#but that freaking yellowish green...

[paras-doxical]

Paraqueer

[ID: Two nearly identical flags. The flag has nine stripes, with all of them except for one being the same width. The middle stripe is twice as large as the other stripes. The stripe colors are: dark blue, dark green, yellowish green, off-white, pale sea green, off-white, yellowish green, dark green, and dark blue. The second flag has the symbol of a turtle over top, its silhouette in black. End ID]

What is paraqueer?

Paraqueer is inherently pro paraphilia and anti contact. It is a term meant be used by queer paraphiles. You can only use this term if you are queer and a para.

Paraqueers understand the importance of consent and are strictly anti contact for any paras that would be nonconsensual or harming to others if acted upon. They know that children and animals can never consent.

Paraqueers know that they can be proud of their paras without harming other people, and they support other paras. Paraqueers also support recovery for those who desire it and finding coping mechanisms. They understand that thought crimes do not exist.

Paraqueers know that paraphilias do not necessarily make them queer; however, their paraphilias can interact with their queer identities.

Turtle and mountain emojis can be used as symbols for paraqueers. (🐢⛰️) (🏞️🐢) (🏔️🐢), (🐢🗻), etc.

Paraqueers support:

Anti-contact

Kink

Sex workers

Plurality/Systems

"Contradictory" labels

Mspec lesbians/gays

Lesboys and turigirls

Neopronouns, xenogenders, and neurogenders

Those who are aspec, including aplatonic

Freaks and weirdos

Polyamory

Disabled people

Body inclusivity

Self-shipping

Informed self-diagnosis

People with personality disorders (including NPD, ASPD, BPD, etc)

People with mental disorders/who are mentally ill

Neurodivergency

Stigmatized disorders

Accessibility

Fictionkin/Otherkin/Therian/Alterhuman/etc

Cringe/being authentic

Solidarity

Identities they do not understand

Paraqueers are against:

Pro contact/contact neutral/contact complex/anyone who claims that children or animals can consent

Minors in kink

Purity culture/anti sex beliefs

Exclusionism

Gatekeeping

Censorship

Ableism

Fatmisia

Abuse and grooming

Harassment

Bullying

Shaming

#vash.txt #paraqueer #mogai #coining #flag coining #para safe #pro para #paraphilia #paraphile #paraphiles please interact #anti contact #pro kink #pro mogai

[reverieaudios]

If you don't mind my asking what colour are your eyes? I can't figure out if they're blue or green or something else haha.

They're gray lol, but apparently they turn blue/green/yellowish-tan when in direct light? A while ago a friend of mine forced me to look into the sun for what felt like 10 minutes so he could take "direct light vs. normal" pictures to show me how weird they look lmao I'll put them under the cut in case close-up pictures of eyes freak you out

Not pictured is me screaming at him to "take the fucking picture already it burns" lmao

#asks #I've always wished I could've had brown eyes though they look so pretty #I originally had those two pictures side by side and kept laughing because it looked like an actual face it almost made me cry

[flammabel]

I took these last night but they sort of freak me out cause the glow from his blade and the lighting makes his eyes look yellowish and not green. 🫣🤔😬

#cal kestis #jedi survivor #star wars jedi survivor #cal is photogenic #my screenshots #lightsaber #never want to see yellow eyes for real I will riot

[llau-ren-ti-a]

The Bad Batch Ask Game

created by @wreckers-wife

@nahoney22

First of all thanks for the message and thank you for bringing this to my attention, my asks are open now 😁

So let's get right to it!

21. Which Batcher is the best cook?

I'd love to say Hunter, but with his senses it could get difficult (hell, I consider myself a decent cook and can't prepare meat half of the time bc I can't stand the smell) so I'm going with Echo and Cross!

Echo because he actually values food that isn't 'standard rations' and has a thing for proper nutrition and Crosshair because he's a control freak in the kitchen - he won't let you lift a finger and only serves whatever meets his expectations.

38. What color do you associate with each Batcher?

That's a tough one, but I'll try my best!

Wrecker

Wrecker was the easiest to come up with, and I know, yellow is a happy colour and that's why I associate him with it bla bla bla - his scar reminds me of the sun, a star bursting across his face. He's warm summer days spent in the sun, elderflower lemonade and daisies.

When I was in school we used to play "Yellow Car", whenever you spotted a yellow car you could hit one of the fellow players, and I think he'd be weirdly competitive about that.

Omega

Omega was a close second, and my colour is turquoise! Do you know this specific shade of turquoise that every other girl's rooms had back in the 2010s? Either you knew someone who had a room like that or you were that person. I can remember that so vividly and she instantly reminded me of her so much. She'd totally be one of those girls with turquoise walls.

I'm also so sure adores the ocean and sky, aside from the storm grey she was surrounded with on Kamino.

Tech

A little conflicted about our dear Tech - he reminds me of vaporwave and 80s computers; to me he is the embodiment of 80s and 90s synthwave (aesthetic), black and neon pinks and blues and purples and oranges - it was really a tie between the latter but I went with purple, it's still quite a nice colour and I think he'd center his whole being around this colour like many purple people do. (Orange people are actually exactly the same, but they are less vocal about it haha)

Echo

Sad beige clothes for sad beige children.

Look me straight into my bright blue eyes and tell me Echo would not absolutely THRIVE in a clean, cozy minimalistic apartment. I would pay an ungodly amount of money to wrap him up in a beige silk/mohair blend cable knit sweater and watch him drink a black tea with milk and sugar while he's sitting on clean white bed sheets. Need I say more?

Hunter

(Sidenote: I am having an absolute field day imagining Hunter in one of those Park Ranger Uniform shorts)

I think the consensus is that a lot of people associate him with red (because he is the leader of the squad and their colours are black and red...)

And I get it, red and brown suit him well in my opinion, but he really is green to me. Not really sage green or dark forest green, more the yellowish chartreuse kind of swampy green.

Crosshair

I get it. I absolutely do. The angry, dangerous, even lustful dark reds and blacks that so many people pair him with.

My soul tells me he is green. Not that friendly, lively kind of green that Hunter has, but this dark and forgotten shade of ancient woods that block out the sun once you've walked a few steps into them. Kind of Twilight-esque pacific northwedt vibes, but scarier and less blue filter.

I know he would kill me if he heard me compare him to Hunter like that, but I really think they are quite alike.

The difference lies here:

Hunter invites you in, whereas Crosshair is warning you to stay away.

- - -

I hope that made some sense haha!

That was fun, thanks for the message! <3

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #tbb headcanons #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech

[ppg-villains-defense-lawyer]

PPG Fanfic: Sins Of My Youth

Chapter 25: Heroes and Villains

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship

Characters: Ace, Snake, Lil Arturo, Big Billy, Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup, Him, Sedusa

Pairings: Past Ace/Sedusa, Ace/Snake

Story Summary: The gang, now in their early 20's, have moved up in the world. Now with their own apartment, jobs, and (mostly) law-abiding lifestyle, you might even say they're redeemed. But, not all is as it seems.

As Ace grows to resent his boring, minimum-wage life and his grudge against those who put him there increases, he makes a decision that could change his and his friends' lives forever.

Link to FFN

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Short Snippet down below:

Ace sighed. "Look," he took off his sunglasses, giving Arturo a rare glance at his eyes. His right eye was a yellowish-green hue from the fight he had with his father.

"Now that we're in charge, we can make a positive difference. We got cash now, maybe we can give some to Isaac's family, for all the trouble."

This gave him pause. "Really? You mean that?"

"Of course I do, man," Ace gave him a small smile. "I didn't want that kid to kill himself anymore than you did. And hell, now that we got some real power, maybe we can actually change some shit for the better for people like us. If the Mayor could hire a bunch of kindergartners to protect his city and the Morbucks brat was able to make crime legal, imagine what we can do."

Arturo hesitiated. "I don't know…"

"Look," Ace said. "You can run away to Monster Isle and feel sorry for yourself until some mutated fifty foot tall freak makes you their lunch, or you can help me fix this town for the better."

Arturo thought about it. "We could maybe get Snake off the hook with the cops," he suggested.

Ace's eyebrows rose. "Snake? He sold us out to save his own ass!"

"I know, but," Arturo sighed. "He's one of us. The dude has to be scared out of his mind right now, and he's facing serious time," turned to Ace. "Look, if you're serious about making Townsville a better place for people like us, including Snake, than I'll stay."

Ace groaned. "Alright fine, I'll see what I can do," he said.

