#but they view him as cringe (derogatory)

[peanutseagle]

me and my friends on a daily basis

#i be watching him cracking the most silly dad joke ever and im SWOONING. meanwhile my friends are questioning my sanity #ive lost it months ago 😔 #anyway he's cringe (affectionate) #but they view him as cringe (derogatory) #hamocrap #sketch #shit art #crush saga

[chelseypprimrose]

Home Movie / Negan x Reader / S7 / 18+

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, unprotected/rough sex, slight dom!negan, talk of masturbation, Negan references himself as “the big bad wolf” (cringe but I love it), creampie, forbidden attraction, talk of voyerism, use of derogatory language, glove/leather kink (slightly)

Summary: Negan finds a smut tape of you on the video camera at Alexandria and makes it his mission to seek you out.

A/N: I got this idea in my head while I was watching the episode of season 7 where the saviours first visit Alexandria with Negan and he finds Rick’s confessional video as he’s emptying the houses out. also inspired by another Negan series called Polaroids by @reevesdriver on here as it’s one of my faves ever! 🫶🏼 I just had to write a Negan imagine in the TWD universe again bc as much as I like pre apocalypse Negan, I needed to write apocalypse Negan because there isn’t anything sexier to me than a murderous man swinging a barbed wire bat and talking about his dick, hope u enjoy 🤍 x

“Goddamn it.” You huffed out, a long breath leaving your lips as you shoved the deer that was on your shoulders further up to prevent yourself from dropping it on the ground. You’d been gone since the crack of dawn, with Daryl gone at this point in time, you were one of the best hunters that Alexandria still had. While you felt some type of way about putting in so much effort for someone else to just take the shit you’d risked your life for, you knew Rick needed people on his side at the moment. It would be foolish to try and be defiant right now, too much blood had been spilt recently and you didn’t want to be the reason it continued. Yeah, you’d played your part in the attack on the outpost but you’d all been in acceptance that it was just that outpost. That once that was cleared, you were rid of the foreboding threat that was the Saviours. How wrong you’d been in that moment, it was only the beginning.

You were now dealing with the aftermath of Negan, having to risk life and limb, bend over backwards to make him happy, the asshole. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d had to hold your tongue to stop yourself from verbally berating his people, knowing what the consequences of giving them a piece of your mind would be. You hadn’t been there when he had killed Abe and Glenn, only hearing the horrid, sordid details after the fact.

The blood from the deer that you’d managed to kill was seeping into your white tee, making your shoulders feel sticky and matting up in the tips of your hair. You signalled a high pitched whistle, waiting for the large dark beige gate to be opened, allowing you enter back into Alexandria. Your eyes found the large sign, “Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.” You scoffed, how fucking ironic. The gate began to be moved, revealing three large vans parked up just a couple feet away from the entrance, the Saviour vans. “For fuck sake.” You thought, what could that bastard want with you now, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.

“Negan, you’ll want to see this.” Negan turned to look at the saviour approaching him, holding out a small silver video recorder. “Well, what do we have here Grimes? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky!” He grinned, crossing his fingers in front of Rick’s face. He slid his hand into the leather handle of the camera, a video of Rick coming into view, looking a lot more threatening than he did now. He could barely make out it was Rick, with the massive beard grown on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. “Woah! Is that you? Underneath all that man bush? Holy shit, I would have not of messed with that guy… but you aren’t that guy anymore. Are you Rick?” He grinned, Rick stood with a stern look on his face, not moving. Negan continued to watch the interview, Rick speaking candidly about the amount of people that he’d killed. The video started to go static, indicating there was a tape that had been recorded on top of the original. Negan’s eyebrows furred in confusion, before his eyes widened at what the camera had blessed his eyes with. He watched as you were stood in-front of the camera, a light pink lace open cut babydoll set on, your breast sat in the cups, nipples on show for the camera. You started posing for the camera, running your hands through your hair, holding it up Pam Anderson style. A large sexy smile on your lips, turning to do a 180 spin, your smooth backside coming into view for the camera, Negan pulling the camera closer to his face, almost not believing what he was seeing. He didn’t recognise you, maybe it had been someone that used to be in Alexandria, wasn’t a member anymore. He growled lowly, that would be just his luck, the sexiest woman he’d seen in recent history just missed by a couple weeks. He moved his attention back to the camera, now watching you spread out on the bed, playing with your nipples while starting to rub your folds underneath your panties before the camera cut out, showing Rick’s interview once again.

“Fuck! Just when it was getting good!” He cursed, snapping the cameras screen back into place. A fire now in his stomach, his jeans now contracting around his hard bulge. He couldn’t get you out his mind, he knew he’d remember if he’d come across you before, so who the hell were you?

You’d managed to get the deer half way back to your house before being stopped by one of Negan’s minions, asking what you were doing. You ignored him, just wanting to get back, the saviour hadn’t liked that, grabbing you by the waist, dragging you towards the circle of people that were gathered around one of the vans. You could hear Rick talking about some guns that he’d found, apparently Negan thought you were trying to stash items, to prevent having to hand them over to his people.

