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moonsaver · 18 days

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Context before getting into the actual idea: I recently saw some fanart based on concept art for Dr Ratio where he has slightly longer, messier hair and the fanart interpreted this as him having a bit of a rebellious phase when he was younger.

So now I’m just thinking about Reader going to school with him when he was going through this phase. He had a bit of a crush on her but didn’t know how to express it so he just messed with her constantly.

And now they meet again when he’s changed and he hasn’t gotten over her she’s just getting massive amounts of whiplash from how wildly different he is. Could be yandere 👀

Anon. I am GRIPPINT YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Listen. Unfortunately i doubt i did this justice but i tried my best PLEASE okay

A bit long, under the cut!

Its not exactly easy to imagine Dr. Ratio of all people being rebellious, but that just makes it even more possibly believeable in my opinion. I am deeply convinced he has had his crazy scientist, jerkward asshole phase at least once and was soo deeply embarassed the moment he left it.

But listen. His professors all probably HATED him because he would probably constantly correct them, be so disgustingly overeducated to the point they'd send him to the library or tell him to get lost just so he wouldn't disrupt class. He's the infamous asshole who sits wherever he wants, and hoardes an entire table to himself if he's at the library or at the cafeteria. Any student who needs a pen or eraser or a pencil knows he's NOT the one to ask, even if it was in the middle of an exam worth half their grade and he was the only person beside them. He does literally anything he wants and no one can stop him except probably by force, and if they do, something worse ends up happening to them instead.

Anyways, here comes in reader. Probably already knows his sour reputation. Regardless, maybe you're the poor soul who's his seatmate. If the crush is already established, he's constantly bothering you. Asking for stationaries like the entirety of his desk isn't covered by it already (he likes the miniscule interaction), taking your notebooks without your knowledge and sometimes even scribbling inside of them (its his horrid handwriting, he's just trying to help you with detailed notes), he comments on how "lame" your outfit is, asking about your social life, rolling his eyes when your response isn't exactly.. pleasing (he's actually a bit content with it. Perhaps you'll hang out with him more, instead?). You note the smell of alcohol trailing him a bit everytime you interact with him.

It's not easy for him, especially when you can't seem to keep up and look so queasy around him. Aeons, his heart is so twisted up and squeezed everytime he seems to be getting more distant from you, but he just has no idea how to convey his feelings. Not when he didn't even account for the fact he'll have a crush on anyone in the first place.

Anyways, timeskip!

You're probably a researcher of some sort, maybe not so well known. Let's just say for the sake of simplicity you're a researcher on Herta's space station. It's not too soon before he runs into you, probably after the whole mess at the station's been "cleaned up" regarding the curio and whatever. Maybe he doesn't leave right after that interaction with Screwellum, and he decides to, by his curiosity, take a look around once again before he leaves (certainly not because he's heard a familiar name thrown around a few times).

And there you are. In your little research-getup, professional vernacular, hair all neat. He's probably right behind you in an instant, and you turn around to look as the colleague you were talking to suddenly starts stuttering and becoming squeamish while looking behind you. There he is, in all his (cruel?) Glory. The infamous asshole who was your classmate.

But.. it's surprising how much more mellow he's become (at least towards you?). His hair are neatly tamed, his build is taller and more muscular than it was back then, but his attire is also quite tame (if not a little.. fancy?), compared to his brash taste back then. His eyes still seem to hold contempt, but more distantly so.

Veritas figures your mouth is agape and you're speechless considering the change in his countenance as of recent. He's also not yet come to terms with the fact that his heart still twists and squeezes whenever he sees that unsure look on your face. If you were made of clay, and if he could, he'd meld the most beautiful smile on your face with his craftful fingers. Alas, he resorts to tamer methods. At least he supposes he's a wiser man, now. He's more aware of different courting methods.

He asks about your station, your current life, family, friends, etc .. in a seemingly disinterested tone. There's a bit of resignation but hidden constrain in his voice, everytime you mention a "close friend" of yours or a colleague you worked with "closely". But he hasn't been berating you the way he would have back then. His fingers slightly constantly strain, folded behind his back, trying desperately not to taper towards you – there's stray strands of hair on your face. Your headpiece is off centre. Your pen is slanting in your pocket. Your shoulders are too tense. Your eyebrows are furrowed. your eyes look tired. Have your lips always been chapped? They were fine back then.. hold on.

While you stutter out useless formalities and pleasantries, Veritas' eyes scan you over. Time has weathered you well, in his opinion. The thin line of his pressed lips dont quite indicate that. He sighs almost grimly, shutting you up in an instant. He offers you to accompany him and possibly consider joining the Intelligentsia Guild (is it not worth a shot trying? It may be foolish, but he's a tad too desperate when it comes to you). You timidly mumble out a refusal, the words barely leaving your mouth. He nods.

Catching up makes his heart squeeze and rush all over the place. Topics he once tried to teach you back then (by.. VERY unsuccessful methods,) seem to be elementary knowledge to you now. You work more efficiently, hold yourself in a better, more confident way, and you seem to be smoothsailing in your life. Granted, it's technically the bare minimum, but its been so long since he talked to you. The chirp in your voice, the chuckle you let out every now and then despite your nervousness around him, has his heart in his throat. He can't bring himself to try and even "set you straight" by giving you (unwarranted) advice or piddling your achievements, there's a soft smile he's duly hiding behind his scorning face.

He offers you again, if you are unsure about joining the Guild, and discreetly mentions it being filled with imbeciles regardless when you deny again, pulling another string of laughter out of you. Hmph, you weren't so joyful when he made those statements back in high school.

Granted,you're obviously still not quite sure about Veritas' new look. He's still got his infamous reputation as an extremely strict teacher, the oddball with an alabastor head and having worked with the IPC, it's not a pleasant image per se, but it's heaps better than his reputation back at school. You politely make a joke about it, and he groans, earning another cautious, light chuckle from you. He has become different. You prattle on about the length of his hair, his refinement of speech, the difference in how he holds himself now.. it does leave him melting a tad bit inside. You noticed it? Hm. Clever little thing.

Of course, goodbyes are seldom sweet. He does manage to pry out your contact information once again, before. If you don't budge,he finds another way regardless. Your network of colleagues aren't exactly as strong as you might have thought. He remembers this information carefully.

Like the old days, maybe he'll manage to keep slipping notes into your reports and files. Perhaps pull a few strings back in the old days to keep you in his class, he'll slowly knot and twist a few strings to bring and budge you over to his little workplace. Sooner or later, you'll end up in his home. He's sure of it.

And just like the old days, his little seatmate is by his side once again. Care to put up with him for a bit longer? Probably forever, in this case.

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analoceits · 2 months

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sides godly parents if they were in pjo + my reasonings

apollo - patton i was going to make him hermes originally but i thought of apollo and i just fucking had too. just. the goddamn symbolism. patton as thomas's emotions; good and bad and apollo as healing and sickness.. me when i am Insane.

nemesis - janus self explanatory tbh. her taking ethan nakamuras eyes. her ruthless and feral views on moralty; the kind of views that make your skin crawl but arent technically wrong. i deeply enjoy making janus a little scary and unsettling so. perfect for me.

thanatos - virgil this is 50% because my kneejerk was to make him a son of hades but that just felt a bit too basic and general, and 50% because i love the idea of putting virgil in a situation where he has to regularly explain that his dad is the god of the dead - not hades, thanatos.

athena - logan i REALLY wanted to put smth subversive here but cmon. its athena. no questions. he and annabeth are the same exact character i couldnt not make him a son of athena. he has grey eyes, overwhelming passion, and mommy issues of course he does.

dionysus - roman hes the son of dionysus but like in the fun party drunk and orchards and god of theatre way, yknow? hes all the party BEFORE the weird insane phallic rituals part. very much is embarassed abt how people only know abt the crazy bits of his dad.

dionysus - remus hes the son of dionysus and EXACTLY how you think it is. screams "TURN INTO A DOLPHIN" when he doesnt like someone and it works a bit too often tbh. hes all the party AFTER the insane phallic rituals part.