#ace copular #sanford d ingleberry #ppg snake #lil arturo #arturo de la guerra #big billy ppg #gangreen gang #ppg him #ppg sedusa #mojo jojo #bubbles utonium #blossom utonium #buttercup utonium #professor utonium #powerpuff girls #ppg fanfic

[wedgie-stories]

Pt 1

Nate and Lucas were getting ready for a hiking trip. They’re going to go hiking in the Willow Forest, they’ve heard all the legends about a creature that lives there. It’s rumored to be a 7ft yellowish green humanoid looking creature with long black hair. It’s been given the name Wedgedator, the name comes from people to have claim to encountered it. The stories they told that creature hunted them down and wedgied them. Nate and Lucas didn’t believe the legends and wanted to prove to themselves it wasn’t real. It was about noon when they arrived at a rundown parking lot that looked abandoned. They set off into the forest walking down overrun trails. After about 30 minutes of hiking they making jokes of how the wedgedator was going to get them. As Nate was in the middle of a joke a strange clicking like noise could be heard above them. Both boys stop in their tracks and look up in the tree but see nothing there. Then all the sudden a branch is pushed down and then a thud noise came in front of them. Both boys mouth dropped open when the creature became visible in front of them. The creature let out a loud roar both of the boys started backing up slowly. They went to turn around and run but when Nate did he tripped over a branch and fell. Lucas was unaware that Nate fell down and kept running for his life. Nate got up and took off running but what he couldn’t tell is that there was a red laser aiming at his back. The laser then went down close to his ankles. As Nate is running he gets hit in the legs by a bola. He then falls to the ground with his legs stuck tied up. Nate fights to break free but it was to late the creature was at his feet. It grabs Nate by one of his foot and drags him off. After a few minutes of being dragged Nate is looking around and it appears to be a campsite of some sorts. As he looks around he notices a bunch of various pairs of torn underwear placed on stakes like trophies. Nate’s heart skipped a beat realized the rumors are true. The creature then picked Nate up by his feet and held him upside down. It then tie his hands behind his back and his legs. It then placed Nate upside down on a contraption that left him suspended in the air. The creature then retrieved a bottle and opened it. It poured a blue liquid on the soles of Nate’s shoes. As it hit his shoes they began to dissolve. After the shoes dissolved his socks did then next was his pants, and lastly his shirt. So now he was stuck in just his black briefs. Nate was struggling around to get free and yelling for help. The creature then left him there. Meanwhile Lucas is freaking out hiding behind a tree lost. Talking to himself saying, “I need to find Nate and we need to get out of here. After a minute or two of thinking, he walks out from behind the tree. Lucas carefully and slowly walks toward the direction he ran from. After a little bit of time goes by he can hear Nate calling for help. Lucas picks up his pace. He finally makes it to just outside of the campsite. He pulls out his cellphone and he takes a couple pics of the campsite and even Nate. He then began recording a video as he entered the campsite. As Lucas got close to Nate he propped his phone up to keep recording the campsite. Nate sees Lucas walking up and starts yelling at him to get him down. “Shut up and keep your voice down” Lucas shouts. It’s gonna hear you and then will both be screwed. Lucas walks up to Nate and begins to work on the rope around Nate’s hands. That is until Lucas heard the creature behind him. He turned around and the creature was right up on him. Lucas tried run but was immediately grabbed. Lucas was spun around and had his hands tied behind his back. The creature reached down the back of his pants and grabbed a fist full of white fabric and pulled. Lucas let out a girlish scream. The creature lifted Lucas up by his tighty whities and carried him over to a tree branch. It looped his tighty whities over and suspended him in the air. The creature once again pulled out the bottle and poured the liquid on Lucas.

[ourdragonsarebetter]

3, 8, 16 & 21!

for the weirdly specific ask game

3. a specific color that gives you the ick wouldn't go as far as ick, but i dislike the yellowish green, it has bad vibes

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home not immediately, but i have a pair of yoga pants that i wear when i know i'm not going out again for the day. i do immediately take off my socks tho

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip i like mint. i like chocolate chip. but i don't care much for mint chocolate chip

21. a number that weirds you out not really. i like the numbers. it's the letters that freak me out

#ask game

[floppyponysart]

-art1-

Drawing this one was kinda fun and easier than the others as it has curvy lines which I am more used to. I did simplify the shading a little bit coz I didn't want to use a whole bunch of layers this time. Apart from that, it came out amazingly accurate ^w^

reference - https://pokemondb.net/pokedex/sandshrew

This is a pokemon Fanart and therefore the character belongs to Nintendo and Game Freak. I do not claim ownership of the character. This artwork is heavily referenced off the official artwork as shown in the reference link as a practice piece and is in no way intended as stealing art.

-art2-

I love how this came out! Sandshrew is already in the chubby round shape I usually draw in so the style doesn't look too different from the official one but here I tried to put them in a cute shy position. They are twiddling their claws and one leg is raised with them rubbing their toes on the ground. It's hard to tell without the ground there but that's the idea anyways -v-' I also used a slightly different cream colour on the belly here. This colour is used more in later pokemon games so its not exactly inaccurate but the concept art has a greenish tinge to it.

-art3-

This is the first shiny with a cream belly which hasn't had a slight change to the tinge of the cream when shiny. The only change seems to be the green instead of the yellowish brown. It's a nice green but I'm not sure it is fitting for a ground type even when shiny. I think a gold or darker brown would have looked much better. What do you think?

#digitalart #art #cute #chibi #fanart #digital art #cute art #animal #creature #fantasy #pokemon #pokemonfanart #pokemonart #pokefanart #pokeart #sandshrew #groundtype #animefanart #anime fanart #anime art #animeart #anime #video game fanart #videogame #video game #videogamefanart

[thompsborn]

Of course, with his luck, the bruising is still visible come morning.

He had prodded at it upon waking up—lightly poked and ran his fingertip along the light purple hue with yellowish-green mixed in. It’s almost healed, will definitely be gone by tomorrow, but that still leaves him with a problem today: trying to avoid any of his friends seeing his face.

Again, luck is working against him, because his first class of the day is English, and he can see Harley out of the corner of his eye the second he walks in with his head ducked down low, gnawing on his lip nervously and hoping beyond hope that he can somehow pull this off. The bruising is worse on his right side than it is on his left, and he sits to the right of Harley; maybe, if he’s lucky, the lighting will work in his favor and it won’t be noticeable as long as he doesn’t turn his head far enough to flash the worst of it.

Harley looks up as Peter gets closer—his features brighten, Peter can see his features brighten, and it makes Peter’s face flush, just a bit, at the idea of Harley being that happy to see him. Now isn’t the time to let his crush get the best of him, though. He’s essentially on a mission that he has to see through, and that’s what he tries to keep his focus on as he slides into his seat, head still angled down, hiding—

“Woah,” Harley says, concern dripping from each and every syllable. “What happened to your nose?”

Hiding absolutely nothing, apparently. Peter whips his head up, eyes wide as he looks at Harley with a slightly dropped jaw, too in shock by the question to do anything other than stutter out, “U-Um…”

Immediately, Harley winces, taking in the full view of Peter’s bruise with worry shining in his eyes. He reaches forward, looking like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it—stops, and hesitates with his hand halfway in the air and a flash of confliction on his features, before continuing slower and with caution. Grabbing lightly onto Peter’s chin, he leans closer, tilting Peter’s head to the left in order to get a closer look at the right side of his face—at the worst of the bruising, where it’s still purple-ish at the center.

Peter, on the other hand, is trying to remember how to breathe with Harley this close to his face. It’s not like it’s—it isn’t in that sort of—it’s not that kind of context, he knows, and he’s not sure he would know what to do if it was—probably lose his mind and run out of the room having a full blown freak out, if he’s being honest with himself here—but the close proximity is still overwhelming and nice and scary and good and a lot of things, all at once, wrapped in a bow and pressing in and making Peter feel like he might actually pass out at any given second. Like, he’s concerned about hitting his head on the way down.

“Jesus Christ, Pete,” Harley murmurs. They’re close enough that Peter can feel his breath on his face, just a light puff of air, barely there but still there. “What happened? That looks like it hurt.”

“Um—”

Embarrassingly enough, Peter’s voice cracks over that singular syllable.

He clears his throat and debates if he should pull away or let himself enjoy this for what it is. “Um… I just—I just walked into a wall yesterday. I was tired and wasn’t paying attention and… yeah. So.”

There’s a pause, before Harley says in disbelief, “A wall. You walked into a wall?”

“Y-Yeah,” Peter says, fighting the urge to flinch at just how bad of a lie this is. His tone is half hearted at best, and his track record of reasons for his injuries have only seemed to get less and less believable as time has gone on—a door hit him, he tripped, someone accidentally elbowed him. It was easier to hide all of this in high school because he had less enemies in high school, less people who wanted to beat his ass into the ground at any given moment. Now, however, every criminal in New York City would happily hand his ass to him at any possible moment, and sometimes they get a couple good shots in.

He also used to be good at lying about his injuries—used to be good at lying in general, no matter how much he hates it—but there’s something about his friends, about Harley, that makes it way, way harder. Plus, once Ned and MJ knew about him being Spidey, he never hid an injury from them. But that’s kind of besides the point right now—he’s a little too distracted to let his mind wander that much.

“Okay,” Harley says, clearly not buying it. “Sure. A wall.”

Meekly, Peter tells him, “I walked, like, really hard into it. But it’s fine, it doesn’t—it’ll be gone by tomorrow, probably. It isn’t actually that bad.” Only a second later, he winces again, this time as Harley pulls back to give him an unimpressed look at those two completely contradicting statements. “I mean—”

Harley sighs, exasperated, and shakes his head. He’s still holding Peter’s chin. “You’re a bad liar, Peter.”