“Negan. Got a rude bitch here for you, was about to run home, sneak this thing back with her.” You slightly rolled your eyes. “How am I meant to sneak a deer back, smartass?” You questioned, not believing someone could be so stupid. The man’s face contorted into a rage fuelled look, his hand raising up to you, before he had the chance, Negan whistled. “Hey! We don’t raise a hand to a woman, you know the fucking rules.” He stepped forward, now coming into full view of you, his eyes glancing over your body, looking like a kid on Christmas. You were still here, he couldn’t believe his luck. Lucille sat on his shoulder, his one gloved hand wrapped tightly around the bottom of the wood. “Now I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Negan.” He smirked, holding his free hand out for a handshake, his large frame towering slightly over you. You were met with a slight musk, you recognised it as an old spice fragrance, masculine and powerful. You looked at it, questionable look on your face before your hand met his, engulfing you from the size of it. His rough skin a stark contrast from the softness of yours, the movement felt foreign, you shouldn’t feel this way, especially when it’s him.

You saw Rick tensing up as he watched on from the sideline, wondering what Negan was up to, showing such civilness to you. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.” You stated, his smirk getting wider. “Sir? Oh, you my dear, are like the gift that keeps on damn giving!” He exclaimed, bewilderment sitting on the faces of those around you and yourself. What the hell did he mean by that? “Load em up, we’re leaving.” He commanded, the saviours starting to retreat back to their vans, Negan not moving from where he was stood.

A few of the Alexandrian’s moved away as well, not wanting to be in his presence for a moment longer than they were required to. “Now doll, take that damn thing off your shoulders, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” You reluctantly agreed, placing the deer just behind you, before Negan nodded at two remaining men, them coming behind you to take your prized find. You scowled, fury raging inside your soul, you’d risked your life trying to get just one actual nice, fulfilling meal for everyone, just to have your hard work stolen off you. “I believe that’s mine.” You spat out, the fire showing from your eyes as you glared up at him. “What’s yours is now ours doll, or hasn’t Rick drilled that into you yet?” He asked, aware of the sexual innuendo of his words, his tongue rolling across his lower lip. You huffed, knowing if you talked back further, it wasn’t going to end well for you. You felt like you were tasting blood from how hard you bit down on your tongue, fists balled up.

Negan walked over slightly to the back of the last truck, the doors open, a load of stuff that you recognised from peoples homes in the compound. Picking something up, he walked back over to you, Lucille still sat on his shoulder. You saw the small video camera, not thinking much of it, not knowing there was a tape inside that you probably would have never wanted him to see. He placed it on your chest, it digging into your skin, sat just on top of your heaving breasts.

“You should be careful with such sensitive material, never know what kind of perverts going to come across it!” He joked, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you finally understood what he was talking about. You got a look of disgust rise on your face, you couldn’t believe he’d seen such an intimate piece of film. You went to grab the camera from him before he gripped tight on it, making it harder to move. “Now doll, it’s a good job I found this before any of my men did, you know that right? They would have taken this back with them and sat around in a circle jerk together, I however am returning this to you, soooo… How about a thank you, Negan?” He demanded playfully, leaning closer to your face, nose almost touching your cheek. You gulped shallowly, your hand moving over his that was holding the camera to your chest. “Thank you, Negan.” You managed to get out, the words tasting like poison to you.

He laughed, letting go of the camera, allowing you take it back with a yank. “You are more than welcome, baby. Also, in case you were wondering, you are most definitely my favourite Alexandrian now.” He winked, walking backwards before getting in the truck, holding his head out the window, giving a small wave to you as they drove out the front gates. You huffed, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you held in your throat.

It had now been a couple weeks since Negan’s last visit, he’d sent groups of his saviours in between but never actually visiting himself. You were thankful that this had been the case, you’d found yourself thinking about what could have been. You’d began to let your mind wonder to the scenario of meeting Negan in another situation, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was one of the most attractive men you’d ever come across, it was just a shame he was also the most evil men you’d ever come across.

Unbeknown to you, he’d found himself thinking about you too, that fucking video. He’d managed to score some old age dvd porno films from supply runs over the years but he couldn’t even watch them to get off anymore, only thinking of your little smut tape. It wasn’t even like you’d done anything massively explicit on the tape, it shutting off before it managed to get that far but he had concluded that was probably worse. It allowed his mind to run at all the different possibilities, what did you sound like when you moaned, what would you sound like whimpering out his name as he was filling you up? What did you look like when you reached climax? All these unanswered questions racing through his mind as he got out his sexual frustration on his wives, not caring which one it was as all he pictured below him was you. Moaning out your name instead of theirs, the women not caring that much as they were only there to be used by him, no affectionate feelings connecting them to him.

You were currently in the garage, clipboard in hand, biting on the end of your pencil in anxiousness as you went over inventory. You were expecting another visit today, making you want to double check over everything to make sure there wasn’t any discrepancies in the numbers. That was the last thing you needed, especially since you were now actively trying to get plans in place to take the fight back to the Saviours. You were just finishing up when a loud knock startled you, the garage door vibrating at the motion. You put the clipboard down on the side, bending down to pull the door up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my favourite Alexandrian. I’ve missed you, doll.” It was Negan, that signature grin on his face once again, eyes raking over your body. You felt sheepish under his wandering eyes, now knowing he’d practically seen you naked since he’d come across that video of yours. You sighed, hands resting on your hips. “What do you need, Negan?” You asked, him walking into the garage now, the door slamming back shut. The anxiety started to kick in as you were now alone with just him, as he looked over the shelves, picking up random items and studying them. “Nothing really, just wanted to see your pretty face. I just cannot stop thinking about you, doll! I wonder why that is, huh?” He laughed, you knowing what he was alluding to. He noticed how you crossed your hands over your chest, almost trying to shield yourself from him.