#sanders sides #tss #ts sides #sasi #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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Belong (2)

Part 1 / 2 / 3

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: omegaverse au, hurt/comfort, Angst, romance

Synopsis: You seem to be falling in love with the pack and Jungkook isn't very happy but what will happen when. He realises you are his mate?

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, self harming behavior, themes of depression and anxiety, anger issues(someone gets hurt)

Jungkook locks himself in his room angry at his pack. Only coming out to sneak in food.

The pack feels guilty and decide to plan a surprise vacation. While they didn't regret having you around they still cannot neglect there baby alpha.

All preparations are made.

Taehyung is kind of sad to be the one to tell you (Just because he lost in stone paper scissors.) You are saddened and he just wants to hug you till you feel better.

But you put on a brave smile and tell him he must give you a party later. He readily agrees and peace is made.

Noticeably you visit less. The pack is kind of disappointed.

Even though it is outside the house you do spend time with them, you and Joon enjoy hanging out in the park. You refuse to share earphones asking him to just put the song in speakers and Namjoon is kind of disappointed and he wants to protest hating the boundaries you have put but unable to say anything against them.

You, Hobi and Jimin go shopping together. It's fun you try on things. You suggest each other ridiculous clothes. You even beat them at the dance step machine in the arcade. Causing you all to laugh so hard that your stomachs hurt.

When Hobi asks you opinion for earrings.

"Are you planning on getting your ears pierced?" You question.

"No I thinks it suits you." Hecsays brightly.

"It's pretty but I didn't bring the money."

"Let me get then for you." He offers

"No. ... you don't have to why don't you get something for Tae his birthday is coming." You say.

Jimin silently notes your behaviour but passes it of as a sign of comfort but when Hobi comes close to kiss your forehead as they drop you of and you step back; He can't help but think Jungkook's word have deeply hurt you more than they could imagine.

Taehyung and you eat out. Going to different aesthetic cafe's. Yoongi accompanies too Because its been a whole week since you stepped inside the house. He's been counting and when he suggests to watch a movie together at the house which even surprises Taehyung because usually Yoongi's social battery would have run out. You just say next time.

When Jin complains of missing you. You with your brave face on, come visit him once or twice careful to not run into Jungkook.

It takes you 30 minutes to knock, Namjoon notices who himself had been out to bike and had seen you when he was leaving for a ride. He decides to wait until you went inside not wanting to embarass you.

Yoongi hung around Jin when you came.

Close to Taehyung's birthday Jungkook's rut hits.

He wakes up very groggy, very out of consciousness. Until he goes to the couch in the loving room and you had forgotten a scarf and it has your scent Jungkook just nuzzles into it. Happy to have the scent. His wolf satisfied for now.

Hoseok wakes up early and goes to get his clothes he had put out to dry last night when he stumbles upon Jungkook.

He swears to himself. They had checked earlier but no one had planned for an unexpected rut. He woke up Jin and Namjoon to help him usher Jungkook to the nesting room and prepare for his rut.

"Hyungie." He murmurs only half awake.

"It's ok baby." Namjoon replies.

"Mate..? Where mate go?"

Jin stops registering Jungkook's words.

Jungkook found a mate. Was this why he was so moody.

"Call Jimin." Jin instructs.

When Jimin is woken up by Hobi he is very confused but as soon as he hears 'Jungkook' and 'Rut' he quickly rushes to the nesting room.

Quickly he takes Jungkook in his arms from Namjoon.

"A'pha ..'mega" He slurs the rut often exhausts people as their animalistic side takes over. As one gets older the intensity decrease until ruts completely disappear.

Jimin hoped this wouldn't continue long. Ruts and heat occurred only once in 5-6 months lasting for 5-8 days.

The desire to mate or just stay surrounded with the pack was highly increased often pack mates took leaves to cater to the persons requirements even if all they ended up doing was cuddling and scenting. A couple's first heat or rut were very important for establishing a bond.

For packs the presence of atleast one of head alpha or omega was needed. In family packs parents soothed the children with their scents. Children could also soothe the parent or pack.

It's Taehyung who notices Jungkook burying himself in your scarf. The one you had forgotten as you has rushed out when your phone rang.

You had put an alarm with a call tune so you could pretend to be busy. They bad pretended not to see.

"That scarf." Taehyung points out.

The pack is worried and exchange glances. Jungkook is still too out of it to respond.

Finally it is decided that Jin will break the news to you.

You are very happy to see Jin at the door but one look at his worried face and you want to fix all his problems.

"Jungkook's gotten into his rut that's why he was being a bit irritable." He explains. While that didn't lessen the pain, you could understand his perspective.

"But that's not why I am here. Please don't get angry." He says.

Anxiety settles in your stomach.

"What is it you are scaring me Jinnie."

"Jungkook ... well we suspect that you might be his mate."

You say nothing just state at him processing the words.

Namjoon appears behind Jin.

"Y/nie I'm so sorry but please do us a favor. Do you have something with your scent so we can confirm it."

You are distracted as you offer him one of your old well loved shawls.

Your brain races at the the possibility of being his mate. On one hand it would likely result you to be in their pact and the only member who had reservations is now going to be ready to fulfil your any whim but if its not true you will watch them fall for someone who is not you.

Your scent sours. You lock yourself in your room.

The pack has mixed reactions when they learn of the news. Jin and Namjoon are grateful it's not a stranger. Jimin is worried about Jungkook and even slightly jealous. Yoongi and Hobi are both excited by the prospect. Taehyung is neutral while he did adore you. There is so much more that goes into being a pack then a friendly neighbour.

Jungkook is still happily doped on your scent. Other than that his rut brain is happy with every one nearby.

The next morning Hobi goes to check on you with freshly baked goodies in his hand.

He knocks on your door excited to meet you and tell you how you are Jungkook's mate. He wants to officially start courting but that will have to wait and its something Namjoon would propose as the pack alpha.

Still he already wishlists things he's going to give you. He would have to take you shopping if only to note your reaction on things you like or dislike. Also he can't wait to get you clothes because girl clothes are so much more colorful. He wonders if you would agree to be part of his side youtube channel. His main channel was about dances and choreography and he had been thinking about branching. Jimin and Jungkook often starred in his videos. Infact Jungkook was his editor and would be full time after completing his last year at university.

They were an interesting bunch. Taehyung and Jimin had met at a modeling gig and then expanded into art curating. Where they had met Namjoon who just loved coming to museums. Hobi and Yoongi were University friends and despite career (Yoongi an architect) and personality differences they got along well to busy to date each other they bonded on their love for Rap which was how they met Runch Randa, rapper at night and clumsy (he spilled his drink on himself and managed to set the bar on fire) confident and cute Namjoon. Namjoon met Jin due to a company project. Jin a heir to the conglomerate and a person out of a drama and they bonded and fell in love. Thus their pack formed.

