit," he sighed, throwing his arms up and accidentally dropping them on your legs.

"hey," you frowned, moving your legs off of his lap. but before you could harry was grabbing them back to where they were.

"no, don't do that," he whispered softly, still watching the telly.

"harry," you groaned. "you said you'd watch tv with me, not this."

"i know, sweetheart, we can watch after it's finished, can't we?" he looked at you, fingers running up and down your slightly exposed leg.

"it's not the same though."

"you're right. what you want to watch is prerecorded and this is live," he smiled, quickly turning back to the tv and groaning aloud as a player received a yellow card.

pulling out your phone, you recorded a clip of harry with a frown on your face, stifling a laugh at how focused he looked.

2/10, chose football over me and also outsassed me.

later on in the day, harry wanted to get out for a bit of fresh air and he promised you ice cream from the new cafe that opened near you.

whilst you sported a hoodie of his over some leggings, harry stuck to the stereotype of the boyfriend that was never cold and wore a compression shirt paired with some nike shorts.

"i wish we had a dog to take on some of these walks with us," you sighed dramatically.

"don't push it, you know what happened to herb." harry shut you down quite quickly, reaching for your hand as you walked next to him.

you always found it adorable that no matter what setting you were in, harry would always find a way to make sure he was physically with you, mainly by holding your hand.

once you got your ice cream, harry walked ahead for you to open the door as you held the small tub. you knew what was coming, so you got out your phone to prepare to catch the moment on camera.

harry stayed ahead of you for a little longer, waiting for you to get your things together, scrolling on his phone as he did so. when he thought you were done, without looking back to check, he held his hand out for you to take, still walking ahead of you.

you couldn't help but squirm and awe on the inside at this seemingly nonchalant gesture as you took his hand, it was everything to you.

11/10, no explanation needed... just hand holding <333

back at home, harry was editing a video that he and the boys had filmed since it was his turn.

he had on his glasses and was sitting on top of the duvet of your bed, looking so... biteable. you couldn't help but want his attention.

when he put the laptop to the side for a bit you took this as your cue, rolling over from your side of the bed and straddling him, a leg on either side of his.

"you alright?" harry inquired, smiling at you with tired eyes. you nodded, a smile on your face as you inched closer and pressed kisses all over his face.

his hands gripped at your waist as you pressed your lips to his, groaning at contact a little. "y/n," he breathed out between kisses. "i have to finish... the video."

yet he made no attempt to detach himself from you.

pulling away, you looked at him with dopey eyes and a matching dopey smile.

"you're so pretty," you cooed, to which his cheeks warmed at.

"and you're not," he smirked, catching your lips with his before you could say something back. your hand tussled in his hair as you hummed into the kiss, never wanting it to end.

"okay wait, i really have to finish that video," harry sighed, pulling away with one last kiss to your lips. "i'm all yours after, i promise."

you nodded, sliding off of his body to cosy up next to him and watch as he edited some more, filming the last clip for your tiktok.

10/10, i'm so in love guys 😵‍💫

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen x reader #wroetoshaw imagines #harry lewis x reader #sidemen #wroetoshaw imagine #harry lewis

[trsrina]

not-so secret admirer h. yujin

your friends think you have a secret admirer but little did they know, all those anonymously given gifts left on your desk every morning are from none other than your secret boyfriend.

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship, high school au, requested !! mentions of food

“ha! it’s here again! i told you it wouldn’t be a one-time thing,” a paper bag labelled with the logo of the bakery near your school sits there on your desk with a mini heart-shaped letter clipped to it.

it was still quite early in the morning as the clock ticks half-past seven, most desks empty with the exception of a few school bags messily littered on the floor.

you smile unknowingly upon being embraced with the warm gift.

“open it! open it! this is so sweet! this whole secret admirer thing is straight out of a kdrama,” your friend jumps up and down excitedly by your side as she waits for you to unveil the gift.

“okay, okay, calm down. why are you even more giddy about this than me?” you chuckle as you delicately take the letter and hold it close to your chest as you read it secretively.

“hey! let me see it too,” she tries to peek at the handwritten letter as you hold it closely to your heart, scanning through every messily written word on the thin piece of paper.

it wrote, ‘good morning. i got this for you on my way to school. please eat it while it’s hot. i hope you like it xoxo,’ signed off with the single letter ‘h’.

the letter was snatched away from your hands before you could properly process it and soon, your ears were attacked with a dolphin-like squeal.

“oh my god, you lucky bastard! you bagged a green flag,” your friend pretended to be jealous of you as she pout and softly hit your shoulder, returning the heartfelt letter to you as you unwrapped the paper bag to be met with the sweet aroma of the strawberry flavoured dessert, warmth still radiating from the pastry, fresh out of the oven.

“he’s just a secret admirer. i haven’t technically ‘bagged’ him or anything. i mean i probably don’t even know him,” you playfully bumped your shoulder against hers.

however, while your friend was too busy in her little world fantasising about all the possibilities of your love life, you knowingly grin to yourself and internally gushed over the boy who just so seems to be the culprit.

“han yujin, what has gotten into you?” you murmured to yourself and shook your head as the morning bell rings.

after an eternity of sitting through your morning classes, lunch started and so, you and your mini friend group gathered at the halls to get lunch together at the cafeteria.

it consisted of a few friends you’ve made last year in your old class, now all having been separated in the new school year.

said friend group also included han yujin, the very boy who you fell for last summer and has since been secretly dating throughout the summer.

upon making eye contact with him as you all walk up to each other, your other friend from another class enthusiastically skipping up to you to sling an arm around your shoulders, the both of you bashfully offer a small smile to each other and hide the pink hue decorating your cheeks, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

with the rest of you friends walking up ahead and chattering away, passionately rambling on about how boring classes were, yujin sneakily took the place by your side and walked right next to you.

“hey, did you like the little gift i left for you this morning?”

you softly beamed at him, trying your best to hold back the grin peeking on your face, “thank you, yujin. i really liked it but you really don’t have to do this every day.”

“hmm, i’ll think about it,” his eyes finally looked into yours, lovestruck and just so in love, you were surprised your friends didn’t notice you two making heart eyes at each other yet.

mesmerised by the way his gaze lingered on you, you drifted away from the conversations of your friends.

you both sneaked glances at each other, looking into each others’ eyes for a millisecond before looking away. your hands did the same too, swinging by your sides and gently bumping into each other, the back of your hands touching for a millisecond and then pulling away only to do the same once again.

your newly blossomed relationship didn’t start long ago so you were both still quite shy.

setting down your plates on your table, yujin speed-walked over to your side and raced your friend to sit on your left, they only side-eyed him and snickered as they sat on your right instead, letting him have his way with a snarky smile on his face.

as soon as everyone was seated and started digging in, you felt warmth enveloping your left hand that was placed in your lap, a larger hand interlocking their fingers with yours, the intertwined hands resting on your thigh.

you almost spit out your rice upon feeling yujin boldly taking your hand in his and immediately turn your head to look him in the eye.

your wide eyed gaze meets his smiling ones, innocently grinning at you and holding in his giggles.

calming yourself down, you turn back to your previously neglected plate and continue digging in.

however, your heart still beats at 100 km/h and the pumping in your chest distracts you from the conversation of your friends.

“why is your face so red? are you alright?”

the look on your face resembles that of a deer caught in headlights, eyes shot wide open as you face the concerned gazes of your friends.

“i’m fine! it’s just a little hot in here, you know. um, let me just go get a cold drink from the vending machine real quick, bye,”

you untangle your hand from yujin’s in a rush and your chair screeches as you push it back to stand up, and you speed walk out of the cafeteria.

“it’s 2°C?” your friend questioned as you left.

reaching the vending machines area, you let out a sigh and lean on the wall near the vending machine, hand resting on your heart to feel your pacing heartbeat.

“what is wrong with you,” you speak to yourself in the empty area as your head hangs low with the lights of the vending machine reflecting off of you.

hearing footsteps nearing the area, you immediately regained your composure and tensed up.

“hey. are you okay?” it was yujin.

“yujin? why are you here? go back before they get suspicious.” your words were cut off when yujin walked closer to you, the proximity taking your breath away.

“relax. don’t worry about them for now. it kills me that i can’t be close to you when i haven’t seen you for so long.”

“it has only been a few hours, yujin,” you chuckled as he pouted at you. his hands grabbing yours.

your head tilted up to face him and his tipped down to get closer to you, lips simply hovering over each others’. “but i still miss you,” he mumbled.

you felt the air from his mouth when he spoke hit your lips, reminding you of the close proximity between the both of you. and so, yujin made a move and leaned in, eyes closed, your eyes closing too in response.

you could feel the warmth from his face transport to yours, his hand creeping up your arm to hold your chin, thumb gently grazing your flushed cheeks, you both leaned in closer and- clack!

your heads swiftly turned to the source of the sound, snapped out of your trance, only to be met with the surprised look of your friends, eyes wide open and jaws dropped, speechless at the sight of two of their friends having such an intimate moment.

the sound came from your friend dropping her belongings on the floor due to the shock and honestly, you could not blame her nor the rest of your friends for the dramatic reaction.

you and yujin exchanged awkward glances after taking a look at your frozen friends, yujin nodded his head at you as if giving you approval.

“um, well, surprise?”

i am so so sorry this took so long to write i hope you like it and this is my first work after my very long hiatus so hopefully my writing didn’t get too bad 😨

#— trsrina’s works 📰 #— trsrina’s zb1 works #— trsrina’s requests 📁 #zb1 reactions #zb1 fics #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 fluff #zb1 headcanons #zerobaseone #zb1 #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone fics #han yujin #zerobaseone yujin #han yujin x reader #han yujin fluff #han yujin imagines

[the-s1lly-corner]

hi! Hooe ur having a good day so far ;)

if its not a big thing to ask, could you do the TADC crew with a s/o who has a really big sweet tooth? Like they dont need to eat, but anytime something slightly sweet is presented they always eat it no matter what? Thank you!

TADC cast x a reader w/ a sweet tooth!

yipee third request of the day! just got 13 more then im all caught up!! thinking about it more i might reopen requests day after tomorrow, if i finish all the current requests today!

