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praxidice-carcajou · 23 days

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Cryptid of the Day!

Side note: Later on your going to see a LOT of creatures from Brazil, because god DAMN do they have some interesting stuff. It’s funny, all around the world you see repeats of similar cryptids with slightly different aspects and names. I could spend all day talking about different cryptids from different parts of the world that are bipedal, unusually large primates, or long necked, humongous sea monsters the seem to find their way into any lake big enough to fit a kayak. But Brazil?? If you want something unique and original , look to almost any cryptid that’s popped up in Brazil.

Capelobo: NOW, I best be getting to the actual topic of the day; the capelobo of Brazil! Capelobo’s are lycanthropes, like Werewolves! ….. except werewolves are probably not the best comparison. So let’s go through the process of the Capelobo. Let’s say you’re old, wrinkly, hunched over and frankly just sick of being well…. Old. So! You do what any sensible senior citizen such as yourself would do: sell your humanity and sense of morality in exchange for a new body, your Capelobo body!! Now remember, once you have chosen to become a capelobo, you may never return to your human body or your humanity, but you are gifted with two new forms! These two forms would include your animal form, a tapir with some oddly dog like features, and your humanoid form. Now, the animal form is really just for disguise, what capelobos are REALLY known for is their primary humanoid, ‘werewolf’ form. You are given the head of an anteater (or in some, rare myths, the head of a tapir or a dog), the body of an incredibly buff man (plus a bunch of fur), long, powerful anteater claws, and two bottle shaped legs with PERFECTLY rounded hooves that make your tracks especially unique! Plus! You are also gifted with a banshee screech that can be heard from over ten miles away and drive victims straight up insane, incredible strength, basketball player hight, impenetrable skin, and a foul smell! And yes I know, compared to all of your other new abilities, foul smell sounds like an insult, but honestly….. it’s kind of your new best weapon. When I say foul, I mean FOUL. The sheer power of the capelobo’s stinky-ness is enough to stun its prey, rendering it completely unconscious and giving it headaches and dizziness for days after if it were to somehow survive the encounter. All together, I don’t know about you but that sounds like a pretty damn good deal to me! You could waste away in a nursing home watching jeopardy as you slowly fade into eternal unconsciousness, OR, you could spontaneously become an (honestly ) kind of over powered buff ass furry that lives significantly longer life being a forest goblin! I mean, really, of course my default answer would initially be “FUCK YEAH!! FURRY-IFY ME!” But before we get to hasty, let us into our ‘lovely’ little capelobo life style first….

The Tea:

Despite what you may assume from their giant claws and muscles capable of ripping a man in half without a sweat, capelobos aren’t necessarily meat eaters. But they sure as hell are carnivores! Capelobos are actually vampiric! They survive primarily out of sucking the blood out of their victims, and sometimes sucking the brains of their prey straight out of their skull.

Capelobo’s are beasts, and they are considered evil, but not because they’re man eaters. Don’t get me wrong, capelobo’s are known for draining a guy who’s in the wrong place at the wrong time, but humans really aren’t on their list of common prey. See, it’s the diet that me back the hell out, and drops these guys out of lost for my top three favorite cryptids. These guys just live off cute baby animals. Specially kittens, puppies and baby goats. Like- all of the cutest baby animals of all time.

Where to find in other media:

Capelobo is a monster that can be found in DND, and an inscription mod set! Unfortunately though, that’s all I could really find for this one!

credit to cryptidwiki and H. Kyoht Luterman!

TW: FOR MILD BLOOD AND VIOLENCE

credit to Oddityhive on Reddit!

#cryptid #cryptozoology #Capelobo

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

#jjba #ask-c-c-cherry #headcanons #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #bucci gang #giorno giovanna

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pinkysfaultorbrainsfault · 4 years

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animaniacs - s4e8: mindy in wonderland

episode summary: a lighthearted episode about mindy chasing a rabbit down a hole in the tree she’s always tied to, and ending up in a magical, literary dreamland. there’s no mice, but it’s fun, and takes up the whole runtime, and-- what? no, i-- look, it’s just-- i don’t--

sir, you don’t pay me at all--

alright fine ugh ughghghguhgughgu ugh.

great.

episode summary: the hip hippos are expecting a baby! unfortunately, ordering babies off the internet instead of concieving them through, like, hippo sex? appears to have its’ downsides, and instead they are presented with.... brain.

look, i don’t know either, okay? i’m dragging my hands down my face as we speak.

the rundown:

we open with the stork.

“i got a very special delivery! the rockefellers have been waiting weeks for this one.” he pronounces it “spatial”, probably because he’s high out of his mind. this is not a sober bird. please don’t drop that baby, my dude. that’s going to cause more problems than it solves, really.

spoke too soon, i guess.

unfortunately for him, our dude does exactly that, and ends up taking a bit of a tumble. gets all dizzy. this does not bode well for the plot. or the wellbeing of the baby, actually!

hold up. computer, zoom, enhance.

hmmm. that is a very familiar tiny face. troubling. anyway our resident avian expert on drugs seems to have survived his accident, and drops the baby off to the rockefellers with no further trouble.

they seem to look more. hippo shaped than usual.

“congratulations! you’re new parents!”

you’re welcome, weird stoner bird. they slam the door on him, wordlessly exacerbating his injuries. they care not for his plight, only that of their dearest, darling... not very.... hippo sized...................... baby.

hm.

“oh flavio! darling! a baby of our own, just look at him! let us call him--”

“--alfredo!”

“goo.”

alright. as existentially horrifying as this episode is, i laughed. maurice lemarche, completely dead in the face, sits in the recording booth, stretches his shoulders. “goo.” he says. deadpan. no intonation whatsoever. the audience cheers and he is given a thousand dollars.

i don’t know what it is about brain saying basically anything that appeals to my sense of humour so much. jockey for position basically did me in. i just. every time he says “goo.” i am in TEARS.

the hippos seem to have lost their enthusiasm, as anyone would have if they heard the voice of a grown man come out of their newborn baby.

“he’s... small. very small.”

“goo.”

still, marita sympathises with him. this is very definitely her child, after all! she steals him away to do mom things with, chastising flavio that ‘alfredo’ is “their little boy.”

“oh, you are right, my lightbulb of love. now our little universe has expanded to three.”

yeah, don’t include your.... shoulder... birds, then. asshole.

it’s very cute, i’ll say that. for all the fuss i make about the hippos, they do love each other, in a very healthy way that you don’t often see with married couples on tv. like, they’re kind of slowdancing their way out of the room. it’s nice! they would make good parents.

(”goo.” says brain, in the background, oblivious to the heterosexuality happening around him. “now, take me to my money.”)

credit to flavio and marita; they are very well prepared. this is a very loved baby. i’m not entirely sure how any child would feel about the presence of Clown Bear, but it’s the thought that counts. also i know that’s a changing table? but the design is sick and i wouldn’t mind a chest of drawers like that.

there’s also a theatre, i guess. or..... maybe just a really fancy shower???

Definitely Alfredo is gently placed on his little Alfredo Table. he appears to be asleep, or at least he’s deliberately choosing to keep his eyes closed. can’t think why.

but he, ah. sure went all out for this one. i respect brain for his dedication to the craft.

“now, sweet baby alfredo,” says marita, while the music does a terrifying swell in the background, for some reason, “it is time for your first bath.”

please stop looking at me like that, marita. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO BATHING. am i about to be inducted into the alfredo cult?? i am, admittedly, a manlet, but i would like to think i am also unmistakably larger than a baby hippo.

(google has no data about the height of a baby hippo, apparently. they do weigh about 100lbs at birth, though, so i guess i have to be careful with this losing weight shtick. not that i’m ever gonna weigh 100lbs, quite frankly, but the minute i do marita’s gonna climb through my window and steal me off to los angeles.)

(i’m terrified.) (on the other hand, they’re definitely going to give me back as soon as they work out how much my medication costs over there.)

i’m literally babbling nonsense, at this point. anyway. brain gets a bath.

remember to Wosh U Mouse. wash he teeth and soul. marita proclaims excitedly that “babies love the bath”, and Definitely Alfredo is Definitely Enjoying Himself, judging by the screaming, so, yknow, good for him.

and then, i guess, flavio just pours boiling water on him for no reason, so brain freaks out and launches himself into the light fitting.

because wouldn’t anybody?

the hippos freak out a bit when the lights stop working, but soon get brain back down to resume their usual Alfredo Activities.

“this is highly undignified.”

but still, marita loves him.

and then she stabs him in the dick, i guess.

“GAH.”

“oops ):”

fortunately, nobody ever died of getting stabbed in the dick (as far as i know?) but even magical babies delivered by amazon need to get their vitals checked, so flavita take him to the hospital anyway.

bomf.

i’ll be dead honest with you, this scene is just torture porn. i’ll summarise it as best i can.

temperature is fine. blood pressure is normal. i am pretty sure inflating babies is not standard medical practice, but brain is cosmically unable to have a good day or he dies, i guess.

the doctor shows up.

“oh, but you’re a cutie. say aaaah.”

“if you think that you’re going to stick that thing in my--”

it’s not very comfortable.

“hmm. rather puny.”

“you have to feed him more.”

NOW LET’S TEST YOUR REFLEXES

i��m pretty sure this man has never been to medical school.

“and now to vaccinate. my, that’s a lot of zeros.”

my, that’s a... screenshot that lives on my laptop now, i guess. hopefully nobody i know ever has to borrow this thing, for whatever reason.

“i’ll see you in three months for a booster shot,” says dr acme, as brain swells and changes colours in a way that no baby ever should.

i feel like this is a good time to interject - my issue with this episode is not the core themes, or anything surrounding them. it’s the amount of unrestrained suffering that goes on within that. like. okay. if this was some kind of consensual dynamic between the three of them for-- whatever reason???? stress?????? - like i wouldn’t mind. i wouldn’t care. consenting adults can do whatever they want with their bodies. this is a positive space. no judgement here on pinkys fault or brains fault dot com.

but it’s not and brain spends most of the episode in pain and terrified and that’s really what i object to above all else. it’s the same problem i have with peatb, really. brain can wear as many cute dresses as he wants, but he’s gotta want to wear them.

but they’re back at the Hippo Digs now so. it’s fine, i guess.

“such a good boy. that trip to the doctor wasn’t so bad, was it?”

hm.

still, it appears i can never escape Terrifying News Lady, even in this hellscape. flavio does the classic dad thing of sitting down with the tv as soon as he’s home, leaving marita to deal with getting Definitely Alfredo settled in his correctly-sized-for-a-baby-hippo baby chair.

what are those straps connected to, anyway??? it’s not the chair, that’s for sure. is brain just wearing a harness for the hell of it? what on earth is going on?

but flavio! it’s time to feed the baby!

“is baby-waby hungry-wungry?” well are you, cranky big head mousie??? huh????

sorry for the paralysing fear that probably caused all of you. undeterred, the terrifying news lady continues to talk in the background about the “richest and most influential child in the world.”

oh no.

flavio vaguely wonders if they waited too long to feed their baby, as he has what could be possibly classified as a tantrum.

“you sophomoric, corpulent, pachycerebal aristrocrats! you are imposters and i demand to be taken to the rockefellers immediately!”

the birds don’t care. they’re chilling. marita attributes this to “baby gibberish” while flavio wonders about the “vocabulary he learnt from mr rogers”. he’s maybe a few hours old, at this point, a day tops, but i guess hippos learn latin in pre-k or something.

anyway so then they stick a tube down his throat and inflate him with guacamole.

and with that, “alfredo looks healthier already!”

this is the second time brain has been inflated in this episode. it is unsurprising that he dedicates his nights from this point to raising absolute hell.

but he needs pats first because he ate too much. :<

cut to that night, i guess! where brain is very convincingly crying. very loudly. the hippos look unimpressed, despite the fact that this is literally the most common factor of signing up for a baby.

“it’s the baby. you take care of him.”

well. alright.

air mouse. nyoom. he seems to catapult himself at something, like, once per episode. it’s on par with the closeups by now, surely.

bomp.

unfortunately, the bear is not weightbearing (bear ing. lol) and falls off the shelf on an epic quest for a Great Big Hug.

the resulting bomp alerts the hippos, who go fully, entirely haywire the moment they work out that Definitely Alfredo is not in his correctly-sized-for-a-baby-hippo baby bed.

turns out flavio sat on him.

“really, flavio, be more careful where you sit.”

so they put a padlock on his crib.

this is completely useless. i know this. brain knows this. he’s small enough to just... fit through the bars. but he decides to be dramatic, instead, because that’s what he does best.

“attica! attica! i want out! let me out!”

i am not old enough to get this reference.

i am, however, old enough to empathise with this exact emotion. i feel kind of bad for the hippos, actually. i’m sure they were doing what they thought was... right? in the context of... thinking they had a baby hippo rather than an adult mouse. easy mistake to make. i go check on my weirdly tiny hippos in their hippo cage all the time.

but who could be at the door?

“there seems to have been a mix up. uh. i have your baby right here.”

and guys?

i need to tell you how fast they just throw brain at the guy. it’s actually a little heartbreaking.

but! it’s okay! he still has time to make it to the rockefellers before they......... die. i guess.

man, this plan was not thought out very well.

conclusion:

thank god this is almost over.

the stork repackages the baby, who is now a good few hours old, at least, and delivers the bundle to the very, very different looking house.

they are not any nicer.

“oh, reggie. just look at him.”

“goo.”

“well, frau haussenheffer, we’re off on a cruise. goodbye baby. see you in a year.”

parenting!

“alright then. staff, we have a brand new charge.”

oh dear.

brain, as one can imagine, is having none of this.

but unfortunately, neither is the carpet.

bomp. cause of death: suffocating in the rockefeller mansion carpet.

good thing it all sort of blurs out, huh.

“brain?” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “brain.” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “brain, wake up.”

“i was dreaming?”

oh, thank god for that.

“oh, pinky, you wouldn’t believe the nightmare i had.” and it’s... probably best not to tell him, actually.

“it must have been a doozy, brain! but, oh, a delivery came for you.”

“it’s the rockefeller baby. can we keep it?”

oh dear.

so let’s ignore the fact that this asks more questions than it answers-- but okay, was that a dream within a dream, and why was brain dreaming about that in the first place, and-- and mark this one down as a severe case of outside influence.

brain: 3 ½ pinky: 5 ½ outside influence: 10

“it’s not too late. i demand that you deliver me to the rockefellers immediately!”

“

“aw, how cute. i just love baby gibberish.”

#patb #a!#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #i'm almost done with a! now!#only one more short to go #more importantly #i'm done with this short specifically. so i never have to watch it again

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nyarisu · 4 years

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Völkerball liveblogging

Dear lord this took me so long to edit you better appreciate it

Reise reise

Oooo~ but I still like the Hellfest version more :)) (Till’s face during the Hellfest chorus will always be my sexuality)

Schneider’s costume is fabulous but I’ll never trust those curls

Also vampire Reesh that’s a good look

Asdfghjklthe vagina entrance XDDD they really had to

Hello nice legs

I’ve watched this only once because i don’t like the sound. Someone said Till was sick and I don’t know what actually happened but his voice kinda sounds like it, especially more towards the middle of the live.

But the chorus is still so nice~

The tongue via Till’s fucked up slut face

Olli’s really serious

"Ist kein Licht am Horizont" REESH DO YOU WANNA KILL ME?? That was one sexy face

I really love Till’s expressions i want to kiss his face

The eyes! And then looking up to the sky<3 (was there even a sky or was inside I didn’t even notice XD)

I really don’t like Paul and Flake’s costumes

Fucking god that entrance is craking me up

Links 234

Hei hei hei!

I love how they all march on the stage

Bwhbwbwhwbhwbwhw XD

That’s a nice middle to wrap your hands around, mr Lindemann

I love when he’s hittig his chest on “links”

THE FANGS

Paul means business XD

You can’t not sing with them during links

Oh the solo<3 sounds so nice live

Thank god my favourite person from this stupid band is also the one most filmes otherwise I would’ve been in trouble

Dem boobs XD

Keine lust

I thought it was Sonne for one sec

He kicked the mic stand XD

Now you can hear he’s a little raspy

Yes Till we know the lyrics’ meaning and also that you’re horny

The chorus sounds nice again, it sounds better when he’s actually siniging vs talking

Who’s foamning at the mouth over that patch of skin under his pants, I’ve seen people talk about that (unfortunately it’s doing nothing for me)

"kaaaalt. Soo kaaaalt" I’ll keep you warm bby just don’t be sad T_T

Ok but Flake’s headpiece is actually hilariuous gotta admit

I really want to kiss Till *opening his mouth like a retarded owl* I don’t think I want anymore

Feuer frei

That was his I’m ready to slut pose XD

DONT HIT YOURSELF YOU DUMB BABY

Ooooooh Olli got shirtless (what were they calling this?)