A little while in which their relationships with each other were growing Jimin fell into a slump trying to take care of the pack as a pack omega, when the pack didn't rely on him as he had expected them to his insecurity grew. He felt he wasn't tall or pretty or useful. He felt like he didn't belong so he started stress eating. Until he gained weight and felt even worse. His mood worsened he snapped back at everyone and grew sarcastic and angry. The pack tried to be understanding but it only further irritated him.

The cycle continued until one day he lashed out at Taehyung hurting him, Taehyung ended up in the ER with a microfracture in his forearm, Jimin still remembers it vividly, Yoongi had come up to scold him but seeing Jimin's face he had understood he didn't need to say anything. He had further paled when he saw Namjoon's disappointed face.

Taehyung had forgiven him but Jimin couldn't. Yoongi suggested he go let the steam out somehow and that's how Jimin ended up meeting Jungkook. Jungkook hadn't presented then only presenting after he started hanging out with the pack and then became a part of it.

Hobi tries putting forward his brightest smile ready to greet you. Except it's not you who opens the door just someone who looks like you.

"Yes?" The lady asks.

"Oh you must be y/n's mom. I'm Hoseok your neighbour. I bought breakfast "

"She's still sleeping. I will let her know you came." She says.

Hoseok is disappointed. He changes out of the nice clothes he wore for you into pyjamas. The others are in the pack room, today was supposed to be the first day of vacation so they all had off until then, maybe not him he still had to shoot some content and he was sure Namjoon and Yoongi would cram in the home office once Jungkook let them go or fell asleep. Hobi goes joining the puddle. Hands pull him closer. Their combined scents makes him sleepy so he let's their warmth lull him to sleep.

They'd face any strom, Hoseok thought. As long as they were together.

This has more ot7 background so I do like it. I was going to do a scene with pack and mc with kook in rut but I realised mc has been unsupervised for far too long and the pack should process the new change before rushing into whatever is going to be.

This ended up unintentionally heavy I swear I was just going to indulge in a possessive kook but I kinda have feelings for hobi in this one. Alpha hobi guys anyway hope you enjoyed

Feedback appreciated. Have a nice day

Taglist : @jaiuneamesolitaiire

#bts x reader #bts au #bts fluff #ot7 x reader #bts omegaverse #omegaverse au #bts angst #bts drabble #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts abo #abo au

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s0lam33y · 10 months

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smooth operator, repost!

summary: Shuri meets a new scientist at an outreach center. She'll do anything but approach her and with a couple of scoldings from Nakia and teasing from her older brother, She decides it's time.

“Shuri,” T’Challa repeats for the millionth time. Okoye eyes him from behind the princess, waiting for permission. He nods his head and the rod of Okoye’s spears knocks into he royal’s back.

“Bast! Are you mad?” Shuri exclaims, lowering her voice when she realizes how loud she is.

“Maybe if you quit staring at the girl, I wouldn’t be so irritated, eh?” Okoye retorts, smirking as she watches Shuri’s face contort.

“She’s smitten,” T’Challa grins, earning a slap to his shoulder. Shuri shakes her head before speaking.

“I am not!” She mutters. She can’t be too loud. They’re in a lab in one of their new outreach centers, located in one of the most popular cities, Chicago.

Shuri tagged along so she could help lead and now she deeply regrets coming in the first place because every time T’Challa opens his mouth, she finds herself staring at one person in particular. She doesn’t even know her name and she hasn’t heard her speak yet but she’s drop dead gorgeous.

She’s got long locs that stop at her waist, a shade of deep red. And even though the lab rules say no jewelry she has a gold cuban link wrapped perfectly around her neck with gold rings to match. Oh and she’s wearing all black, baggy cargo pants and a tight compressed shirt that makes Shuri stare at her arms. She’s got really pretty hands, Shuri thinks, and manicured nails that are a little long. It makes the princess wonder how the woman works.

But nope, she’s been typing at her tablet (that every interns been gifted) since Shuri’s been looking.

“Shuri, you’re looking again,” T’Challa whispers as Shuri shakes her head out of it. She hears Okoye’s subtle chuckle as the intern approaches them.

“Don’t freeze,” Okoye whispers and Shuri’s too focused on the sway of the girl’s hips to be focused on anything else.

“Hey,” She greets, her voice is mellow, smooth.

“I-hey,” Shuri responds back, staring at the panels behind the woman so she doesn’t look into her eyes.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom’s at? I been wanting to look but I can’t find it,” The intern questions and Shuri can see the gold reflecting off her molars from the bright lights of the lab.

Shuri stands there, staring blankly. Luckily, T’Challa butts in.

“Keep walking down that hallway and take a left,” He smiles, holding back in laughter before the intern walks away. Shuri turns around and walks in between her brother and the general, completely and utterly embarassed at her reaction. She also hears their laughter from a distance when she leaves.

“I told you she’d freeze,” Okoye cackles with her brother.

…

It’s been two weeks since Shuri last went to the Chicago Outreach Center and she’s back now, this time with T’Challa and Nakia along with Okoye. T’Challa teased her about her little crush that she’s been in denial about.

Shuri’s eye flutter to the intern again, this time the intern has on some new kicks, Yellow Jordan’s. She’s breaking the lab rules all over again, worse than last time. She has on shorts that are loose and stop right at her knees, and that tight compress shirt. But the rings and chain are still on and her long tresses are still there put pulled back into a ponytail to reveal glossy lips and clear eyes.

Her lanyard hands out of pocket, red letters reading MIT over and over again. It is the summertime, so it’s reasonable that the intern is here. She must be in the outreach summer program, Shuri thinks.

“You know, you should go talk to her, Shuri,” Nakia suggests from behind the woman. Shuri ignores her, looking down at her tablet.

“Mamela Kum, Shuri,” Nakia says, her voice almost mother-like before Shuri does turn around to face her.

“If she does not like you, the world will not stop spinning on its axis but go find her name out for Bast’s sake,” Nakia murmurs, smiling at another intern that walks by. Shuri turns around, sitting on the information that’s been bestowed upon her.

Nakia’s right. Plus Shuri doesn’t have to keep coming here. Even though she does for a very specific reason.

But alas, she doesn’t have the courage to do anything.

…

It’s been a month, since Shuri’s first visit and this time T’Challa is fed up with her and so is Nakia. Her crush is so painfully obvious that the other Dora’s have begun to pick up on it. She barely focuses in the lab, Okoye shakes her head more times than she can count.

Shuri truly doesn’t want to go this time. She thinks with time, the crush will fade and she’ll be back to her regular activities. Not only that, she doesn’t think she’s well dressed at all, only in an orange tracksuit and her braids split into two space buns. To be fair, she had no idea they would be visiting the center today.

But today, Shuri stares again and Nakia wants to rip her own brains out.

The intern’s wearing a tight white knitted dress and her hair is in braids but they’re a shade of black that Shuri can’t put her nose just yet. But she can’t help but look. She can tell she’s not the only one looking either because a male intern walks past the intern who Okoye has named as Shuri’s scientist and he might as well have eaten her with his eyes.

“You should go talk to her, now,” Nakia orders and Shuri shakes her head, staring at her own outfit.

“Are you mad? I look like a mandarin, I will not approach her,” Shuri shrugs the warrior off. Nakia snatches her tablet away and shoved her so hard that she can’t turn back around.

Then Shuri’s face to face with the woman and if she was already frozen earlier she can’t help but think about the way she looks now. Her skin is damn near radiant and Shuri can’t help but go mute.