CAINE:

congrats! there isnt a better source of sugar in the digital world than from the tooth man himself; bro literally pulled a cake out of thin air youre set for life if you want to eat treats! i like to think he would make a mental note of what sweets are your favorite and for what reason; taste, texture, smell, stuff like that

i personally hc that since caine is an ai he cant really taste, at least not in the same way we can, so bonus idea, imagine describing what things taste like to him, ,i think thats cute

POMNI:

when you told pomni that you had a sweet tooth, she assumed that you had a normal sweet tooth; as in you simply liked having a little treat here and there. imagine her shock when caine promises sweets as a reward for completing an IHA and you end up going full ham trying to secure the reward. maybe its because your sweet tooth is that intense, or maybe you havent had many chances to indulge since entering the digital world... whatever it may be, i think pomni would give you her candies and treats; she seems like a more bitter flavor enjoyer

RAGATHA:

writing her part first because i just got struck with an idea but imagine the two of you baking something together; bonus you keep trying to eat the stuff before its fully done (ex. you keep eating some of the frosting before it can be put on a cupcake or something). she playfully swats your hand when you try to snag more of whatever you're baking together. gives an apologetic look; would the treat not be better when its complete? come on reader, practice patience!

thats another idea for a real world au thing with ragatha, you two running a little baking business; i think that would be cute

JAX:

you guys fist fight over a bag of sour patch kids sorry i dont make the rules. i hc that jax has a huge sweet tooth, especially for sour candies. so uh, if you like sour candies youre going to have to make a stash... but considering jax has keys to some peoples rooms, you might wanna be smart about it... will share his candy with you if youre feeling extra bad one day, though

KINGER:

sweets, a loving partner, and a cozy pillow fort. does it get more comforting than that? okay maybe it can, if you pair a cup of hot coco with your cinnamon roll, but hey! side note, we see kinger sitting at the table at the end of the pilot... with food... so like.. how does he eat? does it just clip through his face? did he only get food to be polite? now i have a few questions... i dont think kinger would be a huge sweet fan; not really craving sugar that often... i think he would be a spice lover, though, this man would love himself a spice cake me thinks

ZOOBLE:

also not a particularly huge sweet fan, but i think similar to jax they would love sour candies. unlike jax, though, they wont go snooping around for your stash, though! probably snags stuff from the common areas if caine has like a communal candy store in the circus, or if not... stares at jax. you WILL hear from them if you leave your candy wrappers around though!

GANGLE:

speaking of candy wrappers, i think gangle would keep them! gives them a use; depending on what kind of material they are or like... if theyre foldable (think like a gum wrapper) she makes little pieces of origami for you! hearts, frogs, flowers, things like that! sometimes gets you some candy so she can get the wrappers. also likes how the crinkling feels n sounds!

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[aprocessionofthoughts]

He's a Phantom

whumptober23 day 27- let me see fandom- dp x dc TW- brief injury summary- Jason encounters the GIW

ao3 whumptober23 masterlist part 6 of DLM

They had been searching for an hour when Jason heard a commotion. He approached the noise and saw three men in white suits on the neighboring rooftop. 

His first thought was that they must be out of towners and that they were stupid to be wearing all white. His second thought was, oh shoot, they’re carrying weapons. Specifically they had weird, glowing green weapons.

He was about to call it in when all three men turned to him, raised their weapons and fired.

Jason rolled out of the way and took out his own guns as he continued to dodge their shots.

He fires off a few shots of his own and manages to hit one of the agent’s legs. But he doesn’t have time to celebrate this victory since immediately after one of the glowing green beams hits him in the shoulder. 

It burns. Jason stumbles back trying to avoid the rest of the shots, but another clips his side and another his leg. He crumples to the ground. It feels like acid eating away at him. His mind is going fuzzy with pain.

He needs to call for help.

He can faintly hear them discussing how best to get to where he is. He can’t let them do that. 

Shakily, he activates his comm. “O.”

“What is it, Hood?”

“I think— I think I found our bad guys…” he slurs.

“Hood, what do you mean?”

Jason can’t bring himself to answer. HIs whole body feels like it’s burning.

“Hood! I’m sending Nightwing to your location.”

Jason can’t acknowledge her. He hopes his brother gets here soon. He can hear the agents walking up the fire escape.

He tries to get up again, but he can barely move his arms.

Then he hears a shout and the sound of the weapons being fired again. There’s a buzzing in the air, the faint hum of electricity, and the cold bite of winter wind.

There’s the sound of more fighting, and he can hear the agents cursing. There’s what sounds like crackling ice followed by silence. Jason tries to move his head to see what’s happening, but all he sees is smoggy Gotham sky.

Then there's a face above him, ethereal in quality with glowing white hair and eyes that remind Jason of the Lazarus pit but brighter.

“What are you doing here?” The voice sounds familiar, but Jason can’t quite place why. He should know this person, but he knows he’s never seen anyone quite like this.

The kid, because now that Jason looks at him a little closer this person clearly looks young, sighs, and goes to place his hands on Jason.

Jason makes a noise of protest and tries to shift away.

“Calm down, let me see.” his hands settle on Jason’s torso.

Immediately, a cool feeling begins to spread, easing the worst of the pain.

“Who…” he manages before.

The kid gives him a strange look then focuses back on whatever he’s doing to Jason. “It’s me. Danny.” 

Jason’s mind blue screens for a moment. This looks nothing like Danny. But then, Jason looks a little closer, looks past the glow and white hair and green eyes, and he sees that the face is the same. Huh. 

“I’m going to take you back to your apartment. There’s not much I can do for your injuries in the middle of a rooftop.”

Jason can’t do anything to resist as the kid scoops him up as if Jason weighed almost nothing. Then a tingling sensation passed over him, and then they were flying.

--------------------------

A few minutes later, Nightwing arrives on an empty roof. “O, I don’t see him.”

There’s silence for a moment before she speaks. “His tracker is on the move, but it’s moving strangely. Almost as if… It’s almost as if he’s flying.”

“What?” Dick asks and then he hears a grunt from beside the building. He walks over to the edge and stares. 

There on the fire escape are three men dressed in white suits carrying strange weapons. But even stranger is that they’re all frozen in a thick layer of ice to the escape stairs, with the ice encasing them to their elbow and a thin layer over their mouths.

“I think we’ve got a bigger situation. I just found some men dressed in white suits frozen to the fire escape. And they've got some strange weapons.”

“Do you think they’re the agents after Hood’s kid?” Tim asks.

“Might be.” Dick answers.

“This might be good news.” Oracle says. “Nightwing, Hood’s tracker stopped at his apartment. I want you to head over there. Red Robin, head to the possible agent’s location. Try to figure out what you can and see if we need to call the police. I’ll send a message to B. His meeting at the watchtower should be almost over by now anyway.”

“Will do,” Dick and Tim answer.

Hopefully, they can find Jason and the kid, and this situation won’t escalate any further. But Dick has a bad feeling that things will only get more complicated.

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no.27 #Danny fenton #Jason todd #Tim drake #dick gayson #barbara gordon #jason is liminal #giw #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #fanfic #let me see

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hiii! Could you write full headcanon for the M6 with an MC who is the embodiment of the “cute but intimidating” trope please? They’ll smile, wearing cutesy stuff, one second and will annihilate (verbally or physically) someone to defend themselves/their loved ones. I mainly thought of this because I think some of them (Ilya) would be head over heels for someone like that lol

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a cute but intimidating MC

~ I hope you don't mind, anon, but the mental image I keep getting is of a lolita with insane martial arts skills so that's the path I'm taking with these XD - brainrot ~

Julian

As suggested, he is head over heels for you

He loves it when you take the lead. And when that means standing up for him and absolutely annihilating whoever was trying to make him feel small or insignificant all while looking like a snack?

He's proposing. He's proposing today.

He also enjoys indulging any and all of your cutesy habits. He has plenty of (fake) pirate's gold to grab that cute top you were looking at, or keep you well stocked with flowers for your shop/apartment

Will play along with however cutely you act or accesorize

The whole south end knows that their dear Dr Devorak has found The One when they seem him out with you, shamelessly sporting a frilly bow with his usual goth aesthetic and practicing "uwu" speech

(you didn't ask him to do either of those things, he's just whipped)

Somebody did, at some point, mention that you and Portia are very similar in your "looks sweet but can easily destroy you" vibes

It sent Julian into a downward spiral that took a week to get him out of

Asra

They are living for the duality

He's all about free expression, so seeing you be so unashamedly yourself is one of his favorite things in the world

Not to mention that they quite like your fashion sense. They have a bad habit of borrowing some of your clothing items without asking

He meant to ask, he just forgot, and that's why you can't find that Hello Kitty bucket hat. Or those sparkly purple hair clips. Or the tie dye crop top. Or the -

You know what, forget it, they will more than make it up to you by picking up whatever cutesy thing they find on their trips for you

He loves it when people underestimate you because it means he gets to watch you prove them wrong

Exactly the kind of person to hint at a troublemaker's imminent downfall, so that once they confront them about it, they can pull the classic "Oh, I can't hurt you. But they can!" with a shit-eating grin

Likes to make frilly collars/sweaters for Faust to wear so she can be an added intimidating fashion accessory for you

Nadia

She is respectfully intrigued

People at her station tend to gravitate towards aesthetics that suggest power, influence, wealth, or education

It's not that she thinks a cute person can't be any of those things (you are clear proof otherwise), but she's just never seen it done before and she's absolutely fascinated by your design choices

The way you portray one trait while consistently exhibiting another is inspiring and she would like to see more of that please

She is going to challenge herself to design a full combat/training outfit for you, in the cutest design she can come up with

Your sword has flowers carved in the hilt and sparkly gemstones in your favorite colors

She gets flustered every time she remembers you prettying up your sword by tying a hair ribbon on it, only to challenge a noble with it two minutes later for being snobby towards you

You're going to need multiple walk-in closets for all of the cutesy clothes and hidden weapons she's about to gift you

Muriel

He's really not sure what to do with you

He appreciates the softness of your aesthetic, and as much as he likes to grumble, your sweet smiles really brighten up his day

But that kind of shiny can be a little intimidating

And then Morga decided to show you some tough love and teach you how to fight, and oh boy. You're terrifying and it's attractive.