I really like RZK’s top

Of course he’s gotta bully Flake

Chumby

I’m really trying to focus more on image but the voice is such a big thing for me and it’s clear he has something

The masks!! I love those so much

„Jaaaa”

Wow Schneider’s drumsticks went out with a literal bang

Asche zu Asche

4 lines later I finally realised what song is >.< and only because Till began to sing...

DID YOU SEE WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH THOSE DRUMSTICKS?!? I knew why I had a thing for hands/fingers

Asdfghjkl Richard strutting down the stage with his little red stripe<3

He’s a moody goth and I love his look did he just put his hands on his hips? XD

Till’s cheeks! I want to pinch his face

Everyone’s favourite part and THE NECK TILT ok wow now that was hot

Tho I usually preffer the “In zehn Tagen” to RZK’s “Ich komm wieder” now it was the opposite (probably because I couldn’t see Till that well) and Reesh acting all sexy was definitely improving it

Go Flake go XD he’s so serious and by the end he’s having the time of his life meanwhile Till is having an existential crisis (another)

Olli’s abs are heeeeella nice

Till with his hand over his heart didn’t help his case

Yeah Richard ok you’re sexy i get it holly fuck I’ve never been more attracted to him

And now i’ll never be able to unsee the neck tilt

That ich kom wieder just unmade me

Morgenstern

Bath time XD

I really like when Till slicks his hair back

Dear lord the chorus thank you for your voice sir and congrats on it

I really like the general image of a bassist playing their bass (other verb I could’ve used was fingering XD that’s literally what he’s doing!!)

Ooooh the keyboards sound so nice<3

DON’T pluck your eyes out!

The fire part is really impressive

I love then Richard is doign his gay boy pose XD and then the closeup on him while bobbing his head

I need to say once again the chorus sounds wundershon

Mein Teil

The first 2 seconds I thought it was MHB

Paul and Richard walking towards each other<3

Aaaand the epicness begins!

Schneider is fabulous behind his drums, can’t forget about him

YEET

The tongue’s is at it again

FLAKE POPING UP WITH THAT SMILE CRACKED ME UP you demented human

People are rocking the hell out this song

“durch Engelsscharen” Till’s expression<3

And the maddnes begins. Wow it was shorter than usual... obviously, it was at the beginning

Flake has such a special style of running I can’t XD

Stein um Stein

And everyone is gonna talk about him drawing a house xD it was cute (considering what the song is about)

You’re being a slut again

Aaaaah I want to complain about the playback but I really can’t I rather prefer him with vocal cords. At least the rest of the song sounded excelent!

The little sound at the end of „sein” and his face: childish enjoyment while talking about fucked up shit. If this doesn’t perfectly summarize Till then I don’t know what does

Schenider’s smile

No but really beside the screeching parts he sung it so well!

Were they trying to film Richards crotch? Whatever he’s sexy

Another reason why I watch this only once before was me being kind of meh regarding Till’s look he’s my favourite after all I gotta act the part

Los

My fucking god Scheider’s legs! I fucking love thighs. And he has a nice ass too

Richard’s smile!! Don’t kill me

Is it me or does Till start to stare into space and look generally Not Ok (tm)?

„fucking mickey mouse” XDDD

Los is among the last 10 songs on my list I usually just skip it

I died when I saw him with a harmonica the first time

Flake and Olli XD

Don’t manhandle poor Flake (I really want to say I wish that were me but knowing myself I would probably just deck Till in the face XD)

The sunglasses are sick

RZK and Till headbaning<3

Rip (rest in pieces) to keyboard

Du riechts so gut

THE BOW! The cute flamingo pose aside, that bow is one of my favourite pyro effects ever

And then the synchronised bodybanging<3

That „pang” never sounded so good?

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN MENTIONED THE NECK TILT REESH IS SO SEXY HERE I CAN’T EVEN

The deepest he sings the lees you hear the raspiness

Lord! The whole audience just fucking went for it

Schneider’s muscles, Richard’s little smirk and Till zombie 2.0

Even more bodybanging. Flake is enjoying himself

WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY?!? (me to Richard)

Flake casually going back to his keyboards uthgjkhfzc that looked so cool and smooth

I promise I still drool over Till just... Richard is so prettily standing there! I cant ignore him!

The firesleeves are so cool and it looks so good, especially with them facing different ways

And freeze! Nice and dramatic

Till hammer time

That one guy really feeling the „DRSG” in the audience XD

Benzine

3 consecutive thought: it is Benzine fuck yeah, I can never tell if it’s Benzine or Keine Lust, Till’s terrified face

The most Rammstein song to ever Rammstein

Paul going wild XD but I still don’t like his hat

Flake is spazzing again

Du hast

Thank god I’m actually enjoying this song now, I skipped it for half a year

The drums and the beginning and the keyboards are <3

The tongue >w<

People are going wild

I like Richard’s dramatic gesturing. Pretty rockstar boy

The chorus sounds so good

Flake what is that on your head? XD is he a One Piece character?

Did he just casually shoved the mic into his pocket? XD

I much more preffer the newest effect from Paris onwards (which is also my top favourite)

Sehnsucht

This song has a very special and unique feel to it probably because it screams Live aus Berlin more than any other (and now I feel like watching LAB again)

It’s the chanting in the background probably

He’s sounding sick again :(

You have muscles in the arms (and probably legs too) and chumby in the belly it’s perfect

Lol @ Paul trying to look scary

„SEHNSUCHT!”

Ok Richard honey you can stop with the sexy neck tilt

He’s slapping the hell out of his guitar

Please stop pulling your hair out

Amerika

@Flake on that thing: wierd flex but ok

Sexy fishnet legs

Wow that’s a really soft and nice opening, pretty unexpected

LOL Flake taking off his hat like „sorry for your loss” but considering the song it’s expected from him XD

Beauatiful eyes<3

He’s just nyooming from one side of the stage to the other? XD

That eyeliner looks so fucking good on Till

Flake is suffering :)) (what the fuck was I talking about I can’t remember now that I’m editing)

Even Richard’s hair looks pretty! What the fuck??

The last scene with Schneider (and then his legs)

Rammstein

Those are some fucking guns he has right there

This is the most badass intrumental intro ever

“Scheeeeeein”

Oooooh so this is where that gif was coming from for some reason it thought it was Engel from MSG. Does this live even has Engel on it?

I love when drummers throw their sticks in the air and then catch them again

Ok the image of Till slowly backing off between Paul and Richard who were both vibing in their own way was really nice

Sonne

Schneider is enjoiying this isn’t he XD

For some reason this song doesn’t seem as energic as it usually is?

Was Till humping the mic stand? (more likely than you’d think)

Seing Flake and Till doing the hammer side by side is really funny, that’s some size difference

Ich will

Bye bye mic stand again

Till baby what did you do with your throat to make your voice sound like that?

Richard looking to the side during „ich will” hhhhhHhh

Let me slap that ass Till

I want to lick your face

Ohne dich

Ollie what are you doing

Asdfhjkl Flake comforting Till and the way he just rests his head on Flake’s shoulder is breaking my heart

Poor baby come here and let me love you

You can clearly see he’s trerrified

Lsnhxkvj his eyes<3

Nawwww they are kissing

I am silently thristing over Till don’t mind me

Please don’t cry T_T and then him looking over his bangs sfdghjkl

„is he... ya know” pose with a hand in the air Heirate mich style (aka Till Lehmann is a sub)

Look I know he’s suffering and all but I really can’t focus on that with all the water dripping off him

Stripped

No wonder I didn’t recognised the song it doensn’t even exist to me XD

Till pointing like „you. drop your panties. now” XD

I had half a mind to skip it but then I would have missed Till’s wonderful tongue performance

Was he flicking it to the rythm??

Hearing him sing in english is always so weird (I only recently rediscovered the gem the Children of the Sun is)

Richard what was that sexy face?

Ollie is braving the human seas, telepathy at its finest XD

Hmm that is a really nice lower back

Gangsta XD „how do you do fellow kids”

Paul is enjoying the show

Schneider has killer looks. Literally XD

YEET

Conclusions:

Half of it went really slow and then the other half went really fast? I don’t understand what happened

So this is the setting for Mit Dir Bin Ich Auch Allein... ok, good to know ;)

You sure this was a good idea 4 songs in and I already wrote 2 pages, now the total is at 6.

I’m not particulary fond of the looks and Till sounds sick so I usually avoid this live. Also some songs are weird with the energy so yeah

Richard is so pretty I can’t (and fucking hot how come I don’t remeber this??)

#rammstein #rammbois #liveblogging #I have a temporal crush on Richard quick I need to read some fics #but no seriously why was he so pretty??#Rena's R+ ramblings

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Reunion-Taron Egerton

*******WARNING contains Smut********

HOPE YOU ENJOY

sorry if it sucks, I did try edit but may have missed some

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“Emma Wilson. It is so good to see you.” Amanda said with a fake smile as she handed me a name tag.

I held back my frown, “Yes, it’s good to see you too.” I blatantly lied. She was one of those snotty popular girls back in school, and we didn’t get along. So I wasn’t going to try to get along with her now.

“It’s actually surprising to see you here. You haven’t shown up to any of the past reunions.” Why was she still talking to me?

Pushing away the urge to roll my eyes I answered her, “My job didn’t allow me to get here.” This was half true. After school, I went to College for Communications Studies. Then I got a job at a popular Publishing Agency as the head editor. A short time after that, I wrote a book and it got pretty popular.

“Oh yes, I read your book. It was. Interesting.” Here we have it. The snotty Amanda has emerged.

“Thanks.” I said before walking away from her so she couldn’t say anything else to me.

I didn’t want to be here. I only came for an old high school friend who was dying to see me. Unfortunately she had to cancel on me because her young daughter was sick. By that time I had already checked into the hotel and it was too late to catch a flight back home.

If I just ignore Amanda and her group of friends, I should be alright.

Nope, I still didn’t want to be here.

No one of importance was going to show up. Of course, I was hoping one guy in particular would show up, but I doubt he would bother. He had gotten really famous since I last saw him. I had a huge crush on him back in school, because we both did drama together and back than I could tell he was an amazing actor. He never noticed me, but that didn’t matter.

Back when we attended school together, he had a head of luscious brown hair and was always the sweetest boy you could ever meet. I knew that he was still a sweetheart, but he has since shaved half his head for a role he has played. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still attractive with or without his hair.

I shook him out of my thoughts and made my way to the bar. If I was going to last the night, I would need drinks. A lot of them. This was going to be a long night. Making the night worse was the fact that my boyfriend of two years had broken up with me about a week ago. He was originally going to come with me, but well that didn’t work out. Just like our relationship.

I sighed and ordered myself a drink.

The first half hour was pure hell. Many of my old classmates felt the need to talk to me and ask me about my life and of course my writing career. I couldn’t understand why they were so star-struck over a single book. It wasn’t that popular. Back in school, none of these people even knew who I was, so that was another reason why I didn’t understand why they were talking to me now.

Sometime later, they had finally stopped bothering me and were busy mingling among each other. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out a way to escape.

“Hey Emma.” Someone said sitting beside me at the bar.

I wanted to groan and tell them to leave me alone, well that was until I saw who it was. “Oh wow, Ian. It’s so good to see you.” I said to the man sitting beside me. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you vow never to come to any reunions?”

He chuckled, “Yes I did, but obviously I couldn’t keep that promise. My wife wanted me to come and well I just couldn’t say no to her, especially when she is in the condition she is in.” He explained.

I was a bit confused, “First question, who’s your wife? Second question, what condition?”

Ian laughed, “I married Poppy King and well she is seven months pregnant.” Just on cue Poppy waddled up to the two of us.

“Emma Wilson, look at you!” She commented. I smiled at her. Ian and Poppy were two people I was able to get along with in high school. We weren’t the best of friends, but we hung out from time to time. In fact they did drama as well.

I stood up and allowed Poppy to hug me, “No, look at you Poppy. You look amazing.” It was true.

She chuckled, “Nonsense, I’m as big as a whale.”

“No, you’re just carrying a baby and you look great doing it. Do you know what you’re having?” I was really excited for her. I loved children. I was planning to have some with my ex but I’m glad I didn’t.

“Nope, we’re waiting until the little one is born. We want to be surprised.”

“Awe, well congratulations. It’s so good to see the two of you.” I said sitting back down. Ian helped Poppy to sit beside him.

“Ditto, how have you been?” Poppy asked interested in my life. “Do you have someone special in your life?”

I sighed, “I did, until a week ago.”

She frowned, “Uh oh. What happened?”

“Nothing too important. My boyfriend of two years broke it off with me last week.” I was trying not to seem too affected by it, but it was absolutely killing me. Even if it was the best thing for me.

“Oh no, I’m sorry Emma.”

I shook my head, “It’s alright. I guess things just weren’t working out. I’ll be alright.”

“Well you’re still young, and I have no doubt in my mind you will find a better man.” Poppy said being optimistic like she always was.

“Hmmm, relatively young.”

“Oh stop it, Emma.”

The three of us spent the next half hour catching up with each other. Ian and Poppy were so cute together.

Suddenly there was a lot of commotion. “Uh oh, he’s arrived.” Ian said unenthusiastically.

“Who?”

“The one and only, Taron Egerton.” I knew better than to think Ian had some sort of animosity towards Taron, because he didn’t. He just didn’t like how the girls fawned over him so much. To be honest, I didn’t either.

“Taron is here? I really didn’t expect him to show up.” I said trying to get a glimpse of the dark haired actor.

“Oh yes. It was all Amanda and her crew could talk about when we arrived.” Poppy explained.

“Wow. Interesting.” I gave up trying to see Taron. There were too many people surrounding him.

“Remember when you had a crush on him?” Ian asked jabbing me with his elbow. “I bet you never expected him to become some hot shot actor.”

“Yes, I remember having a crush on him but that’s irrelevant now. But to be honest, I always knew he was going to make it big time. He was always so passionate when he acted.” I smiled remembering our days on the stage. There were only a couple of times when I had the privilege to act beside him. Those were great memories.

“He’s not the only one who made it big. Look at you Emma. You wrote a best-selling book. That book was amazing.” Poppy said making me blush slightly.

“No, stop it. I’m not as well-known as Taron. It was one small book.” I was always selling myself short when it came to that book.

She rolled her eyes, “Oh come on Emma. I couldn’t put that book down once I started reading it.”

I shrugged, “Okay, the book was great, but it’s still nothing compared to Taron and his fame.”

“That’s alright. Anyway, you should talk to him. See if he remembers you.” What was Poppy thinking?

“That isn’t going to happen.”

“Why?”

“Those women are not going to leave him alone.” She knew I was right, so she dropped it.

After a couple more drinks, I felt like I should probably leave. Ian and Poppy had left a half hour ago because Poppy was feeling tired. I felt like a loner, sitting at the bar while everyone else mingled and fawned over Taron. I ordered one last drink and paid my tab. It was time for me to get going.

“Emma, is that you?” A smooth voice asked. Of course he would be the one to find me.

I put on a smile and turned to see Taron Egerton standing beside me, “Yes, it is. Taron, how are you doing?” I asked being kind. I honestly wanted to talk to him, but I wasn’t sure if any of the women who had been fawning over him had followed him.

He smiled and took a seat beside me, “Good, what about you?”

“I have been good as well. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Not after your recent success.” I admitted as the bartender placed my drink in front of me.

“Oh yes, people keep saying that. But I wanted to come and see my old classmates. I mean how could I not. I was really hoping to see you.”

This surprised me, “Me, why did you want to see me?”

He chuckled, “Well you are the second most successful person in our class. I thought it would be interesting to talk to you.”

“Successful? Is that what you call one mediocre book?” I questioned.

“Oh come on Emma. That book was amazing. I couldn’t put it down, and I constantly find myself wanting to re-read it.” He said ordering a drink for himself.

“Really?”

“Yes. I have even given it to some of my co-workers to read. Including the director to my latest movie. He loved it a lot.”

My eyes were wide, “You gave it to a director?”

He nodded, “He couldn’t seem to put the book down.”

This was all too unreal, “No, you’re just joking.” I countered not believing he could have done that.