-

i wish that i was homeward bound

chapter 11: it feels like i'm breathing but i'm only half alive

#parkner #my writing #homeward bound fic #homeward bound

[mydissociativediaries]

6/6/2022: Fog

Third entry for 6/6/2022.

When I stepped outside, the sky looked light--way too light for 10:30 P.M. A green light flashed in the distance. The sight freaked me out and made me wonder if I'm dreaming. Fog hung in the air after it had rained all day, so that's probably what caused the lightness, especially since the sky looked dark again when I drove to a more rural area.

But it still freaked me out. I've had so many dreams where the light outside is "wrong," like it's pitch black at 2 P.M. Shit like this happening doesn't help my DP/DR. I wondered if I'm dreaming throughout the drive, and I'm still wondering that now.

I have a fear of things coming out of the sky in general. I've also had a lot of dreams where I see something in the sky that shouldn't be there. Where that specific fear came from, I don't know.

A while back, the moon looked huge and yellowish-orange while my mom was driving me home, to the point that she said "There's no way that's the moon." That freaked me out, too. Made me feel like the simulation is breaking.

Thanks for reading,

🌙

#actually dissociative #actually mentally ill #dissociation #dissociative #depersonalisation and derealisation #entry

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #164

What books, if any, have made you cry? Johnny Got His Gun, Old Yeller, The Outsiders, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, The Giver, The Hunger Games (you know the part), Of Mice and Men, and I KNOW there's even more, a lot that I surprisingly can't remember the names of; I cry very easily, and if you give me an emotional book, odds are super high at least a single tear is coming out.

How many times do you use a bath towel before washing it? Once.

What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? Play video games.

Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt.

Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? Oh I know I could.

Do you like watching music videos? Only Rammstein's haha, I really don't care about others'. Theirs are the only music videos I've ever cared about watching.

What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? We're in a serious, monogamous relationship together.

Do you have scars on your wrists? You can't see them anymore, no.

What is your least favorite color? A yellowish olive green.

What’re some movies you love that people wouldn’t expect you to like? Romance ones specifically, like Nicholas Sparks' book film adaptations, and Titanic. I genuinely love movies like those, when I'm in the right mood to get emotional lol.

Are you “in the closet” about anything? No.

Are you missing any teeth? Besides wisdom teeth, no.

What kind of sound or noise freaks you out the most and why do you think it scares you? Sirens really, really frighten me, especially the like, air raid or tornado sort of shit, but I find all of them anxiety-inducing just because of the associations with a siren going off. Also tires screeching on the road TERRIFIES me, because it usually comes before a car wreck.

Do you think makeup on guys is freaky or sexy? SEXY AS FUCK

Are you most comfortable with having short hair or long hair? Short, definitely.

Who was the last person you saw that you haven’t seen in a while? Miss Angela, my original best friend's mother, who works at the dentist I go to.

Are you a visual, audio, or kinesthetic learner? Very kinesthetic. Also visual, like especially for things like math, if you're just audibly explaining it to me, it's not gonna do shit, I need a combination of the other two.

What are your feelings towards glitter? It's obviously messy as hell, but I like it aesthetically.

Are the blankets that are on your bed now made by someone you know in real life? No, but that's such a cozy idea. My mom's been knitting a giant blanket since she was like LITERALLY 18-ish and I do hope she eventually finishes it before she passes away because I either want to keep it or have Ashley keep it for her kids to have, but seeing how she's been with Mom lately who knows if she'd even want it...

Would you ever have a child just to get someone to fall in love with you? lol that is NOT how that works, my guy, literally ever

Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Girt.

What do you think is creepy that society accepts as normal? Beauty pageants, specifically for young kids/basically babies.

What do you think is a good date other than dinner and a movie? My dream date is a picnic by a lake or something similar.

Are you biracial? No.

Which was the worst phase in your life? Late 2015 to the very beginning of 2017.

Does your ex’s new romantic interest know about the things you two did together? I don't even know who anyone is dating, if they are to begin with.

Do you ever tell your current significant other about the things that you did with an ex-partner? Literally only if it's relevant, like he asks a question or it's just a brief mention because it fits the conversation, but it's never in a wistful sort of way or anything.

Do you like holding hands or do you think it's stupid? I do, I don't think it's "stupid" at all.

What do you like about your birthday? I love getting to see family like my sisters and dad, and Girt of course comes over too. I also cut myself the most slack food-wise that day, I really do just have what I want that day; I'm just nicer to myself and let myself enjoy the day however I want to.

Do you like being home alone at night? No, that makes me uncomfortable; I can do it and have before, but I don't like it.

Has an ambulance ever come to your house? Not THIS current house, but the last one; that's how my mom got transported to the hospital and her cancer was discovered. She was as close to immobile as I have ever seen her, she was immensely not okay.

Whose pool did you last swim in? It was in our local hospital complex, the area where you do aquatic physical therapy.

What's the cutest thing someone's ever done for you? Oh idk, there's so much, both romantically and just as an aunt. I don't wanna pick a favorite.

How many people know about the last person you kissed? I don't know, it's not a secret and it's not new news either, we've been together a few months shy of two years.

How many different cars have you driven? Uhhhh... good question? Besides the car used in driver's ed classes, maybe like, two? It's possible it's actually only one, I can't even remember how long we've had the car we do now.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car? Probably one in Girt's house?

Who is the person you have hurt the most? Ultimately, probably my mom. I suppose maybe Sara.

Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Jason, when it boils down to it. Sara has said things that hurt me more, way more than anything Jason ever said, HOWEVER I dealt with the severity of the loss of him astronomically worse and for a much longer period.

When you go to Mcdonald's, what drink do you usually get? Coke.

What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid. It makes me want to fucking die.

Who last called you sexy? Girt, I'm sure. Not exactly something I hear from a non-significant other, lol.

Is it possible to "fall out of love?" I am completely and entirely confident that I myself have experienced this, so I know it is.

Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender? Yes, more than once.

Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you? Uh, I thiiiiink he'd be considered biracial? His mother is your ordinary Caucasian, but his dad was Native American, however I don't really know if that's an independent ethnicity? Race? I get these words confused, ngl.

How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? If wind isn't a factor, it's gotta get to like, the low 50*Fs before I want one.

Kisses on the cheek or the neck? how much time we got LMAOOOOO

One word to describe your most recent ex? Overdramatic.

What’s the best food to have at a sleepover? OBVIOUSLY pizza.

Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed? My old house's living room.

As a kid, did you ever get in trouble for drawing on the wall? No, I definitely don't remember ever doing so.

Ever had to have someone help you walk before? Yes, after I fainted or when I’ve been very dizzy for whatever reason, but I think I most heavily did so when I tore a ligament in my ankle or something and could put a total of ZEEEEERO pressure on that foot, it took so long to heal and it was FUCKING miserable. I'd be fighting off crying even when I would lean on Mom, that pain was unreal.

Name 5 things you don’t believe in. Fate/destiny, things like tarot cards or fortune tellers/psychics of any sort, horoscopes, anti-vax inane bullshit, and soulmates.

In what circumstances do you feel most at peace? Mornings where Girt stayed the night before and he's still sleeping when I wake up and I still lay down with him and just listen to birds and stuff.

Have you ever worn a thumb ring? Yes, that's the finger I wore my friendship ring with Sara on, but I've since thrown it away.

Would you give someone a second chance if they physically hurt you? HELL fucking no

What are five things you inherited from your mom? Low metabolism, height, high cholesterol, skin tone and some freckling (primarily on my arms), and thick hair.

What are five things you inherited from your dad? I HATE how like him I have very little common sense/miss things that a lot of people generally see as very obvious, when my legs were fine I paced like he did (I won't at all be surprised if it's a habit I pick back up as my legs get stronger), I have an addictive personality, uh... I'm blanking after that.

Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yeah, Sara's hair was much longer than mine.

Do you ever wonder what your ex or most recent “thing” is up to? I mean sure, I wonder, but I don't let myself check her socials ever. It's better that way.

What pets does your best friend have? He has one dog, a pit/shepherd mix named Charlie. I think technically he's his mom's, that's "Mom" to him, but Girt loves him to death and Charlie clearly loves him too.

Do you think somebody’s in love with you? Pretty sure yeah.

What type of tree is the most common where you live? Pine trees, by a fucking longshot. There are SO many pine trees.

Do you have anything planned for June so far? Yeah, my niece's birthday as well as her mom/my older sister's only a few days later. I don't know what we're doing for Ashley's, but I know Aubree's bday party is this month.

[TW: SELF-HARM] Do you know anyone who self-harms? I don't know about anymore, but I know plenty plenty plenty of people who have previously.

Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? My mom, we just rode to pick up our groceries from Wal-Mart.

Name the last three people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Girt is very loyal, Sara was a great creative, and Tyler, uh... he was generally sweet?

When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? Extremely depressed, let's see... I'm not really sure, like sure I still deal with depression, but it's nothing like I shit I dealt with up until the start of 2017. "Extremely," for me and my experiences, means REALLY fucking severe, and I'm grateful I can't answer this confidently.

Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? Girt, I know he did this recently before he left and I was falling asleep.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[yunhwas]

𝗠𝗩𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗔 - 𝗭

M — MONSTER BY EXO

#exo #exoedit #exonet #kreativesnet #dailybg #mgroupsedit #ultkpopnetwork #kpopccc #idolnexusedit #kpopgfxs #*mine #*gfx #*atoz #*bg #group: exo #i tried with the colors with baekhyun #but that freaking yellowish green...