To say that he likes you against his will is an understatement but he will be the first to admit that he's glad it happened anyways

He did like seeing how easily you stood up to Morga, though. He's not used to the feeling of being protected

But as much healthy fear and total fondness he has for you, there is one area of his life that he shares with you which he refuses to budge on

And that is his choice in decor for the hut

You want frilly curtains. Muriel doesn't even want windows

He does find that your embroidered pillow is very comfortable, though, so the bed is yours to decorate as you see fit

Portia

Well aren't you just two peas in a pod

You like cute things? She likes cute things! You like to be friendly to everyone? She likes to be friendly to everyone! You like to put the fear of the unholy into people you don't like? OMG, her too!

The whole world is terrified of you, especially after Nadia saw fit to give you two a ship and significant governmental power with the purpose of establishing Vesuvia as a relevant nation

You also only serve to intensify each other's love of aesthetic cuteness

Portia's cottage has reached a whole new level of "cottage core." You have crocheted napkin rings and matching frilly aprons now

You made cookies shaped like cat butts together and Pepi was so offended that she sulked for a whole 20 minutes

The ambassador ship has sunset sails with flowers painted on them (courtesy of Asra)

Oh, and you've started a fight club in the ship's hold for any sailors interested in testing their mettle against the two of you after the day's duties are finished. You and Portia have an unbroken tie

Lucio

You are a person after his own heart

What, you think he doesn't support being extra and scary at the same time? Please, just look at his golden arm. It does not need to have that much detailing but here he is and he's fabulous

And so are you! Between his mother's tribe, being part of an army, and then being a count, he hasn't spent much time around people who are "cutesy" but he finds that he really likes it

Do not take him to look at accessories with you. This man is a magpie and you are 87% of his impulse control. It is a Bad Idea

If it sparkles and it matches you he will wear it (even if it clashes)

He is also very, very attracted to powerful people. He discovered a whole new level of simping the first time you defended his honor against someone who kept mentioning the "ex-count of Vesuvia"

He will now try to lean into any situation that could potentially end with him getting insulted so he can watch you do that again

He will let you put bows in Mercedes and Melchior's fur

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #the arcana crack #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[joanyio]

weak hero class 1 rant because it’s 4am and im in my feelings and idk how else to deal with them *cracks knuckles* please don’t expect me to be coherent

it’s because of a twitter thread i made and i just wanted to elaborate more

if you didn’t click the link here’s what i said “this montage gets me every time because you realize sooho’s bright personality hid the fact that he was just as alone as sieun was, always sleeping at school for working part-time a lot, probably the reason why he had no friends, also refers to himself as the hyung with his peers. then the montage sequence ends with sieun being considerate, not turning the lights on like he did before and studying in the dark to not disturb sleeping sooho. the same day sieun wakes him up to have lunch together and they unexpectedly click.. in a way it was a friendship built from understanding how differently they lived but also similarly alone, and having each other made their lives a little brighter and i think that’s beautiful.”

also this hyunwook interview..

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i can’t seem to stop overthinking about the little detail that sooho refers to himself as the hyung (형 - older brother) with his same-aged peers (동갑). in korea, age is a huge deal and it dictates most of their social cues, who to respect and how much respect is given. and i can just imagine how arrogant his peers might find him for referring to himself as the hyung, it’s like he acts all high and mighty amongst them.

am not puting all clips of him doing this but i remember the incident with baseball kids in the first ep he told them to bring the passed out dude to the nurse’s office and said “형이 이름 말하면 뒤진다,” literally means “if you say hyung’s (my) name, you’re dead.” (and they aren’t even his same-aged friends because someone murmured “but we’re older than him..” still, they’re high schoolers all the same) in ep 2 “형이라고 부르고싶냐?” literally means “do you wanna call me hyung now?” (or “do you wanna give me respect now?”) in ep 3 while playing pool he said “형이 하는거 잘 봐라,” literally means “watch carefully how hyung does (i do) it.”

[edit: i remembered another instance. in ep 1, yeongbin’s group bothering sieun again in the classroom. sooho was disturbed from his sleep, “why are guys so chatty these days? 형 잠도 못 자게. 형 자도 돼? 응?” literally goes “hyung (i) can’t even sleep (with u mfs being loud). can hyung (i) sleep? hmm?” official subs: “someone’s trying to sleep here. can i sleep in peace? please?”]

i think he does it because he knows he was forced to grow up fast due to his living situation, and in his eyes this made his same-aged peers /more/ childlike(?) and immature compared to him, who’s already grown up and has adult big boy responsibilities to worry about than silly little exams and high school social hierarchy. he’s extroverted and has a sunshine personality, blunt and honest to anyone he talks to. he always knows what to say to kids his age to feel shame for the bullshit they pull. even with older people, the baseball kids, to gilsu “나이 먹고 그게 자랑이야?”

so yeah sleeping a lot at school due to working part-time for hours may have contributed to him not having friends (hello he follows like 5 people in instagram, such a skinny ratio with his 1k+ followers) but also he probably found it hard to relate and saw no reason to put effort in hanging out with them outside inevitable campus interactions. until sieun. sieun who sooho calls a weirdo, who’s really interesting, whose eyes say how empty he must feel inside but you can see the fire in them. sooho probably thought sieun would never initiate a conversation with him but he did approach him for lunch that one time. and finds himself enjoying the company. now he grew to love showing sieun that there’s more to life than studying hard and preparing for college. it’s all mundane things, eating, gaming, karaokeing, playing pool, “let’s drive all night long,” friendship and the kind of company that their families and other people couldn’t give.

sooho’s all sun and bright but he hasn’t found his person until sieun came along. both of them were very self-sacrificial, ready to risk it all and harm anyone to protect each other. i might just forever ache for sooho ending up on his deathbed after going apeshit seeing sieun hide the injury he got on sooho’s behalf.. and sieun throwing away his whole future when he went and hurt everyone who did that to sooho..

it hits different after i read the equivalent chapters in the webtoon because the suho-sieun-focused friendship story was prolonged for the drama adaptation. sooho was kinda not that interesting in the webtoon so i loved everything they changed and added for his character in the drama. but also like im upset because now im endlessly attached to him.. [edit: in case i piss off webtoon!suho lovers, it’s a personal preference. i love him too but i just cant help but be more emotionally attached to drama!suho] like fuck why did they have to write such a tragic friendship story between highschoolers im fucking done

end of rant ugh i hate myself for this

#weak hero class 1 #kdrama #yeon sieun #ahn sooho #ahn suho #mine #sorry for any mistakes english is my second language and korean is my fourth language im still learning it

[dameronscopilot]

you can take it

Marc Spector x f!reader

Summary: As you find yourself restless and needy during Marc's absence, you decide to take matters into your own hands. However, Marc's unexpected return just so happens to coincide with the commencement of your independent activities in the bedroom.

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, porn with essentially no plot, established relationship, masturbation, oral sex (f and m receiving), use of a vibrator, use of a dildo, making/watching porn, anal fingering, anal penetration, unprotected p in v, creampie, choking kink, spit kink, daddy kink, squirting, double penetration in one hole, dirty talk, rough sex, praise kink

Enough is enough.

You groan, haphazardly tossing aside the book that you’ve been making your best attempt to read for the past hour to no avail. Try as you might, harnessing any semblance of focus has been a task in and of itself for the past few days. Marc’s been off the radar for nearly a week now, and though you’ve long since accepted absences like this as an unfortunate hazard of your relationship, the house is just far too quiet when he’s gone. And your bed feels overwhelmingly empty without the warmth of his body slotted beside yours. You’re restless.

Turning to glance at the digital clock perched on the corner of your nightstand, your gaze drops to the drawer, and you shrug as you scoot over and pull it open. You root around inside of it until your fingers clasp a cool, smooth piece of silicone, and you smile to yourself. Well, if Marc’s too damn busy off galavanting and fighting crime for the God of the Moon to come home and fuck you into the mattress, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

When you begin to think of Marc as you slide a hand up your shirt and run a finger over one of your pebbled nipples, an idea occurs to you, something that you’d nearly forgotten about. You reach for your phone. A few days before Marc had taken off, he’d made a suggestion—he wanted to film the two of you having sex. Initially, you felt awkward about the whole idea, because you were too caught up in overthinking each and every blissful facial expression that you made throughout. But now, when you press play on a video of Marc fucking your mouth, drool sliding out from your lips, you automatically clench your thighs together and wonder why you hadn’t thought to watch this days ago. A soft sigh flutters out past your lips as you pinch one of your nipples, firmly rolling it between your thumb and pointer finger.

Propping your phone up on the pillows, you swipe to the next clip, which happens to feature Marc slipping his tongue into your drenched folds. You’d filmed from above as he eagerly ate you out, and the intimate, first-person perspective makes your heart race. In the video, Marc glances up at you and smirks, his lips wet and shiny with your juices, before sliding a finger inside of you and diving back in to meet your folds with a broad stroke of his tongue. Marc is ruthlessly thorough with his lips and tongue, and seeing him in action in the form of a recording makes your skin heat up.

The silence of your bedroom is filled with the audio coming out of your phone speakers—the wet, lewd sounds of Marc eating you out and your shameless, wrecked moans. You shrug off your t-shirt and lie there in your underwear, skimming a hand down your stomach to toy with the waistband. If Marc were here, he’d press a searing, hot kiss to each of your hip bones, his thumbs pressing into your skin as he held you firmly at your waist. Then his tongue would dart out from between his lips to tease at the threshold of your panties before latching onto them with his teeth to drag them down. 

You snake your hand inside of the cotton fabric, running your middle finger over your clit before sliding lower along your folds to feel the moisture pooling at your entrance. Meanwhile, you lift your other hand to swipe to another clip, and your breath hitches in your throat at the scene in front of you. While you’d obviously been there when it had happened, the voyeuristic view of you helping Marc ease a lubed up dildo into his ass while his cock is stuffed in your cunt has your toes curling. Unable to help yourself, you plunge two fingers into your entrance.

You buck your hips in time with Marc’s thrusts in the video, sticky arousal dripping down your palm as you listen to his deep, guttural groan of pleasure once the toy is fully seated inside of him. Fuck, that was so hot. After you’d accidentally teased a finger along the rim of his tight ring of muscle while giving him a blowjob in the shower once, you’d awoken a hungry need for anal stimulation in Marc. The video was the first time he’d finally dared to try using the dildo on himself, and he’d come so hard while he fucked you, his seed was still dripping out of you the next morning after you crawled out of bed to make breakfast (and when he’d found you in the kitchen with a tissue wiping up the cum that was sliding down your thighs, he’d bent you over the kitchen table and cleaned up the rest with his mouth, only stopping to pull out his throbbing cock when you started to beg him to fuck you and fill you again). 