“Nope. Anyway how have you been besides writing an amazing book?” Taron asked me.

“Um, I have been decent. I’m working on another book, but I don’t think it will be as successful as the first one.” I admitted. I had been stuck writing this book for two years now.

“Nonsense, it will be just as amazing as the first one.” Taron was very sure of me. It made me feel nice.

“No I don’t think so. I can’t even finish it. It’s been two years and I can’t seem to find the perfect ending.”

“Writer’s block?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the book about? Maybe you just need to immerse yourself into that subject to get inspiration.” That was all very good advice, but it wasn’t going to work.

“See that’s the thing. It’s about relationships and well my relationships have been very unsuccessful in the last few years. So that isn’t going to work out.”

Taron looked intrigued, “You weren’t compatible with them. You need to find someone you are more compatible with.”

I just nodded and focused on my drink again. He didn’t need to know about the unsuccessful relationships.

“I’m guessing there’s no boyfriend at the moment?” He asked. Why was he so interested in my relationship status?

“No. That ended right before I came here.” Why did I just tell him that?

“I’m sorry about that.” Taron said being genuinely nice. He was like this back in school. It’s what attracted me to him.

“I’m not. There was a lot about him that I didn’t know.” I had found out a lot about my ex in the past week and those things made me glad that things were over between us.

“You’re just going to have to find someone better.”

I smirked, “Of course I am. Do you have anyone in mind?” I could tell where this was headed, and I was more than willing to go there.

Taron looked thoughtful for a second, “Hmmm, yes. I think I have the perfect guy. He’s a real gentlemen, has a very steady job, oh and you went to school with him.

“Are you talking about Andrew over there?” I joked looking over at the guy.

He rolled his eyes, “No, not him.”

“Who, I hear most of the men here are taken.” It was fun playing with him. It felt like we were back in school.

Taron stood up and pulled me out of my seat, “I’m talking about me.” There was no warning before his lips touched mine in a passionate kiss. He didn’t seem to care that we were surrounded by classmates and neither did I.

We pulled away from each other, “Mhmm, alright. What do you plan on doing about it?” I whispered into his ear.

He firmly gripped my hand and started pulling me to the exit of the room, I made sure to grab my bag before we left. “Take you to my room and do what I should have done years ago.” He led me into the lobby of the hotel the reunion was being held in and to the elevators. “Is that okay?” Awe, he’s asking me my consent like a real gentleman.

“Yes, it’s more than okay.” I answered. He smirked and pulled me into the elevator in front of us. No one got in with us, so we had the elevator to ourselves. He pushed me gently up against the wall of the elevator. His lips found mine once again and suddenly his words dawned on me and I pushed him away, “Wait a second, what do you mean you should have done this years ago?”

Taron chuckled, “I liked you back in school and I should have told you. Especially since you were always on my mind all these years. When you released your book, I tried to find you, but the publishing company wouldn’t give me your information.” This was pretty shocking; I was still stuck on the liking me back in school part.

“You liked me in school? Why?” I questioned ignoring the rest of what he said although I acknowledged it.

“Hmm, yes I did. You were…are beautiful. You were always so passionate about the things you love. Not to mention you were one of the kindest girls in our grade. There’s just so much to like about you.”

I smiled, “Wow, I liked you too.”

“I knew that already, darling.” He said claiming my lips once again.

I pushed him away again, “How?”

He rolled his eyes, “Poppy wasn’t so good at keeping her mouth shut. She let it slip the day before school ended.”

“Oh, she would do that. I need to thank her.”

“Later.” Taron growled taking my lips with his once again. He was a bit impatient, but I didn’t mind at all. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. His hands were gripping my waist, pulling me even closer to his body. “Oh I have wanted this for way to long.” He mumbled against my lips.

The elevator dinged, “Then take me to your room and have me.” I whispered pushing him out of the elevator. “Which room is yours?” I asked him.

“1224.” He answered pulling out a keycard.

“Oh, that’s right next to mine. How convenient.” I stated nearly running off to his room. He followed close behind and pinned me to his door, his lips couldn’t get enough of mine. Now his tongue was fighting its way into my mouth, I allowed it. We made out against his door. I felt him snake a hand behind me to unlock the door. With a click, he pushed the door opened behind me and pushed me into the room, pinning me against the wall.

We pulled away for air, “Just so you know, I want so much more than just one night with you. Is that okay?” His hands were running over my curves.

“Yes, please don’t make me wait any longer.” I said reaching behind myself and pulling the zipper of my dress down. The straps fell off my shoulders and the dress pooled at my feet.

Taron admired my body only clad in a sexy pair of lingerie. I wasn’t expecting for anything to happen but now I was so glad I had chosen to wear this set. It seemed Taron liked them just as much as I did. While he was still admiring my body, I started working on his shirt. He quickly helped me to get that off, revealing a smooth and toned body that I liked a lot. It was my turn to admire his body. He smirked and pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his pants allowing them to fall to the ground. There was a huge bulge in his boxers.

I palmed it, “Oh, it seems little Taron is excited.” I mumbled allowing my hand to wander down his boxers. I gripped his length, impressed with how big he was. “Let me help you with that.” I used my other hand to push his boxers off and I began to stroke his cock. It was perfect. I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me.

“Mhmm, you need some attention too.” One of his hands traveled down to my panties and inside immediately finding me wet. “It seems I have the same effect on you. We seemed to be very compatible.” This bought me back to our earlier conversation. I nodded as his fingers found my clit and started rubbing it at the same pace I was pumping him.

I didn’t notice him leading me towards the bedroom, I was too invested in wanting to make him come and the pleasure he was giving me. He was moaning as I continued to stroke him. “You’re going to make me come.” He said, his breath was erratic, and I knew he was close.

“That’s the point.” I said trying to hold off my moans.

At that moment he pulled his hand out of my panties causing me to whimper at the loss, “No, I only want to come while I’m pounding into you.” He stopped me from stroking him anymore. Then he hastily pulled my bra and panties off. Before I had time to think, he thrust into me.

“Ohhhhhhh Taron.” I moaned at the full feeling. He led me to the bed and pushed me down while he was still inside of me. “Please move.” I whimpered. He complied and pulled out only to plunge back into me, causing me to moan loudly.

“That’s it, moan. Let everyone know what I’m doing to you.” Those words only spurred me to moan again. My ex would never measure up to the sensations Taron was giving me. I have really missed out while I was with him.

“You feel so good inside of me.” His pace was becoming a little quicker, telling me he was getting closer to his climax.

“Can I come inside of you?”

Oh god, could he be any more of a gentleman?

“Yes.” I said scratching at his back as he brought me closer to the edge. His grip on my waist was tight and there would probably be marks in the morning, but I didn’t care.

“Come with me.” He thrust into me once more before finally letting go. I did as he told me and came at the same time. The pleasure was more than I could handle. I may have actually blanked out for a second there. I felt his warm seed shoot into me, making my climax that much better. We rode out our orgasms before finally collapsing onto the bed. After we caught our breath, Taron helped me to clean up. Then he pulled me under the sheets with him.

“So how compatible are we?” Taron asked as he stroked my hair while I laid on his chest.

“Very compatible it seems.” I said and he smiled, “You may have even helped me get rid of that pesky writer’s block.” I added.

“Oh good. So you will be releasing another book soon?”

“Maybe, but I’m going to need some more of that. One time just won’t do.” One time would never do with Taron Egerton.

“Alright, I think that can be arranged. Are you willing to work with my busy schedule?” He asked.

“Yes, as long as you can fit me in there somewhere.”

“Yeah, I believe I can.”

I felt like I was on cloud nine right now.

“How long will you be in town?” I had started to trace patterns on his skin.

“For two more days. What about you?” His arms tightened a bit around me.

“Same.”

“Well it seems are schedules seem to be in sync at the moment.”

“They do. Would you like to spend those two days with me?”

“Of course I would.” Taron leaned down and pulled me into a sweet kiss. “But we need some rest first.” I nodded and laid my head back on his chest, closing my eyes. I was already beginning to drift off. “I’m so glad to have found you tonight.” I heard him say before I completely drifted to sleep.

Three Years Later

Taron really worked wonders at getting rid of my writer’s block. I had my second book published about six months after the reunion. Now, I’m working on my fourth one now, with his help of course.

“Are you almost ready, love?” Taron asked coming into our bedroom. We’re living together now, because that’s what most married couples do. Oh yes, we got married about a year in a half ago. “Ian and Poppy are already on the way to the restaurant.”

I quickly finished up the sentence I had been working on for my book, “Yes, I’m ready.” I said saving the document and shutting my laptop. I tried to stand up but failed horribly, “Oh Taron, could you help me up?” I asked.

He chuckled, “Of course. How are you feeling today?” He asked as he helped me to stand up. “Is she still restless?” His hand ran over my belly. I was six months pregnant with our daughter and she was quite a restless little baby.

“She has been sleeping most of the day. I have no doubt she will wake up once I want to go to sleep.” That was what she liked to do, but I didn’t really mind at all.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Taron said before kissing me.

“Don’t be, I love it.” He chuckled. “Now should we get going?” I asked him.

“Oh yes, we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

Taron made me happy and he gave me the inspiration that I needed. I was glad I went to that reunion. If I hadn’t. We wouldn’t have had the chance to get together. Taron made life great.

@primaba11erina @mairyleo

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brianharoldmayjune · 5 years

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There’s a First for Everything... Right?

Request: Could you write a fic where you discover joe!deaky has daddy issues? maybe a little bit of smut with a mix of fluff?

Pairing: Joe Mazzello!John Deacon x Reader

Warning: Daddy kink, spanking, some other smutty ass shit.

Word Count: 1713

You and John had known each other for several years. It started off in first year when you were both two shy students in a program with no friends. With small talk at first, then accidently running into each other in classes, your friendship slowly began to take off.

From what started off with saving a seat for each other in class, turned into studying together the night before a midterm.

Second year came, and now you two were slightly coming out of your shells, occasionally skipping classes to get food or go to the cinema.

Once third year came around, John decided to take a chance and ask you to be his girlfriend. He was second guessing asking you when his best friend, yourself, was at stake, but you said yes without second thought.

Fourth year brought a new growth in your relationship. You two were now sharing a small one-bedroom apartment right next to your campus, which gave you the opportunity to see each other 24/7. But of course, the two of you never got sick of the other person.

Now, here you both are, with a relationship that was pretty much PG, bound by tons of kisses and cuddles, and intimate love sessions that would occur once in a blue moon. To the both of you, all you needed was each other’s presence to be happy.

Till this day, you continue to learn new things about this special boy, and he continues to learn new things about his special girl.

Although, what you were about to find out was not one of them...

John was currently driving the two of you to your apartment after you had both finished your last university exam.

“Yes, I will keep you updated once I get my marks back. Bye, love you daddy!” You hung up the phone after explaining to your dad how well your finals went.

You looked over to John smiling, your happiness couldn’t be contained seeing as you were both one step closer to graduating with a degree from this hell hole.

Unfortunately, his face didn’t resemble the same amount of happiness as yours did. You furrowed your eyebrows giving him a playful pout while gently smacking his shoulder.

“John, stop being a downer. You’ll never have to read, let alone look at, a thousand-page paper on stupid philosopher theories ever again.” You stated relieved, leaning your elbow against the window and resting your head in your hand to continue your stare at him.

A small smile cracked upon his lips, but something still seemed off. “I’m not being a downer, I just don’t think- I, uh, did too well on that exam.” John said, refusing to look at you.

That answer didn’t convince to the slightest.

“Shut up, I’m sure you probably still did better than me.” you let out a small laugh, and all he did was give a small grin, slightly squirming in his seat.

That didn’t go unnoticed to you, and that’s when you noticed it. Your boyfriend had a hard-on boner. A boner he was clearly trying to hide from you.

You took your elbow of the window, leaning back in your seat and staring out your side window. You didn’t know what to do in a situation like this seeing as you two, as mentioned, were pretty much PG.

“Y/N, when we get home, you want to order take-out and sit in front of the fireplace burning our papers?” he turned his head to you, watching a big smile pop upon your face.

You nodded. “As long as I’m not burning the papers I actually did well on.”

Once you got home, John decided to take a shower to freshen up, leaving you too look through the take-out menu collection that has been accumulating since you moved in together.

You couldn’t focus though, thinking about what had happened in the car. What could have possibly triggered that?

Your eyes were focused on the pizza menu in front of you, but your brain was playing through every little thing that happened early that day which could have caused John’s boner.

Then it hit you. The phone call with your dad, and what you had called him merely inches away from your boyfriend.

Could he really? Could the most innocent and shyest boy you’ve spent the last of your 4 years with really have daddy issues. Daddy issues that have gone unseen?

You heard the water turn on, signaling he had just started his shower. The next thing that popped in your head shocked you; should I tend to that?

Even with your innocence similar to Johns, you couldn’t lie if you said these fantasies have never played out in your dreams from time to time.

And that’s how you got where you currently are. Laying down on your shared bed in nothing but one of Johns over-sized tees and a pair of lace panties (yes, you may have a PG relationship but that never stopped you from buying things you knew you’d look hot as fuck in).

You slid a hand down the front of your body, starting to rub yourself through the lacey material. The shower stopped, and your heart started to race. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter by the second.

You were worried. You had never tried anything like this before, but hey, there are firsts for everything- right?

The bathroom door opened, the light filling your bedroom that was only dimly lit by a lamp. John stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Y/N?” he seemed shocked.

You, on the other hand, had already gotten past the anticipation, and continued to rub yourself, your eyes focused on him.

“I need help... daddy.” you let out a shaky breath, looking at his chest, too nervous to look into his eyes.

He stood there, staring at your beautiful figure laying on the shared bed. But he said nothing. You were starting to think this was a bad idea and suddenly stopped.

You removed your hand, sitting up, beginning to ramble. “John, I’m sorry. I thought you were into this, and I thought I’d give it a-” but you were cut off.

“You think you can touch yourself without my permission, then simply ask me for help?” he began to walk stock towards you.

You gulped, only shaking your head. This wasn’t like John at all, but it sure was making you feel a new kind of pleasure. A new kind of wetness in your core.

“Use your words, little one.” He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards you, leaving your faces inches apart. You shakily responded “no.”

John then broke his character by saying “You’re so cute,” causing a whine to erupt from your mouth. “Deaky common...”

“This is turning you on as much as me, huh?” he simply said, his hot breath being felt on your neck. You nodded in response.

He then got back into character. “What did I say about using your words, brat? What am I going to do to you?”

“Make me cum.” you say, biting your bottom lip while looking him hungrily in the eyes. All John did was smirk at you “How about the opposite?”

You had no time to respond as he spoke the next line. “Over my lap now.” You did as he said without hesitation, your breathing remaining heavy.

John was sitting on the edge of the bed, his towel now thrown to the side, with you laying over his lap.

Within seconds you felt a hand spank one of your ass cheeks, earning a whimper from you, but damn, was that a new sensation for you.

He then was quick to slap your other cheek, causing you to bite your bottom lip softly. The spanking was then replaced with John rubbing at your wet core through your panties.

“John...” you moaned, you needed him badly.

Unfortunately, he stopped, laying a hard hand to your ass. “Excuse me?” his voice was filled with so much dominance, and boy did it suit him.

“Daddy.” you corrected yourself. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” John asked, going back to rubbing your pussy.

“Yes, daddy.” you said with a nod, knees now week, yourself practically limp over his thighs. He was still stark naked, allowing his erect member to press firmly against your abdomen.

He then laced his fingers through the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs and tossing them on the floor next to his towel.

He then pushed one finger past your throbbing folds, fingering you ever so slowly.You were in the same position, eyes closed as you tried to contain your moans.

He started to pump his fingers faster, while sliding in another finger. You felt his fingers curl inside of you and felt yourself inching to your high.

“Daddy, I’m so close. you said softly, a small moan escaping from your lips.

“Don’t cum.” he simply said, bringing his free hand to your mouth, and slipping two fingers past your lips so you could suck on them.

You did exactly that, unable to talk to inform John you wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer.

His index and middle finger continued to pump inside your aching pussy, bringing you to the edge of your high.

You felt a knot in your stomach, and as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of both your core and mouth, leaving you limp across his legs.

“Daddy please, don’t stop.” you whined, seeing as he didn’t let you finish.

He helped you sit up, your legs on either side of his waist, as he held your body close to him.

You lay your head on his shoulder, as his hand slid under your shirt to rub your back.