[radioactive-earthshine]

Is there ever an in comic explanation for why Bart's eyes are freaking yellow? It just seems so out there bc Barry has blue and Iris blue sometimes brown and sometimes green so Don would have that and then he gets yellow eyes. It's strange and I keep thinking about it.

Honestly? None that I can recall explicitly.

Meloni calls him "sunshine" in assumed reference to those bright yellow eyes, and she has honey brown eyes herself.

When we examine Bart's cousin from the same time period as when he was born Jenni is shown to sometimes have yellowish eyes depending on the colorist and the intensity of the digital retouches.

In her first appearances in Impulse for example her eyes are clearly brown, but then in later issues when she is a baby the eyes are clearly golden.

In various character profiles Jenni's "official" eye color is amber which is a naturally occurring shade of brown with a lot of gold tones intermixed. It's a VERY pretty color. So this suggests, but does not confirm, that the yellow eyes did not come from Iris and Barry.

Bart's eyes however are listed as YELLOW so his eyes are not a case of colorists going wild and digital retouching adding saturation that was not intended to be present. They. Are. Yellow. Sunshine. I tried to look up interviews with Mark Waid or Mike Wieringo where someone might have asked if there is some sort of explanation but came up at a dead end, and I just don't have the time or patience to sit and listen through hours of podcasts or comic panels to investigate this. So if anyone has come across anything that addresses this officially I would be extremely grateful because to my knowledge this is never really addressed. I feel that we can assume that the reason why Bart's eyes are yellow is because his own connection to the Speedforce is just so intense it is literally bleeding through him at all times. Or... Perhaps because he is from 1000 years in the future where Earth is part of an intergalactic community and because biology in the comic world does not obey our own laws of biology there is a STRONG chance that Bart's genetics do not contain 100% human material. It is likely that there is some sort of extraterrestrial DNA within him that might lead to his yellow eyes. Or... That's just how genetics ARE 1000 years in the future due to genetic manipulation or just natural evolution or it is a mutation etc. We have no idea what Meloni's mother looked like so that is another big part of the puzzle. She could literally be 100% alien for all we know. Honestly though I do not believe we ever got an official in-comic explanation for Bart's eye color and in fact it is bizarre that no one really comments on them in the comics because yellow is a very unusual color. There are hundreds of comics where Bart makes an appearance and I have read pretty much everything and I cannot recall any moment clearly where they come up in conversation. If anyone else has anything I would love to see it. I keep meaning to read LEGION with Jenni but it has eluded me for the moment so I cannot comment if it is ever brought up in these comics either.

#bart allen #impulse #jenni ognats #xs #meloni thawne #flashfam #really though genetics are tricky and unpredictable #i am the only redhead in my family on both sides #there are no known redheads on either branch #and i also have central heterochromia which is another thing that never happened in my family #i actually really favor that it's the speedforce #but also am fond of bart just not being entirely human #it's just up to interpretation i feel because i literally cannot recall it ever being mentioned

[hwangsies]

GALVANISING GREEN

(definition: galvanising (adj): to be affected by something as if by electricity)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: hyunjin convinces you to break into professor longbottoms greenhouse with him at night, however he didn’t expect you to snoop around and get intoxicated by a plant that doubles as a strong aphrodisiac.

warnings: light angst, bad attempt at lining this up with the generation of harry and co’s children lol, somewhat involuntairy intoxication?, hyunjin is cocky, long flashback again(shocker!) smut as in: implied oral (f receiving), fingering 

6.2 k words,

enjoy <3

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(read part 2 here)

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"Psst" you furrow your brows as you concentrate harder on the essay you’re writing for your herbology class.

"Pssst" you hear from your right again as you shake your head.

"Pssssst"

"what??" You snap your head to the right to meet victoires green-turqoise eyes before she flicks a piece of paper at you.

'Open' she mouths to you before giggling inaudibly.

You roll your eyes at what your gryffindor best friend might've just wasted 1 good minute of your time on.

Normally you arent this persistent on getting things done instantly, but you know herbology isn’t something you’re talented at.

If there was a word to describe the opposite of a green thumb, you would use it to describe your talents in herbology.

Every plant you try to be nice to (ranging from harmless to deadly), has either died, attacked you or did nothing good for your grade.

So, already slightly pissed off, you open the neatly folded piece of paper.

Her handwriting is awful, and because she hexed it, the font dances around so it takes you a second to decypher what she had written.

Hwang keeps looking at you like you're his next meal, babe!

Once you read it, a scribbled version of the heart eye emoji appears below the words, slowly opening its mouth to have little drops of animated drool rolling down the paper.

You feel the blood rushing up your neck as you look up, across the long table you were sitting at and to the one next to it, where yours and hyunjins eyes meet.

His lower lip is trapped by his teeth, when he realises you are looking back at him, he releases the rosy flesh and chases it with his tongue before trying , yet failing, to hold back a grin.

You look at victoire next to you.

She grinns widely and whispers, almost completely inaudibly "attagirl"

At which you hastily shake your head and stick your tounge out at her before quickly gathering your things and leaving the big hall with victoires quiet snickering still in earshot.

If she only knew, you think to yourself as you rush down the hallway , pressing your books tighter to your chest.

~flashback to three days ago~

You groaned and let your forhead fall onto your herbology book.

'I hate this' you muttered to yourself in a , what you felt like, never ending loop.

"I feel that" you got startled and whipped your head up as a yelp slipped past your lips.

Hyunjin grinned at you before draping a cloak over the chair and taking a seat across from you at a small table in the slytherin common room; his own books in his hand.

You chuckled embarrasedly as you ran your hand through your hair, trying to make you look somewhat presentable for the handsome boy.

"Dont worry, i dont judge you" he smiled and plopped his books on the table as well "stuck on herbology too, huh?" He peeked over.

"Yea, professor longbottom is going to behead me" you joked "i dont get it, how am i supposed to write an essay about my experiences with magical plants when all i ever get them to do is...die, or nothing at all" you shook your head in defeat.

He giggled cutely as he gathered his chin-length blonde hair in a low pony.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, the way the yellowish lights of the doungeons illuminated his features was too perfect.

The feline eyes ,the blunt nose and his thick lips. In combination with his sharp jawline and dark eyebrows, it was easy to be intimmidated by his looks.

You kind of had a thing for him for a while now, but then again so had almost every girl in your year. Him and his best friend james were by far the most good looking guys in your year.

The difference between hyunjin and his best fried however was that his friend knew he looked good and liked it to be known and acknowledged.

Hyunjin was open-minded and sweet, aslo a little shy from time to time, but he also had his cocky moments, especially with girls.

So they weren’t that different, both being players and heartbreakers to a certain extent.

They were popular due to their success in each of their quidditch teams, hyunjin being the seeker for slytherin and james for gryffindor, following in the footsteps of his famous father.

They started out as rivals but became inseperable over time, successfully breaking the stereotype that gryffindors and slytherins couldnt be friends.

Nowadays the only things they’d get competitive about was quidditch and girls.

Even though hyunjin and you were in the same house and year, you didnt have that much to do with each other.

Due to him being more popular and, well, more talented in everything he did; but also because your friendgroups rarely overlapped.

There was this one time in the 5th year where you two were close to becoming friends.

He had asked you for help with his little cousin who had started dating someone you used to be friends with, around that time you noticed that you liked him for the first time.

In the end, his cousin broke up with said boy and you somehow lost sight of each other again.

And so the crush on him kind of faded into the background, it wasnt something you were always thinking about, but you knew it was there when you spoke to him or when he was too close.

But the stories that you heard from other girls kept you from imagining more with him.

"I dont even know what the last plant was that he showed us in class, i always feel like sleeping" he said laughingly, before opening his book and opening his pot of ink as well.

You chuckled softly in response.

You watched him for a few seconds, reading his book, scratching the back of his head and furrowing his brows while his lips pushed fowards in a pout so cute, you would be insane if you didnt want to kiss it away.

After what felt like an eternity, you looked at the clock to see it was already past 11.

Since it was a friday and you didnt have class the next day, you didn't jump into bed immediately.

"This is bullshit" hyunjin muttered and looked up "what the hell do i know about what this plant looks like, i dont even know how to pronounce the name" he groaned, slightly frustrated.

He pointed to the name written in his book and showed it to you “look”

"Oh, i think i've seen this name on a pot in professor longbottoms greenhouse" you recalled.

"Yea?" You nodded at him.

"Okay" he closed his books and stood up "lets go"

"Huh?" You looked up at him confusedly.

"Lets pay the greenhouse a little visit" he grinned.

"Have you gone mad? No way, do you know in how much trouble we could get into?" You asked rethorically.

"Chill, james lent me this" he held up a dark brown cloak.

"What is that?" You asked, just as unbelieving as before.

"His dads invisibility cloak" he answered quickly "come on, we'll stay there 10 minutes tops, i just want to see what that plant looks like"

"Okay, well have fun doing that, alone" you retorted.