No longer satisfied by the stretch of your fingers alone, you shimmy out of your underwear and turn on the purple vibrator sitting at your hip. Bending your legs at the knee and letting them fall open wide, you rub the silicone toy through your folds to coat it generously in your creamy arousal. You slowly begin to slide it into your entrance, a gasp escaping your lips as your greedy, tight walls eagerly clench down on the object that’s penetrating you. However, even with the pleasant buzz sending tingles of pleasure humming through your abdomen, the vibrator doesn’t compare to the delicious stretch when Marc is seated inside of you. The mere thought of his fat cock spearing you open has your mouth watering as you roll your hips. 

Marc’s name leaves your mouth with a whimper as you begin to imagine the way his balls slap against your ass when he fucks you deep and dirty, the head of his dick pounding against your cervix. At this rate, you’re so desperate to feel him, you’re worried you might end up holding vigil for the rest of his absence bent over naked by your front door. (Marc wouldn’t hesitate to have you right then and there, either. The coat rack in the foyer can certainly attest to Marc’s tendency to lift you up and fuck you against the wall when neither of you have the patience to stumble your way any further into the house.)

“Jesus Christ, baby.”

You startle at the sound of Marc’s voice—it’s too clear to have come from your phone, which fell face down onto the mattress once you began to play with the vibrator. Your heart thrums in your chest, hands slowing to a stop from where you’d been pushing the toy in and out of your entrance as you turn your head. Marc’s leaning heavily against the doorway to your bedroom, and he rakes a hand through his hair as his hooded eyes take in your naked form.

“Marc,” you breathe out. 

He strides over toward the side of the bed, sitting on the mattress beside you and leaning down to brush his nose against yours while running his thumb along your jaw. His familiar, comforting scent envelopes you, and you breathe him in deeply.

His lips find your mouth with a gentle kiss, and he murmurs, “Missed you.”

The nearly forgotten toy continues to buzz as it vibrates inside of you, and you whine in pleasure as Marc licks at the seam of your mouth. 

“Missed you too,” you exhale before relaxing your jaw to let him weave his tongue around yours. 

Marc cups one of your breasts while he kisses you, and you shiver at the feeling of his cold, rough fingers against your warm, soft skin. Pulling away, he glances down to where your hand still holds the toy in a loose grip. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says in a husky tone.

Marc’s eyes remain fixed on you as he stands up and unbuckles his belt, and you slowly begin to pump the vibrator in and out of your wet cunt again. The ache between your thighs grows insistent under the heavy weight of his gaze, and you arch your back, writhing from the pleasure that melts into your gut. 

An appreciative groan leaves Marc when you reach up to tease your breasts, and as you glance over at him again, you find that he’s now naked save for his briefs. The head of his leaking cock insistently pokes out from the top, and pre-cum dribbles down the waistband. At the sight of him squeezing his thick shaft firmly through the fabric, you down on your bottom lip.

“Did you come yet?” He asks, still palming himself.

“Not yet,” you pant out.

“Hmm,” Marc comments mildly, letting his cock spring free as he slips off his underwear and climbs up onto the mattress at the foot of the bed. Resting his hands on your knees and spreading your legs even further apart, he adds, “I think you need more to fill you up.”

You nod, far too impatient to feel him inside of you, but when you go to unseat the silicone toy, Marc reaches down to stop you.

“Keep it in,” he says casually. 

You tilt your head in confusion, admittedly unsure of where exactly Marc’s finding the patience not to sheath himself in your channel when you’re right there, dripping and ready for him. 

“But…” you begin to protest, trailing off as Marc scoots in closer and carefully lifts your legs, resting them on his shoulders, nudging his cock against your entrance beside the toy. Thick, hot tension coils in your gut as you realize what he intends to do, and you nearly whimper as you protest, “Marc, it’s not going to fit.”

Marc leans down to press his lips to yours. “You always take me so fuckin’ well, baby. Don’t you want to try?” 

The thought of having the toy and Marc stuffed into your channel at the same time has your head spinning, and you can’t deny how badly you want to feel it. 

“Yes.”

You grip the sheets, and Marc waits until you nod in affirmation before spitting in his palm and coating his shaft in his saliva. He reaches down, pulling the toy halfway out of your hole, and slowly begins to inch his dick in beside it. The stretch burns as your entrance initially protests the added intrusion, but you’re so fucking aroused by the double penetration that the slick arousal that continues to leak out of you is ample help in easing the process along. Once he’s halfway seated in your snug channel, you let out a choked out sob, and Marc pauses, looking down at you in alarm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

You let out a puff of air, wiggling slightly. “I’m good. I just…I’m…” Marc shifts minutely, his cock slipping a bit further inside of you and pulling the vibrating silicone toy along with it, and you whine brokenly, “It feels so fucking good, Marc.”

Marc gives you a wolfish grin, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. Amusement rumbles in his chest and sparkles in his eyes as he feels you pushing forward. You’re so goddamn full, you’re fucking cock drunk, and at this point, you just want to completely impale your cunt on his fat dick and the vibrator combined.  

His voice is rough as he replies, “Good girl. Knew you could take it.” The praise shoots down your spine and nestles between your legs, and Marc moans when he feels the way your channel clenches down on his length in response. When he finally bottoms out deep inside of your cunt, swallowed entirely by your warmth, you shudder, letting out a shaky breath. Your nerves thrum in anticipation as Marc stills, his own eyes glazing over at the shared feeling of the vibrator massaging your inner walls while it also buzzes against his shaft.

Canting your hips as best as you can while he’s holding you up, you plead, “Fuck me, Marc.”

Marc squeezes your thighs in response before he begins to move, pulling the vibrator along with him as he slides in and out of your wet heat.

“F-fuck,” you whine, your pussy squelching obscenely as Marc begins to ravage your hole. 

He leans forward, folding your legs close to your chest as he nips at your bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth. 

“Open,” Marc murmurs as his hips snap against you, spearing you with his shaft.

Marc wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp as you part your lips for him, and he spits in your waiting mouth. You readily swallow it, licking your lips and letting them drop open once more. Marc tightens his grip as he pounds into you, and you begin to feel pleasantly dizzy as he gives you exactly what you want: another glob of spit aimed for the back of your throat. 

Marc’s thrusts grow more desperate as he starts to jackhammer his cock into you, and the vibrator nearly slips out, but he swiftly reaches down and shoves it back inside of you as hard as he can at the same moment he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out, your legs trembling as you start to lose your composure. He cups the side of your face, pressing his thumb to your lower lip, and you turn your head to pull his middle and pointer fingers into your mouth. Marc’s hips stutter as you bob your head, sloppily sucking on the digits. His other hand finds its way to your mound, fingers applying pressure to your swollen clit, and the heat in your abdomen blazes white-hot. 

“Come on daddy’s cock, baby,” Marc instructs you, watching the way your entire body is quivering from the stimulation.

With two of Marc’s fingers stuffed into your mouth and nearly gagging you, another rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, and his cock buried deep in your cunt alongside the thrumming silicone toy, your climax washes over you in a vibrant, writhing wave of pleasure, and a stream of clear liquid gushes out of you and squirts all over him. 

Marc moans as you soak him with your release, the vibrator slipping out of your hole and dropping onto the mattress as your creamy, white fluids drip down his cock. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you with fervor before finally coming undone, spilling inside of you and filling your cunt with ropes of thick, hot cum. 

You hastily reach down to shut off the vibrator, shoving it aside as Marc puts your legs down and collapses beside you. When he begins to pulls you into his arms, you hear the distinct, breathy sounds of sex coming from somewhere nearby. Marc quirks an eyebrow and reaches a hand out, searching beneath the tangle of blankets and pillows until he finds your phone. 

When he realizes what you were watching, he hums thoughtfully, “Guess we should make some more of these then, huh?”

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#Moon Knight #Moon Knight fanfiction #Moon Knight smut #Marc Spector fanfiction #Marc Spector smut #Marc Spector x reader #Moon Knight x reader #Oscar Isaac fanfiction #dee writes

[betterbooktitles]

What makes a Jesuit boys’ school so entertaining is the irreverence in the face of certain damnation. There were adult authority figures, some imbued with the ability to forgive Mortal Sin, telling us we were going to Hell if we didn’t take our morality seriously. In response, we laughed and cracked jokes. We laughed so hard, in part, because the stakes were so high. If you could mock the Most Important Question, you could likely laugh off anything.

Humor was what opened me up to the idea that I didn’t share the values of the men teaching me to be a “good” person. Humor also taught me that I didn’t have to accept any of it.

The first time I heard shade thrown at the Theology department was during my freshman year when my favorite teacher sitting in a room in the fourth floor English department, in an entirely separate building from the Theology and History classrooms asked “what movie are they showing you over there this week?” It was true that for half the year, Theology teachers showed movies 40 minutes at a time to make important philosophical points. They screened The Matrix, Life is Beautiful (watched in tandem with our reading of Man’s Search for Meaning), and, my personal favorite The Shawshank Redemption which they showed to us in the summer before 9th grade to let us know what Jesuit school would resemble: something close to surviving solitary confinement. If you had music in your mind, you might make it out. I don’t doubt the efficacy of showing these movies to us to teach moral lessons. It was a better strategy than trying to force teenagers to read. I had never heard anyone mock the department, though, especially not another teacher.

To be clear, this scrutiny, at least of the lay teachers in the Theology department was justified. They fed us one-sided anti-intellectual drivel that had almost nothing to do with Catholic Dogma. Instead of learning about a biblical text, we spent hours listening to a guy tell us evolution was “just a theory,” that being gay was a choice, and that abortion was wrong in any instance (whatever your personal beliefs, understand that it’s kind of hard to hear both sides of that argument at an all-male school where the adult men were the authority on ethics). Then they showed us clips from Fox News of Terri Schiavo and told us the “correct” Christian response to the news.

One day, again in my freshman year when I was scared to question anything because of an inordinate fear that I could be thrown out of school at any moment, our Theology teacher pressed play on The Emperor’s Club (a 2002 Kevin Kline movie about a boy’s prep school that served in our teacher’s mind as some ethic antithesis to the more beloved (and frankly more entertaining) Dead Poets Society). A student in the back row raised his hand, and our teacher paused the movie. We sat in the dark room and rolled our eyes. Make this quick, buddy. We’ve got a movie to watch here!