“I told you, you’re not allowed to cum. That’s your punishment.” his whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to run up and down your body.

“I won’t do it again.” you said innocently, hoping he would finish you off.

He just chuckled, his breath hitting your ear. “Oh baby, I know you won’t.”

And that my friends, was only the first of discovering how kinky their relationship was about to be.

MASTERLIST

- Yours Truly, R.

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thediverismylove · 5 years

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LOVER TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW

i forgot that you existed — don’t like the beginning she sounds like a robot lol. “in my feelings more than drake”??? girl no thank you. not a big fan of this song. 3/10. fave lyric is “it isn’t love / it isn’t hate / it’s just indifference”; least fave is “in my feelings more than drake, yeah”.

cruel summer — love the production on this one! her voice sounds really good and i love the way she sings “cruel summer”. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “so cut the headlights / summer’s a knife / i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone”; no least fave lyrics here!

lover — the TENDERNESS of this song! love how easy and pretty and acoustic it it is. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue / all’s well that ends well to end up with you”; no least fave again!

the man — okay “when everyone believes you / what’s that like?” wig! also when she’s like if i was a man…….then i’d be the man…….and the synths do That in the background? it does feel very Feminism 101 in the verses but the chorus is fun! idk i expected more from this one and it’s def fun but not an all time fave. 6/10. fave lyric is “i’m so sick of running as fast as i can / wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man”; least fave is “and they would toast to me, oh, let the players play / i’d be just like leo in saint tropez”.

the archer — SO gorgeous and vulnerable! love the gentle and introspective vibes of this one and how simple the backing track is. her voice is so pretty in this one! would love to hear this totally acoustic. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “i cut off my nose just to spite my face / and i hate my reflection for years and years”; least fave is the pre-chorus bit that’s similar to humpty dumpty you know the one lol.

i think he knows — ugh hate the intro again talky-singing works well for her sometimes but it really doesn’t work here. very bored by this one. it feels like it’s trying so hard to be fun but it doesn’t have particularly interesting instrumentals/synths/whatever and her voice is way too talky-singy for me here. the last chorus is kinda fun but not enough to fix the whole song. 4/10. favorite lyric is “he got my heartbeat / skipping down sixteenth avenue baby”; least fave is “he got that boyish look that i like in a man / i am an architect, i’m drawing up the plans”.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince — pretty intro! the talky-singing works a little better for me here. the pageant/prom conceit is fun. very amused by her still comparing her adult life to high school prom considering she left high school at like what 15/16 for music? jdeasjkkjcskjn it’s fun tho this song is fun. i have a feeling this one will grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “we're so sad, we paint the town blue / voted most likely to run away with you”; least fave is the “she’s a bad bad girl bit” lol

paper rings — ooh fun intro! like whatever effect they have over her voice. this one has a really cool beat. like the kiss me once/kiss me twice bit. the chorus is really sweet! the tune is very dance-worthy. i could def see this being played in a romcom (cue me adding it to the playlist for my gay summer camp romcom). didn’t expect to like this one so much but i’m enjoying it a lot so far! idk abt the lyrics im not even listening that closely jfekwjakjnkjn i just love the beat and the effect they have over her voice. also can’t stop thinking about when rey @theglowpt2 said “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” sounds something the try guys would shout at each other lmfao. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “darling, you’re the one i want / and paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams / oh, you’re the one i want”; least fave is “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” bc of aforementioned try guys energies making it humorous instead of cute as intended for me.

cornelia street — like her voice in the intro it sounds very pretty and soft! don’t like the weird synth thing going on at the beginning tho it’s giving me a headache. don’t like the way she launches into the chorus it feels very abrupt. “we bless the rains on cornelia street” lol is this a toto ref? this one is pretty underwhelming ngl. her voice is pretty in some places here though. would probably enjoy an acoustic version of this a lot more. 6/10. fave lyric is “and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name”; no least fave lyric but i hate those loud synth things at the beginning more than anything.

death by a thousand cuts — totally thought this was gonna be a song about like. bitter ~haters~ or smth by the title. her voice is really pretty after the “my my my” bit! love the synths in this one. the line about the traffic lights…...wig! okay totally expected to not like this one but i kinda like it. laughing at her going “UNITED WE STAND” tho lmfao. this one will def grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright / they say i don’t know”; least fave is “our songs, our films, united we stand / our country, guess it was a lawless land”.

london boy — oh excited for the absolute INSANITY of this one girls! DID SHE JUST REFER TO HER HOMETOWN AS SOCAL GIRL YOU ARE FROM PENNSYLVANIA!!!!! also so amused about she needs to reference the fact that she is american and her bf is british so many times. if i heard this song out in public i’d have to die. did she make a p!atd ref lol. unfortunate as hell but it’s kinda fun. 4/10. fave is none of it; least fave is all of it.

soon you’ll get better — oh this one is gonna make me SOB i just know it!!!! the vulnerableness of it all. thank you for a song about family ms taylor! the harmonies w the dixie chicks i’m ascending. this one is so so gorgeous and heartbreaking and the first song off this album that actually really made me Feel Something. 10/10. fave lyric is “the buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair / in doctor’s office lighting / i didn’t tell you i was scared”; no least fave!!! She’s Perfect

false god — intro is fun! i like her voice in this one it’s #sexi. the line abt being nyc is funny lol…..girl what does that mean you are not a town what does that MEAAAAN. taylor swift said YES i fuck what about it in this song. the line about being the west village…...what does that mean? he’s expensive??? 6.5/10. fave lyric is “the altar is my hips / even if it’s a false god / we’d still worship this love”; least fave is “staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town / i’m new york city, i’d still do it for you, babe”.

you need to calm down — i REFUUUUSE to listen to this song all the way it’s so corny and ridiculous. taylor rly thot she was doing smth w this one. 3.5/10. no fave lyric; least fave is like. ALL of it it’s very cheesy.

afterglow — pretty vocals! love me some vulnerable songs. not much to say about this one lol. i like the chorus a lot. 7.5/10. fave lyric is “fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves / chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us / why'd I have to break what i love so much?”; least fave is “tell me that it’s not my fault / tell me that i’m all you want / even when i break your heart”.

me! — unpopular opinion but i actually prefer me! to yntcd. idk why i just feel like me! knows how ridiculous and silly it is but yntcd does not. maybe that’s just me tho? 4/10. can’t believe she killed the best line of all time aka “hey kids spelling is fun”...that was HILARIOUSLY BAD AND WONDERFUL AT THE SAME TIME. that would’ve been the fave; least fave is the awkward uncomfortable space where “hey kids spelling is fun” used to be.

it’s nice to have a friend — very forgettable. her vocals here are pretty but the song overall is nothing special imo. do like the dreamy vibes tho! 4.5/10. fave or least fave lyrics tbh it’s just boring to me pretty but boring.

daylight — WHY is taylor swift so obsessed w/ mentioning that some of her friends turned out to be dicks. absolutely OBSESSED w/ that edit that’s like “i wounded the good and trusted the wicked” over katy perry and karlie kloss respectively it’s peak comedy. very pretty vocals but has some unfortunate lyrics! 5.5/10. fave lyric is “i, i just think that / you are what you love”; least fave is “i wounded the good and i trusted the wicked / clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke”.

overall: probably like a 6.5/10? had some really great tracks like lover & the archer & soon you’ll get better but also some BAD ones like me!, yntcd, and i forgot that you existed. it was a fun time but not an all time fave. in terms of tswift album rankings i’m not sure where i’d put it yet get back to me on that one. anyways i’m gonna go listen to lucy dacus now bye

#taylor swift #lover #lover review #enjoy lads.....

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urdbell18 · 5 years

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A Seed Hidden in the Heart Chapter 16: The One With a Little Hope

AN:I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! And with a brand new chapter for you guys. Was it worth the wait? I don't know but here it is! Enjoy!

Since the summons arrived Zelda entered into a state that was a combination of depression and catatonic. She walked around like a zombie, a shell of her former self that could perform her basic humanly functions. Though not lacking in her duties as a teacher her students noticed that Zelda wasn’t herself and Rosalind and Theo asked if there was anything they could do to help but not even Mary knew how to help Zelda beyond just being there. Mary wouldn’t begin to say she understood what Zelda was feeling, yes she loved Vida like her own but the connection that Zelda and Vida had was something deeper. That connection was why whenever Vida was around Zelda painted on a smile to allude that nothing was wrong, acted like everything was normal when every night after tucking Vida into bed Zelda cried. All Mary could do was hold her and wish that there was something that she could do. It came to her one afternoon on a Saturday in April.

That day had been particularly bad. Zelda wouldn’t stop crying, she couldn’t even muster enough energy to get out of bed. Mary shuffled Vida out, saying Zelda was just a little sick and she was okay. Vida looked at her like she didn’t believe her, and to be honest Mary didn’t even believe herself, but she agreed and headed downstairs. In the kitchen Mary and Hilda shared a quick look and a slight nod. Hilda will take care of Zelda, Mary will handle Vida. Armed with a list of errands Mary and Vida left. After stopping at the pharmacy and the home improvement store for some fertilizer the last thing on Hilda’s list was to fix a clasp on a watch of hers that broke. Mary loathed to go into the shopping district on a weekend but wanting to give Hilda as much time as possible she decided to suck it up and go.

The bell on the jewelry store tinkled when Mary entered shaking off her umbrella as it started to rain lightly. Vida who was decked out in her raincoat with matching boots and hat shook her head when Mary took her hat off, causing red ringlets and little droplets of water to fly everywhere. Mary smiled and fussed over Vida’s hair to make it somewhat neat. A salesperson came over and asked how they could help them. When Mary explained that she needed a watched to be fixed the salesperson led her over to one of the glass cases to have a closer look. At first Vida was next to her, holding onto the side of her leather trench coat but becoming bored at having looked at everything in the case started to wonder. Mary was two seconds away from calling Vida back but stopped. Other than her, Vida, and a few other employees there were only two other customers and Vida was smart enough to not go with anyone or out of the store so Mary turned back to the sales person but kept an ear out for the slight ‘squelch’ that Vida’s boots made on the shops carpet. After several minutes of looking through watches they eventually found something that could match the original fixture the sales clerk went into the back to talk to the person who did the actual hardware work Mary turned to find Vida.

Vida was standing in front of a glass case filled with little charms and pendants for necklaces and bracelets. The charms were all arranged by shape, grouped together by metal type, gold and silver mostly, and gemstone options. Mary quickly recognized the birthstone gems as the pieces were arranged in neat double rows of six. Vida was, of course, fascinated with the little bear pendants. The pendants were about half the size of Mary’s finger tip but the detail was impressive. The 3D bears had little eyes and noses and a tail on its sitting bottom plus soft carving marks to resemble fur. On one foot was a small round gemstone that fit perfectly with the pad of the bears paw.

“What do you have here baby bear?”

“Look at the little bears Mamma they’re so cute.”

“That they are.” The longer Mary stared at the bears wheel started to turn in her head as an idea started to form. The sales clerk that was helping them with the watch came back pulling Mary away from the bear pendants. The watch was fixable and Mary filled the work order so Hilda could pick it up later.

“Is there anything else I can help you with Ma’am?” Mary thought about it for a minute. The bear pendants came back to mind.

“There is one thing.” Mary took the clerk over to the bear pendants and he pulled out the little shelving they rested on out so she could have a closer look. The bears were, as Mary predicted, part of the stores birthstone collection so each bear had a different gemstone. A gold bear with a 36 inch chain was almost $200, a little steep but for Zelda it was worth it.

“What do you think baby bear?” Mary picked up Vida so she could see the bears more clearly. “Should we get one for you Mom?”

“Yes!” Vida then told the sales clerk when her birthday was, May 16th, and he pulled out a pre boxed bear with an emerald gemstone.

“Would you like to get it engraved? It’s $10 and we can do it today in about an hour.” Tempted Mary agred, she and Vida could get lunch and come back to get the necklace. Mary told the clerk what she wanted. When she came back for it the necklace was wrapped up nicely in a little box with a blue ribbon.

After some debate Mary decided not to wait until Mother’s Day to give the necklace to Zelda. That next day she recruited Vida to make their special breakfast, french toast light on the powdered sugar and syrup with some egg whites, a small cup of fruit, a lightly buttered biscuit, and a mug of coffee. Balancing the tray Mary and Vida brought it back upstairs to surprise Zelda. Mary hung back with the try as Vida, after setting down the mug of coffee that she was entrusted with on the nightstand, climbed up onto Zelda’s bed to wake her. It didn’t take much, Zelda hasn’t been sleeping well either and it only took a little prodding to wake her.

“Surprise!” Zelda looked at Vida then at Mary as she placed the breakfast tray.

“What is this?”

“Me and Momma made you our special breakfast. To make you feel better.” Zelda gasped a little in shock, she didn’t know that Vida picked up on her mood, but hid it well.

“Thank you baby.” The bed dipped as Mary joined them on the bed and they shared breakfast. When the tray was empty Mary handed Vida the small box that held the necklace.

“We got you this Mommy.” Zelda took the box, not sure what it could be or why she was receiving this gift. After untying the ribbon the dark blue box opened with a soft crack. Zelda’s eyes widened and she gave a faint gasp. “Do you like it Mommy?” The tiny gold bear looked so much bigger cradled in the soft lining of the box, tiny emerald catching the light. The new addition to the bear, the thing that had Zelda almost in tears, was a tiny engraving on the bears other paw that said ‘V.S.’

“I love it.” Vida smiled and snuggled into her mother’s side. Zelda handed the box to Mary so she could place the necklace on her. Sweeping Zelda’s hair over her shoulder Mary fastened the necklace around Zelda’s slender neck. Though not big the bear stood out against Zelda’s pale skin, the pendant resting lightly on her chest. When the necklace was securely in place Zelda turned back to face Mary and brought her close to share a kiss. Mary returned it, making it just a little deeper and longer.

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After that Zelda was in a better mood. She wasn’t 100%, Mary believed that wouldn’t happen until this whole mess was over, but she stopped crying and could muster real small smiles. She also realized that she couldn’t ignore the inevitable anymore. She needed to hire an attorney. Over the next week or so Zelda contacted several law firms that looked to be in her price range and could help her. None of them, even after a respected waiting time, responded back. Zelda started to panic, she knew that Faustus would have an attorney that would destroy her in a single breath. If she wanted even a snowballs chance in hell to keep her daughter she needed her own representation but with no responses she was starting to go back into her depressed state. Just as it seemed that hope was lost Zelda received a very interesting email on Saturday afternoon.

Dear Ms. Spellman,

I heard from the grapevine that you are looking for an attorney for an upcoming custody case. My name is Daniel Webster, I don’t have a law firm nor work for one but I do have a license to practice law with a decade worth of trial experience. An old friend of mine from one of the law firms that you contacted pointed me in your direction and gave me your email, I hope you don’t mind. I would like to take your case pro bono. To prove that I am not a scammer we can meet in a neutral location on your terms and I have attached some links to a few of the cases that I worked on. Write me back when you can.

Signed, Daniel Webster

Deciding to take a leap of faith Zelda wrote back to Mr. Webster that she would meet him at Hilda’s book shop just after breakfast. Vida was with Mary, Zelda dropped them off at the park with a promise that if they got tired or if the weather turned bad to come to the store. Dr. Cee allowed her to use his back office for the meeting, it was quiet and it plus the tea that Hilda gave her helped her remain calm. At five past ten Hilda let in a middle age man with short white hair and beard and dressed in a nice but not flashy navy blue suit.

“Ms. Spellman.” Mr. Webster held out his hand and they shook hands for a brief moment. Hilda asked Mr. Webster if he would like anything but he said no. With that Hilda closed the door behind her and she and Mr. Webster were alone. Mr. Webster opened his briefcase and took out a legal pad and pen. “So let’s begin. According to court documents a Faustus Blackwood is suing you for full custody of your daughter.”

“Yes.”

“Is he the child’s biological father?”

“Unfortunately.”

“And when did your relationship end?”

“About a month after I found out I was pregnant.” After she gave her answer Mr. Weber straightened up.

“You have had no contact with Mr. Blackwood before now?”

“None whatsoever.”

“Good. We can use that. Do you have the girls birth certificate?” Zelda pulled out a folder from her purse that contained all of the important papers regarding Vida. Each family member had their own folder in a locked drawer in the credenza next to the kitchen. Zelda handed Mr. Weber Vida’s birth certificate. Mr. Webster scanned over the document and his eyes widened. Zelda didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad.