“Hey, princess,” The woman speaks and she has some kinda swag to her voice that Shuri likes. The Royal looks back at a glaring Nakia and two grinning idiots, her brother and Okoye.

Shuri’s finally close enough to read the interns tag.

Rianna ‘Riri’ Williams.

1st year Intern.

She/Her

“Hey, listen, I’m sorry about the last couple of weeks, I really hope you don’t think I’m just some weird person that stares at you because I’m really not, well I am just take out the weird part, my point is that I stare for good reason, not because I think you’re weird…or…anything of that s-sort,” Shuri says, trailing at the end of her sentence when she realizes how much of a fool she must look right now.

“Nah, you straight,” The intern smiles, chuckling and Shuri looks side to side and then back at her with utter confusion on her face.

“What? That makes no sense, if I’ve been staring, how does that make me straight? Is that not the same thing as a heterosexual-“

Laughter erupts from the intern, it’s so loud, a couple of the others turn around and all Shuri can really do is stare blankly. Then when the intern recovers, she wipes at her mascara that’s yet to drip.

“No, I’m sorry, it means that you’re okay, I wasn’t offended by it,” She murmurs , holding her tablet close to her chest.

“But listen, there’s this nice place it’s…walking distance, the next time you swing by, I wanna show you around, If you don’t mind,” The intern suggests and thoughts fill the princess’s mind. Is it a date? Is this friendly?

“Sure,” Shuri nods, she never noticed their height difference until now.

“And call me Riri,” Riri smiles.

“Nice to meet you,”

“Yo! Williams, come check this prototype out!” One of the interns by the metal tables yells. Shuri starts to turn around, rolling her eyes at what she’s about to walk back into, her brother and Okoye. But then Riri’s voice sounds.

“And by the way, I’ve been staring too,”

Riri knows she heard her and turns around too, walking to go join her fellows as they show her the new prototype.

Shuri goes home giddy that day, blasting music in the talon fighter like never before.

“Bast, I can hear the wedding bells,” Okoye groans, fake gagging as she guides the talon fighter with a simple touch of her hands. She glances at Shuri, who’s laying, sprawled out on the couch.

“Do you think she’d like the colors sage green or royal blue for a wedding theme?”

“Bast, Shuri, already?” Nakia laughs. T’Challa shakes his head, gently shoving his little sister.

“At least she’s not denying it,”

#black panther #riri williams #shuri udaku #shuriri #shuri x Riri

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angelphonia · 1 month

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Okay, I've been binge watching the Stop!!Hibari-kun anime and I've got some thoughts I need to let out.

Firstly, watching the anime makes me appreciate the Manga a hundred times more. Sure, the Manga had its problems, mostly the racism and the casual homophobia jokes and transphobia, but you could save stuff from it, like that even though there were homophobic jokes there was a gay woman who wasn't mocked because of her attraction to Hibari, or that despite the transphobia Hibari was never outright shown as being wrong by being herself.

Now, the anime does a lot of things I dislike. Firstly they make Kosaku's reactions be way more negative than in the Manga. While yes, he reacts negatively he is also seen blushing a lot when Hibari flirts with him. I may need to read the Manga for fourth time, but I also don't remember Kosaku constantly mentioning Hibari is a "guy" everytime she did anything.

There is a lot much more racism in the anime. There were problems with this in the Manga but it just feels way more present in the anime.

This one doesn't bother me too much, but I'm pretty sure the chapters do not align with the Manga, but again, this doesn't bother me.

I also noticed way more incest jokes, I don't care about them. Also the Seiji chapter where he falls in love with one of Hibari's bullies when she's 15 and Seiji is around 25/30 is very questionable. Again, this is a work of fiction so while I was like "why isn't this seen wrong?" I wasn't really uncomfortable. I do gotta say that in the Manga when the Japanese mob grown manchild son asked for Hibari's hand in marriage, it was inmediatly said he was 28 and Hibari was super taken aback. This doesn't happen in the anime, his age is NEVER mentioned. I can't quite remember, but I am sure Hibari also doesn't go on a date with him.

Oof, but here we go with the thing that has bothered me the most. The REALLY bad erasure of Jun's story. They absolutely took away her lesbianism, making it seem as if she was only interested in Hibari because of her volleyball abilities. They also totally changed the episode and made Jun be deeply ashamed of her family, that while in the Manga she was a bit embarassed it wasn't a main focus. In the Anime it was, even making her leave the volleyball club, which is crazy to me. Oh, and I'm NOT forgetting that they made Hibari enjoy getting gropped in the bus, when in the Manga she was clearly just disgusted by it.

I haven't finished it yet, may edit this post with more complains. Positive things? I'm sure Seiji and Sabu didn't have names in the Manga, so now they have identities. They try and give them more backstory, even adding an eye scar to Sabu, which was appreciated. Hibari's voice is absolutely the cutest. I liked the wrestling episode. Oh, the episode with Hibari's mother and her father was a delight, she didn't express this much emotion in the Manga, so actually seeing how she feels was great, and her end interaction with her father was adorable.

Can't remember anything more rn. As a side note, I've developed a little crush on Sabu and I'm gonna draw him. Hope you enjoyed my rambling!

EDIT:

Remembered the Honda thing. In the Anime he almost reaches his 1000 girls flirted with, but with one it is half a girl. In the Manga this was because he looked at a 5 year old by accident and she fell in love, while in the anime they made it so he flirted with a new half. For those who don't know, new half is an old Japanese term for transgender people, mostly trans women who were post op. In the subtitles this is translated as crossdresser, which I don't like. This isn't the first time this term is mentioned, in the spartan son episode, he calls Hibari a new half, which Kosaku tells him to not do. In another chapter there is a trans woman, and she refers to herself as New half, which again is incorrectly translated to crossdresser for some reason.

Even then there was some sort of minimal knowledge of trans people, not only with this, but in the Manga the addition of Genkijirou being a canonical trans man in hormones. Eguchi was aware and while his first idea was to make Hibari a feminine man, it obviously end up with her being a trans woman.

#stop!! hibari kun!#hibari oozora #Hibari kun #Rambling

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isakvaltersnake · 10 months

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first watch was for me, now second watch for THOUGHTS

Act 1:

obsessed with the way they turn into each other when the cake is coming down slash how Henry slips into Alex when getting up

zahra is so hot my goD I want her to top me

Henry showing off in his fuck boy raybans and fancy vintage car YOU WANT HIM TO WANT YOU SO BAD ITS EMBARRASSING

Henry’s soul leaving his body at “Vicky 👊”

Henry being turnt by the way alex smells

Henry’s “I need to get out of here” upon first meeting alex and deeply understanding that this beautiful boy could ruin the charred remains of his heart if he let him

Henry IMPOSSIBLY AND HOPELESSLY CHARMED

straight up FUCK miguel

Henry using bitmojis is how you really textually understand he has like 1 friend

Henry is so bad at dancing oh baby you would’ve been laughed out of a middle school gym with those moves

why am I mad that everyone got low at the wrong part of the song

ALEX WANTS TO LOOK COOL IN THE RED ROOM SO BAD ITS EMBARASSING

THE LOOK WHEN HENRY LEAVES ALEXS ROOM FUUUUUUUUCKING HELL

Act 2:

the fucking polo scene. Alex so horned up, Henry so sweaty. chefs kiss

henry infinitely smoother than alex wow

only momentarily AND ALEX TOOK THAT AS A CHALLENGE

Henry playing with that fucking ring like it’s a noose around his neck

ALEX FFS ACT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN SOMEWHERE BEFORE

this sex scene actually just being a clean demonstration of two people who fill each other with so much comfort and peace engaging in a physical act of love wowwww they invented romance wtf

I do love this alex in texas side quest seeing as there wasn’t time for the book storyline

SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT WHEN WE’RE APART YOUR BODY COMES BACK TO ME IN MY DREAMS

giggling during sex is peak romance these nerds are IN LOVE

HE SAID NO SO FAST THESE NERDS ARE IN LOOOOOVE

“look at us now” and the way I yelled DIVORCED OSCAR?!