“Jeff?” our teacher said, lifting his eyebrows.

“Yes, I was wondering about the prayer we read before class today,” Jeff said. He was a senior, a bit portly which was only noticeable because many kids did not bother buying new dress shirts every year. Once the stress of school forced you to eat your feelings four years in a row, you wound up with a gut putting pressure on your old shirts’ buttons. “It says in the prayer…” Jeff continued, “that Jesus descended into Hell. What’s that about?” 

“Well,” our teacher said, looking excited to finally talk about religion instead of answering some weird kid’s question about the ethics of having sex with aliens should they ever land on Earth, “according to scripture, we know the gates of Heaven were closed for a time, so when Jesus died he descended into hell first to free other righteous souls…”

“Yeah, a quick follow-up on that,” Jeff said, sounding interested, “does anyone believe this shit?” 

The cackles that erupted in the room nearly overwhelmed our teacher’s angry tirade. Jeff was sent to the Vice Principal’s office to await his judgment. It hadn’t occurred to me until that moment you were allowed not only to question those teaching us about religion but you were allowed to reject the faith altogether. 

From there, every argument began to collapse, mostly through funny moments:

A teacher tried to tell us IVF was wrong because “you have to jerk off into a cup. It’s not right.” One kid announced: “I’ve done weirder!” Guffaws. Cheers.

Another teacher claimed gay sex was always wrong because the sex itself was not ‘open to creating human life,’ to which a brave gay student volunteered “Oh, I’m open to it. I’ll keep trying and let you know if there’s a miracle.” Applause. 

When a teacher said video games could be considered a sin if they distract you from work, someone, half-asleep in the front row, let out a loud “Ah, shut up!” that made us all giggle.

My fellow students weren’t playing the game, arguing with the teacher on his terms, using logic. They were dismissing the arguments flippantly, and no adult could reply unless they were funny themselves. 

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[deanstead]

Murder Next Door || Part 1

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When one of Jay’s neighbours is found dead, both he and Y/N find themselves right smack in the middle of what could turn out to be a very dangerous situation.

Word Count: 2,689

Tags/Warnings: canon-typical mentions of murder, blood, idiots-in-love

A/N: So this is another one of those "Resa's brain is at it again" but it got a little... long HAHA. So I'm splitting it into parts. I'm not sure how many parts there will be yet, so we'll see!

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Part 2

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, ducking into the apartment building quickly to get out of the wind. Winters in Chicago were seriously brutal.

As you turned to close the door behind you, the door was stopped with a forceful bang as someone put his hand against the glass to stop it, the sound making you jump.

You exhaled, blinking back at the person.

He had a black cap on, almost covering his eyes, his scarf was pulled up almost to his nose, and his other hand was jammed tight into his pocket.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Cold night, didn’t wanna have to dig around for my keys.” His voice was smooth and clipped.

You didn’t say anything, just gave a small polite smile before you headed back up. By the time you crossed the threshold into Jay’s apartment, the encounter had already been forgotten, your eyes falling on the pizza boxes on the table.

“Finally. I’m starving.” Jay complained, his head already leaning on the back of his couch as he angled his head to look at you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Sorry, the meeting took a lot longer than I expected.”

Jay just pulled himself off the couch and headed towards the table.

“I was supposed to pay for dinner.” You told him, glancing up to look straight at him.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and eat.” He answered, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite off it.

You’d been crashing at Jay’s apartment for a while, partly because he had a spare room and partly because he’d found out about the problem with your previous apartment and had bullied you into staying.

But you also knew the real reason why you’d been hesitant to move in.

Maybe things would have been much easier if you weren’t in love with your best friend. But it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in the matter. You’d almost called Will instead, since you'd known the brothers forever, but you felt like you’d be encroaching too much on Will’s space considering he only had the one bedroom he slept in.

So you found yourself here, sitting across from Jay, munching on pizza that he hadn’t even let you pay for considering you were freeloading at his house.

“What?”Jay asked, his eyes narrowing at you.

You shrugged. “Thinking of a gift, plotting your murder, you’ll never know Halstead.”

Jay rolled his eyes and you laughed, hiding everything else behind it. Just another normal night with your best friend.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.

Your first instinct was to blame Jay for the extra bottle of beer he’d handed to you the previous night, but when you sat up and swung your legs off the bed, logic found its way to you and you knew two bottles of beer would definitely not give you a hangover.

Trying to ignore the pounding, you got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

The house was quiet, which meant Jay had already left, so you pulled open the drawer, grimacing when you realized you’d forgotten to refill the aspirin.

With a sigh, you closed the drawer again. The pounding had somewhat subsided but not totally. You were glad that at least you didn’t have any meetings today. Today was supposed to be writing day which worked out because you could take things at your own pace.

Throwing on some clothes that were a bit more decent, you headed for the door, locking Jay’s door behind you before you froze.

“Jay?”

Jay was standing about two doors down, next to Kevin, looking into his neighbor's house with that expression you called his detective face. That’s when you saw the yellow crime scene tape right across the doorway and registered that Jay had his police vest on.

“Y/N, I didn’t think you were still…” Jay paused when he turned to look at you. “You okay?”

You shook your head. “Migraine, I think. But we’re out of aspirin. I’m just gonna…” You pointed.

Kevin gave Jay a nod and he stepped towards you. “Bad?” He put his hand on your forehead gently and you were acutely aware that Kevin was watching.

“No fever. Do you want me to make the run?” Jay asked, keeping his voice low.

“Detective Halstead, focus.” You teased gently, trying to hide the fact that your heartbeat had picked up. “What are you doing here? Everything okay?”

Jay glanced behind him. “Yeah, we need to interview everyone on the floor anyway so why don’t you go back in and I’ll be in shortly.”

“Can you interview me?” You asked, an eyebrow raising.

Jay let out a short laugh. “You’re a witness, Y/N. Not a suspect. Get back in there, and lie down. I’ll be right there.”

You rolled your eyes at him for fussing over a migraine but you were also secretly glad you didn’t have to go all the way to the store.

By the time Jay came back into his apartment, you were sprawled on the couch and definitely in need of that aspirin.

You heard Jay bustle into his own kitchen before he pressed the pill in one hand and then handed you the glass of water.

You felt the liquid trickle down your throat, bringing the aspirin tablet with it, before you glanced back up at him.

Jay frowned. “You didn’t have that much to drink last night. Should I be worried?”

You would have rolled your eyes if not for the splitting headache.

“I’m fine.” You said, propping yourself upwards. “So what’s going on?”

Jay’s expression took a heavier look now as he sat himself on his coffee table so he was facing you directly.

“The house two doors down? Did you know her?”

You glanced up at him, your eyebrows bunching together in confusion. “The blonde girl?”

Jay nodded.

You raised an eyebrow now. “She’s your neighbor, Jay.” You paused but when he didn’t say anything you went on. “I met her a few times around... You know, like in the stairwell, or the lift, but we didn’t really talk or anything, I don’t even know her name. What’s going on?”

Jay gave an audible exhale and you knew him well enough to know what followed wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Someone called in a dead body.”

A silence followed his statement.

“No.” The word escaped your lips like a whisper. “And I assume it’s not natural?”

Jay gave you a sad look and shook his head. “Preliminarily? Definitely not.” He paused. “You know I can’t tell you more.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Did you see anything yesterday or recently that was out of the ordinary?” Jay asked, and you could even hear the conflict in his voice. Like he hoped you did so that he could crack the case, but he also hoped you didn’t so you wouldn’t be wrapped up in all this.

“Like I said, I don’t even know her name. Off the top of my head, I don’t think there was anything. I always saw her alone.” You answered. “Sorry.”

Jay shook his head. “You know, if you think of anything…”

You gave him a small teasing smile. “I’ll call, Detective. I already have your number.”

Jay rolled his eyes but glanced back down at you as he stood. “How’s the head?”

You nodded. “Better.”

Jay reached down to ruffle your hair in that annoying way he did even though he knew you hated it. “I’ll be late, obviously. I’ll call Will to check in on you.”

“Do not.” You warned, even though you knew it was useless.

Jay just smiled, waved, and headed out the door.

Abbie Walker, 27.

The words stared back at Jay from where he sat at his desk. Jay hadn’t known her personally, he hadn’t even known her name and the only interaction they had had was probably polite smiles and nods as a form of greeting, but this still felt like it hit a little too close to home. Literally.

It was only as Adam walked into the bullpen that Jay tore his eyes away from the photo they’d put on the board.

“Medical Examiner’s report. They count twelve stab wounds.” Adam said, with a grim look on his face, handing Jay the report.

Jay frowned. “That much overkill?”

Jay’s eyes raked over the report quickly before he handed it back to Voight for him to take a look.

Before Voight could say anything, Kim jogged up the stairs. “Jay, you need to take a look at this.” She said, her voice was slightly urgent as she headed straight for her desk and pushed the USB drive she had into her computer.

“We got the traffic pod that has a view of the front of your building.” Kim said, pulling the slider across the video to the part she wanted to show Jay.

“We cleared almost everyone who came in within three hours before and after Abbie’s estimated time of death. Except two people. One is a guy who delivered flowers, Kevin’s on that. The other person is this guy.”

Jay squinted, leaning forward to take a closer look.

“Wait stop.” Jay said, as there was a ringing in his ears.

Kim nodded, pulling the video backwards again. “This is why I wanted to show you. That’s Y/N, isn’t it? Heading in right before him?”

“Damn it.” Jay muttered, his eyes registering the timestamp on the video as Kim pressed play again and he watched the tape of you heading in, and the guy behind you reaching out to hold the door to make sure it didn’t close before he slipped in.

Hailey shook her head. “Jay, maybe she didn’t…”

Jay let out a sigh. “With our luck?” He glanced at Voight.

Voight nodded. “Kim, Jay, go.”

While the rest spread out to follow on the other evidence they had on hand, Kim nodded, following Jay to his truck as he sped off back towards home, where he knew you would be.

You’d barely settled at the table and opened your laptop when the door opened.

You glanced up with somewhat of an exasperated look on your face, expecting to see the redhead Halstead standing there. Instead, you frowned in confusion.

“Jay? What are you doing…” Your voice trailed off as you noticed Kim right behind him.

“Hey, Y/N.” Kim called.