“Oh no no no! There’s no need for all that, I’ve seen those pretty babies already, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He sauntered over to you, towering over you again like last time, practically feeling the heat from his body on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off his, the way he looked at you making you get slick. He wasn’t one to hide his true emotion, his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you as he saw in the video, putting on a little private show for him. “I’ve gotta know, what made you film something like that? You must of known someone could come across it, why take the risk?” He questioned you, hand coming to rub over his bearded chin. “In this world, there’s not much opportunity to feel sexy. I just wanted something to look back at when I felt down about myself.” You squeaked out, feeling very intimate. Here you were telling the leader of a rival camp your biggest insecurities, possibly giving him ammunition to further torment you and your people.

“Oh doll, you could be covered in damn walker guts, and I’d still think you were the sexiest thing on this damn shithole planet.” He purred, grabbing you slightly by the chin, making you smile slightly. You shook your head, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “What are you doing Negan? We can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be thinking like this. You… you are the enemy.” Your hands resting on the lapels of his leather jacket, the slight coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. You leaned dangerously close to Negan’s lips, his beard scratching the surface of your skin. “Rick would fucking kill me, he’d fucking kill me, if he knew I think about you the way I do. Think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you.” You whispered, getting more confident in your tone, your eyes staring at his lips, then back up to his dark eyes, your lips partially open as you let out shallow breaths, anything you could to try and lower your heart rate that was pumping under your chest. The silence in the room was deafening, you started to get nervous again, like you were just waiting for him to recoil away from you and laugh at your confession, that this had all been a massive joke to humiliate you further. “Goddamn it doll, looks like great minds think alike because I’ve been doing the same damn thing since I saw that little treat on that fucking camera.” He chuckled, picking you up in one swift movement, placing you on top of the workplace bench.

“Did you think about me claiming your pussy, doll? Fucking you until you can barely remember your goddamn name? What would Ricky say if he saw you submitting yourself so easily to me, the big bad wolf?” The dark tenor of Negan’s voice caused you to whimper in half fear, half pleasure. You could tell his personality was darkening to the more intense side, the jolly joking and fucking about traits were completely absent. You didn’t feel terrified though, like you did when he committed some of the horrific atrocities in front of you, the feelings of excitement causing your hairs to stand on edge and your pussy getting wet with every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“I did, god I want you inside of me.” You confessed, as Negan’s hands ghosted over your cleavage that was exposed by your tank top, before he pulled it over your head, your breasts spilling out of your lace bra. He shoved his gloved hand into your mouth, commanding you to suck. You obliged, your hands holding his arm in place as you swirled your tongue around the two thick fingers, head bobbing up and down as you did. The leather of the glove rubbery on your tongue, causing you to moan onto his fingers.

He grinned at you, a deep grunt as he leaned over capturing your right nipple into his mouth, suckling it, swirling his tongue around and biting it with his teeth causing you to moan and pull his head against your chest as you kept sucking hard on his fingers. He did it again, giving you light bites and licks, alternating between your two erect nubs. Negan removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop, bring them down to give one final pinch to your nipples, the wetness of his one hand causing the cold air to make your nipple more sensitive.

“Get on your knees, I want to see your mouth full of my dick, doll.” Negan grinned with a wicked smile, his hands undoing his jeans, letting them fall to pool at his boots. You felt your mouth salivate, eager to take him as slid off the table onto your knees. You started to lick him, going from bottom to top slowly, teasing him like he did to you with his dirty sweet nothings in your ears, hearing his low groans. You sucked the precum from his tip and swirled your tongue under his head, and then looked up at him, making sure you held eye contact with him, opening your mouth and taking him in little by little, bobbing your head up and down. Your mouth was being stretched wide, you started to move a little faster, sucking him, licking him, taking him deeper and deeper until you felt him in your throat. He was big, causing you to gag a little as your eyes began to water, your throat starting to get a sore feeling within it as he fucked your throat at a quick pace. He gave a slight gasp and his hand took a firm hold of your head keeping you in place, as his hips bucked, making it his mission to get as far down your throat as possible.

“I need to fuck you now, doll. Get up here.” Negan pulled back to your feet, slamming you stomach down onto the table, almost ripping your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs, your moist panties now on show, one tug and the flimsy material broke in two halves, now fully exposing your slick entrance to Negan. He rubbed his dick up and down your slit eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of you, pushing his length inside and then pulling out and rubbing it down your slit again.