“it won’t even matter if anyone sees us” the way you could see henrys heart shatter in real time jesus

i felt myself getting too close and i didn't want to break his heart. henry, my love, baby girl, boo boo the fool.

Act 3:

BECAUSE IT COSTS YOU NOTHING. No Henry in fact this is costing me everything. Kwjakasnsnkanskamskkaksjmsbwkkss

I will not trade one prison for another SORRY THE ANGST GIRLIES ARE EATINGGGG

sorry but if the love of my life ever danced with me in a low lit museum and told me he would try to be brave for us I would simply cease to exist

low key lmao and well done @ Alex’s grip on Henry in bed cause the last time they slept together Henry snuck out in the middle of the night and ghosted him for a week straight

ngl I hate that they didn’t even get a phone call before the speech

ok so i didn't get america he is my choice but i did get i fell in love with a person who happens to be a man and that man happens to be a prince

baby he says like I haven’t been waiting like an hour and a half to hear it

Alex watching Henry play piano oh honey he is never beating the competency kink allegations

stephen fry Alex already admitted it what’s your endgame my dude

Henry leaning back to talk back to his gramps like he was going into sport mode was v sexy actually

THE FINGER TOUCHES

straight up Rachel Maddow with more lines that pez, she should’ve had her own promo

Henry with the hand hold/hand in the crook of alex’s arm combo was so baby girl of him I couldn’t be prouder

they traded the key and the ring back cause it was only til they could have all of each other again and now they can pls kill me this is the end

do you think anyone noticed? I hate him so much omfg

#rwrb spoilers #idk man it was a lot and i'm just so happy #red white and royal blue

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wamtorical · 10 months

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November 1898

Snow arrived early in Brindleton bay and contagious jolliness coursed through the townspeople upon the countdown to Christmas. Snow had never been as thick as it was that year and the children took every advantage to make the most of it, spending most of their time at the Old mill pond - plenty of space to run and mess around meant more fun for everyone.

Cedric had established himself as Jemima's closest friend. No, she didn't see him much and no, she hadn't dared step into his house and go face to face with that god awful brother of his after he displayed his rude nature off to her in front of everyone, but Jemima never forgot the small deed Cedric did for her on her first day of school. Leonard, on the other hand, agreed to meet Jemima on one condition: he bring his sister, Samantha. She didn't mind at all for it had seemed she was the only one he'd agreed to meet, condition or not. So as time had passed they too would become good friends, but Leonard wasn't as easy opening up as the rest of her friends were, and Samantha didn't seem too pleased to be within the presence of Jemima.

As the group were talking, Jemima heard a 'psst'.

"Say, could we talk for a second, in private?"

Jemima knew Samantha felt cold towards her, so for something as unusual as the two of them talking alone, feeling nervous was expected.

"Naturally...! One moment, boys."

"I needn't say this out loud, but I don't actually dislike you, Jemima. Your mark just ... Scared me a little. At first. I don't even notice it now." Samantha mumbled out quickly, eager to get onto her main point.

"In any case, it's only because I'm being forced to play with you thanks to my poor old brother and his attachment issues. That's why I want to talk to you ... I'd like to say thank you."

"To thank me?" Jemima breathed out. She felt cheated and fooled by Samantha's claim, for every dirty look she'd recieved now felt like her own past delusion or bad memory recall. Perhaps it was her resting expression?

"Don't you realize how much you've been helping him? He can actually make friends now!"

The mere idea that she'd helped someone come out of their shell, even slightly, filled Jemima with pride.

"And gosh is he a big fanatic of you - 'Oh, Sam, Jemima is just so bright and confident, I wish I could be just like her! I want to marry her and have twenty babies with her!" Samantha imitated her brother, putting on a squeakier voice for comedic effect to which Jemima responded with hysterical and flustered giggles.

"Gosh! ... Is that true?"

"Mhm! Just ... Not the babies part."

The conversation Jemima had with Samantha remained on her mind for the rest of the day, not only because she'd discovered someone who she'd thought found her only as an annoyance to be a hidden friend, but because Leonard's undercover feelings deeply touched her. After Cedric went home for dinner, Samantha held off leaving the pond so Jemima could have a chance to speak to her brother.

"- So I just wanted to say, I'm awfully glad you find comfort in our somewhat similar ... Uh ..."

"Facial features? Um, gosh, no - they're not similar, but -" Jemima stuttered out in attempt to keep her cool.

Leonard looked taken aback.

"Was this Samantha?" He replied, the worried expression palpable on his face.

Jemima’s voice shook, albeit not enough to be completely noticeable. If she messed this up, Leonard might crawl back into the safety of his home and stay there forever. He reminded her of a small, red crab learning to explore the outside of its shell.

"Well, yes, but worry not! There's no need to be embarassed. it's rather silly, actually. If you ask me, well, I suppose there's no suited word for it, but I think your eye looks very ... You. It's your signature attribute, your thing."

Leonard stayed silent, a small flush of red appearing on his full cheeks. This was beginning to become the case for Jemima too.

📜 next / previous / first

#The Pence legacy #ts4 decades challenge #1890spence #pencelegacy #1898 #ts4 #1890s #jemima pence #wamtorical

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Considering LawBepo, who do you think made the actual first move that lead to the having their first time? I really have a hard time figuring out since Bepo is rather shy and insecure but I don't think Law would be pushy about it. I see him more at the type of guy who will patiently wait.

I KNOW RIGHT they are troublesome. okay imma ramble

i hope it makes sense i dont proofread my word vomit

neither is overtly sexual but they are so openly physically affectionate as friends - which is initiated equally by both - i almost said that bepo is the one that initiates it most of the time but its not true - law leaning on bepo has to happen with bepo already seating/lying somewhere and law coming around and being like yep this is my place excuse me /uses him as a cushion/ (i cant picture bepo being like /pats his own lap/ sit down captain :) - thats too forward!!!/

all this really helps in answering this question because we can imagine they habitually keep close to each other (i like the headcanon i saw that bepo as a kid had to tone down his mink-typical garchu-affection that he was too clingy when law first found him - i cant imagine baby law being too welcoming of it - he is a tiny brat full of hurt and he doesnt know bepo that well yet - that took some getting used to for sure.

But i dont think it took that long because as they literally met by law protecting bepo that pretty much established what their roles are for each other - law cant protect bepo by pushing him away now can he? - i picture law getting more used to bepo as a person, hugs included - he would grow to appreciate them even more in time.