You smiled back at Kim, giving her a small wave, although your frown deepened when you glanced back at Jay.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

Jay glanced at you as he and Kim sat in chairs facing you. “You were home late last night, did you see anyone?”

You shook your head before you paused.

“What is it?” Jay prompted, noticing the change in your demeanor immediately.

Kim sat up a little straighter and you looked at her before you glanced back at Jay. “There was this guy… Uh… I remember because he gave me a shock.”

Jay’s frown deepened.

You shook your head, reading Jay’s expression immediately. “No, he just stopped me from closing the door. The sound gave me a shock. He said… he said it was too cold and that I was saving him the trouble of digging for his keys.”

Jay glanced at Kim.

“What’s…” Your voice trailed off because you’d already reached the conclusion. “Oh my god… no…”

Kim nodded at Jay. “I’ll call Hailey.”

As Kim excused herself, Jay got up, rounding around the table to squat in front of you. “You couldn’t have known, alright? Did you see his face?”

You shook your head. “No, he had a… a scarf draped over the lower half of his face. It was cold, I didn’t think…”

Jay shook his head more vigorously this time, reaching for your hand and squeezing gently. “Don’t do that.”

You glanced up, belatedly realizing how close Jay really was to you, the air feeling like it was sucked out from the room.

Jay blinked back at you before he lifted his hand from yours quickly. Before the awkward tension could fully permeate the room, Kim walked back in. “Jay, we gotta…”

Jay cleared his throat, pulling backwards as he nodded at Kim.

“You going to be okay?” He asked, with a final look back at you.

You smiled and nodded. “Go save the city.”

You watched Jay and Kim walk out, the front door clicking shut behind them, before you turned back towards your computer.

You were going to work and you were not going to think anymore about what had happened next door, you told yourself even as another ‘what if’ floated through your mind.

Jay didn’t come back that night, even though he’d called to check in on you and offer to have Will come over. You’d rolled your eyes over the phone and promised him that you’d latch the door so well that even if he did come home, he’d have to sleep on the corridor outside.

Even so, you knew Jay was behind it when Will called you all of ten minutes later to offer to bring food over. You relented with a “Fine, you worried I’m going to forget your stupid face?”

So Will had come over with food, which actually saved you a trip and you’d spent the night catching up with him, rolling your eyes as he gently teased you about how you only wanted to hang out with Jay.

But you were grateful that at least Will’s presence had taken your mind off a lot of other things.

By the next day, you were pretty much back to yourself. Jay had always been a little protective of you, even from the time you guys had been in school, and he was probably feeling a bit of heat from the case being a little too close to home. So you told yourself that you’d humor him, and that the Halsteads were just being… the Halsteads.

You’d gone about the day like any normal day but reminded yourself not to stay out too late, just going out for a short meeting with one of your publishers before you came home, or rather Jay’s apartment.

You smiled a little to yourself, realizing how the word ‘home’ resonated in your mind along with Jay, although it came with the bittersweet taste of the feelings you’d kept buried in your heart for so many years.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a knock at the door.

You headed towards the door, wondering if it was Will again, and telling yourself if it was Jay, you were going to remind him that this was his apartment and that he didn’t need to go out of his way to make you comfortable.

But when you opened the door, it was neither Halstead.

The guy standing at Jay’s door was dressed in a CPD jacket, the kind that patrol put on sometimes, along with a police cap that was sitting snugly on his head.

You frowned a little, glancing to the side for sight of a non-existent partner.

“I’m from CPD, we have some follow up questions about the murder down the hall. Do you mind if I come in?”

You felt your eyebrows unconsciously bunch together. Even if Jay couldn’t come himself for any reason, there was no way that he would send anyone other than Intelligence members in his place. And the fact that this officer was alone here was way too suspicious as well.

Your eyes flicked to where the officer’s hand was resting on Jay’s door.

You weren’t sure what would happen if you tried to forcefully close the door right now. If he pushed back, he’d overpower you easily.

You bit the inside of your cheek. As you stood there, trying to calculate all the possibilities in your head to decide what was the next thing you were supposed to do, he took another step forward closer to you, essentially forcing you to step backwards instinctively, his hand pushing the door open just a little wider.

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[hornytome]

I hope this ask isn't too NSFW, but please don't feel pressured to answer if it is!

What are the most important parts of topping? I don't have any experience, and the videos I've found don't exactly explain things. Do you have any advice?

Yay!!! Hi!! I love asks like this! I’ll go into the mindset and the mechanics. If you have any more questions, please please shoot me a message! I love talking about this kind of stuff.

Mindset:

Openness and flexibility. Pay attention to what your bottom is liking, what they don’t like. Take a second and feel around down there to see is they’re wet or if they’re dripping precum. Comment on it, tell them how sexy they are, say the dirty shit that you keep in your head out loud. Have a conversation beforehand about what they like and dislike.

Be open to them not liking something you LOVE, and vice versa. Try not to have expectations, just be open to whatever your bottom wants to give you. Give yourself in your totality to your bottom.

Mechanics:

Now for the fun part! Take your time getting them dripping wet. Be patient, when you think you’ve done enough, do more.

Kiss up her neck, nip and lick and suck. See if behind the ear is an erogenous zone for her, or where her neck meets her shoulder.

Work down to her tits and see if she’s sensitive there. Watch for her breathing, see if she responds to your fingers playing with her nipples or your mouth. Play the long game. Run your fingers through her wetness and make her taste it. Take the lead (if that’s the dynamic) and be brave.

Clip your nails and slip your fingers in her real slow at first, starting with one and working up to 2 or 3. Compliment her and make her feel sexy by verbally acknowledging how turned on she is. It’ll make her feel dirty.

If you eat her out, go slowly and don’t focus solely on the clit. Lick around her in her lips and folds, maybe try slipping some tongue in her hole if you want.

When it comes to actually fucking her, be prepared to use a lot of lube. Try MANY positions to see what feels good for her. I highly recommend a g-spot dildo and cowgirl. Prepare to be out of breath and sore and uncomfortable. That’s what you trade off for having the privilege to fuck the gorgeous person below you. Also be prepared for bruising on the vulva. It’ll feel like someone punched you in the pussy the next day.

When it’s time to put it in, tease her a little bit. Slide it up and down her slit and play with the wetness. Put it in VERY SLOWLY, unless she’s experienced/or asks for that. Start by pumping in and out slowly, watch her face and her breath, encourage her to ask and tell you how she’s feeling. Find the pace that’s comfortable for you when you get into it. She might like it super slow, or she might be into getting pounded like a whore sometimes, like Edith.

Ultimately, if I had to boil it down: your mind set should be focused on the other person and making them feel good. I’ve noticed that the more I focus on her, the more fun I end up having. Another thing, treat her well. Lastly, your own confidence will make or break it. It might come naturally to you, it might not. Just don’t agonize, just take some deep breaths and jump in head first. Enthusiasm and authenticity are the best.

If there’s a power exchange undertone in which you’re leading the show, your own confidence is critical. Your partner is depending on you to guide them and make them feel good. Don’t be embarrassed. She wants you, or else her pussy wouldn’t be dripping otherwise.

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[igotanidea]

Just an apple... <?> - a Sandman fanfiction

I dedicate this to @wickedly-grim who inspired the story by this post:

Can anyone do a fic or a fanart of a clueless reader tossing/handing Morpheus an apple and then Dream automatically thinking they are engaged now so he’s way more touchy and friendly with them (due to the fact that he thinks they are in a relationship now). All while the reader has no clue about anything, and is wondering why (maybe her boss) the scary king of nightmares is being kind and touchy with her?

If anyone doesn’t know, giving an apple to someone is basically a marriage proposal in Greece.

JUST AN APPLE

Ok. Let’s make thing crystal clear. Being human is hard. Being human who’s familiar with some supernatural power beings (yes, I mean the Endless) is ten times harder. Imagine riding the biggest rollercoaster in the theme park. And then add to it riding it after eating a really big dinner. It’s the greatest recipe for catastrophe. Or at least gastric catarrh. I mean, if you think about it – these being are eternal. They existed long before human race and will be around after any other living thing become extinct. They are powerful, knowledgeable, teasing and have undeniable effect on the human world. But then, it seems like it works the other way round too. No matter how smart the Endless may be one second, they are completely oblivious to customs and habits of people. And that can sometimes lead to some unexpected situations. Serious situations.

I’ve been around the Endless for quite a while now. No matter how crazy that may sound my best friend of them was actually Death herself. From the outside we must have seemed like an unusual besties but it worked quite well. I was rather quiet and observant with a bit of a snarky and sarcastic attitude while she was more of a motherly approach and love-for-live vibes. I suppose I was just telling myself we were complementary to one another. Then one day I get to meet her brother, Dream. Oh, god, what a meeting that was. At the time being I had a job as a waitress and their appearance out of nowhere almost caused me to drop the tray with the dishes.  

-What are u doing here? – I hissed as I spotted not one, but two of the Endless just casually sitting at the table.

-Just having fun, y/n – Death flashed me one of her widest smile.

-Fun? – I raised my eyebrow – you surely do, but your friend here seems like he is about to get crucified.

-He’s not my friend, he’s my brother Don’t mind his broody attitude, he’s going through a lot of things.

-Ok, well, ok. Nice to meet you….? What was your name again? Or more like what do you represent.

-I’m Dream of the Endless.

-His true name is Morpheus – his sister added – you can call him that.

-Under no circumstances ….

-Pleasure, Morpheus– I nodded and reached my hand towards him. For a second he was eyeing it with no intention of shaking so I just put it away awkwardly – right, is there anything I can get you two? We got delicious peas soup as a main course today.

-What is the purpose ….. – Dream started, lips pouted, still grumpy, but Death cut him off.

-We’d like that very much, thank you, y/n – she smiled again. As I left them to collect the order I was able to hear muted conversation.

-Behave Dream, be nice. She’s my friend and a really nice person to be honest. Besides, you are supposed to taste a bit of humanity to understand it better, so stop brooding.

-I am not brooding.

-Oh, come on, brother, you are scaring everyone here. Look around – she waved her hand and as a matter of fact all of the guest in the restaurant seemed a bit intimidated by Dream’s presence.

-They should be scared. I am the one who can give them nightmares after all. And trust me, some of them truly deserve them.

-Dream! – Death clipped him round the ear gently and got a sad and confused look in return – just observe. See how they enjoy their time together, please, for God’s sake just try to do the same.