“Please... Negan! Please!” You whimpered out, pinching your nipples, trying to get some relief from his teasing. He smirked down at you, that dark gaze watching your every move. “Please what? I want to hear you saying you want daddy's dick. I want to hear you beg me. Come on little girl, say it.” he demanded as he rubbed his length along your wet slit. “Please daddy! I want you deep inside me, please fuck me!” He groaned and pushed himself hard inside your walls, with no hesitations. You screamed, even being sopping wet, you were too tight around his shaft. He leaned on top of you and started to kissing your neck, biting lightly. Negan felt you getting used to his girth, you started to move your hips against him, wanting friction. He started to thrust in slowly, checking for your reaction to his movements. “I'm fine, please, fuck me daddy!” You moaned out, Negan pulling almost all the way out of you and then thrusting in hard making you gasp.

“You're loving this doll, aren’t you? Yeah, you're loving having my dick inside of you. I’d love good old Rick to walk in right now, see you bent over for the big bad wolf.” he chuckled, turning you on even more. Thrusting again and again building up speed, going faster and harder, just like you had imagined he would in your dirty dreams, but so much better than your imagination. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and you are going to thank me for it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling your hair with one hand and holding your hips firmly with the other as he snapped his groin into you, making your ass ripple with the powerful movements. “I want to hear you doll, thank me.” You almost rolled your eyes at the narcissistic request but your brain was too blank to comprehend it. “Thank you, thank you Negan!”

You focused on the obscene sounds of your bodies echoing around you, amplified by how small the garage was. Negan continued fucking you rough and hard, until you felt the orgasm surging inside of you, building fast and strong. When it finally hit you, you screamed with the intensity of it, your body shook with the pleasure waves, running through your core. Negan released your hair to hold your hips so he could keep fucking you. His thrusts shortened, you clenched around his length, a groan leaving his mouth, feeling him finally release just after you. Negan pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole, dripping slightly onto the concrete floor below you. He leaned on top of you, leaving small kisses on your spine, body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Y/N! We need you out here! Negan is on his way!” You turned to Negan, a confused look on your face, he’d snuck into the compound to fuck you and now you had to act like he wasn’t even here.

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Hello again! Thank you for the detailed and thorough response!! Love it!

Also, I was just thinking about two other moments - Tommy's audacity in fondly saying to BUCK about EDDIE "this guy", like, how dare he lol, followed by Tommy referring to Buck as EVAN to EDDIE???

It really feels like small "subtle" ways to signal to the audience that Tommy is a presumptuous outsider taking liberties. And it seems designed to make the audience go uh excuse me? You don't get to call him Evan? Etc.

If they're really trying to set up tommy as a love interest for BUCK, who'll be well-received by the audience...it doesn't feel like a good start...🤔

Otoh, if they're trying to set up tommy as someone who at first seems like an ok guy...but who turns out to be a jerk later...i can see that.

Hi @blutterlie thank you for the ask and I have to say, the two things you mentioned above made me cringe when Tommy said them.

I believe you're right, Tommy's taking liberties and overstepping the boundaries between Buck and Eddie and after carefully analyzing the things he said and did, I think his actions are being done on purpose.

First, I'll start with Tommy's "This guy" comment because that was just weird and tainted especially when it's defined in the context he used it in. Before I include the definition, I have to say, 9-1-1 is keen on using specific words for specific reasons in their scripts and I've posted about use of the word "nice" before (linked here). The context it was used in when Eddie said it about Ana in season 4 and when Vanessa said it directly to Eddie in season 6 wasn't pleasant. Most people hear the word and think it's harmless but when its origin is identified, they soon find out it wasn't always viewed to be a compliment.

Now here's the thing with Tommy's use of the phrase "This guy". Even though he was looking at Eddie when he said it, after the words left his lips, he immediately touched Buck's arm and back. While the verbiage may sound like another harmless phrase, the truth is, it isn't and here's the proof.

According to Dictionary.com, the slang definition of "This guy is an expression used to highlight when someone has done something stupid or unbelievable". It appears he was being derogatory and the further proof of it is the way he described Eddie as a "SOMETHING" instead of a "someone" or even by his name. When Buck suggested he let him buy him a beer, Tommy replied, "I'd love that but I have to take a raincheck because I should have SOMETHING that should be arriving right now" 🙄. Based on when he said, "This guy", who he said it to and what he said next, it appears he was referencing something Buck did that was stupid or unbelievable. Please note, Tommy NEVER CALLED "EDDIE" BY HIS NAME. He never said the name "Eddie" but Buck did.

I mean like WTF is Tommy trying to do here because not only does he have a hero complex, he spoke to Buck like he has access to something (Eddie) that Buck wants and Buck is being stupid or unbelievable for not realizing it 👀.

Second, Tommy's use of Buck's legal/government name was not only peculiar; it was NOTICEABLE and JARRING. I thought it was interesting that Buck didn't respond the way he usually does when someone other than Maddie or Eddie calls him Evan. He corrected Bobby when he first arrived at the 118 and he wouldn't even let his parents call him Evan in 4x5 because he told them to call him Buck because people who know him call him that which is a bunch of BS since Buck is a persona, it's not his name. He hides behind it because that's who he wants people to see, Buck the firefighter instead of Evan the emotionally abandoned child who grew into an emotionally starved and scared to be left behind man.