NOW TO THE POINT IM SO SORRY I TAKE AGES

Them being all over each other being Just How They ARE (accepted by both each other and the crew) is so great and in my head as we see them in the story they already have an established couple relationship, basically married for years so their first time ideally happened when they were teens. I think law wasnt a virgin by that point, scary as he is he mustve let sm1 jump him even just to satisfy his curiosity - and he Was a horny teen so kudos, bepo was because he:

1) just assumed he needs to find a female bear and there werent any minks in their travels so he just settled to never fucking and accepted it (not that i dont think he wouldnt be able to find sm1, he would, he is a handsome charming boy, i think it was his choice/assumption of what he SHOULD do, he didnt consider humans)

2) he has law in his life! his head is full of law and his other friends who give him all the attention he needs. for the physical part of it he can get by its fine its not a pressing issue

anyway there is always a precedent right, a random boner or a boys talk - something that puts a thought in their head - and its a realization that Yes this is my most important person, and this is not such a bad idea....but it has to be law, i agree that he is the type to test the waters and wait, and for bepo he would wait forever - but he also has to help bepo with this and be the one to take the fall and brave the embarassment and possible rejection. They both had to marinate on whether or not that line should be crossed - for a long time - it is always thinking about the other - if you are willing, it doesnt guarantee the other person is.

Law had to go through some hell having to come up with how to approach bepo and be as clear as he can be (because it cant be just their usual! - which is a lot - they are such special deeply friends and family to each other) but do it in a way that wouldnt push bepo to accept him, law who is aware of bepo's loyalty and willingness to do anything for him. It has to be bepo's (oh god) genuine desire to have law be a lover to him as well.

BUT THING IS - his question is met with bepo's insecurity and thats easy. thats a familiar ground. Bepo is not insecure as a person but he is insecure when it comes to law (especially when he was younger) because he wants to be the best for law. So of course he would want to be more than friends with law..but is he good enough? what about law's reputation if the crew finds out? bepo doesnt want to cause trouble for him!

law: holy shit thats the least of my problems i love you

getting to the point part 2 ramble tendency

why i love them having their first as teens is that because they mustve been dumb and cute and awkward and too excited and bepo wanted to run away multiple times cuz its TOO MUCH that he gets to be with law in this capacity and aaaaaaa

but its good because they care abt each other so much and are willing to tolerate awkwardness and fight their own self consciousness for the sake of THIS thing that they have between each other. the thing that they had for years and this layer of physicality being simply a pretty logical continuation of it

#lawbepo #talk tag

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gwagwagwagoogoo · 1 year

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Something About Us

Another Asaden writing piece

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Her hands smoothed over his chest, fingers dragging against fabric. Bunching it up in between spindly, shaking, digits. A pair of shy and narrowed eyes peering through black strands in the dark. Staring into equally aversive eyes.

Her room was dim, she can’t believe she actually invited him in. It was a long walk home, both of their feet sore and utterly exhausted. And peering at him through the partially opened door, watching his hand glide across the back of his neck in a scratch, tousled blonde hair framing his face... So she invited him in, against her better judgement.

He walked through her bland living room, through the connected kitchen, until he was suddenly at her bedroom door.

And then she invited him into her bedroom with a stammering heart. Sweat pooling from her skin, the fringe of her bangs connecting to her forehead. Barely any of the lights were on, maybe a lamp by her desk was flicked on Barely giving a luminous glow to the both of them.

Light shading his jawline and nose softly, barely catching under his eye. They ended up on her bed, facing each other, sitting on the edge, knees awkwardly out stretched and rubbing against the other.

“Let’s get this over with.” Asa said, feeling her lung clogged in her throat. Before she hooked her fingers into his shirt. Until she gazed a bit too deeply into his eyes.

Denji rose a brow, staring at her chapped lips. His own lips parted, before straightening into a line. “Get it over with?”

“Yeah, let’s just…” She really couldn’t rip her gaze from his face. It was irking her at this point. She grimaced, embarassed. “… Kiss.”

“… Y’gonna bite my tongue off?”

“No?”

“Gonna vomit in my mouth?” His head shifted, side eyeing her.

“Why??” Asa’s face turned quizzical, jaw dropping a little.

“Just checking. Gotta make sure.” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders back, before adjusting his torso around. Facing her again.

Asa wanted to prod more— but then again. If she did, it’d probably ruin this. And for some reason, she just— she tried to rationalize with herself. It’s getting over with it, it’s making Denji more attached to her, its another step in Yoru’s goal.

So she turned fully towards him. He turned fully forwards her. And that’s why her hands were balling in his shirt. That’s why they were so close, that’s why their faces burned with such an intense heat they both practically felt it radiate from the other.

His hands, god, they dragged sweat up her cheek. Cupping her face. The eye contact they made was intense, wide eyed.

He wasn’t sure which of them leaned in first, and for a moment he seized. Expecting her to pull some sort of trick. Maybe a nibble or just a bit of spit— but none of that came.

Her lips pressed gently into his, uncomfortable and stiff. But it was gentle. It was oddly— sweet?

His heart thumped and squeezed underneath her palms, pulsing along his ribs. His body broke out in a full on tremble, because just like that. She was pulling away.

Her face a beating red, barely lit by the light of her lamp. They both hadn’t closed their eyes the entire time, but she blinked rapidly to wet her dry eyes.

Denji’s maw dropped, jaw clicking, as he tried to express his wants. Through words. But nothing came out, instead, his hands grasped the back of her head. Pressing into her again, his lips slipping against hers. Clumsily, awkward, weird. Asa didn’t realize she should’ve probably— probably— opened her mouth until she felt Denji’s mouth slide across her lips. Messy.

Unless he was trying to just wet her dry lips, she’d never know, because her mouth parted. And her hands raced to his shoulders, gripping tight. Whatever they were doing- it wasn’t right. He didn’t know how to kiss, she didn’t know how to kiss either. It was a stumbled diving of tongues, clattering teeth, and lips.

She wasn’t sure which of them broke away. Denji panted, and Asa wiped any of the salvia that was dragged across her mouth with her sleeve. Grimacing at the drool and spittle that stained it now.

Denji clutched his chest, leaning back roughly. Her bed creaking softly, blood swirling his cheeks, as he tried to squeeze his heart through his fingertips. To stop its frantic beating.

Asa averted her gaze, hands clasping as they cemented into her stomach.

“Uh…”

“That was—“ Denji began, voice cracking and quivering.

“— Awful.” Asa finished staring ahead at her blank wall. She felt all dizzy and warm. She’s so sweaty it might kill her.

Denji’s jaw tensed.

“…. Was it?” She squeaked after a long pause. She still couldn’t look at him. Half tempted to throw her face into her pillow and scream.

She was hoping he’d agree with her, left her be at ease with that, keep him at a comfortable distance.

He’s just a weapon, she tried to remind herself, he’s just a weapon. He’s just a weapon.

“… I wanna another one.” He finally croaked, bewildered. Eyes wide with dilated pupils, ones that consumed his Iris. Asa finally, in shock, whipped her gaze to him. Seeing herself in the reflection of his eyes, her pupils equally blown out.

He’s just a weapon, she kept trying to keep that line between him and her. As he leaned closer, one hand clutching his chest, while the other slid to her hand.

She doesn’t care, it’s fine. She doesn’t care. She’s just using him. Digits quivering as he layered them over hers. That hand clutching his chest so hard shifted.

His thumb brushed her greasy bangs from her sweaty forehead, pushing some strands from her face. Face closer to hers again, but pausing when breath scraped against her lips.

“I want… another.” He stated, quietly, through a heave against her.

They remained stationed like that, breathing in the others face and lips. Noses grazing against each others, eyes pooling into the other.