-Here’s your soup. Enjoy it – I smiled returning and serving them their dishes.

-Thank you, y/n. This looks delicious. Dream? Is there something you’d like to say to our friend.

-She’s not … - he started but a cold glare from his sister made him change the sentence – thank you, I guess.

That was a year ago. Even since I was trying my best to warm Dream up to human race and show him that we are actually not that bad. Not of my own volition, but only because Death asked me too. She was worried about her sibling becoming some sort of eremite, detached from everyone and everything, denying any positive feelings that came his way. I couldn’t say no to her. So, I was balancing my job, crumbles of my social life and a relation with some certain Endless. If you can call it like that.

-Why are you always like that? – I asked him  one day while we were walking in the park.

-Like what?

-Distant. Cold. Black – I hesitated pointing towards his coat.

-Why should I be anything else?

-Because you are dream. Aren’t they supposed to be more vibrant? Emotional? Lively? What’s with the sad attire?

-I’d rather not speak about it.

-Of course not – I sighed. – But fine, let’s not talk. How about we get some ice cream instead.

-Ice cream? – he was dumbfounded

-Yes. Come on – I grabbed his hand and draw him towards the ice cream stall. I only stopped when I reached it, and then noticed the inexplicable expression on his face.

-Dream? Are you all right?

-You touched my hand.

-I guess I did….?

-Why?

-Why? – I repeated not quite understanding what he meant by that – Oh, you’re seriously asking me that. Well, I suppose I was just trying to … make you move?

-And taking my hand was necessary for that?

-I… - God, he was really hard to be around sometimes. – I guess not. I’m sorry.

-Don’t ever do this again. It’s courtesy enough that I tolerate you and your presence.

-I’m sorry? – his simple sentence stroke a nerve in me. – tolerate my presence? Believe me if it wasn’t for the promise I made to Death….. – I shook my head – unbelievable – it’s not like I kissed you or something – Dream eyed me when I said that – whatever. Can we just get those damn ice cream and move on with our lives?

-I would accept that offer.

So, yeah, it was that kind of relation. We would meet every week to introduce Dream to every other human attraction. Sometimes it was something simple, like hiking sometimes something more complex (in Dream’s own words) like a visit to the cinema (which only happened once as we were kicked out of the movie theater). However, he was still pretty hesitant when it came to forming a bond. I felt him warm up a little but it was taking him literal ages. After all, what is time if you are an eternal being? Sometimes, if she was not busy, Death would join us. And since she was a foodie those meetings usually took places in my restaurant. Ironically, the place where me and Morpheus met.

-What can I get you today, my friends? – I asked and pretended like I didn’t notice Dream shudder at the words

-Surprise us, y/n. I’d like something new. And Dream will take the same thing as I.

-I am fully capable of deciding for myself.

-So what can I get you then, Dream? – I turned towards him

-I… I will get whatever my sister gets- he looked down almost shyly.

-Delightful. I got something special coming for you two right away.

If only I knew what kind of situation I would get myself involved in… I suspected nothing when I gave the Endless apple dessert. It was a hollowed-out fruit filled with creamy and a bit sour stuffing.

-Bon appetite – I obliviously smiled but it quickly faded away as I saw Dream’s face. – Is something wrong?

Death was quick to catch up on the situation but obviously she said nothing just sitting there trying to suppress her laugh.  

-Is that really what you’re giving me?

-Yeah, you said you wanted whatever your sister takes. Don’t you like it? I can take it back if…

-No. Thank you. I understand the message.

-What message? – I was confused beyond recognition but decided to let it go since it was Dream. – You know what, I don’t want to know. Enjoy your meal.

-Did she really just… ? – Morpheus asked his sister when the girl was out of sight.

-I know nothing. I do not interfere in your affairs dear brother. You go and figure this out on yourself – she answered with her mouth full with the dessert.

To say the next couple of day were crazy would be a serious understatement. Dream, who was unapproachable for the past year suddenly became more touchy. Wherever we were going he found every possible excuse to brush his hand against mine or stand closer than usual or even trying to grab my waist when we were walking. Not that I was complaining but that was highly confusing. One day when we were sitting on the bench he awkwardly moved so our thighs were touching and that was the breaking point.

-What the hell, Dream? – I jumped from the bench – what do you think you’re doing?

-I don’t understand what you mean, y/n.

-You’ve been acting bizzare for the last week. All that touchy-feely? All the affection? This is not you. I would risk saying you’re making fun out of me, but again… it’s you, so what is this about?

-Is this not how I should behave?

-Should behave?  Why?

-We are betrothed now, so the situation would require a bit of closeness.

-Come again? We are what?

-Betrothed.

-Where on Earth did you get that idea?!

-From you.

-Dream, I swear to God, elaborate on your sentences or I’m going to explode – I was rubbing my forehead in pure frustration.

-You gave me an apple and I accepted.

-I gave you…. Oh my god, do not tell me I got myself in some sort of Persephone situation here.

-In Greece giving one an apple means a proposal.

-IT MAY HAVE SUCH MEANING IN SOME ANCIENT TIMES! – I yelled but quickly calmed myself after receiving some damning look from the pedestrians. – Damn it, Dream. I don’t know what century you’re living in, but I;m definitely a XXI century girl. No fruit, vegetable or plant means engagement here. Do you understand me?

-But…

-Do. You Understand. Me? – I grabbed his coat and looked him straight into the eyes. – Do you?

-I do. Now, you might want to let go of my cloak – here it is again.

-Great.  I missed your warning tone. We are not and will never be engaged. Betrothed, if you like. But I got to admit that was a great development. Last Monday you wouldn’t even say we were friends and now this. However irrational it seems, I’m proud of you, Morpheus. You are growing.

-Maybe you are the reason of it – he smirked and for the first time it actually made me blush. Perhaps there was something new coming for this relation after all.

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[singto-prachaya]

Did I make a banner specifically for this post? Yes I did. This is a post to introduce you to Offroad Kantapon and Daou Pittaya who are currently starring in the BL Love In Translation. Get to know these two and their close soulmates bond through this post.

Let's start first with a short history lesson: Both participated in the survival show Lazicon (started airing October 9, 2021) and it was the first time they met each other. They became close in a short amount of time and you would often see them holding insta lives together. For a compilation of how they acted with each other during those lives as well as some Lazicon clips I made a fanvideo a while back. I never published it because it was just something I wanted to make for myself and one other person.

Now since the post will be long you can find the rest under the read more link.

One thing Offroad wanted during Lazicon was to perform in the final with Daou and some of his close friends from Insight Entertainment. This would have happened if Daou was fully recovered from having covid but he wasn't. So the performance was without him. Daou however was present through a video call. During a performance were all Lazicon contestants sung together Offroad looked at the screen, saw Daou and started crying. A timestamped video were you can see Offroad getting emotional.

Not in front of my salad! Straight to this point. If you watched my fanvideo or at least a part of it skinship between those two is pretty normal. However if you are contantly all over each other it can cause people to want you to get a room! Especially their band members. There is this behind the scenes clip of Rak Diao in which they made an appearance and check out the timestamped part. Watch for about 20 sec.

Close friends! Daou has some close friends. A couple were from Insight and they had no problem with spilling some tea sometimes. Frank who is now DVI said during a live with the boys and some other contestants "It looks like they are flirting". Daou is also close with Joong Archen and he also had some things to say. "What everyone sees is just a little bit. Joong saw a lot more than that". And he mentioned once how Daou has never taken care of someone like this before not even his close friends. Also during a live with Joong and Daou, Daou got called. Joong then was like "Who is calling? Is that handsome boy. The blond haired one".

The part with Joong starts at 1:45

Jealousy what's that? Anyone who has been in the fandom long enough knows how they talk to each other on twitter and IG. One thing is pretty clear, Daou doesn't like it when Offroad shows to much skin. And he will let it know pretty clearly. Ban hammer gifs, talking about how he has the full sized picture, trying to pull Offroad's shorts, you name it. When the trailer of Our Days was released Offroad appeared half naked in it a couple times and fans then took screenshots and put shirts on Offroad to cover him up. Atime26 even released an edited trailer with those shirts on twitter. The inpact! Most recently Offroad wore a shirt with tiny holes in it and Daou called it see through. And during a recent twitch stream of Daou a fan asked if they could buy a see through shirt for Offroad. They could, but fans can only look. Another recent jealousy example here!

Talking about each other! They talk a lot about each other. Good things but sometimes things can also get sad. I will start here around the time Daou posted that he had to go into the army (he had to enlist 1 November 2022). Offroad commented and said "Eat well. I wish you luck, no suffering, no call, no disease. 👏❤️ Send your heart to me. I love you so much. I will do my best here. Let's go". The last day before Daou's enlistment a podcast was posted by The Modernist with the Laz1 boys. There was also a written version and let me copy a part. One question that was asked was "Choose one person and tell him your innermost feelings".

Offroad: But if I want to talk to another person who is very special, that is, I want to talk about P'Wu. Because he was the only person in the group who saw me from the beginning. I want to say that my place is like this. What I want to say is that I want him to see that I'm getting better. (Crying so much that he couldn't breathe) I wanted to tell him that. I have been with him for a long time and he is another person who has fulfilled me to be here as well.

Offroad has said a couple times before that he felt like he was a burden to Daou because he felt like he wasn't good enough.

During the last day they also had last fanmeet. And when Daou grabbed the microphone to talk he put his arm around Offroad's shoulder. And then when he started talking Offroad broke down (video linked there).

And here someone made a tiktok about the enlistment.

They had to work in pairs after the first round in Lazicon and Daou picked Offroad.

Special person talk during EMF fandom live today.

Couple rings! Daou lied to Offroad and said his fanclub wanted to buy a ring so they needed Offroad's ring size. Turned out Daou wanted to buy couple rings. A fan found out it were Cartier rings worth 1500 euro's each. And Daou isn't even rich. During EMF fandom live today there was more couple rings talk.

This was for an interview with Mint Magazine. Full trans for the interview here. As a long term fan I was confused by their answer because for me it's always been a 10. Not sure how it could have gotten more.

Daou talking about how in BL series the characters at least have to love each other but that they don't have to force themselves since they already have a close relationship. Full interview here and you can use google trans on the webpage.

Couple song! Last part. Daou and Offroad's fandom name is Nubdao and they have a song called Nubdao which was written by them and which is about each other. Nubdao means counting the stars.