"Noo, y/n i need you to show me to the plant, you know where it is" he pouted.

"Please" he was definetly using his charms, which is why you felt so stupid when you sighed an ‘okay’ after he begged a few more times.

You closed your books and got up as well, hyunjin quickly draping the cloak over the both of you.

"You go in the front, you're smaller" he commented.

"Allright" you muttered and moved in front of him.

"We have to be quiet when we go outside, or the fat lady is gonna snitch on us" you felt his breath over your ear.

"okay" you said shortly, getting nervous over the fact that he was this close behind you.

Once out of the commonroom you walked up the stairs managing to do so without tripping over each other and blowing your cover.

Once you arrived on the ground floor, you headed for the back door, which brought you to the garden and the greenhouses.

The moment you reached out your hand for the door handle, it got pushed open slowly.

Hyunjin pulled you back instantly and pressed himself with his back against the stone wall as he gripped your waist with one hand and held the other over your mouth because somehow he sensed how close you were to yelp out.

What he didn't know was how he made the situation worse for you because your back was pressed against his firmly built chest and your lower back against a certain bulge.

"shh" he breathed against your ear, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

Mr filch groaned as he stumbled inside and fumbled at the doors lock, the door itself still wide open.

You felt hyunjin push against your waist slightly from behind to get you moving, so you complied.

Quickly rushing outside, you got startled at the loud bang of the heavy door falling close behind you two.

He removed his surprisingly soft hands away from your face, his body however didn't move an inch.

You slightly turned around to him in disbelief.

"now what?" you started freaking out, because how were you going to get back inside?

"what?" he asked back.

"how in the hell are we going to get inside again smartass? He locked the door" you gestured with your hand.

"alohomora?" he answered cockily, at which you flicked his forehead.

"you've been here for 7 years and don't know that that doesn't work on the main doors?" you asked infuriated.

"okay, chill. I know some other ways" he said calmly, still rubbing his forehead.

"what do you mean chill?? What other way-" he cut you off.

"just trust me alright?" you couldn't see him well but his eyes still sparkled in the dark.

So you just sighed.

"come on" he carefully pushed you forwards by your waist; you were pretty sure he would remove them after a few seconds but they stayed there until you entered the greenhouse.

He quickly discarded the cloak and threw it onto the big wooden table in the middle of the spacious house, next to a big book on 'advanced herbology'.

"lumos" you said, making the tip of your wand light up; hyunjin mimicing the same thing.

"now, where did you see this plant?" he asked you.

"uh, I think it was over there in the corner" you pointed to the other side of the house.

"okay" he mumbled and made his way over there.

You looked around yourself and looked at some of the plants, when you heard a thump of some sort.

You whipped your head around to look for hyunjin, you spotted him rubbing his forehead.

"nothing happened" he raised his hands playfully.

You sighed in relief "hurry up, and try not to kill yourself"

"why?" you could hear his grin "cause you'd miss me?" he snickered.

"no, because I’d wanna do that myself if we get caught" you retorted, at which he chuckled.

"ah, got it" he said, holding his wand closer to the plant in the far right corner of the house to get a good look at it.

Turning around, a shimmering dark green flower caught your eye, it shined as if it was reflecting the light from your wand.

You took a few steps towards the window sill, the mysterious flower was standing on, in an equally green pot, on which in a deeper green the words 'galvanising green' were engraved on.

It was sparkling, yet there was a glass dome over the flower; which was weird because no other plant had anything of that sort placed over them.

You thought it was so pretty: the way it sparkled, some sparkles leaning more into a teal color, others more in a deep grass green.The stigma, which was protruding out of the petals was pulsating in a dark ocean green, it was as if it hypnotized you. inviting you to free it and take a closer look.

Slowly you lifted up the dome.

"okay lets go" you heard hyunjin speak somewhere in the distance, but it was uninteresting because the flower was drawing you in and nothing else mattered.

"y/n what are you doing" he seemingly came closer, making his way through all the pots and plants standing around.

After placing the small dome on the window sill, next to said flower; you got closer to it with your face.

"y/n!" hyunjin sounded stern "you don't know what that is, stop it"

Still, you took a whiff of the sprakling plant and it felt like a punch against your chest as it flooded through your lungs, throwing you back instantly.

You gasped for breath as you stumbled backwards, right into hyunjins embrace as he leaped fowards to catch you from falling.

"shit" he slowly sat you down on the ground and got in front of you "fuck y/n" he patted your cheek lightly when you coughed.

He looked up at the plant and quickly got up, placing the small glass dome over it again, holding his cloak covered hand over his nose and mouth.

"galvanising green?" he muttered, reading the inscription on the pot before looking back at you sitting on the ground and holding your chest.

Crouching down to you, he held a hand onto your forehead "are you okay?"

You cleared your throat a few times "uh-mh- yea I think so"

He nodded, carefully holding up his wand to look at your face a little better; your cheeks were a little rosy but other than that you looked normal.

"normally we should go to professor longbottom if something like this happens, but he would kill us right now" he chuckled worrily before his gaze fell onto the big book on the table in the middle of the house.

"I'll just check out the plant to be sure okay?" he said, you nodded, smiling embarrassedly.

He got up and quickly got his hands on the thick 'advanced herbology' book, opening the heavy sides and turning the pages.

"I don't even know why I did that" you spoke softly.

"its okay" he said genuinely.

"no, I'm serious, it was as if it controlled me or something" you kept going.

"hmm" he hummed, clearly to busy looking for said plant in the huge book and not listening.

"phhuuuh" you breathed out after a minute of silence and started fanning yourself.

"is it getting hot in here?" you inquired.

"green...green" you heard hyunjin mutter "there it is!" he said.

Tracing his finger under the lines he was reading, his eyes widened.

"fuck" he mumbled to himself and looked over to you, you were plucking at your shirt to get more air onto your body.

"hyunjin" you gasped "im so hot" your breathing getting shallower.

"okay, uhm okay fuck" he repeated himself and reread the little part of the page again and again.

The Galvanising Green plant is a type of flower, first analyzed in 1987, this plant is very rare in Europe.

Its effect on humans is easy to depict. For women it is a strong aphrodisiac where as for men just a small amount of the pollen can lead to severe headaches and diarrhea.

Part of him was glad that he didn't have to go through headaches and diarrhea, but a different part of him would've preferred it; because now he had to handle an extremely horny version of you?

As if the normal you wasn't enough to make him feel some type of way.

He read a little further than that before coming to your help again.

"jinnie" you mewled as you started to take off your slytherin coat.

"stop" he held it up your shoulder "listen" he placed one hand on your cheek as he brought his wand up to your face.

Your pupils were blown and your cheeks were now completely flushed.That, and your continuous ragged heavy breathing told him that you definitely inhaled more than enough pollen to trigger this response from your body.

"what?" you breathed.

"it's a really strong aphrodisiac, that's why you're feeling like this" he tired to stay calm.

"huh?" your eyes widened "oh shit" you let your head fall back.

"how do I make it go away?" you asked breathlessly, grabbing onto his bicep.

"the book says you have to work it out of your system otherwise your body will go into a shock state because of all the pollen and hormones it produces" he tried explaining to you.

"huh?" you sounded again.

"come here, get up. We'll go inside first" you complied.

"what do you mean 'work it out of my system'??" you asked him as you left the greenhouse on shaky legs, hyunjin wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

"well" he blushed as he looked down at the invisibility cloak, he had grabbed in the last second, draped over his arm "are you seeing someone at the moment?"

"uh-n-no?" one of your feet gave out for a millisecond but hyunjin caught you before halting you in your steps.

"was that a question or an answer?" he locked eyes with you as he draped the cloak over the both of you.

"a-mh- answer" you stuttered.

"okay uhm" he kept his eyes trained on the secret path back into the castle, james had told him about.

"I'll bring you to your chambers and you'll have to do it alone then" he mumbled.

"alone? What? Do what?" you breathed heavily, suddenly you felt a rush of warmth in your nether regions at which you whimpered.

"you have to..." he cleared his throat "well... work it out of your system" his eyes widened and his head snapped towards you when you moaned.

"y/n? you okay?" you had buried your face in his shoulder.

"shit" he mumbled "here we go" he pointed to a wooden door "just a minute and we'll be inside okay?"

"hmm" you whined.

You walked through said door into a tunnel you'd never seen before; normally you would've scolded him as to why he knew these kind of things but you had other problems right now.

Not a minute later hyunjin tapped onto the wall, which indicated the end of the tunnel, with his wand in a weird pattern.

But somehow it worked and another door appeared, leading the two of you into a small broom closet.

"you have to be quiet now" he whispered, you nodded your head as good as you could and bit your lower lip.

Leaving the broom closet, you stepped into the hallway of the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

"hyunjin, you cant just leave me alone" you whispered desperately when the same tingling warmth returned.

The pollen of the plant overtaking your brain so much that you didnt even care as to how that weird door brought you into a broomcloset that connected to hogwarts again.

"shh" he shushed you before speaking as well "y/n I don't know how else to help you"

That was a lie, of course he knew what he could do.

But that would be unethical; he didn't want to take advantage of you like that.

"you have to help me" you clawed at his coat "please" you whimpered and it went straight into his pants, which he felt guilty about.