When Tommy said, "I was giving Evan a tour", he said it like he's familiar with who Buck is and it was suspicious. But the kicker was neither Buck nor Eddie called him out on it even though Buck should have. Eddie called him Buck so it made me wonder why neither of them corrected Tommy. Also, how long have they really known Tommy because the familiarity with someone they just met last week is interesting?

I think Buck's going to tell Tommy "You don't know me" in 7x5 and Tommy's use of Buck's legal name could be the reason for it.

I've never considered Bommy as a ship and I believe Tommy's use of Buck's legal name was a red flag and it was done on purpose so viewers would question it. The ones who watched 4x5 and 4x14 know Buck doesn't like people calling him that and it probably made them cringe. I sure did and from the comments I've seen on reblogs, many others did too.

Finally, IMO, Chimney, Hen and Bobby probably told Buck about Tommy after he arrived at the 118 since he took Tommy's place. If they did then Buck should know Tommy's not a good guy and hopefully he'll remember that.

Their interactions were weird and kind of cringey so it'll be interesting to see how they act when the three of them are on the basketball court.

Thanks again for the ask and Tommy's actions in that sneak peek further prove why I don't like him.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #ant tommy kinard #anti eddietommy #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard #Canonically Observing 9-1-1 Speaks

[dark-twist-fairytales]

YA'LL READY?

I spent 4 hours, albeit maybe like 30-45 minutes to eat and talk, but here is 3.3k words of Dragon Kai!

Tw: Kidnapping. Off screen injury to ninja. Derogatory phrases towards ninja (brief).

If Kai could recall the past few years and summerize it up, the only way he could come up with is 'chao, and I'm surpised to say little bloodshed'. There wasn't much happening now, especially witth how little threats there were in Ninjago. Petty crimes was something Pixal was dealing with as Samuri X for the safety, occasionally being joined by Zane or Nya for the thrill.

Currently, Kai was allowing himself to lounge around, arm tucked under his head as he rested on the table, blankly staring to the screen of flashing colors and moving images. He wasn't registering much, aside from small noises that came from his team mates, or distant phrases. This including the approaching footsteps of bouncing steps, quick paced and practically hopping like a bunny rabbit. He cringed to himself at the feigned feeling of what he considered an ear flicking back to the sound. He moved his free hand to rub the affected spot, before giving a quiet hum.

Jay. The steps were too sporadic to be Lloyd's, but too light to be Zane or Cole. Pixal and Nya were out on patrol, so they weren't an option to begin with. With the door flinging open and the yap of enjoyment, Kai couldn't help but smile as he glanced tpwards the door behind him. Bingo, Jay stood in the doorway, a bright smile breaking over his freckled face, showing off a toothy grin. Sharpened canines, electric blue eyes, and staticy, but curly, light brown hair sat in promience to Kai. "Hey, Jay. What's up?"

"I called it! He's in here sulking!" Jay called outside of the room. This caused Kai's own smile to fall, glaring to Jay with confusion, which only amused his future brother-in-law. "I'm not sulking! I'm watching TV!"

"With the lights off. On a show you don't like. And not even paying attention to it!" Jay fired back, with Kai rolling his eyes and resting back on his arm.

"Can't I just relax a little with background noise?"

"That's called sulking!"

"I'm not sulking!"

With a sharp turn, Kai spotted Cole standing behind Jay, arms crossed over front, and an amused smile on his face. Dark skin contrasted against Jay's much lighter tone, the slight red-tone to his arms and up his shoulders was always so noticable to Kai, even more now with the man in nothing but a tank top. Deep brown eyes wiith the slightest bit of green tinting them trailed to the green mark on his left temple, showing and glowing from behind the braid that lead to a braided crown of his hair. Kai rolled hiis eyes at the amused look, flopping down dramatically onto the table to earn a laugh.

It worked beautifully, and as he planned, hearing Cole's laugh from behind Jay, and te same, quick steps over to Kai. Air wooshed around Jay from beside Kai, indicating the other was sat down. Which, he was, right in Kia's view.. Right in Kai's reach.. With a smirk, Kai wrapped his arms around Jay before the other could talk or react, earning a surpised yelp as he was toppled onto his back, with Kai's arms around him and the fire master nuzzling into his jaw. The more giggling and laughing he could pull from Jay, the more he continued with the nuzzling, pleas and begs leaving Jay for Kai to stop.

Only when Jay was near tears did Kai stop nuzzling, pulling away to look at the giggling ninja. He gave his own toothy grin, his naturally sharp teeth showing at the top, hiding their points and consciously having to make sure he didn'tt give them away. Inhuman features was common amongst the ninja, but he still grew self conscious about the sharpened points. The scars and stings inside his cheeks and across his tongue had a lot of say in it. Still confused himself of why, but chalked it up to genetics.

He lifted himself off of Jay, stretching out the stiffness of his back in the process with a small and pleased hum at the breathless nature of Jay still. He watched carefully as Cole made his way over to the nearby couch, sitting on the farthest cushion to the left, claimed as 'his spot'. Not really, but they always sat in the same spots, with minor tradde outs here and there. Kai, Lloyd, and Jay cycled between the floor, the chair, the couch, and the bean bag. Cole sat on the far left, and Zane on the far right. Nya, whenever she joined, would take the bean bag, and Pixal on the floor, or leaned against the wall, depending on how long she felt like sticking around, before predictably leaving towards the garage or her room to tinker around.