Translation of this song in a comment here

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[elphantasmo]

How to use strategy to follow the G1:

The first tip I am going to dole out is just pay for njpwworld. It's like 7 bucks USD and you won't be fighting for your life on the high seas. When signing up, use Google translate and sign up with the site in Japanese. Once you get logged in, switch the site language to English and you are good to go. For some reason the site bugs out if you try to register in English. 🤷

Secondly, NJPW posts all of the cards and the order they are in ahead of time. You can check on the schedule page. The results page on the same website will give you just that, the results. This is going to be key so if you are fast forwarding to watch just one match, you know where to stop. If there is a change in the card for any reason, they will announce it at the very start of the show, on Twitter, and on the website.

Now, you want to get a feel for the storylines? Your best bet is to watch the backstage comments. The only people that get in-ring promo time on these tours are the winners of the main event. Everyone else gets to be unhinged backstage. There are three places you can find the promos; njpwworld, njpwworld Twitter, and Youtube. They go up pretty quickly and get subtitled, but give the translators a day to get the subs up. YouTube will have them broken up by match, Twitter is by person, and njpwworld is all of them in one long ass video. Be warned: some people might do A Bit during the whole tour. Kenta absolutely totally didn't shill his book. ELP kept eating hamburgers. Jay White had the ToJay show. You get the point. It's wild. You'll find the ones you want to watch.

Now, if you are watching live, godspeed. The air times are always on NJPW Global's Twitter account. They usually have a few time zones listed. Your best bet is to just set a clock in your clock app to Tokyo time.

If you are watching live, there are no commercial breaks so you'll need to learn where is the best place to do bio breaks. You can always just go during a match you don't care about, but there are a few key times that always will work. The first is during Naito's entrance. Second is during Shota's entrance. Both of them take at least 5 minutes to get to the ring. Another good time is leading up to the start of a Yano match. This can be hit or miss depending on his opponent, but his in-ring intro is decently long. Another good time is after a match where they fucked up the ring or removed the corner pads. It'll take the Young Lions a few minutes to put it back and you get an extra cushion of time where you can miss the entrances for the next match and be fine.

Some miscellaneous tips:

Don't fuck up your sleep for this. It'll be tempting. It's not worth it. You'll enjoy the experience better if you just put it on when you have the time after work or school. The replays go up almost immediately after it airs so if you are using the subscription, you'll have it. These are 3 hour long shows. Just watch at your pace.

The NJPW codecs are shit so the video quality will be trash on the website. There is no way around this. Sorry. You just learn to live with it.

Main events and semi-main events will always have red shoes as a ref. How will you know it's him? Well you see, he wears red shoes. (and sleeves) He's also Shota's dad, so you'll hear some drama about that.

There might be nights where wrestlers are guest commentary! It's typically a surprise who it is, but you'll get to hear some interesting voices. Generally it's the native English speakers, but it'll be interesting. If Chris Charleton is on commentary, he will do live translation. (He's the Brit)

And my final tip:

Don't post fancams, clips, gifs, or screenshots on Twitter. God works fast but TV Ashai works faster. They will take your shit down fast. It's how TDE got their og account banned. (They don't know about Tumblr and let's not alert them to it either).

Enjoy the G1!

#long post #chatty cassie #njpw lb #njpw #guides

[petarabbit2]

Realistic Trey Clover + Headcanons

Trey Clover + Realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

This happens a lot with my headcanons but after analysing Trey he went from one of my least favourites to one of my favourites in no time – hope you like him as much as I do!

Sidenote: When headcanoning Trey and all my other characters I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

For my rendition of Trey Clover, I kept him relatively close to his in-game design and didn't give him any visible flaws (ance, moles, etc.) since Trey’s diet seems pretty balanced, he knows eating too many sweets can give you cavities. It would also help with his skin’s condition, it wouldn't be smooth or perfect but wouldn't have many visible red breakouts, but isn't immune to a few pimples here and there.

You may also notice I gave him stubble on his chin because Trey in game looks very mature, plus it is extremely common for his age period to start developing body hair (face, body, etc.) and Trey probably got this.

For his realistic rendition, I went with a rectangular face shape that is fairly chiselled (Trey is on that mewing streak 🤫🧏‍♀️), almond eyes with THICK eyebrows and the cherry on top being his very broad and straight nose. In conclusion, I made him a chad. (tee hee yummy)

For his body MY MAN IS BUILT, so a rectangular fairly muscular build (thick fucking arms bro is kneeding that bread) 

And yet another pom 😞 but it's all done for a reason! The rose kingdom is based on the UK so I just gave everyone from there an accent and depending on personal thoughts depends on how strong I make it and yes, Trey has a strong accent – he doesn't really use slang though, idk he's a bit too mature for that.

Without & With Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Ah yes, the “dad” of Heartslabyul and I don't disagree with this basic statement but sometimes he is dumbed down to just that, a “dad”. Yes, young adults such as himself can have a stronger connection to his morals, but he’s still only 18, and most importantly human. Not everything he will do will be correct, and even if they are good in theory, they may still have negative consequences.

For example, just before Riddles overblot, Ace even blatantly asked him why he hasn't corrected Riddle behaviour because he thought that just staying by his side, comforting him and being his friend was enough but quickly learnt it wasn't. Trey has always been the oldest, with his friends, with his siblings and he had always had that sense of responsibility over the younger generations (also seen with first and second years in-game), however, other than that, his character isn’t heavily touched on besides just being the “dad” or “big brother”.

Trey probably has moments where he questions himself, if he's the best person for others to rely on. What I'm trying to say is that neither his mind nor body is fully developed and even people like him who seem so strong have their weak moments.

Trey genuinely cares a lot for his loved ones, both friends and family, and usually takes on a mediator role to solve issues and help others. Though, he’s a little bit of a people pleaser and when something is out of his depth and he doesn’t immediately see the ‘right’ way to do something, he tends to try and avoid the root cause of the issue and instead finds an easier solution, which may not have the best turnout in the end. 

For example, Trey’s feelings around Riddle’s overblot and childhood trauma affecting his present-day behaviour. I believe that Trey felt horrible after Riddles overblot, seen when he said he's sorry to Riddle despite being Riddles own fault. When Trey can’t fulfil that “dad” role or sees he's been doing something wrong for a long time he doesn't know what to do.

He doesn’t do this out of a lack of care, but because of how much he cares instead. He is also often seen pandering to other’s wants just to please them and make sure they are happy. Also as mentioned before, he is still young, he still may not know the best thing to do, but these actions he takes he sees as a sort of in-the-moment solution.

Trey appreciates deep conversation and knows what to say in them, he's good at comforting and will observe all the people he cares about so he knows exactly how to comfort that specific person.

Trey is always looking out for his friends, whether that be making sure they are keeping up with the school's work and getting decent grades, or making sure they aren't getting into too much rough housing with others. If this does happen however, Trey would definitely go out of his way to tutor lower classmen to the best of his ability or have a ‘talk’ if he has to with people picking on his friends.

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk 

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF DEUCE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitted to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

I dont have much to say this time, but the next one with either be Riddle or Cater idk.

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover headcanons #twst headcanons #twst imagines #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fanart #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst art #twst trey clover #twisted wonderland imagines #twst trey #twisted wonderland trey clover

[arizonaraine]

SHC: Kevin McCallister, Home Alone

So, I've not posted anything in years. But I am alive and well, thanks for asking :) Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I recently rewatched Home Alone and have been thinking about my favorite blonde home security system's sorting. See TLDR below if you want a summary.

Kevin starts the movie as a very immature Snake primary. He wants what he wants-- a plain cheese pizza and a room to himself-- and doesn't seem overly concerned with the feelings of others. When he wakes up and discovers his entire family has disappeared, his first response is jubilation. I personally think that a Badger primary would have been pretty disturbed by this sudden lack of community, and a Bird would have questioned a bit more exactly what happened. Kevin, as a Snake primary, goes about living his best life. He jumps on the bed, raids his brother's room, eats a massive ice cream sundae, and watches the movie he was excluded from viewing.

The more time he spends alone, though, the more he realizes that he loves and misses his people. He sleeps with the family picture under his pillow. When making his request to Santa, he says, "I just want my family back. No toys, no presents, nothing but Peter, Kate, Buzz, Megan, Linnie, and Jeff. And my Aunt and my cousins. And, if he has time, my Uncle Frank." Frank, it seems, hasn't made it into Kevin's tiered Snake primary loyalty system.

Another hint at his primary is his conversation with Old Man Marley. He says, "I don't care how mad I was, I'd talk to my dad. Especially around the holidays." His dad is important than being right in whatever disagreement separated Marley and his son. I think a Lion wouldn't have that same sentiment, even if they missed their parent.

Lastly, after he runs home from that chat with Marley at the church, Kevin says, "This is my house. I have to defend it." What makes it worth defending is that it's his.

I think that Kevin has an impressive Bird secondary, though an argument could be made for Snake. The way I see it, Kevin is a planner. In his post-shower monologue, he lists all the things he's done til that point, and then discusses what he plans to do later in the day. He makes grocery lists and clips coupons. He draws up a master plan for the defense of his house, using tools that he's collected up to that point in the movie (micro machines, Christmas ornaments, etc.). He utilizes the mannequins in the basement for the fake Christmas party.

While he's pretty good at pivoting, it doesn't seem to be where he's at his best. At the grocery store, he manages to avoid the cashier's questions (Actor Bird?), but he doesn't appear to take any pleasure in being sly. He uses the movie the trick Marv, but it leads to further suspicion from Harry, which spells trouble for Kevin. When he's caught at the end, he doesn't try to run or talk his way out of it-- he's just stunned. His plan, which had been going so well, failed! Thankfully, his Snake primary saves the day. The connection he forged with Old Man Marley pays off. (The ending scene where he and Marley wave at each other always makes me cry.)

TL;DR

Kevin McCallister is a Snake primary who is alone in his inner circle in the beginning, but realizes how much his family means to him and brings them into his value system. His Snakey connection with Old Man Marley saves him in the end. His Bird secondary enjoys laying plans, clipping coupons, and making lists. He can pivot when he needs to, but that's not the first tool that falls to his hand.

(@wisteria-lodge what's your archetype name for the Snake Bird again? :))

#sorting hat chats #kevin mccallister #home alone #christmas movies #snake primary #bird secondary #merry christmas #happy holidays