Suddenly a door appeared a few meters in front of you, just a second after he'd spotted it, he heard footsteps from behind.

"shit shit, fucking shit" he ushered you to walk faster before quickly opening the door and rushing inside.

When he looked at the door from the inside, it disappeared; leaving only the brick wall.You had already ripped the invisibility cloak off the both of you.

Looking around this mysterious room, he spotted a luxurious king sized bed with nightstands on each side and dimmed lights; that's when he knew where you two were.

"no fucking way" he mumbled, having never before seen the room of requirement.

"hyunjin" his thoughts got interrupted by you dragging him at his coat and stopping right with your back to the bed.

"please help me" you looked up at him with big teary eyes, he could hear your heartbeat, that's how affected you were by the plant.

You discarded your coat, before pushing his down his shoulders as well.

"y/n no" he said, but his coat already laid on the ground.

He caught your wrists when you reached for his belt "y/n you cant think straight, you don't really want this"

"yes I do" you stomped your foot on the ground "I really do" you said quieter as you came closer.

"please jinnie" you freed your wrists from his grip and peeled off your plain black tshirt you always wore under the coat “this is your fault to begin with!”

His eyes stuck to your lacy black bra as you undid the button of your jeans and pushed them down your legs.

He felt his cock stir in his pants when your matching cotton panties were revealed and you stepped out of your jeans, kicking them to the side.

You took advantage of his slow reflexes and looped your arms around his neck "please" you whispered before attaching your lips to the skin under his jaw.

He swallowed hard "fuck y/n" his hands grabbed your waist, making you push yourself against him more flush.

"okay okay" he sighed in defeat, you looked up at him "I'll help you, but we're not going to have sex!"

"hyunj-" you started again.

"y/n I'm serious I don't want to take advantage of you" you swallowed and nodded, eyes big.

"okay" he ducked down a little and plucked you up from the ground by the backs of your thighs.

You squealed in excitement.

"Kiss me" you pleaded after he laid you on your back and slotted himself in between your legs.

His lips were slightly parted as he looked down at you, eyes scanning over your features.

"Okay" he whispered before pressing his lips to your.You instantly moaned into his mouth when his togue pressed against yours.

The next thing you did would've never happened if that plant hadn’t make you hornier than 10000 bunnies.

You took one of his hands and brought it down to cup over your core, mumbling a whiny 'please'.

Hyunjin hissed through his teeth when he felt how soaked your panties were.

He palmed your throbbing cunt roughly, shooting a spark of pleasure up your spine aa he encouraged you to rutt your hips against his hand.

"Oh my- hyunjin" you yelped out after he had discarded your panties and slipped a finger into you.

“okay?” he asked when feeling how tight you were, at which you nodded agressively.It was almost embarrassing how excessively aroused you were ; hyunjin however didnt have alot on his mind in that moment.

All he could focus on was how pretty your flushed cheeks were and how lost you were in the pleasure he was providing you.

His thumb found your aching clit and drew circles over it while pumping his middle finger into you.

"thats it baby, you like that?" He asked a little hesistantly, not sure how you felt about dirty talk, but seeing your chest arch up and hearing your whimpers only spurred him on.

"Hmmmh" you whined "fuck-oh" he looked down at you in awe when your pretty lips shaped into an o form.

"Fuck i'd love to taste you right now, so desperate hm?" He hummed into your ear, it sending straight into your core.

Your back arched off the bed and you clawed at his soft black shirt when his lips found your neck.

"Yes-yes fuck hyunjin-" you cried out when he started sucking at a particular sensitive spot, coming apart shortly after with yelps of his name, clenching around his finger furiously.

"Better?" He asked after a minute, looking down at you, you chest was heaving and a light sheen of sweat covered your body.

"A little" you said quietly.

"Need more?" He asked like the gentleman he was, gently letting his finger slide out of you.

You nodded poutingly as you ran your nails through his hair at the back of his head.

"What you said about tasting me..." you looked up at him shyly "w-would you?"

His eyes widened, would he?

He wanted to, really badly.

So, he heard himself stutter a "yeah" as you unclasped your bra.

The low moan that slipped past your lips when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth made his cock stir in his boxers.

"you're so sexy" he mumbled against your stomach before suckling at the skin just over your belly button.

"take off your shirt" you pleaded, to which he grinningly complied

You moaned when you felt a new heatwave wash over you at the shight fo his toned torso; gasping when the blonde haired boy reinserted his finger into you.

"arh yes fuck" you groaned, grasping his hair when he started leaving wet kisses on the junction of your legs.

Feeling your arousal being at a height as if you didn't just get off again, you whimpered, realising he was teasing you as he switched between thighs.

"please don't tease jinnie" you pouted, he grinned at the nickname, he loved it but would never admit it.

"mmh- what do you want me to do?" he grinned up at you, his fingers moving too slow inside of you for your liking.

"use your mouth" you begged "please" he almost felt guilty for how much he liked hearing you beg for him.

"how could I say no to that pretty pout" he teasingly nipped at your thigh making you squeal.

-end of flashback-

Just as you speak the password to the fat lady and the door opens, you hear running behind you and a voice "hey! l/n"

Of course you recognize the voice, so you sigh and turn around "hwang" you say, plastering a fake smile on your face.

"you've been avoiding me" he grins as he catches up and steps into the slytherin dungeons at the same time.

"hmm have i?" you mumble, not looking at him directly.

"yea, even though you so clearly couldn't get enough of me two nights ago" he bites his lip and raises his brows cockily when you stop and look up at him.

"listen, I was drugged by a fucking plant okay?" you argue "and you even promised me to never bring it up again, so what the fuck do you want?" you ask.

"never bring it up with anyone else babe, I thought we could talk about how much fun we had together?" he reaches for your waist, at which you slap his hand.

"would you not?" you whisper "there are people here" he just chuckles at the way you blushed slightly.

"okay, I'll make it easy for you hwang, what do you want?" you stem you free hand on your hip sassily.

He breathes in as his eyes wander over your face before his lips curl into a smile and he reaches for you hand "come with me?"

You huff but don’t fight his hand enclosing yours "where?"

"somewhere we can talk in private" he states calmly.

So you follow him out once more, you should've known where this was going but only really realise it when he pulls you in a broom closet.

Books still pressed against your chest with one arm, you hiss "what the fuck? I thought you wanted to talk"

"chill miss goody shoes" he giggles before his eyes fall onto your books "gimme those" he mumbles, taking them from you and plopping them on the ground behind him.

"hyunjin!" you exclaim, mad that your books were getting dust all over them.

He just snickers before coming closer.

You involuntarily press your back against the wall because he’s closing in on your personal space.

"what do you want?" you ask him for the nth time, a little quieter this time.His hands find your hips as he wedges a strong thigh in between your legs.

"I missed you" he says quietly, the lighting in there is bad but you can see that his eyes are fixed on your lips.

"huh?" your breath was shaky.

He grins before leaning in slowly, giving you the opportunity to stop him, and when you don't, he presses his lips against yours.

You kiss him back without thinking, your hands finding their home in his long hair when he gently rolls his tongue against yours.

The grunt that comes from him shoots straight into your pants, you feel how he presses his body into yours; the thigh between your legs getting pressed into your sensitive core.

Moaning against his lips at the new friction; he pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth before moving down your jaw with his lips.

You let out a shaky breath when he reached that one spot on your neck, directly under your jaw.He smiles against your skin before sucking on the soft spot at which another moan leaves your lips.Growing desperate, you start rocking your core against his thigh more obviously.

Hyunjin releases the soft skin from in between his lips, grabbing your jaw with one hand as he looks down at you ministrations.

"need something, pretty girl?" he grins, the nickname has you keening; the friction provided by his thigh being nice but nowhere near enough to get you off.

"please" you just mumble before he kisses your lips again.

Together, you undo the buttons of your cloak before he unzips your jeans and slips his hand into your panties.

-

"w-wait, hold up girl, you're telling me you haven't had sex yet?" victoires gaze bores holes into the side of your face as she sits down across from you on your bed.

There was no way you couldn't have told her about this whole situation you had gotten yourself in.

"no!" you snap your head towards your best friend "we just did a lot of other stuff" you cross your legs to sit more comfortably.

"but I don't plan on sleeping with him anyway" you shrug your shoulders.

"why?" your best friend grins "I thought you were sick of being a nerd and a virgin"

"bitch" you tsked and smacked her calve that was closest to you "you're a nerd as well"

"yea" she snickers "but im not a virgin because I don't feel the need to only do it with someone I'm in love with"

"hmpf" you let yourself fall back onto your back "whats so bad about that though?" you ask more quietly.

"nothing" she lays down next to you "I'm just kidding...but does he know?" you shake your head.

"no, I feel like he'd just call me a prude or miss goody shoes if I told him" you mumble.

"well then he's definitely not the right one to do it with" victoire comments, you just nod.

-

The next morning you’re sitting in the big hall, chatting with victoire as usual, as breakfast was being served.

Suddenly you felt a woosh of air on your right as someone sat down in a hurry.

"hey l/n" you glace to your right to see hyunjin "hey weasley" he nods at victoire opposite from you and him.