“Ms. Spellman we have nothing to worry about.” Zelda’s heart stopped in her chest but it was a good stop. A huge wave a relief blew over her and she felt like she could breathe again without this crushing weight against her. She didn’t know why she had so much confidence in Mr. Webster but she did and if he said she didn’t have to worry than she won’t. She really hoped he was right.

With their meeting concluded Zelda went out to the main area. Mary and Vida weren’t there, they still must be at the park. Zelda, after debate decided to walk the short distance to the park. The weather was nice, sunny with just a bit of cloud and a nice breeze that was refreshing but not knee shaking. When she arrived at the park Vida was hanging from the monkey bars with Mary close to her ready to spring into action if Vida needed her. Zelda was impressed as Vida made the last four bars to the landing on the jungle gym set. Though too far away to hear Mary said something that made Vida flush with pride and she ran off to the higher part of the jungle gym. When Zelda reached Mary she took the other woman’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Meeting went well?” Zelda nodded and rested her head against Mary’s shoulder. Given hope Zelda could relax enough to enjoy physical contact with Mary. Mary let go of Zelda’s hand to drape her arm over Zelda’s shoulder. They stayed that way until Vida called out to them, she was standing at the opening of a slide. Zelda moved to the end so that when Vida reached it she scooped her up. Vida giggled as Zelda pressed her close and kissed her cheek.

“Ready to go?” Vida nodded and they, after Zelda took Mary’s hand again, walked back to the car to go home.

#Zelda Spellman #Madam Satan #madam spellman

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years

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Supernatural!Jisung

A cocky shapeshifter with a temper, that’s all I knew about Han Jisung. I had no classes with him until this year, unfortunately, luck was never on my side.

He was a pretty nice guy, don’t get me wrong. But he was arrogant, always thinking he was better than everyone else, even his friends. From the way he walks to the way he acts, everyone can tell he’s got major skills. He’s one of the strongest shapeshifters, and one of the most powerful people on campus. No one likes to mess with shapeshifters because their anger is uncontrollable, and they’re unpredictable.

Luckily, I was just a witch.

Honestly, I was a bit scared of the boy. I never talked to him before and I only heard stories of how he lashed out at one boy for stealing his girlfriend and almost tore his friend apart for just playfully teasing him.

I did not want to get on his bad side.

But the boy was just so annoying, it was hard to take anything he did seriously!

“Today class, I’ll be assigning a group project due next Friday.” The class groaned. Everyone knew everyone hated school projects, it was a mutual hate in high school. “Deal with it kids.” Silence.

“Ok, so I assigned your partners already, you’ll be meeting up outside of school so please be certain to exchange numbers.” I groaned. I hated talking to everyone at this school, they were all weird. Either super cocky or super abnormal or super strong and scary. I was average I would say.

“Jeno, Hyemi. Woojin, Chan.” The two smiled at each other, ugh lucky.

“y/n, Jisung.” My heart stopped. JISUNG? I looked over at him, but he already was, smirking. I internally groaned.

And at that moment, I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well.

After class, Jisung ran out of the room once it was the end of class. I groaned, I wanted to start working as soon as possible since I had plans next week

I ran after him. “Jisung!” I called out. “Wait!” When he didn’t slow, I grew upset. His friends looked back and pointed at me, but Jisung ignored me either way. Letting my temper get the best of me, I whispered a spell under my breath. It was a special spell only those of royal descent could use.

Suddenly, the bodies around me stopped, freezing in their place. I heard a gasp.

“What the hell?” I smirked as Jisung looked around, and then his eyes landed on me. “Hey witch change it back, you need to chill out.” I felt his power start to erupt, which made my heart jump. But my spell made it clear so no one could use magic in this realm.

“Funny, magic and powers don’t work here, sorry bud.” He glared at me. I held out my hand.

“Now, phone number.” At those words, he smirked.

“Aw baby, if you wanted to get my number, all you had to do was just ask.” I glared at him. I kept my anger under control, as I was from the royal line of witches and warlocks.

“For the project, Jisung. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible.” I extended my hand. “Number please.” I used the spell of compulsion, also a royal spell when not used by fae, to make him act. I smiled once I had it.

“And while you’re here, be at the hidden library, 3pm tomorrow. See you there.”

Quickly, the world spun to life and continued on, feeling like nothing was wrong. Jisung turned around and glared at me, but he knew better to attack. He let it go while his friends were confused at his actions.

And I realized, I had made enemies with one of the most powerful shapeshifters who I happened to be working on a project with.

The next day, I was sitting in the library, waiting for the arrival of Han Jisung. I checked my phone, it was 3:01. I grew uneasy; I hate when people are late. I huffed and waited 10 more minutes.

Nothing.

Another 10. Still nothing. I sighed. I decided to just do my homework from other classes in the library, wishfully thinking that Jisung would show later.

As I was about to leave at 6pm, I heard a voice call my name. I looked up and didn’t find myself staring at the right person.

“Jeongin” I asked. I felt the pit in my stomach gurgle. I felt a bit nervous around this boy. First because he’s so beautiful. And second, since he is also of royal descent, we are bound to wed when we get older to model a perfect couple for the younger generations. I mean, he’s cute and all, but I barely know the guy besides him being a warlock and potentially powerful one.

“Hey y/n, you look pretty sad here by yourself.” I scoffed, leaning back in my chair.

“Yup, I was supposed to meet someone, but I think they sorta stood me up?” He started to look uneasy.

“Wait, you’re going on a date..? I thought we were supposed to wed when we grew up.” Wow, there was really no secrets with this guy. I was a year older than him and even though that’s not a lot, in high school, that feels like a whole generation gap. I coughed to cover my laugh.

“Um, not a date, just for a school project.” I decided to ignore the wed part. Honestly, I wasn’t too against it. I never thought I was going to fall in love with someone on my own, so an arranged marriage wouldn’t hurt me. Plus, I’m aware of the strengths it would bring to the royal powers.

“Oh cool. That sucks, who was it?” I sighed.

“Two words: Han Jisung.” Jeongin burst out laughing.

“Oh Jisung hyung? He’s not that bad noona, it’ll be ok.” The boy glanced down at his watch and frowned. “Oops, I was supposed to help out my roommate with making dinner. I’ll see you around?” I nodded.

I sat back in my chair and sighed. It was 6pm and Jisung was a no show. I felt tears well up in my eyes, even though this wasn’t a big deal. I felt embarrassed that my future husband knew I was getting stood up by Han Jisung and that he probably thinks everyone can walk over me. And ah! I just hate Jisung so much!

“You’re in an arranged marriage?” I jolted out of my chair and let out a scream, resulting in everybody shushing me. I blushed but grew angry at the boy in front of me.

“Don’t scare me like that!” I exclaimed I said, slapping his arm. He look surprised at the attack but laughed.

“I didn’t scare you, I just asked you a question.” I crossed my arms.

“Actually, you did scare me. And another fact, you’re 3 hours late! How could you?

“I sat here for 3 hours and now you show?? I had to tell my freaking future husband that I was just stood up by you and I’m so embarrassed and upset and now I’ll still have to do the project which I will be doing BY MYSELF.”

But Han Jisung had the AUDACITY to smirk at me which made my blood boil.

“Actually sweetheart, I was here. I was just in a different form, a fly. That’s how I knew you were in an arranged marriage. I just wanted to see you struggle and it was hilarious. I guess little Miss Royalty isn’t so good at witchcraft as everyone thought she was.” I growled at his words.

“Why the hell would you try to test me? If you thought I was so smart, wouldn’t you be happy that you got me as a partner?! And you did this because what, you wanted to prove to me how bad I am or that shapeshifters are better or something? What reason do you have besides that you’re a huge jerk, Han Jisung! You are the meanest person I ever met!”

I felt myself getting emotional, something I often did when I was angry. Most people here lash out with anger, but I just start to cry, bad habit.

Jisung had the decency to at least look puzzled at my emotional state.

I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, holding in my tears.

I hate being an angry crier, it’s like the worst crier you could be. You just look like a child and no one takes you seriously.

And even worse, I was more upset that a guy like Han Jisung could make me feel so many sad emotions.

The next morning, I woke up feeling like trash. My eyes were swollen and my hair was a mess since I didn’t wash the hairspray out of it. And on top of that, my nose was stuffed and I had a massive headache. Great, now I’m sick.

“y/n, are you not going to school?” My roommates, Ahyoung asked. I looked up at her and she recoiled, which made me sad that a werewolf would be frightened of me.

“I’m sick.” I mumbled. She smiled fakely.

“Oh ok, well, I’ll go now. Hope you feel better.” She left me alone to wallow in my sadness.

I thought of the anger I felt yesterday and felt it make my blood boil.

“That stupid guy thinks he can just walk all over me and then push my buttons just because I’m of royal descent. UGH!” I buried my head under my pillow.

Soon enough, the clock ticked by and struck 11 am, and I still hadn’t eaten anything yet. Right as I was about to get up, I heard a knock on the door. Weird, Ahyoung doesn’t get out til 2:30.

I stood up, wrapping my blanket around me, and opened the door. And then slammed it shut. I heard the pounding.

“Y/N! Please let me in!” I raised a brow. I stayed silent. “C’mon baby, I know you’re in there.” My cheeks turned red at his insult. Baby? Because I cried??

I got angry, meaning, I cried again. I quietly sobbed into my arm, and a stuffy nose and crying isn’t the best. I heard him sigh.

“Ok that wasn’t the nicest thing to say. I know you’re listening, so I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I can’t control my temper sometimes and also I’m a big jerk like you said. Forgive me?” I crossed my arms at the half-assed apology. I wiped my nose and blew into it, a mistake.

“Shit, are you crying again? Seriously, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I hate when people say that, it makes me cry harder.

“Just go away Jisung!” I yelled. Usually, I would do a spell, but spells go wonky when you’re sick. And crying.

“Are you naked?” I gasped at the question.

“You jerk! You try apologizing to me and really you just want to be a perv! Ok, ok, you freak!” As I was rambling, I saw a fly land on the ground and then Jisung appear. “AH!” I screamed, smacking him.

“Ouch! Ah lady, chill out! I asked if you were nude first, chivalry.” I glared at him, but then looked to what he had in his hands and I softened like the baby I was. I crossed my arms.

“That doesn’t matter. You should’ve let me grant my permission.” He sighed.

“Please y/n, I feel really bad for making you upset. I never had a girl gt so upset at what my teasing before and I just wanna make it up to you.” I look to the chocolates and roses he had in his hand. He jutted them out. “For you.” I felt my heart jump a bit, and I was upset by that reaction. I sighed.

“I’ll keep the gifts.” I said snottily. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and he chuckled. I glared. “What?” I snapped. He backed up.

“I was just gonna say you’re kinda cute when you’re not trying to strangle me.” At first, I wanted to punch him, then I realized what he said.

“You think I’m cute?” I blushed. He smiled, now he was blushing.

“I said kinda, don’t flatter yourself.” My heart dropped. He noticed my reaction. “And also you have a husband, sorta.” I rolled my eyes.

“True, I mean, I’m only ok with it ‘cause there’s probably no guy who’s going to fight for me.” Suddenly, Jisung’s eyes brightened. I took a step back. “What?” I asked. He smiled widely, like he had a plan.

“Was that a challenge?” I raised a brow.

“A what now?” He grabbed my hands, making my blanket fall and I happened to be only wearing a pink tank top, and was braless with shorts. I screamed and shoved him.

“AHH! HAN JISUNG!”

“Shit sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” I picked up the blanket again. “But first, I just wanted to say that challenge accepted.” I scoffed.

“What challenge?” He smiled.

“You said there’s no guy going to fight for you.” I don’t like where this is going.

“So I’ll be the first.”

#stray kids #han jisung #jisung #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids supernatural #kpop supernatural au #stray kids supernatural au #supernatural au #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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thetaekswoon · 6 years

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NCT Jungwoo| Camp Counselor AU

Ok so like we all know Lucas is hot af (and my age whoops I might as well go have a stroke now), but like Jungwoo... JUNGWOO MAN, that boy, that bOI. I love him.

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo is the counselor for the Coyote Cabin (boys ages 5 to 6) and he really loves working with the little kids!

Jungwoo is just so soft and kind and gentle and loving and wonderful and perfect, he was made to work with little kids, and that was why he was placed to work with the youngest cabin at the camp.

Like head counselor for the Coyote cabin is Yoongi and he was unfortunately placed in this cabin against his will (Yoongi wanted to be in a cabin for the older kids), and fellow counselor Sanha is too young to work in a cabin for any of the older kiddos, but like Jungwoo just genuinely enjoys working with all the little kids.

They all call him big brother or uncle Jungwoo because they all love him so much oh.

In a highkey bromance with fellow counselor Lucas, and everytime they walk by a group of middle-aged female campers they all go ooohhh and ahhhh and start humming “bromance” by nigahiga...

(I’m so sorry not sorry that i had to remind y’all about that, but yeah that was a necessity in this piece)

Jungwoo works down in the barn area at the camp and specializes in the little cuter animals like the chickens and geese, the rabbits, guinea pigs, and hedgehogs. Basically all the small animals.

and Jungwoo isn’t like a particular animal person, like he can’t really stand getting all down and dirty with the horses or alpacas like the counselors that specialize in those areas do...

or like Lucas who literally is always covered in dirt or mud

... but he does like working with the small animals, they’re cleaner and he thinks they’re nicer, but in reality all the animals just really like Jungwoo because he is incredibly soft and gentle with them, letting them do their own thing for the most part.

That and the fact that he always carries little treats in the pockets of his shorts.

Jungwoo has two favorite animals at the camp and they are this large Rex rabbit named Baby who likes to cuddle up into his chest and nap, and this older white goose he calls Blah Blah because it always likes to make a lot of noise whenever it realizes that food is around, but otherwise is rather quiet and likes to rest by the door of the barn, so it greets everybody.

People around the camp call Jungwoo many versions of his name, almost everyone has a cute petname for him.

many of the staff close to Jungwoo call him Woos, or something of the sort, while the campers in his cabin typically call him Zeus.

Jungwoo really likes it when the weather is cool enough so that he can walk around the camp wearing his shorts and his oversized camp sweatshirt. he just looks so cute and soft and cuddly that everybody can’t help, but notice it and compliment him.

tbh Jungwoo just likes the feeling of oversized clothing... lol imagine wearing junwoo’s oversized clothes i would die hahaha ha... anyway...

love and protect this boy

basically everyone loves Jungwoo and thinks he’s the most perfect, loving, soft and kind boy...

... that is except you.

For whatever reason Jungwoo just rubs you the wrong way.

like there wasn’t anything in particular that he first did to annoy you, but essentially ever since you first met him you just couldn’t stand to be around him.

You didn’t understand why everybody loved him so much, yes he was nice, but HELL you were nice and you didn’t have a cult following you around all day saying how perfect and lovable you were.

, and you are pretty darn stinking cute too!!!

And it isn’t just that he’s popular that makes you dislike him, it’s just that he always seems to get his way, like every little situation ends up in his favor and he just seems to brush it off like... whatever.

and to be fair every time he has tried talking to you he’s been really nice and even kinda funny not that you would ever give in and laugh at one of his jokes but you just can’t help not liking this guy.

At first Jungwoo was simply hurt by your “seething hatred” towards him, as your fellow Bobcat cabin counselor Joy put it, and he tried his best to make you like him.

Poor boy went so out of his way to try and make you feel better towards him that he even once offered to wash your car to which you replied, “Wash my car?!?? What are you crazy? I can do that myself.” and then stormed off.

To be fair, that offer of his was a bit too much, but he just felt desperate to earn your approval at that point he felt miserable, no one had ever disliked him so much as you and he felt like he had tried everything within his power to fix that.

after many attempts to ease your hatred he just decided to back off and stay away.

, but you didn’t really hate Jungwoo, he just kinda annoyed you. His presence irked you and made you do and say things that you wouldn’t normally say and do.

Maybe all it was, was that Jungwoo just was TOO nice.

One day it was hot and gross and sticky and overall miserable at the camp. It was barely even noon and the sun already felt like too much on your backs.

Everyone was sweating and agitated and felt terrible because of the too hot weather, and Jungwoo was not an exception.

On the outside of course he looked relatively calm and collected, just like how he always is, and it pissed you off like how could someone be just as happy go lucky today as every other day.

Little did you know that Jungwoo was not so happy. In fact he was kinda really angry.