Right now, though, Kai wanted the couch. He wanted to be in the middle to keep a watchful eye. So, once Cole got himself settled into the couch, Kai's amber eyes gave a certain glint, before he all but pounced onto the couch, shuffling to rest his head on Cole's thigh. This, of course, earned a chuckle from Cole, taking this as just some odd phase of wanting to be near, before bringing his left hand down to pet at Kai's gelled hair. Never failed to shock him at how soft Kai's hair felt, despite the gell. He knew better than to comment on the nature of Kai, not wanting to get rid of the practical heating pad during the turn of autumn, so he kept quiet and watched Jay move around with a content smile.

Kai's and Cole's eyes were both trained on Jay, watching as he plugged up the console and plopped in a game cartridge into the slot, before powering the console on. He grabbed four controllers from the shelf nearby, powering them on one by one and setting them on the ground nearby. The only thing that broke Cole's focus from the game powering on was a whiff of sweets, a mixture of different kinds that made his mouth water and eyes widen. Especially when seeing Zane walk in with a two plates of cookies, one being chocolate chips and the other red velvet, and Lloyd behind him with a plate of brownies, some brownie on his right by his lip, and his bag of sweets that he's continuously collected over the past few days.

The plates got set carefully on the table by the nindroid, said ninja giving a polite tap to Kai's knee to urge him to move, which Kai did without complaint and sat up, and Lloyd sat down on the bean bag chair near Cole. Jay soon handed controllers off, one being held for himself and Lloyd all but snatching the second one from Jay's hand. Cole grabbed one while leaning over to grab a brownie, shoving one in his mouth and grabbing a second without a second thought, and it was a toss up for the forth. Zane or Kai coul get it, and while Zane offered to wait, Kai said he wasn't wanting to game at the moment, but was more than willing to watch.

The slightest smile that graced Zane's lips as he grabbed and thanked Jay for the controller made Kai's entire being warm up just a little bit more. The right choice was made. Jay remained on the floor, on the other side of the table, but he was laid down on his side, in what was deemed as 'the Jay pose'. Rustling of wrappers from Lloyd's bag made Kai chuckle under his breath, grabbing the entire plate of red velvet cookies and beginning to eat on them, relaxing as the white chocolate and velvet mixed together to create a wonderful effect. He slouched back on the couch, barely focusing on the screen as he watched Jay tap around for the cookie plate from time to time, Lloyd with a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth, Cole slowly scarfing down the plate of brownies and cookies, reserving just a few of the brownies for Jay and Lloyd, and Zane smiling at the screen when he thought no one was looking.

This was a day off, and Kai loved it...

The twitch happened again, snapping backwards and almost staying there, which got Kai's attention. He glanced over to the screen, as well as making sure each of the others were there, aside from Nya and Pixal. The giggling, laughing, and playful yelling. No one was worried, no one heard anything. Yet, there was a feeling of evergrowing protectiveness bubbling in his chest and throat, mouth almost becoming dry. His senses were beginning to scream at him, as the fre master set down the half empty plate of cookies, moving swiftly to stand up and leave the room. He earned a confused glance from Zane, but Kai only dismissively shook his head to the other, as if not to worry. Of course, this made Zane worry, but he focused back to the screen of gameplay instead for the time being.

Once outside of the room, shutting the door carefully, Kai tilted his head a bit in confusion as how eerily quiet it sounded, aside from the yelling of Jay's rage, Lloyd's retaliation, and Cole's hearty laughter from the closed door. Shouldn't Nya and Pixal been back by now? A shudder ran down his spine as he moved cautiously around their living space, checking in every location and straining his ears to listen for any sort of noise to get the location of the two females, his sister and Zane's lover. Part of his family. Missing? No, no.. No?

Moving into the garage, he found no signs of them entering again, which made Kai progressively more concerned. He moved swiftly over to the table, typing on the computer that laid there fo location of the Samuri X gear. Car, garage. Mech suit, repairs. Suit, missing. Bike, missing... Wait a minute..

Looking at the log again, seeing that the locators were not only removed, but completely busted and only showing last known location, which was seen around thirty minutes ago. He felt his heart sink with worry at that, frowning at the results and glancing to the door. They had just gotten relaxed, but.. One more glance to the monitor, the protective urge once again filled him, almost feeling sufficated by the feeling, and that was all the motivation he needed to rush off back to the game room.

"Guys! The girls are-" Kai paused as he flung the door open, eyes wide as he stared at the now empty room. His body tensed up as he could see clear signs of struggle, his nerves and mind screaming and burning him from the inside out. Where? Where are they?! Sick joke, call a sick joke, now! He moved into the room a bit more, seeing how much struggle there actually was, and-

His vision went black.

How much time had passed? He didn't know. He didn't care to know. He wanted to know where his family was. Where are they?