When you look over at you best friend you see that james had sat himself next to her, grinning just as big as the blonde boy next to you.

"uh hi?" victoire speaks for the both of you.

"listen up, we graduate in a few weeks and graduation ball is soon as well..." hyunjin starts, still grinning from ear to ear.

You frown, victoire mimicing your expression, both of your gazed flickering between the two boys.

"..so??" she gestures with her toast in hand.

"so...how bout it?" james continues "let’s go to the ball together" he turns to victore before gesturing to you and hyunjin "and those two"

You giggle when seeing victoires face scrunch up in disgust before she flicks james forehead.

"eww potter, I'm not going to the ball with you, that'd almost be like incest. Plus I'm trying to get laid afterwards" you laugh at james shocked expression to your best friends words.

"what do you mean incest babe? Just because we've known each other for so long doesn't mean..." he keeps on rambling to your best friend as she stands up and turns to you.

"excuse me" she exhales annoedly, you chuckle and nod before she walks away, james at her heels, still talking.

"so what about us?" you flinch a little, almost having forgot about hyunjin next to you.

"uhh, I don't know" you say, looking down at your plate.

"why not?" he nides your arm with his elbow "we like each other" he scooches closer "we have fun together" lifting his hand and softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he speaks.

You move away from him "yea about that, I think we should stop" you quickly say before getting up to make your way out of the hall as well.

"hey" he catches up with you quickly "why? did I do something wrong?" you roll your eyes as you keep walking.

"I didn't tell anyone about us! I swear! A- and I think y-you know, you're hot, I'm hot; I think we'd look really good toge-"

"can’t you accept a no?" you suddenly stop in your tracks, frowning annoyedly as you tell him off.

"woah- hey I just wanna know why you hate me all over sudden" he looks hurt.

"I don't hate you hyunjin" you sighed "but I also don't like you; you play with girls like they're dolls and when you had your fun you throw them away and I don't want to be thrown away, no matter by who" you breathe in.

"okay okay" he holds up his hands in defense "first of all, everything I had with 'all of these girls' you are talking about" he quotes you, gesturing air quotation marks "was two- sided! They knew what they were getting into, I never lead a single one of them on"

"mhm I'm sure that's why they like you so much now" you speak sarcastically while crossing your arms infront of your chest.

"you're making it seem like I slept with the whole school y/n!... I didn't! just to be clear..." you roll your eyes again.

"Its not my fault when-"

"when what?" you feel yourself get angry "when they fall in love with you?? because you're sooo irresistible??"

"is it so hard for you to believe that I'm not that interested in you? Is your ego that big?" you caught yourself before you got too loud, staring into each others eyes for a few seconds.

When he doesn't react to your statement you turn on your heels, ready to walk away again.

"I kinda hoped you were actually" you stop, turning around to him again when he continues "because I actually like you"

"so that's what you call not leading someone on, yea?" you ask rhetorically.

"I'm not leading you on y/n I'm serious" he walks up to you again.

"you're only interested in me because you haven't actually fucked me yet, hyunjin" you deadpan and walk away for good this time.

-

"girl" victoire exclaims as she walks into your chambers, you look up from the homework you’re doing on your bed a few days later.

“how do you always get in here?” you ask, reffering to the fat lady being very strict with non-house members in the chambers.

“the fat lady loves me!” she shrugs her shoulders, plopping down on your bed.

"alright, what is it?" you look back down to finish writing your sentence.

"I just saw hwang in the hallway, he looked beat" she huffs "and with beat I mean way way  worse than the last few days" she eyes you scribbling something onto your paper.

"hm" you respond.

"what did you do to him?" she asks.

"what do you mean? I protected myself from being just another girl on his list" you continue writing.

"are you sure?" victoire persists "I mean whenever you sat next to each other in class, even after the plant incident...he seemed genuinely happy with you next to him"

"well, sucks for him I guess" you mumble, not looking up, instead turning some pages in your book.

You did feel sorry in hindsight, you shouldn't have talked to him like that. He had always shown you respect and you didn't reciprocate it.

It is just really hard to believe that he'd actually be interested in you, since he was well...kinda perfect at everything and you were just very mediocre at everything.

He is so good looking, and even though he calls you hot and pretty you yourself don't really believe it.

Like,... what do you have that he can’t find in a prettier girl?- "y/n?" victoire speaks up.

"huh??" your head snaps up at her.

"I said... are you sure that you didn't just push him away because you're scared of the fact that you may like him back?" 

-

(a/n: i was inspired by this jungkook fic i read on here like a year ago but i couldn’t find it for the life of me, all i remember is that it was called ‘golden hour’ so if anyone knows what im talking about please tell me so that i can give proper credit! thank u!...also i know the fat lady originally guards the gryffindor common room but i couldnt think of anything else loolll...)

#ik halloween is over but fall is the most hogwarts season there is for me loll anyways.. #i left it open for a part 2 if yall are interested #wont be mad if not tho kk #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #skz hogwarts!au #stray kids hogwarts!au #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #slytherin!hyunjin #slytherinhyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard hours #skz hard hours #galvanising green

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Aesthetic prompt- song: "in hell i'll be in good company" by the dead south; vibe: steam off a warm drink, heavy rain on windows; color: cool gray, bronze, red :)

Took me long enough! This fic is months in the making, but I am so excited to finally be able to answer this prompt. This is chapter 1 of probably 3!

A Phoenix Razed

Chapter 1- Rebirth

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3 days since Great Yarmouth

Tim’s hands encircled the paper cup in his lap. The cup was small, he noted; he could clasp his fingers together easily. Or maybe his hands were just big. The tea was dark, way over-steeped, and the herbal scent bloomed out in waves alongside the rising steam. There was no sugar, no milk, none of the usual accoutrement Tim used to take tea. Just harsh, bitter, black.

It’s what you deserve.

Tim rolled his eyes at his internal monologue, drama queen, and sipped the beverage. Agh, still hot? He sucked in air through his teeth, startling Martin, who he’d forgotten was beside him.

“Tim?” He snapped his eyes up from where they had been resting on the book, lips moving to form words Tim hadn’t been listening to. “You alright?”

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah, burnt my tongue.” Tim’s words sounded like a shrug, slumped and uninterested, now out of his reverie.

Silence stretched between him and Martin. Or, Tim wished it was silence. The only sound was the low static of the EEG, a rainbow of wires between the machine and Jonathan Sims’ scalp, shaved to accommodate the electrodes. What Tim wouldn’t give for any level of sound other than what they experienced right now. Any less, and there would be an answer to the question, “Will Jon ever wake up?”, and more would mean his heart was working, or lungs, or any other number of body parts to which machines were attached, waiting for any sign of response.

It’s your fault he’s like this.

It should have been you.

Tim exhaled and sipped the tea again, more careful this time. It was still hot—he was pretty sure the burn on his tongue made it feel even hotter—but he tempered his expectations and swallowed a sip of the bitter liquid, letting the raw flavor coat his throat.

“-there’s not much point to this, huh?” Martin asked, slipping a tattered bookmark between the pages of the book he had been reading—he was hoping to annoy Jon with poetry into waking up with Tennyson’s Ulysses—and letting it slip from his lap to the bed, green cover stark against the yellowish-white of the thin blanket.

“I don’t know, Marto, doctors said he might be able to hear us. Maybe dear Alfie will bore Jon back to life,” but Tim’s words lacked the bite and humor that was meant to be there.

“Don’t-” Martin warned softly, shaking his head and pushing his reading glasses through his fringe of curls. “He’s not…he’s still alive. He’s just lost.”

“You’re right,” Tim nodded, placing a hand on Martin’s shoulder lightly before pulling it away as he felt the round of Martin’s shoulder twinge under his touch. “You know what I mean.” He rubbed at the bandages that wound around his abdomen, letting himself indulge in the ache of raw skin and muscle and fat, the hiss of pain atonement for his sins.

Martin sighed, a slow, burdensome sound. “Yeah, I do.” At his words, Martin’s phone rang, and he looked at the caller ID before shoving the phone deep in his pocket, ignoring the call as he did so. “Listen, Tim, you know I’d stay longer if I could-”

“No, I get it, Martin.” Tim stood as Martin did, grabbing the IV bag by his chair for support. “Duty calls. I must away, my love.”

Martin scoffed, the pale sound muffled and diminished by the emptiness of the room. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to go on without me.” His voice dropped the light in it as he placed a hand on Tim’s. His hands were freezing, Jesus. “Seriously, Tim, if you need me…”

“I’ll call.” Tim waggled the phone in the pockets of the linen pants the hospital had provided. “Promise.”

--

“I hear the Great Grimaldi’s in town.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I know.”

He wished the moments after were fuzzy. He wished he could chalk his memories up to delirium or carbon monoxide poisoning. There was the detonator, small and squat in his hands. There was Grimaldi, or Nikola, or whatever that thing was. And there was Jon, kneeling, eyes piercing him in a way he had never experienced before. A moment of true lucidity amongst the madness of the Unknowing.

Tim had pressed the button, resigning this to be his final image, his final memory. The things in the world he hated most, all splayed out in front of him, with the promise of all the things he loved waiting for him. A win-win, really. Go out with a bang, leave a mark on the Stranger, cause some errant destruction, and finally see Danny again. The Stranger would never forget the Stoker brothers, that would have been for sure.