She knew what happened next. Because she wanted another too, she wanted another awful kiss. She wanted another enjoyable kiss. She wanted to be selfish and kiss him as many times as she can. She wanted so much. She wanted just this moment, she wanted her greedy present- ignoring what will come tomorrow. Ignoring the eventual heartache.

She just wanted herself and him here. Right now. And she really wanted to kiss him, like he was her boyfriend, like her life was that good.

She knew who leaned in first. Because it was selfish. And she wanted to be as selfish as she could, in his hands, and against his lips. Her hand clutching his like a vice.

#asaden #denasa #fanfic (?)

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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May I suggest 32. from the 100 prompts list with vampire/kas Eddie?

Your wish is my command!

"This is, by far, the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Steve didn't even turn around, he was calmly checking his backpack and its contents. Several pairs of latex gloves, a face mask, a rope (why?), a huge fabric bag. There was even a ridiculous hat to cover his infamous hair. "So you've said," he quipped back, giving Eddie a humorless smile. "And not just once."

Eddie threw up his hands, frustrated. "Yeah, and did it help, Steve? Reconsidering yet so I can change my repertoire?"

"I can reconsider. As long as you will."

The tiny spark of hope in Eddie's chest got cruelly extinguished. "I'm not letting you bleed into bottles, Harrington, you or anyone else. Besides, we don't even know if I CAN drink cold blood. You know. Displaced. Out of its natural habitat."

Steve just scoffed and grabbed a bottle of cleaner and a rug, stuffed them in the backpack. "You can just, I don't know, microwave it. Heat it up on a stove. What do I know, you're the wild one according to Henderson. Get creative."

Eddie groaned. He hated that it made some twisted sort of a sense. Very twisted. "I'm not microwaving your blood, Steve."

"Well, then we're out of options." Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes. Eddie felt like kissing him stupid, except this - but not Steve, never Steve - was already so stupid. "Look. I don't really enjoy committing crimes either, Eddie. But I need to be sure you're getting what you need if something happens. At least for a few days. Your...condition," and Eddie had to laugh at that, condition, as if that somehow encompassed him becoming a fucking Upside Down vampire, "...requires blood. There's no changing that. Yet. Maybe ever. I don't care if you decide to, I don't know, sleep hanging from the stairs or wear capes, but I'm making sure you're not hungry if someone can't get to you in time. I'd be a shitty boyfriend if I didn't do at least that."

He took a few steps towards Eddie, touched his lips. The canines were sharp and Eddie could feel the pressure against his teeth, Steve's fingertip pushing inside his mouth and intentionally puncturing the skin, drawing blood. Eddie held his hand and licked the would clean, kissing the finger. There had been times when he was nervous, tried to push Steve away to avoid hurting him. But for some reason, Steve kept repeating this small gesture, again and again, until Eddie understood that it was just like a small kiss to Steve, a sign of affection. Eddie could never reject that.

He kissed Steve's palm and pulled him into a hug, running hands over that strong back, the arms that wanted to hold him too. "How did I ever deserve you?" he whispered into the crook of Steve's neck. The blood was calling to him, of course it was, but at this point so were Steve's eyes, hands, lips. Steve's everything. "Having me as a boyfriend has to suck anyways, but as a vampire? Double sucks."

Steve chuckled into his hair and slapped his ass. "Well, good thing I like it when you suck," he whispered and pulled Eddie closer. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie. I'll do anything for you. You know that."

It should have been embarassing, hearing such a confession, but Eddie had already known. He had known because he's painfully aware he'd do anything for Steve too. "Likewise, Stevie. But you shouldn't have to."

"I know. But I want to." Stealing a short kiss, Steve pulled back and zipped up his backpack. "Now, are you driving me to rob that blood bank or am I going to be all by my lonesome?"

Eddie sighed deeply and grabbed the car keys. "Let's go, master criminal."

If you liked this drabble, check out the prompt list and send me an ask!

#stranger things #strangerthings #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #kas eddie #writing prompt #thank you for the prompt kind stranger

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moonsaver · 15 days

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Imagine instead of 4ggravate being a kpop boy group and reader being the fangirl, its the other way around

4ggravate forms a groupchat particularly because of you, their bias, who is also the least recognized in your group and is often overshadowed by others, leading to a desperate convergence of your fans in finding out the itty bitty stuff about you that's all on blast when it comes to the other idols in your group. They're like detectives trying to figure out whether you liked the specific flavor of ice cream on a show you participated in with your group. Each of them keep tabs on any official updates about you, recording and clipping parts of your group's lives in the tidbits where you come in, and forming a wall trying to defend you from majority of the fandom when you get backlash from false rumors. That's just how the group came to be.

Kaveh is the oldest fan amongst them – he's been there since day 1. Claims he knows the most out of all of them and tries to prove it via quizzes and guessing games. Sometimes he wins, most times he doesn't. Also the poorest of the four. He spent so much on buying your specific merchandise he didn't plan for the future concert you group was holding in his area, and ever since then he's had to tearfully decide constantly between buying albums, your photocards, new lightstick versions, etc.. and your concert that may or may not even be held in the area.

In the rare chance that he does attend your concert – he tries to get the most out of it. Front row, headbands, fanchant at the top of his head, lightsticks in both hands. When you notice him and exchange a few words over the loud crowd, he swears he's going to pass out, looking up at your crouched figure on the stage makes you look almost like an angel to him, the light highlighting your figure perfectly. Suffice to say, he eventually made an impression on you at least.. because he passed out and the crowd had to surf him to a security guard. He's deeply embarassed about it, and can't really escape it now that he's become a bit of an inside joke in your fandom

Cyno is the second older fan. Like Kaveh, he prides himself over having a good amount of knowledge about you that's not exactly easy to find – old, old, old images of other kpop idols in which you appear for a fraction of a second, spotting the products you use in your lives and being able to find out the brands is his specialty. If Kaveh has the knowledge, Cyno at least has the detective skills. He has his own individually run fanpage where most other fanpages, even your group's fanpages, refer to as a trusted source. Has also managed to create several fancams of you that were incredibly hard to get ahold of. He's those fanpages on twitter who thoroughly collect evidence and manage to pinpoint future events you're going to take part in before they're announced, and he manages to predict it correctly almost all the time. He's well known within the fandom, but due to how busy he is in 4ggravate trying to form a cumulative plan almost all the time, rarely does he find the time to respond to other fans and fanpages, and most other admins don't usually approach him either.

If anything, at least he's got more resources and money than Kaveh. I imagine he actually also is in a lot of other groups besides 4ggravate.

Alhaitham, out of everyone, is the one who's actually talked to you the most. He was originally just interested in the music, didn't really care until he realized how less and less your lines became the more songs your group churned out. So in his mind, to "make up for" the lack of lines on your end, he decides to simply just pay extra attention to your solo activities. It's not soon before you become his bias. Unlike Kaveh, he was pretty strategic and managed to plan ahead for scheduled fancalls, fanmeetings, appearances in public, etc..

he leaves a lasting impression because.. he doesn't show his appearance. At all. There's many fans out there who get your attention by doing strange things with their appearance, but Alhaitham refuses to even take off his mask just to talk to you. In fancalls, he decides to cover the cameras, always wears hoodies that cover him completely when he meets you in public. At some point, the fandom falls in love with him instead (which drives Kaveh insane), and it's not soon before there's all sorts of rumors about you two. The rumors get more wild when he only ever takes his hoodie off once when you meet him face to face. Personality wise, he sticks out because of how easily he's able to spot changes in choreography, voice, pitch, writing style, etc.. and even more so, because of how upfront about it he is, without actually being creepy about it. He gives good advice without making it sound like unwelcome criticism.