A deep groan left Kai as his eyes opened up, aching beginning to spead all over his body. He became acutly aware of the cold chains that had a hold on his wrists, using his tired limbs to sit up from the equally, if not colder, ground. He blinked away the water that had began building in his eyes, looking around to see the others in a similar state as he was.. Only, the bruise around Jay's eyes caused Kai to whimper a little to himself, the out of breath nature of Nya made him worry more. Seeing Zane and Pixal tied together in a forcedown state, only allowed to see made Kai tug at his chains, Cole's continuous but forced back whines and whimpers from breathing.. Lloyd shoved in a cage with a angry but sorrowful look..

The string was being pulled tighter within Kai's chest, tugging at the chains with a purpose to try and get free. The more noise he made, the more attention he dragged to himself. The more attention he gained, the more time the others had. With that, he continued, twisting his chest forward and pulling his arms in front of him to try and bust free. Going as far as to turn around and tug with all of his weight. Nothing. THe chains were stuck.

The twitched happened again, causing that string to get a little tighter, small strands breaking within the string as he heard voices. Still, he kept it up, every single sense beginning to burn. Get them free, get hem to safety. None of them deserve this! The burning only got hotter as he heard Nya all but pleading in a whisper for him to stop. "It's hopeless. We're stuck, for good this time." More little strands broke at how heart broken Nya's voice sounded. He looked to her, a fire burning even more within him. No, no! He wasn't giving up! They weren't safe- They weren't safe!

"Well, well. It's about time." Kai could feel his ears burning. The twitch directed right to the voice, not caring who or what. Everything within him continued to burn, the protectiveness beginning to suffocate him again as he yanked at the chains harder, ignoring the pain that spiked through his wrist. They weren't safe yet. His hoard was under attack.

"Which one should we start with? One of those pesky robots over there? Or the sorry excuse of a master?" The malicous tones.. Those words.. The chains began to rattle, seething at how they dared talked about his family. His hoard. They were his! They were his!

"Ohh, how about the Mrs. Rain-Threat over there?"

That. Was. IT! THAT WAS IT!!

The string snapped, a yell leaving him at first, but the yell was quick to shift to an angry roar. As quick as the chains tightened, they snapped pathetically from the rapid growing size of Kai. His! They were his! Standing between the cage that captured Lloyd and the foes, he stood tall, and angry, above their captors.

Deep, orange eyes peirced through the foes, teeth bared to show just how sharp they were in dragon form. Smoke left through the gaps of his teeth threateningly, deep growls leaving his throat. Black, glittering scales trailed down his neck and belly, filling it out with the occasional gold and red around. On his back, down his head and spine, various shades of red filled out, with those same gold scales decorating around. The inside of his wings seemed to mix the black, gold, and red, making it looks as though lava rivers were running down mountains.

It would look beautiful, if it weren't for the fact that this said dragon was pissed. A threatening growl left the ground rumbling just slightly, leaning his large head down to the quaking threats, before blowing smoke in their faces with his nostrils. This caused the two to cough, before their eyes widened and they ran for the hills. The metal clang of keys made Kai perk up just a bit, looking to the ground and carefully grabbing the key ring.

Jay knew how to power Pixal and Zane back on, so he dropped the keys in Jay's reach, nudging it closer when he saw the other not paying attention to him dropping them in the first place. He was staring, wide eyes and shocked, mouth agape, and not even breathing. Why was he..? Kai took a moment to back up, sitting back on his haunches as he looked to his hands, his wrist beginning to burn with pain the transfomation, the pressure he had on it, and the fact that he knew it would take longer to heal from turning back and forth.. Turning back and..?

His eyes widened in realization, it hitting him why Jay was staring in shock. Kai wasn't in Kai form. The string had been pulled so tight it snapped and crumbled at the degrading phrases of their captors towards his family. Not only that, Kai was massive compared to their dragons before, rivaling Firstborne, despite his age. Upon this realization, he dropped back down to all fours, the silence becoming an annoyance, as he curled on himself as tightly as he could. His wings rested on his back, tucked tightly, as he looked to Lloyd. The same shocked reaction, causing him to look away, becoming more ashamed of this form by the second.

The rustling of chains boke the silence, finally, and Jay made his way to Cole, undoing the other's cuffs, before moving to Zane and Pixal and doing the same. He handed the keys to the newly freed earth ninja, working swiftly and easily on releasing the code's force hold. Cole worked just as quickly to release Nya and Lloyd from their physical holds, the large dragon watching this happen with a careful eye. Safe... Safe.. They're safe again..

No... No, they're not safe.. Not from this.. Kai could easily crush one of them underneath his paw by accident..

"Dude.." Cole finally spoke up, breaking Kai from his thoughts and turning to see Cole.. Admiring his scaling? He seemed in awe rather than shocked like before, and carefully, he reached his head up to graze Kai's body with the scales, taking in the texture. Rough bumps made the edges a bit spiked, while the remainder of the scale itself was smooth. Taking another look around, he saw Lloyd near his wings on the other side.

Cautiously, Kai opened up one of the wings, allowing the scales to glitter. This caused Lloyd to gasp, the same one he did when he saw a new print of a Starfire comic book for sale, in admiration and excitement. He glanced over when he heard bouncing and hops, before quickly catching up on hearing Jay beginning to ramble about how cool this was, Nya right beside him to try and shush him. No avail, Jay was too excited.