But the combustion and the flames had swept over him like a hot wind. He felt the flames lick the sides of his face, felt smoke choke his lungs, felt impossibly hot ash and air swirl around him in a tango. The building had crumbled around him and Tim had been unable to move, forced to witness every last nanosecond of the chaos he had caused.

And he reveled in it. He had won; he had beaten the Stranger. To know he had avenged the deaths of Danny and Sasha was prize enough.

None of it made any sense. He shouldn’t have survived.

How had he survived?

-

5 Days After Great Yarmouth

“Tim.”

Basira was in Tim’s room, wheelchair parked in the corner and sitting in a visitor’s chair. Her body was tense and still, reminiscent of a panther in some documentary he had watched with Jon. Ready to strike? Or run?

“Basira.” Tim’s voice was careful. “Martin said you weren’t up for visitors today. Glad to see you’re okay.”

“Save it.” Basira’s hands were fisted in her robe, the white and yellow one matching Tim’s, declaring them both as patients under observation. Tim frowned, pulling his IV behind him to sit on his bed, wincing as he bent and adjusted himself. “Daisy’s gone, Jon is…whatever he is. I survived because I was smart.”

Her voice was low and sharp, accusing him of…something. Tim felt blood boiling under his skin, as he waffled somewhere between furious and confused. “Excuse me?” He said pointedly, voice measured, squeezing tight the paper cup of tea in his hand.

“Tim, how are you not dead?” Basira gestured with her hand. “Your burns were all superficial. You broke your arm in the collapse, but you managed to survive the fire.” She shook her head and smoothed the fabric that lay there with her hand. “You and I both know you shouldn’t be alive right now.”

Tim took a steadying breath, though it did little to conceal his frustration. “So what, you think I’m fucking magical or something?” He could feel the heat and pitch rise in his voice. “You think I’m like...like those freaks we read about in the statements? Like-like Jon or Elias or like fucking Nikola?”

Basira opened her mouth to speak but Tim cut her off. “You know why I was there, Basira. For Danny. For Sasha. You bloody well know none of this was supposed to happen.” He gestured in the general direction of where Jon lay, dead to the world. “The audacity to assume I-”

“Tim!” Basira cut in, interrupting his increasingly desperate tone. “Look!” She pointed down. Following her gaze, Tim saw the paper cup he was holding. The cup of tea was steaming. No, it was boiling. He could hear the roil of the water, see the bubbles blossoming on the surface. On instinct, he yelped, tossing the cup of bitter black tea across the room, hitting the sink on the far side of the wall squarely. He winced as the liquid splashed across the mirror, the cup rolling to a stop in the basin.

“What the fuck?” He wiped his hands on his robe. “How the hell did that happen?”

“Did it burn you?” Basira asked, eyes passing over him studiously.

“Ah…” Tim turned his right hand over, checking for any splash marks or blisters on his palm. “No.”

“Are you sure?” Basira asked, raising her eyebrow. At Tim’s irritated roll of his eyes, she folded her fingers together.

“You know that’s not normal, right?” It wasn’t a question.

Tim nodded, voice stolen from him as he processed her words. “Are you trying to say I’m fireproof or something?”

Basira shrugged. “I dunno. Sounds weird enough to be right. I’d say ask Jon about it, but obviously…that’s not happening quite yet.”

“This is so fucked,” Tim mumbled, scrubbing a hand down his face in exhaustion. “I hate this job.”

--

Tim was walking in a black room. Kind of. It wasn’t black, really, nor a room—just the concept of space, devoid of color or light.

Tim was somewhere and it was dark.

He picked a direction and walked. The space he was in was hot, a dry stale heat pressing in on him from all sides. It was like that prickling heat from being too close to a campfire, where the heat should singe your leg hairs. It should have been painful. He should have been sweating. But he felt…good. Great, even. He felt alive and awake and ready.

He walked for what felt like hours in this dreamscape, not knowing where he was going. He had realized he was dreaming around the point where he noticed he was more floating than walking, being guided like a character in a low-res video game. There was something in the back of his mind nudging him forward, coaxing him along some predetermined route.

Suddenly, he stopped. There was something in front of him, maybe four meters away. He couldn’t see it, but he could sense it. This spot in space was the source of all the heat in this room, the warmth surrounding him that was more accosting than comforting. The feeling surrounding him was all-consuming and it made him feel…all sorts of things. Righteousness, anger, betrayal, pain. They were all the emotions he had been feeling at Great Yarmouth, built up upon each other, each idolized in their own way. They were the feelings he had chosen to worship when Jon had stopped being his friend and started being his enemy, when Sasha had been discovered to have never been, when he had looked Nikola in its eyeless face and pressed the detonator. It all felt good to feel.

All of a sudden Tim was struck with a sudden knowledge. If he accepted this heat, this painful destruction, he would never need to worry about being hurt again. He could protect himself, the loved ones he had left (if he still had any), and burn the hearts out of anyone who dared hurt him or his ilk. No one would ever leave him again except on his terms. He understood what the Lightless Flame meant, what it promised, what it could give him in return. He would be able to live on the destruction of those he deemed unworthy of the love of the pyre, those who had so much to lose. Like he had had, once. Like Danny had had. Like Sasha. They had had the world before them, and it was stripped away. The Stranger had the potential to take over the world and he had destroyed every last bit of success it had. And it felt good. He could chase that feeling again and again and again with a family that knew what it was like to love and lose and destroy.

All he had to do was take it in.

-

7 Days After Great Yarmouth

Tim woke up gasping for air. He could feel an icy hand on the back of his neck, colder than anything he knew, dragging him back into reality. He opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh light of his hospital room and yes, he was in his hospital room, not a great expanse of nothing nothing nothing, searching for answers. He reached a hand to the back of his head and felt a frozen rag, dripping icy water down the back of his neck, down his spine.

A nurse was at his bedside, a thin woman with dark blonde hair, checking his vitals with a delicate hand. “Welcome back, Mr. Stoker. You gave us a scare, there.”

“Wha-”

“Your monitor was beeping like mad last night. Said you had a fever of 42, but the machine was probably broken. Thermometer put you more at 40, but still, concerningly high. Gave you some fever reducers and a cool rag, kept an eye on you. Are you feeling any better?”

Tim rolled his neck, hearing his joints crack as he did so. “Uh-” He took stock of his faculties. He felt great, actually. No pain, no stiffness, just a tingling warmth spread throughout his body. Something about that felt...right. But he wasn’t sure why. “Yeah, fine.” He pulled the rag out from under his neck and noticed, for the first time, he was naked.

“Sorry,” she smiled apologetically at the flush that spread across his face and neck. “First rule of fevers: tight clothing comes off. It seemed to have done its job though. You were out for a whole day. According to our thermometers, your temperature’s gone back to normal, but we’d like to keep an eye on you a bit longer, especially with your injuries. They don't seem to be infected, so the fever might have been a latent trauma response to the explosion.” The woman shrugged, her smile light. “Our bodies do crazy things to keep us safe. Even when it hurts.”

“A-apparently so,” Tim nodded softly, squeezing his hands into fists, feeling the nails dig into his palms. At least this wasn’t a dream. He rested his head against the pillows propped behind him and sighed heavily.

The nurse left eventually, when there were no more monitors to check and Tim had promised eight ways to Sunday to press his call button if he needed anything. He settled back into his pillow, listening to the steady beep of his heart amplified on the monitor. The TV droned low in the background, newscasters revisiting today’s tragedies. Had they been on the news when it happened? Tim huffed and shook his head. Not if Elias had a say in it. Probably chalked it up to a gas main.

He grabbed the remote strapped to his bed, and flipped through the channels aimlessly, looking for something interesting…or at least to lull him back to sleep. Kids programming, soap operas, more news, interior design—wait. Tim flipped back to the news channel. Demolition of an old primary school. The reporter spoke to a heated young woman, round cheeks framed by wild curls, who spoke to the camera about the memories and traditions the school represented, how unfair it was to lose such an important monument to the history of her town.

“A shame, isn’t it?”

Tim started at the voice, whipping his head to the door, gripping the remote tight in his hand. The woman standing in the doorway of his room was short and wide, hair cropped close. She wore a grey tank top and black shorts, revealing tattoos of flames licking up the backs and sides of her calves. Something about her face was odd. A little too smooth? The grin on her face seemed wider than normal smiles were meant to be, drooping a little too low.

“Pardon?” Tim managed, grip on the call button tight, even if there was…something keeping him from pressing it.

“About the school.” She pointed to the television as she crossed the threshold, crossing her legs as she sat in the cushy visitor’s chair next to his bed. “So many childhood memories, so many job opportunities, so many opportunities for self-improvement-” She spat the word with malice. “Truly some of my favorite forms of destruction.”

Tim stared at her dumbly. “Do…am I supposed to know who you are?” Her returned chuckle burned him from the inside.

“Oh,” she crooned, more to herself than to Tim. “For keepers of the Eye, you are all so stupid. I am Jude Perry and I serve the Lightless Flame. And, if I’m right, you do too.”

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