See, everyone kind of expected Jungwoo to always be so soft and nice, so he tried to keep up that persona for everyone, especially the kids, but a lot had happened to him and he just wanted to vent off all this steam.

First of all, that morning one of the campers accidentally let all of the chickens out of their hutch so he had to run all around the barnyard trying to catch all of them.

then, one of the kids got into a fight with another kid over how long their turn had been holding the hamsters and it got kind of physical kinda fast. Too fast for Jungwoo to keep one kid from leaving a heavy black and blue mark on the other’s eye.

He hadn’t even been able to eat breakfast that morning because the staff member that typically fed the animals down at the barn in the mornings called in sick with the flu and Jungwoo had to step in to do it, however he was not entirely familiar with the feed schedules of the larger farm animals and ended up missing breakfast while he tried to dish out the food correctly.

Jungwoo was literally having one of the worst days ever, and he kept it all held in.

That was until the staff meeting during lunch, Jungwoo still hadn’t eaten and at this point it was looking like was wasn’t going to get anything for lunch or he’d have to skip chewing all together to finish eating in time, and to make matters worse... he was sitting next to you.

, now up until this point Jungwoo had had no problem with you despite your evident problem with him, but for whatever reason every time you tapped your pencil against the table it felt like he was getting a blow to the head.

When camp director Leeteuk asked for Jungwoo’s advice on how to solve a current camp issue, how to keep all the kids cool when it was a million and eight degrees outside, Jungwoo suggested that maybe they should give each cabin a time slot to go swimming in either the lake or the pool, you immediately raised your hand and said that his idea wasn’t good enough.

You said that a better solution would be to clear out the air conditioned buildings and put a projector up for them to watch a movie or two, at least until the sun went down.

Jungwoo was furious.

at this moment he felt nothing more than hatred and disgust towards you, just like you towards him.

He was so angry, his idea was fine, it was good, why the hell were you such a bitch???

Your voice made him sick, he was so hot and gross and felt absolutely miserable that just looking at you made him feel vile and like he was going to explode.

and then he did.

As soon as the meeting ended he couldn’t stop himself from calling you out... louder than he had thought he was but at this point his voice’s pitch meant nothing to him.

He cursed and shouted about how you were being such a cold bitch towards him the whole summer and that he didn’t need to put up with all of your bs because “ALL I’VE EVER BEEN WAS NICE TO YOU, WHY THE HELL DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH? WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO YOU TO MAKE YOU SUCH A BITCH TOWARDS ME? HUH?”

he went on and on yelling at you, all the other counselors and staff standing around watching Jungwoo actually lose his shit for the first time in pure shock.

And then theres you, listening in absolute awe.

Why was it that you couldn’t stand Jungwoo when he was being nice, but that when he was angry and mean he.,.. turned you on?

You always recognized that he was attractive, you had to give him that, maybe that was one of the reasons why you didn’t like him, but he was never HOT to you,

, but now, Jungwoo standing over you cursing you out for being such a shitty person Jungwoo was H O T.

His hair was all sweaty and he had rolled up his sleeves because of the absurdly warm weather, exposing his shoulders, and he was just going for it.

“IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH WHY DON’T YOU JUST PRETEND I DON’T EXIST THEN THAT’LL BE BETTER FOR EVERYBODY!”

and just like that he was gone. Jungwoo vanished.

He had stormed out, and everyone was just silent. Jungwoo never acted like that and thank god Leeteuk had already left the room otherwise someone could have gotten in big trouble.

Everyone there was staring at you in disbelief, and you were just as shocked yourself,

not knowing what to do you stand up and charge after him, quickly making eye contact with Joy, fellow counselor of the Bobcat cabin telling her that you’ll be out for a minute.

You didn’t know much about Jungwoo so when he was out of your sight you didn’t know where he may be off to.

all you knew was that he worked down in the barns, so that was where you went to go look for him first, and lucky enough there he was.

He looked so angry, so blind sided, powerful and ANGRY back after the meeting, but now..., Jungwoo is sitting on the floor with his head in his hands between his legs and he just looks utterly exhausted.

You know that he hears you walking up to him, but jungwoo doesn’t bother lifting his head up.

almost as if his lash out took all of his energy away.

“Can I sit?” you ask him

, the poor boy flinches at the sound of your voice, but doesn’t say anything.

So you sit down next to him. Surprising even yourself at how close you sit next to him, your shoulders touching.

To a stranger this scene may look like two close friends comforting one another, but in reality you two know practically nothing about each other, and you’re not exactly comforting one another.

It seems like Jungwoo is breaking down, his breathing is rough and fast and it is the only sound besides the rare flutter of feathers and cry of an animal in the barn, most of them out in their pasture anyway.

, so together you sit in the silence and it isn’t that bad, not that awkward or anything. You’re just concerned over Jungwoo’s wellbeing at this point.

Once his breathing has calmed down a bit you finally open your mouth to say something, but you can’t think of the right words to say.

“Um, you know....” you start, and though he doesn’t look up from between his knees you can tell that he’s listening to you, “I don’t actually hate you.”

It’s the truth. You haven’t really felt anything negative towards Jungwoo for a while now, but by this point in the summer it felt to strange to admit those feelings to him. However, if you had known that it was eating away at him so badly then maybe you would have said something sooner.

Jungwoo sucks in a breath, he didn’t expect you to say that, he thought you were going to say something mean, that you had come here to take on some kind of revenge for humiliating you earlier like that in front of everybody.

he thought that you had come here to make him cry, to be fair at this point any bad words about him would probably have poor jungwoo crying into his hands, hes had such a terrible day.

, but maybe this was just your way of getting back at him, pretending that you’re no longer “enemies”

He stays quiet.

“I don’t know why I acted so awful towards you, all those times I’ve snapped back or made you feel worthless. I don’t think I meant any of it, really. I think I was just kind of trapped in this fake illusion of you that I created in my head - if that makes any sense.”

what you say next takes away any doubt in your sincerity in Jungwoo’s mind.

“I’m sorry. I cannot say that enough, I’m so freaking sorry.”

And Jungwoo is so shocked that slowly, he begins to sit up and lean back against the wall.

his face is flushed you notice, turning to look right at him while he keeps his head faced forward, his cheeks and forehead are red and his eyes are a little puffy,,, you wonder if he’d been crying or if he was about to.

“I’m sorry too.” Jungwoo says eventually. Very quiet, almost whispering. “I’m sorry that I raised my voice.”

and with that you can’t help but let out a little laugh, looking forward.

for the first time he turns to look at you. “What?”

“Nothing,,,. nothing.” you tell him, “It’s just that I really was such a freaking bitch.”

He chuckles. and you push a little into his shoulder, a little playfully, and he does it back.

You two fall into another silence together, but this time it’s nice and calming. You’re looking over a little above his shoulder and him kind of the same. and then you’re staring at his face, and it takes jungwoo a while to notice this, but when he does he looks up at you, his eyebrows asking whats going on,

and you say to him quietly, “I have a weird feeling right now.”

“What kind of feeling?” he whispers, this all feels so scenic like from a movie with the light coming in from the open barn doors.

“I just really want to kiss you right now, I’m sorry I know that’s out of bounds.” you say, expecting him to move away from you or act any differently than he is now, but Jungwoo just stays where he is, silent, and watches you.

He seems to be thinking things over in his head, and after a few moments of him not moving away, you lean forward, just a little bit...

Jungwoo doesn’t seem to be annoyed or move, so you reach up, placing your hands on either side of his face

his skin is smooth and warm

And you press your lips against his, lightly at first, and after he doesn’t make any moves to stop you, staying rather still, you kiss him slightly harder, and after a few moments of simply kissing him, Jungwoo starts kissing you back.

His hand behind your neck is firm and keeps you in place.

Kim Jungwoo is a much better kisser than you anticipate him to be, not that you had ever even thought about kissing him before 30 seconds ago.

the kiss doesn’t last long, it’s quick and sweet. Neither of you can keep the smile from spreading across your face.

“I’m not asking if we’re good, cause well i don’t really know, but like... are we good?” you ask.

“Yeah, I think so.” He whispers, and rests his forehead on yours.

You two stay down at the barn just sitting there for about twenty minutes or so until you decide to head back up to the main camp together,

, and needless to say... everybody is shocked to see you two together... being so,, civil.

like you’re not trying to make a spectacle of yourselves, you don’t hold hands or anything - though you couldn’t help but wonder what people’s reactions would be like if you two showed up and you were, probably similar but just a lot more hanging jaws - you just stand really close, talking like normal ass human beings, maybe even friends.

When you turn to head over to your cabin group which is resting in the shade at the end of the field, Jungwoo gives you slight shoulder squeeze and a nod before heading over to his group.

Approaching your group, Joy gives you the “wtf” look and you just shrug,

“Guess things just worked themselves out.” you say, sitting down next to her.

“That’s some magic stuff right there.... Wait.” she looks at you, takes your head in her hands and starts moving you around like a mother, “wait omg you’re glowing. omg Y/N what the hell!?? Did you...” her voice is surprised, but low enough to stay out of earshot of the campers.

“No, no nothing like that.” you tell her. “and besides it’s none of your business anyway.”

“he just hugged you. Jungwoo hugged you are you’re not fuming? I just don’t understand.”

“pfff, he barely hugged me, I wouldn’t even call it that.”

“Whatever it was, you’re wild girl.” and you laugh.

For the rest of the summer there are no more conflicts between Jungwoo and yourself, but there are no more kisses either :(

, however there was one time when a bunch of the staff went out hiking on their day off that you two sort of snuck off and vibed out by a small creek, listening to music and dare I say holding hands every once and a while.

Truth be told, you were much happier working at the camp with Jungwoo as a friend, he quickly became one of the closest people to you within the following weeks,

all those reasons why you hated him soon made you adore about him, he was more of a listener than I talker, he always made his words count, He was devoted and gentle and lovely, his oversized sweaters make him look so cute and huggable, the sweaters so very stealable,

, though nothing really continued to blossom between you two during the summer there is always the hope of next year, both of you already signed up to be counselors again for the following year,

, and besides you do have his number.

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a-gay-bloodmage · 6 years

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Orest for the 50 questions ask meme: multiples of 10

God I love screaming about this boy

((From this and this post!))

10) What do they want to be when they grow up/what do they want to do with their lives?

Ever since he was little, Orest struggled with the idea of you’re Dalish. Your job is to make lots of little Dalish babies and be the best elf you can be, and wasn’t really sure if he wanted that. Of course, like any Dalish, he always wanted to be the best hunter in the Clan and to make his Ashalle-mom proud, though after the whole mess went down with Tamlen and that goddamn mirror, he couldn’t really wish for anything like that anymore. After the Blight ended, he wasn’t sure what he was going to make of himself. He struggles when there isn’t an immediate goal in front of him, and just find a cure for a thing and be a good Warden weren’t real, solid goals. But as soon as Kieran was born? He knew. Fuck it, I’m gonna be the best dad ever.

20) Do they wish they lived in a different family/household?

Never! His Clan was the best thing ever, and he wouldn’t trade it for any other childhood. His Ashalle-mom, his weird little sorta-kinda-cousin Merrill, a million amazing elves, and Tamlen all made for the best place to ever grow up. When he left his Clan, he was happy to make new families in the Wardens and with Morrigan and Kieran. They’re all different types of family. The Clan was home, elven-blood type of family, the Wardens were best-friends-and-lovers-forever type of weird family, and Morrigan and Kieran were the-woman-and-baby-I-will-treasure-forever type of family. He loves them all and would never wish to leave any of them.

30) What would this person do without their friends in their lives?

Honestly? He’d have no idea what to do with himself. He thrives in the company of his friends, and without them he’d be lost. Without people there to remind him that he’s important and loved, he wouldn’t be nearly as cheerful or happy. Taking friends away from Orest is like expecting a sunflower to live without the sun. don’t even attempt to take them away, because he’d surely wither up and die.

40) How far do they plan to go with school? If they dropped out, do they want to go back?

School? What is this school? He’s satisfied with what he knows in life. He can shoot a bow with amazing accuracy and force, he can read thanks to Morrigan, he’s a great lover, and he can keep up a conversation with ease in almost any situation. He’s all set. Helping Morrigan with her arcane elven research isn’t really work for him, and he’s mainly just there to give her terrible, southern-elven pronunciations and random facts he remembers from lessons when he was younger.

50) Does this OC have any part of you in them? (I.e, personality traits, similar background, etc)

Of course he does! A massive desire for attention, approval, and affection, an annoyingly high sex drive, a love of adorable babies despite not being the most responsible person, and a love for women, men, and fluffy hair! It’s kind of sad how much I project in my original characters… whoops.

60) Have they ever harmed themselves?

Thankfully, no, not to any large extent. He’s unfortunately prone to denying himself things like food and water when he’s especially upset, and Duncan had to suffer with a recruit who not only had delayed Blight sickness but would often refuse to sleep or eat or drink for hours at a time while they were making their way to Ostagar.

70) Fav scent? Why?

As gross as it is, he loves the scent of sex. Just, sweat and all sorts of… fluids. It’s something that’s been his salvation since he was sixteen, a way to relax and blow off steam and just have fun with people he liked. And, besides, there’s a whole bunch of happy memories tied to it! He’s most certainly guilty of stealing a pair of Morrigan’s linens to take with him when they’re apart, and if she’s noticed, she hasn’t mentioned it.

80) Do the people of this world have a religion or belief in a higher being? Does your OC personally believe in any?

He’s totally a believer in the old elven faith. He’s more neutral on the idea of the Maker, not really caring if He’s real or not, but certainly not liking whatever His followers are doing. He was the one who really propelled Morrigan to not only study the ancient elves, but to actually believe in the gods. If the magic was real, surely the gods were, too. He makes sure Kieran knows every bit about his father’s people’s religion, and couldn’t contain his fatherly pride when Kieran asked when he’d get his vallaslin.

90) Any unusual/unique skills? (I.e, special powers compared to others)

When he was young, he found himself become quite good at making things from woven grass, something Ashalle taught him to keep his hands busy, since he was (and still is) an incredibly hyperactive child. Just cute little bowls to use for a while, or sunhats. As soon as he was able to wield a bow, he used that more to keep himself busy, but he’s always down for making a grass bowl. Always.

100) Why did you make this OC and maybe even the world they live in? Just cause? Or for some other reason?

To be completely honest? I made him because I didn’t have someone to pair with Morrigan! And you know what? Thank god she had a hetero romance route, despite being bisexual as hell! you know I’m right and Bioware’s full of cowards

#asks #aaaahhhh fucking thank you #i love screaming about him #he's great #Orest mahariel #original content

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schafpudel · 6 years

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Out of all fandoms and special interests, Yugioh is like the...the one with the absolute worst canon? It has so many good ideas but then does fuck with em?

Like. First seven volumes, where the premise was still “teen gamer Jigsaw wrecks havoc” are literally the most interesting, enjoyable part of the whole thing. Their main fatal flaw is that they’re reaaaaally horny at times. Ultimate zenith of which is the horny baby. Absolute worst character, ever, in anything.

(Fortunately, the anime version of those volumes removes 90% of the horniness, including the baby, and adds more girls. Unfortunately, it’s in copyright deadlock and literally cannot be legally re-released by anyone, ever.)

First card game arc. Ok. This is the begining of Card Game Hell, but it’s not too bad at first. Shadow games are still a thing, non-duel character interactions are still a thing. The card games have bullshit rules but that’s fun as hell so.

Dice Monsters arc. We get a brief respite, a return to the idea of like, Playing Games In General and that real good shit.

Second card game arc. Fucking...awful? Introduces some cool new characters related to the overarching Ancient Egypt stuff, and some lore, but. There’s so much card games. So little anything else. It’s so long. The card game rules are updated to the irl “Yu-gi-oh Official Trading Card Game“ rules, so away goes fun nonsense bullshit like “I use the moon to move the tide to wash your monsters closer to mine“ and here comes “let’s explain trap cards for the 100th time.“ People go from playing the card game in a cute little hologram booth, and sitting at tables to play like normal fucking people, to STANDING UP with their NONSENSICAL PLASTIC ARM CRAP that generates GIANT, HYPER-REALISTIC HOLOGRAMS.