Tighnari is actually the normal one. He just generally likes the music and likes your voice specifically because he thinks your voice suits the concept the best, but because of a few injustices (which he sarcastically comments on many fancams, to which also many fans agree), he finds himself doing something similar to Alhaitham. Albeit, less.. detailed? Is what he thinks. He's actually a bit of a keyboard warrior when it comes down to it – replying to group threads that intentionally leave you out, having the sassiest comebacks to mean or rude comments about you, piecing together timelines and locations to prove false rumors wrong, working especially close with Cyno in these kinds of cases. If there's a fancam of you, Tighnari is under it fighting some or the other hater, or just blatantly commenting on the event itself that intentionally disrespects you or your group.

He's probably the only one who actually leaves a long lasting impression on you. When your car drives by a bunch of your excited fans, he's the normal one who's looking on calmly and waving to you with a stoic face. Whenever he comes to fanmeetings with Alhaitham, or has fancalls with you – it's fun! His humor is easy to accustom to, conversation goes lightly, and overall he's the tamest out of everyone. He gives you some skincare advice which you gladly accept, and somehow, despite not being as incriminating as the others when it came to detail, they're salty about how he seems to be the one who's closest to you. It's not unnoticeable the way out of all four of them, you recognize him by a first name basis. Ohhh boy.

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stanleyl · 2 months

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noooo why are so many in the fandom so delulu like he did give a great performance and it's good to have some hope but we...

Is it delulu to be hopeful for Tom???? Even if you are right and let's say he has no chance, why are you so mad??? This industry is about connections, so him campaigning for an emmy allows him to talk to people he hasnt spoken to before. The best episode was 8, and if Tom is proud of his work on that episode and wants to campaign, let him be. Alit of ppl loved Barbie, whereas I thought it was boring, but it didn't stop Margot robbie campaigning it a whole yr despite it not winning any awards outside its box office.

the worst is in the scenario where he doesn't get a nom and fans make a big deal on twt further embarassing him/us...

I'm sorry, Anon, but maybe you are chronically online because how does him not get a nom a direct perception of you a fan? How are you feeling, secondhand embarrassment because of a few tweets from losers. Unless you are in the comparison wars that only exist on Twitter, that's the dumbest, main character opinion I've read in a while. Tom is doing what any actor does for their project. He's not the first actor to promote his show with low critical reviews, and trust me, he won't be the last. His performance as Danny was deeply grounded and amazing, and you are entitled to your opinion, but to call fans delulu for acknowledging his work is crazy I'm sorry.

Also Twitter is not real fucking life!!!! I'm sick of you fans that are on that app and then come here to cope becaue you saw a tweet that offended you from strangers online. I rarely have that experience because I pick and choose to care, and trust me, he's not the only actor to have projects that don't pan well. Paul Mescal had Foe come out last it was panned critically, but I didn't think his fandom online felt embarrassed because of it. They didn't internalised and then project . Paul also had all of us strangers and was filming gladiators next. He literally got that role because a casting director saw him on stage in A Streetcar named Desire. Filmtwitter loves him and yet he hasn't even achieved any boxoffice success yet...

Also, I don't think anyone cares unless you search for tweets about it. Maybe you are frustrated with Tom's pace of work and I can understand the frustration but at the end of the day, he's gonna do with his career what he wants to do, without any input from you, unless you have his number lol😭😭😭😭

Nobody is mad but you, sorry lol. The other person literally just said it's good to have some hope, but in this case we need to be more realistic, he was only nominated for a critics choice, he was snubbed twice after that. You're the one writing a whole essay for no reason. The "embarrassing" part is when fans keep crying and yelling how he was robbed, when it was never that deep.

And since you mentioned Paul...

He is an Academy Award nominee and has been recognized for being an indie darling in acclaimed projects. Why would his fans care about one single project with terrible reviews when their favorite isn't constantly being the target of comments about his career choices, how his agents are bad, people (including so-called journalists & 'critics') diminishing him to uplift others, and downplaying/trying to erase any career accomplishments he has achieved. Yeah, if I was a Paul fan, and I was chronically online, I wouldn't give two shits about Foe RT scores either 🤷🏽‍♀️. That was terrible example if you ask me.

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Wip 22!

lol okay this is... well, for one, i kinda completely forgot i had written this? it's only been about a week, which makes it even more embarassing, but i think its one of those things where i get ambushed by an idea and vibesand just write until i get distracted

the premise is jaster/sifo with a bunch of darker elements and some cultural misunderstandings. somehow the vibes turned a bit into the direction of eldritch jedi, which i am not mad about, but i'm still contemplating whether or not i should make that just a cultural misunderstanding on jasters part or an actual thing

“Will you take what I offer?,” the stranger whispered into Jaster’s ear, pressed against each other as they were, “Will you let me repay my debt? Breathing should not be this hard. “There is no debt,” Jaster hisses out, eyes fluttering as he feels sharp teeth scrape over the skin under his jaw, “Do not call this payment.” But not refusing. Because he is weak. Weak and pathetic with a spine less durable than antique flimsi in torrential rain. “Then what should I call this?,” the man purrs and draws up far enough that their noses brush Jaster can see every fleck of hidden gold in those stormy eyes. “A gift?,” he breathes, desperate, “A grace, a pity?” There is a minute twitch, a fraction of a tilt to the man’s head as he looks. Blinks. “Pity implies regret,” that voice of honey and sand smoothes down the thundering of Jaster’s heart, “Are you? Regretting?” And Jaster knows that if he says yes, the game will begin anew. They will go back to the strange, crass boundaries imposed onto them by laws and conventions he will never understand and the spell will be broken. And as much as he should, he cannot find himself willing. He knows this might be a mistake. Probably is. But. But. “No,” his voice is barely more than a whisper, “No regret. Please.” He needs… something. Him. There is a sudden maw that has opened in his chest and he needs someone to tame it, close it. “Oh Jaster,” the stranger speaks and it guts him in all the best ways and then some more. He’s never told him. His name, that is. Not that it was difficult to find out – hells, Silas alone probably had called him by it a couple dozen times when Jaster’s tormentor had been within earshot. They say names hold power. Jaster never was more keenly aware of just how true that is than right at that moment. The sound that tears itself from him is raw and deeply embarrassing, yet the stranger doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the contrary, he smiles. And oh. Jaster’s seen him smile. Plenty of times – far too much and in far too many unsuitable situations. And only now he realizes that not one of them had been genuine. The stranger smiles at him and Jaster feels like he is staring into the floodlights of a dreadnaught-class battlecruiser. Something so vast and powerful that he cannot even fathom imagining. And it is right there, right in front of him and at his beck and call. A horrible, horrible thought comes to him all of the sudden. “You…,” he rasps out, “Will not do anything.” He doesn’t quite understand where the thought came from, he only knows that it is as true as the beskar of his kar’ta. “Not unless you ask,” the stranger agrees, with another blink. One day Jaster will figure out what they mean.

#random boli thoughts #me writing #ask game #answering asks #sifo dyas #jaster mereel #i like putting sifo in darker situations #and then have him flirt his way out of it #in my mind he's fucked up like that #another wip that if/when it gets posted will need a few warnings #but i've picked a rather unassuming section so...

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