Ancient Egypt ultimate lore backstory arc? Potentially could’ve been great! Could’ve been excellent! Could’ve been as good as, or even surpassed, the first seven volumes! Even with the fact that card games (but with giant fucking stone slabs filled with souls that are monsters), and only card game, has taken the narrative place of what was clearly originally intended to be Shadow Games In General. But hey, these cards games are fun to watch because they’re ACTUAL monsters so it’s more like pokemon. No. No what makes this bad is that the arc starts off as, like. Possibly being a real serious “oh fuck“ moment? The villian of the whole story was the sole survivor of his entire villiage being SLAUGHTERED to make the FUCKING EVIL MAGIC GOLD SHIT that’s driven the whole overarching story???? He wanted justice, and was sick of the Pharoh’s court acting as if they had the right to enact “justice“ with them? And then the narrative has the GALL, the FUCKING GALL, to say “uwu the pharoh’s dad, whose government oversaw the making of these things, didn’t knoooooow they were the products of a massacre so its ok.“ When the narrative had, previously, repeatedly, had a recurring thing of horrible fathers and their children breaking free of that shit, and this could’ve maybe been a part of that pattern, instead it just. “Nah we can’t have (half of the) protagonist’s dad be EVIL! Let’s make an excuse for him instead.“ Did shit with a few others in the pharoh’s court along the same lines. Nah, obviously this survivor’s goddamn ghost doesn’t deserve an apology from pharoh jr’s goddamn ghost, survivor’s ghost is fused with satan so we just gotta kill him i guess even though the other ghosts MELDED INTO THE FUCKING JEWLERY, OF EVERYONE THAT SURVIVOR KNEW AND LOVED, are protecting him, only pharoh jr’s ghost’s side has the “power of unity“ because he has like 7 friends i guess. Also! Pharoh jr’s ghost, and reincarnation of ancient egyptian priest, both did FAR MORE evil things in the early manga than survivor’s ghost did in the whole manga’s run, and HE’S the one who doesn’t get a redemption arc? He just gets to double die? Fuck off???????

It...tbh. It kind of feels like the millenium world arc was half-assedly modified from a “our hero in a past life was involved in some Terrible shit“ to make it into a generic "destroy the Big Evil” narrative... and in the process, was given some Very Uncomfortable Moral Undertones.

Anyways yugioh’s shitty. I love the characters but god FUCKING damn they deserve to be in a less terrible downward spiral hell of a canon.

#negative ///#yugioh

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end of the year fic meme

total number of completed stories: 5 total word count: 51225

Overall Thoughts Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? I wrote way more than I predicted bc I never thought I’d produce fic at all, but I actually published a oneshot or chapter at least once a month since june. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? I would’ve never guessed I would become 100% certified jinkook trash this yr and would’ve laughed in your face if you told me otherwise lmao. I didn’t even know who jungkook was until feb!! in fact despite always having a soft spot for bts and following all of their music releases I was like actually ‘I don’t think I’ll ever truly stan them’ lmfao. my life is a joke. What’s your own favorite story of the year? forever yours. it’s basically everything I ever want to happen in a fic. seokjin as an academy award winning actor? jinkook writing a song together? jinkook going on cute dates and continually supporting the other as they fall deeper in love? ugh my heart. the idea is so dear to me and it’s my baby. and even tho bangtan disbanded in the fic, they all found their own success and they’re rly close friends. I fucking love the ending too omg. I did my best to make it rly gratifying and make up for all the stuff jungkook went through earlier. plus I love fics based on idol/band verse, canon/divergence/future fic and I liked weaving in canon elements to it. it makes it feel more real imo.

Did you take any writing risks this year? uh, not rly? other than writing and publishing my first fic ever. and I guess actually shading big hit/bang pd lmao. as far as I know of, no one has done that before? and multiple ppl have called me brave for doing so lol. Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

to try to write longer fics I guess. there’s this 10k fic I’ve been planning forever but still haven’t gotten around to even tho I kept meaning to write it next lol.

From my past year of writing what was… My best story of this year: definitely forever yours. honestly sometimes I feel like it’s my peak lmfao. like I will never able to match some of those descriptions ever again. whenever I’m struggling to write something and I go back to it I’m like HOW DID I WRITE THIS?? and when ppl tell me I’ve made them cry and laugh omg. I almost don’t believe it. I don’t think any of my fics have elicited such a reaction and I think it’s the one that affected me most. I hurt my own non existent heart. My most popular story of this year: forever yours lmao. not only does it have the most hits/kudos/comment/bookmarks, but it’s the fic I most often see ppl reccing, screaming about, and quoting on twitter. I love it tho. pls continue screaming about it and @ me!! The story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: lights go on again. it’s gotten the least attention of all my fics so far. idk if it’s bc ppl are sick of me already or if I rly offended that many ppl by insulting their precious bang pd oppa lmao. also yo where all the jin stans at? I thought at least they’d appreciate its contents lmao.

but also rollin’ the deep bc I actually like that one a lot now and it’s the second least popular lol. but it’s on par with light me up and I expected that based on the content. ofc the fics with jin winning an oscar and shitting on the mother/son trope would gain the most traction so I’m not surprised. The most fun story to write:

us against the world! the idea of everyone hitting on jin and jungkook getting jealous was too good to pass up. I had so much fun writing taehyung’s scene omfg. I actually started it with it lmfao and it seems like most ppl agree. hoseok’s always makes me laugh and ngl I feel like a genius whenever I reread that fic lol. :’) definitely my peak humor and probably the funniest/crackiest thing I’ll ever write.

Story with single sweetest moment?

it’s a tie with forever yours’ birthday scene and light me up’s christmas decorations. but overall rollin’ the deep made me melt the most with how overwhelming sweet it was. I live for soft sweet jinkook doing grossly romantic things for each other ok. The story with the single sexiest moment:

jungkook wearing lingerie in light me up, definitely :x tho the smut scene in forever yours is infinitely better imo. I will unfortunately never able to write a smut scene that good again but I think it’s the intimacy of the moment and the way it’s written that makes it so special, hence why I like it so much. The most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

idk? me attempting smut even tho I’m terrible at it? quoting myself I actually said “writing sex is honestly so hard already I would never waste my time writing it just for the sake of it if it didn’t have any meaning” yet the smut in light me up was the first scene I started writing. I am a goddamn hypocrite lol. but it’s sth I thought I’d never be able to write bc a few years ago I would get so embarrassed by the idea and would want to throw myself off a cliff at the thought lol. The story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:

none of them rly. I just write jinkook like I how see them. their interactions just come so naturally to me that it’s one of the easiest and most fun things to write in my fics. The hardest story to write: honestly… light me up. all my fics get rly hard to write one point and I always start off hating the first drafts bc they’re complete garbage but I fucking suffered the most writing that one. literally took fucking forever to wrangle the sex scene into what it was. it was hot ass fragmented mess that I had to slowly unravel and reorganize one sentence at a time. I didn’t even want to look at it bc it was so bad lol. and two of the most pivotal points; the lights and lingerie were awful at first so I struggled to make them good enough to rly stand out and to a standard I was pleased with. and transitioning the first scene into the second one where jinkook kiss under the snowfall and the ending were fucking hell too. you can ask kaleidotears, I was bitching to her the entire time lmao. albeit vaguely bc I didn’t want to spoil anything. I started a month in advance bc it usually takes me that long to produce something and as the date approached closer I was lowkey panicking and almost thought I wouldn’t make it lol. The biggest disappointment:

lights go on again. not only is the reception lackluster compared to my other fics, but it’s honestly the weakest thing I’ve written so far. I’m seriously considering orphaning it but idk :( The biggest surprise: idk. I was honestly fucking shellshocked when us against the world got over 1000 hits in less than 24 hrs tho. I never expected that kind of reaction, especially for my very first ever fic. I honestly thought no one would want to read my fics lol. but also when ppl say I’m their favorite or one of their favorite authors?? like in what in the hell. I consider myself an amateur bc I have never written consistently before in my life. I’m new to the whole fic writing scene. I’ve actually spent the majority of my life hating my writing lmao. or when ppl praise things I think I’m shit at lol. I also like rollin’ in the deep a lot more than I thought I would considering it was just a dumb fluff piece to satisfy my thirst. I wrote the first 1300 words in a waiting room and I was like I don’t have to make this perfect bc it’s stupid fluff but I legit melted writing it. oh and publishing the first chapter of forever yours in two weeks after my first fic. how in the hell did I ever write 9k that quickly I will unfortunately never able to do that again.

The most unintentionally telling story:

I’m not sure what this even means? a lot of myself does bleed into my stories I think. like even if the mood varies depending on the scene I feel like my voice carries through? they just sound like me and it’s something that can’t be repicated lol. like my fics have a shit ton of cussing which is part of it lmao. but also sometimes I give jinkook aspects of myself like seokjin doing aegyo and being clingy when drunk (which is actually real omfg I’m a genius sorry) and jungkook not realizing when other ppl like him. also by reading my fics you can tell which groups I stan, what foods I like, etc. and ofc when I start waxing poetic about their looks or voices or talents that’s all me lol. Highlights + Wrap-up Favorite Opening Line(s): “And the Academy Award for Best Actor goes to… Kim Seokjin!” — forever yours; ch1 twenty four

The world is fucking taunting Jungkook.— forever yours; ch2 fiction

Jungkook feels sick. Bile mounts up his throat; it tastes like bitterness, hurt, betrayal, anger, resentment, and heartbreak, flowing through him in chaotic discord. His voice breaks underneath the staggering weight. — forever yours; ch3 smile, again

they’re all from forever yours lmao. the first one is for very obvious reasons but the other two I find the most riveting. I tend to start my fics with dialogue or with “seokjin/jungkook …” bc I’m so creative lol Favorite Closing Line(s): they lose themselves in each other until the world fades till there’s nothing but seokjin and jungkook, just their mouths and bodies and hearts uniting into one against the world. — us against the world

I’m forever yours. — forever yours

I like connecting the endings to my titles clearly lmao. but those endings are the strongest and the ones I’m most proud of. the other ones are all kind of similar and end with jinkook in a bed saying I love you haha. Favorite 5 10 Lines from Anywhere:

it’s relatively quiet outside and the weather is beautiful; the clear, azure skies provide an obstructed pathway for the gleaming sunshine to burn the foliage in a palette of fiery crimsons, rich golds, and vibrant oranges. the oppressive summer heat has finally faded into a cool, refreshing breeze with the advent of autumn. seokjin tugs jungkook into his side for a surge of warmth as they amble towards the car, the crisp air nipping at their skin, rustling through his bunny ears, and fallen leaves crunching beneath their feet. — rollin’ in the deep

Snowfall blankets the landscape like an instagram filter, casting a creamy, dreamy lighting over the scenery. It looks like they stepped into a fairytale. — light me up

Jungkook hums sweetly, toying with the strands of hair behind Seokjin’s nape. The melody is so soft and sweet like a souffle that Seokjin wants to devour it—so he does, capturing Jungkook’s lips and licking the inside of his mouth. — light me up

The parade marches through as they eat, a symphony of prismatic floats and musical instruments decorating Main Street with whimsy. Seokjin sways alongside the music and Jungkook joins him, their bubbling giggles adding another layer of sound to the percussion. — forever yours

Seokjin is so beautiful but he’s never been more gorgeous than when his chiseled, naked body and pink strands glisten with sweat while thrusting deeply into Jungkook, dark eyes smouldering with lust and headiness, handsome face contorted in concentration intent on pleasuring Jungkook, and plush, pretty, pink mouth falling open as melodic sounds escape his lips, sweeter than his blessed high notes. It’s too much for Jungkook. — forever yours

“You’re gorgeous. My beautiful baby boy. Sweet marshmallow bunny.” — light me up

the bright white of the headband contrasts with his dark hair, haloing a soft crown of light around him, and coupled with the afterglow of his orgasm, he looks angelic. seokjin tells him as much and he flushes a pretty pink, a perfect complement to his ivory rabbit ears. — rollin’ in the deep

jungkook licks his lips as they stroll past a lone vendor selling hotteok, and when seokjin kisses him, cornering him in the enshrouding, secluded thicket of maple trees, seokjin tastes sweet like brown sugar, like cinnamon, like the warming comfort of fall spices and home-baked treats. — rollin’ in the deep

It’s empty this late at night, their only company being the summer breeze rustling through their clothes and the mild rippling of the waves. The water glitters beautifully underneath the stars in the darkness but it pales in comparison to the way the moonlight dances off Seokjin’s freshly dyed pastel hair to illuminate his gorgeous features. He looks magical, bright eyes sparkling and pink strands shimmering. — forever yours

The kiss is everything Jungkook dreamed and fantasized about but beyond his imagination. Seokjin tastes like coffee and chocolate and cream, their dessert lingering on his tongue, and Jungkook licks up every last morsel of flavor. He can’t get enough; Seokjin is so sweet and soft and warm against him like a freshly baked cake. He’s addicted. He wants more. — forever yours

also the iconic:

“Fuck PDogg hyung and Bang PD hyung” — forever yours

you know what this is too fucking hard. I’ll do a separate post with my top 5 lines from each fic. these are just 10 lines I’m particularly fond of and rly wanted to highlight bc no one else has.

Top 5 Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:

1. JUNGKOOK WEARING LINGERIE AND BUNNY EARS but particularly the part with jungkook sitting on seokjin’s lap growling he’s sexy and seokjin laughing at him for being adorable. literally if my drawing skills were good enough and I had a tablet I would fucking illustrate this myself

2. seokjin gifting jungkook diamond studs on the balcony underneath fairy lights and the seoul night sky

3. jinkook kissing under the snowfall and surrounded by christmas lighting + decorations

4. jinkook holding hands while walking outside in the fall foliage and seokjin kissing jungkook in a thicket of maple trees

5. JINKOOK PERFORMING THEIR FUCKING DUET AT JUNGKOOK’S SOLO CONCERT

+ bonus sakura petals swirling around seokjin with seokjin cornering jungkook against a tree to swipe stray ice cream off his lips and licking it off his thumb and watching the fireworks at disneyland with seokjin’s head nestled onto jungkook’s shoulder and arms wrapped around his waist.

Fic-writing goals for 2018: to finally write the ideas on my ever growing list. my last three were completely unplanned and were random spur of the moments. but I wanted to write something for jin’s bday. I could’ve written something short from my list but I wanted to do christmas lights and jungkook in lingerie so :x also to take my sweetass time until I’m perfectly happy with everything before publishing and not rushing out fics anymore. I’ve learned that when I try to write something as fast as possible for others—it goes wholly unappreciated like the last chapter of forever yours and light me up. like half of the original commenters disappeared despite finally getting the happy ending they cried for and being so excited for the fic? lol idk what happened but there’s no way I could’ve messed up the last chapter that badly… but yeah it’s just not worth the stress lmao. ppl just don’t understand the effort, time, and pain it goes into producing something.

#jinkook #writing #meme

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serkewen12 · 7 years

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Rough Day

I wrote this last night for my lovely @imagineham. Steph I love you and I'm sorry you had a bad day on your way home. You said you wished there was a fic where Oak and Daveed comforted the reader after a hard day... well I tried my best to give that to you. ❤❤❤❤❤❤ Pairing: Oak x Daveed x Reader Warning: None, except for I have like zero experience writing poly so I tried my best ❤ Today had been a wreck. Everything seemed to be going as planned when you headed to work. You woke up slightly before your alarm, your hair had actually behaved this morning, and you actually were going to have time to hit your favorite coffee shop on the way. You quietly peeked in your bedroom before leaving, both Oak and Daveed were still fast asleep. They had one more day of an eight show week so you decided against waking them up to say goodbye. Now you were sitting in a packed subway on the verge of tears. You couldn't help but wonder how today had gone so badly. Half way through the day the nagging feeling of anxiety was inching into your head and you had tried your absolute best to not let it ruin your day. Things did not go as you planned and here you sat drained and wanting nothing more that to throw on one of Daveed’s Oaklandish hoodies and hide away. Everything had been fine until you overheard the office gossip, Felicia, bragging about how she had gotten to meet the Hamilton cast after the show last night. All the girls had gathered around her soaking in her stories about how nice they had all been and how cute they all were. You rolled your eyes at their antics, these women had no idea stage door existed and happened every night, it was nothing special. Felicia had her phone out and was showing off her selfies, you stopped in your tracked when she mentioned Oak and Daveed. More like mentioned everything she would love to do to them. You stormed away gripping the files in your hands tightly before slamming them onto your desk. While you were lecturing yourself about how being jealous was ridiculous because you got to go home to them every night, your boss decided to assign you a large project to do over the weekend. The weekend that you had planned to spend with the guys because they finally had two days off at the same time. You had spent twenty minutes texting Pippa to vent, not wanting to upset the guys. You would tell them in person tonight that your plans would have to change. You softly brushed a stray tear off your cheek and tried to ignore all the people around you and focus on getting home. The passengers seemed louder than normal this evening, but that might have been because you were feeling so anxious. You looked around a bit when the train stopped at one of the stations and an older man shoved his way through everyone and stood right in front of you. He angrily typed away on his phone muttering under his breath. It didn't take long for him to engage in a yelling match with someone over the phone. “Wonderful,” you muttered as you put in your earbuds, “who the hell uses speakerphone on a subway?” Within a few minutes you looked up again and saw the man was staring at you and looked like he was talking to you. “I'm sorry, what?” You asked as you pulled one of your earbuds out. “I said it's inconsiderate to not offer to let someone who is elderly sit down,” he snapped. “I'd say it's pretty inconsiderate for you to shove your way through the crowd, argue with someone on speaker, and then demand to be given a seat,” you countered. As much as your voice sounded confident in your retort, you in truth felt incredibly uncomfortable. Confrontation with strangers made your already frazzled emotions teeter on the verge of breaking. You silently hoped the man would just go away, unfortunately for you he continued to stare you down and made snide comments about ‘young people’ that you attempted to drown out with an audio book. “Almost home, almost there, just two more stops,” you thought trying to take a few deep breaths. The old man had given up his ranting at you and moved on to another unfortunate victim who eventually relented and let him sit down. When you looked over he was still glaring at you, it made your skin crawl. When the train finally reached your stop you jumped up and ran out of the car, up the stairs, and the short distance it took to reach your apartment. When you entered your apartment you slowly closed the door and leaned on it for a moment running your hand down your face. You made a beeline for the dryer pulling out one of Daveed’s sweatshirts and ran into your room, paying no attention to anything else. Slowly you stripped out of your work clothes and stretching before putting on a pair of shorts and the sweatshirt Pulling back the covers you crept into bed and pulled the blanket almost over your head. Now in the comfort of home you let your emotions flow freely. A stream of tears steady flowed and you wished you weren't home alone. “Baby?” A deep voice came through the slightly open bedroom door. Startle you sat straight up with wide eyes. Daveed was peering in with a wide smile that immediately turned into a look of concern when he saw the tears on your face. “(Y/N)? Baby what's wrong?” He had closed the gap between you and wiped the tears off your face. “What are you doing here D? You have two shows today… you should be at the theater,” you rambled. “Took the day off, Pippa told us you were having a rough day and were upset about our weekend getting ruined,” he said, “Hey Oak get in here!” Quick footsteps came down the hall and Oak appeared in the doorway. He took in what he saw and frowning slightly before coming and sitting next to you. He quickly engulfed you in a hug, pulling you tightly to his chest. “What happened? Why are you crying?” “I just… I was starting to feel anxious and then Felicia was talking about you two and I got mad. Then… then Mr. Davis gave me that project and our weekend is ruined…,” you said tears starting to well up again, “Then there was this creep on the subway who was yelling at me and then wouldn't stop staring at me until I got to my stop.” You clung onto Oak’s shirt and he kissed the top of your head and Daveed rubbed your back soothingly. “Shhhh baby it's okay. You're here now and we've got you,” Oak whispered. “That man from the subway is long gone and won't hurt you,” Daveed comforted, “Don't you worry about that bitch Felicia either. You know she is nothing compared to you.” It didn't take long for the tears to stopped flowing and your breathing evened out. Both of them reassured you and made all the problems melt away. You lifted your head off his chest and looked between them and gave a small smile. “I could run you a bath if you want,” Daveed offered. “Can we just lay down and cuddle for a little bit?” “Sure thing,” Oak said as he stretched out onto the bed. You crawled over him onto the middle of the bed and he snaked his arm around your waist from behind. Daveed flopped onto the bed in front of you and flashed you a wide smile. You reached your hand out and grabbed his shirt to pull him flush against you. “I'm sorry our weekend got ruined,” you mumble against Daveed's chest. “It's no big thing. We here together now and if I recall we did plan to spend the the first day in bed,” Oak chuckled. Daveed hummed in agreement as he settled into a comfortable position and pressed his lips to yours. “I've made a decision… I'm calling in sick tomorrow,” you conclude with a yawn. “That sounds good, I can think of way better things to occupy our time,” Oak teased suggestively. "Love you," you mumble as you drifted off to sleep.

#oak onaodowan #daveed diggs #daveed x reader #oak x reader #rpf #poly #hamilcast #hamilcast x reader

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codependentsoulmates · 7 years

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RANKING EVERY SEASON OF SUPERNATURAL

Let’s a-freakin’-go, Mario.

12. Season 7. Leviathans. And Sam’s god-awful wolverine sideburns. ‘Nuff said.

11. Season 6. Soulless Sam was hilariously, sarcastically endearing for a little while, but towards the end of the Soulless Sam arc, just, ugh. I wanted to fast forward so bad. Samuel coming back was unnecessary and anticlimactic, “evil Cas” was an eye roller, I didn’t give a shit about Lisa and Ben, um... EVE??? What the actual fuck was that. She was possibly the single most wasted, ultra-super-anticlimactic use of a story arc that I’ve ever seen. There were a few redeeming episodes (i.e. Clap Your Hands If You Believe).

10. Season 9. Okay, this could be biased just based on how much I truly cannot stand God!Metatron. S10/11 Metatron is great; he’s such a little jerk that you cant help but find him funny. But S9 Metatron... holy shit. It was like being subjected to hours upon hours of having to watch only the Umbridge scenes from Harry Potter on repeat. It felt like legitimate torture trying to force myself to finish the season. Plus, yes, I ended up liking Gadreel later (much later) on, but Gadreel!Sam felt like it went on forever. I was over it and it was like the end of it would never come. Also, I’m just gonna say it: Abaddon was boring and annoying, and the only reason she was even an issue was because Sam and Dean thought, “Hey, wow, let’s experiment on the most powerful demon we know of roaming the Earth right now. We cut off her hands, nothing will go wrong!” Riiiight... okay. Also, Kevin’s death was seriously messed up and unnecessary and I still haven’t forgiven them for it, so. But uh, human!Cas was super endearing though, and even though I really don’t ever want actual human Cas to become a thing, it was cute for awhile.

9. Season 12. Alright. I don’t share the exact same sentiment or level of hatred that a lot of other people seem to for this season, but it had... a lot of issues. So, uh. Buckle up. First of all... Lucifer. While I don’t... hate the idea of him coming back as a villain, just so many things about this were... sigh. Rockstar!Lucifer was - and I’m gonna fucking say it - truly awful. So, so awful. Maybe he could’ve worked on another show, but with Lucifer’s character/personality having already been so established and defined on Supernatural, it just felt out of place. He was not the same character - which is something I often complain about with the Rubys. We had just come from Casifer - which was brilliant and so, so in character - and then we get this... weird, unsnarky, not sarcastic or playful at all version of Lucifer and... pass. Moving on... they finally get to put Luci back in his cage and... then Crowley decides to keep him as a pet? And believe Lucifer - fucking LUCIFER - now bows to him and won’t get away? And assume the demons who have time and time again always helped Lucifer, will now follow him instead? What??? Crowley isn’t that dumb, and he could’ve achieved ruling Hell again with no problems if Lucifer was in the cage. It made no sense to me. And um. Lucifer having a child? Seriously? So much reaching going on. Now to the second issue: The British Men of Letters. Okay. They started off as the enemy this season. The title sequence was the MoL symbol. And yet... they weren’t that relevant or threatening until the last couple of episodes (and those were, well, in nicer terms... questionable.) They either should’ve saved a Lucifer-returning-as-the-enemy storyline for later or saved the BMoL. Together, it was just too much and not enough expansion. Side note: I loathe the BMoL like I loathe God!Metatron. Which brings me to the third - and maybe biggest - issue I had with this season: Mary fucking Winchester. What the fuck. What the actual fuck, were the writers thinking. They legitimately ruined her. Throughout the series you have this wonderful idea built up about her: she was a badass hunter and she sacrificed things for John and she loved her boys so, so much and she gave up hunting for good because that was never the life she wanted and just. Then she’s here and you’re like finally Sam and Dean get to have a fucking parent who is there for them and can nurture them for once in their goddamn lives, and then. Then she’s a different Mary and she’s back to only caring about hunting even though she never liked hunting in the first place and she’s working for the people who tortured her son and she’s leaving her boys who just got her back, who she just got back, and she was going to let them die or get hurt for the goddamn Colt that she didn’t even know was the Colt. And I just. I couldn’t get with it, I’m sorry. Oh, and also everyone fucking DIES this season, so that was just fucking great, too.

8. Season 10. This is an unpopular opinion, I’m sure, but I hated Deanmon and I was glad we didn’t have to see him that long and suffer like we did with Soulless Sam. That being said, they did way overhype Deanmon, which was pretty uncool and unfair. But I honestly hated the Mark of Cain - it went on waaaaay too long - and I really, really dislike seeing Dean be... not Dean... so... Also, I am still pissed the fuck off at Charlie’s death, so I refuse to rank this any higher out of spite, too. But um. They killed fucking DEATH this season. And while I was actually really unhappy about it because Death was cool as hell, that scene with Sam like, just wrecked, and Dean’s “Close your eyes, Sammy” kinda made it really, really almost worth it. (You’ll soon realize I really only care a lot about Sam and Dean’s relationship and their Absolute Best Moments™ that wrench my heart.)

7. Season 8. Unfortunately, the writers decided hey, let’s ruin Sam’s character a little fucking more and write him as OOC as possible by having him not actually give a shit where the fuck Dean was for an entire year because he was too busy fucking some piece of shit girl! Seriously, I didn’t think I could dislike anyone more than I hated Ruby 2.0 or Gordon... and then came Amelia. I have yet to encounter a person in the Spn-verse that is worse than her. No joke. This season ranks above the others though because it was less “meh” or all over the place. And because Mrs. Tran being a complete baller for just a single episode was more entertaining that any of the main story arcs for any of those seasons below. Also, more importantly, it had more of a return to what Supernatural is supposed to be - I’m looking at you S6/7 - and even though trying to close the gates of Hell was pointless and we knew it was never gonna happen, I have a sick love for suffering!Sam at any given time because then Dean goes into overprotective big bro mode and they stop fighting and being jerks to each other for a lil’ while and we get Seasons 1-5 (eh, minus 4) bro’ lovin’ and protectin’ again. Plus, this season holds my favorite quote/speech Dean has ever said to Sam (you know what I’m talking about) and I already said I’m a sucker for heart-wrenching moments between them, so.

6. Season 4. Probably yet another unpopular opinion, but oh well. Ruby 2.0... gag me. Way to ruin a good character. Plus, as much as I love Gen, I loved nothing about her portrayal of Ruby. It wasn’t the same character. That’s the bottom line. Also Sam’s demon blood addiction and him so far up Ruby’s ass all season??? Vomit. Skip. Next. Literally if Sam listened to Dean for legit two seconds, the Apocalypse could’ve been avoided. But Castiel! And the angel arc! The actual saving graces (hah, literally) of the season.

5. Season 1. I feel really weird about placing this season this low because it’s really just as good as the two I’ve ranked above it, but. I suppose that’s cheating. Season 1 holds a very, very special place in my heart, is all. It’s the OG season, monster-of-the-week episodes (which, side note: makes no sense to me when people rank S1 super low because there were “too many monster-of-the-week episodes.” Um, yeah.. that’s kinda... what the show is fucking about? Sam and Dean... hunting monsters? But okay, anyway...) Baby Sam and Dean!!! The world wasn’t fucked yet! Lil’ skulky Sam!! Okay, real talk, S1-3 (and 5) Sam was fucking BALLER. He was the best Sam, and then the writers trashed his character, so. Cool. This season is really only this low because I had to fully rank this and because John was kinda a dick. But I loved Sam fighting with him and Dean getting in between them to protect Sam. (Also, on another note: John was a piece of work but he was a better parent than S12 Mary, jussayin’.) (Also, also, it irritates the shit out of me just how much they ruined John’s character and who they made him out to be post-season 5. He was truly something else and he did some really shitty things, but I don’t think it was fair to do and I don’t think that was ever what Kripke intended for his character, but. Oh well. I digress.)

4. Season 11. Once again, I don’t necessarily rank this fully above S1 or below the next ranking, but. There was a lot of good things going on this season. Casifer was brilliant and delivered some of my favorite one-liners of the series. His interactions with God!Chuck were great. Him helping instead of being a villain, but still being a ridiculous child. God!Chuck was wonderful and handled really, really well. Also, his World’s Best Dad mug? I heart. Freakin’... Baby? Brilliant, incredible, amazing, wonderful, spectacular. Rowena was also bitchin’ this season, the whole flippin’ demons, angels, witches working together (even though it was just one episode) was suh-weeeet, Sam and Dean were vibin’ like early seasons Sam and Dean. I really wasn’t here for the forced Dean/Amara weird as hell relationship/attraction, though. It was... no. Just. No. Also like, Amara was okay and they did mostly show how powerful she was but like. Azazel, Lucifer, the Leviathans, Gordon, or basically... anyone felt like more of a threat than her, even though she was the only actual unstoppable force ever on the show. And while it was kinda nice for the finale to be her and Chuck working it out, it was also... kinda lame. Here’s this dark force that is the most powerful thing in existence, and it’s stopped by God... apologizing and hugging it out with her? Um... okay, I guess.

3. Season 3. Even though this season was short and waiting for Dean to die kinda sucked and put a damper on the whole season, it still is by far one of the best ones, hands down. Not only did we get Katie Cassidy’s badass, savage, cool as hell Ruby 1.0, we got Bela (who had so much wasted potential, sigh) and return of the Trickster, Bobby really becoming the boys’ father figure, and Sam finally getting to kill Actual Piece of Shit™ Gordon Walker. Season 3 also has some of the best episodes of the whole series - Bad Day At Black Rock, Mystery Spot, Ghostfacers - and we got A Very Supernatural Christmas, which gave us the birth of the Samulet, and I swear to god that scene made me actually cry a little bit. (A lotta bit.)

2. Season 2. This is like. THE Supernatural season. All the cool kids are introduced: Ellen, Jo, Ash, the Trickster, Tessa. Bobby becomes more involved, brotherly bonding up the wazoo, total badass, pure monster hunting. Episodes like Tall Tales and Hollywood Babylon. And episodes like Croatoan and Heart (which had one of the best endings to an episode in the series just in terms of emotion and how well it was set up with the song and ugh), and had debatably the best season finale of the whole show with All Hell Breaks Loose Parts 1 & 2. (It killed me.) Great monsters are introduced like shape shifters and djinns. Azazel was annoying but was an actual villain (unlike some of the later big “villains”) and he was that start and end of everything. He was the Winchesters’ reason for hunting, he catapulted everything. And everything was so simple and pure and made fucking sense.

1. Season 5. I mean, there’s really no surprise here. It baffles me when S5 isn’t at the top of everyone’s list. While I don’t necessarily wanna go back and watch S5 episodes like I do with most other seasons, it was just the most well-rounded, well-thought out, well-executed season. No competition. Everything had a purpose and a meaning. Everything was tied up. Ellen and Jo die, which is a downer, but at least they were badass. Lucifer is a total tool, and you love it. It’s also Mark Pellegrino’s Lucifer, which is - quite obviously - the best Lucifer. Death is rad as hell. Cas is in his fucking prime this season. Sam and Dean love each other so fucking much this season. The Trickster/Gabriel is revealed as an archangel!! Crowley!! Bobby in his prime as Sam and Dean’s father figure!! Dark Side of the Moon A.K.A. one of my all-time favorite episodes and also one of the most beautifully shot episodes!! (And Ash in heaven! “Some people share, like soulmates”!!!!!!) The fucking END!!! I honestly would probably rank S5 at the top of this list solely for the scene where Lucifer is beating the crap out of Dean while Dean just keeps saying, “Sammy, it’s okay, I’m here” and then Sam’s montage of memories of him and Dean as he takes back control, and jeez holy shit is that montage beautiful and brilliant. That scene alone is probably the best scene in the whole show and I will defend that opinion until I die. The only bad things really in S5 were how unbelievably annoying Zachariah was and how I still think throwing their random half-brother in there just so Dean didn’t have to be Michael’s vessel was ridiculous and absurd. But really, this is the season. I’m glad the show didn’t end after this season, but holy fucking shit would it have been one of the sickest, best, most baller series finales of all time, and no matter what they do for the series finale now, this finale is so untouchable that it will never even come close to living up to it.

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