"Well.. This does explain a lot of your more odd natures." Zane said, the group chuckling as this got an offended 'what's that supposed to mean?' look from Kai himself. "I mean that in a nice way. Your cocky and proud nature, stubbornness, and I'm guessing you becoming so protective of all of us.."

"We have become part of Kai's hoard, like how Lloyd hoards his candy away." Pixal picked up, with Zane nodding in agreement. Jay's eyes practically grew stars in them, looking at Kai swiftly. "You DO care for us!" Still, Nya tried to calm her over excited yin. Kai smiled, before slowly and carefully standing up, being careful of his right forepaw from the stinging and heated feeling it gave. He tucked his wing back on himself, moving over to a nearby wall and nudging his way easily through it, grabbing Pixal's bike up ad settling it down. No damage other than the locator, two seater.

"If Kai's comfortable with it, two can ride on the Samurai X bike, and the rest on his back. We can make it home safely and together that way." Pixal suggested, Kai noticably perking up at the word 'safe'. Safe.. They'd all be safe!

"I CALL KAI!" Jay yelled out, causing Nya to roll her eyes, glancing over to Pixal and shaking her head softly. Despite how logical and calm Zane tried to be, Jay's excitment was becoming infectious, along with the new knowledge of Kai being a dragon and wanting to ramble about how similar it was- He burst into a sprint as soon as he saw Kaai lower himself down and spreaed his wing out for the other's to climb on. Lloyd and Cole, being the closest, managed to get on first, followed by Jay being next and Zane hesitating. Kai, however, didn't allow it to settle for long, swivling his head around to pick the nindroid up and settle him down in an open spot.

The crank of the bike, Kai glanced over to spot Pixal and Nya on the bike, helmets on, with Pixal as the rider. She gave a nod to Kai, who gave a nod back, and opened his wings up, catching air and making it out of the opening of the roof. A victorious roar rumbled through Kai's chest, hearing te cheers of the other four on his back. The engine and flying of the bike calmed him that Nya and Pixal were there, beginning to fly overhead and lead the way back to their home.

Safe.. His family was safe again..

#my writing! #lego ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago #kai smith #dragon kai #dragon kai au #pixal borg #zane julien #jay walker #nya smith #cole brookestone #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd garmadon

[mclennonlgbt]

Films that don't hide John's queerness

The problem with MOST biopic and Beatles/John Lennon documentaries is that they ignore John's bisexuality. As a rule, it's only talked about his interest in women.

Fortunately, there are exceptions to this rule <3

The Beatles Secrets: It's a docu about Beatles "dirty secrets" (ugh, what a cringe name): sex, drugs ect. 38:32 - Royston Ellis (a bisexual poet), talking about Hamburg years: "I took John back to the flat where I was living with a girl and she, myself and John, we spent the night together. And the reason for this was not just the sex side but I'd written a poem which John liked and in there was a line: "I long to have on black leather sheets and ride motorcycles between your thighs". Well, we didn't have any black leather sheets, we had to make with black polythene and black oil skins".

The Hours and Times: A 1991 drama film about John and Brian's journey to Barcelona in 1963. Christopher Münch (director and screenwriter) points out that this is his imaginary scenario. The main characters are presented in a very interesting and nuanced way. For example, Lennon is most likely queer and would like to try "something more" with Epstein, but ends up "only" kissing him, possibly due to internalized homophobia. He makes derogatory comments about gays also openly, which fits in with real John's 1971 statement : "The fag in me made me feel insecure". Here you'll find other interesting thougths about The Hours and Times.

3. Two of us

The film, whose director Michael Lindsay-Hogg, who knew the Beatles live, tried to present the Lennon-McCartney relationship in a nuanced way.

The elevator scene is very popular in the McLennon fandom: John and Paul tease by simulating a fight, and suddenly John grabs Paul and kisses him on the lips. Paul pushes John away and asks, "Is my name Brian?"

Earlier, I thought unequivocally that this scene depicts sexual harassment: a kiss without the consent. I still think so often. However, this can also be seen in a different way - the movie John and Paul flirt, touching, as the real Lennon and McCartney used to do. The kiss was part of this flirt. When Paul definitely showed he didn't want it, John didn't push. I don't know how to settle this.

That's why I prefer a different, more unambiguous McLennon scene. John and Paul consider accepting the SNL invitation. Paul isn't sure: "We haven't played together for ages!". John strikes him lightly with his fist: "Come on, it's like screwing! Once you've done it, you never forget it!".

This moment reminds me of this quote where Paul compares songwriting to sex.

ALSO:

@elementarypenguin9 wrote me about Birth of the Beatles, a 1979 biopic. This is what they claim: "I was watching Birth of the Beatles recently (the film where Pete Best was technical advisor), and couldn't help but notice that they did show a gay vibe between John and Paul, such as here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thecoleopterawithana/687283702231941120?source=share There's also a scene where Paul says to John "give us a kiss" and briefly leans in and holds his hand at the back of Johns head before then turning away. And another scene where they are sitting on a sofa together glued together like a couple, and there seems to be a moment where they look at each other in a flirty way and john has his hand on pauls thigh. Just makes me wonder if maybe Pete Best gave them a little hint about how close John and Paul really were??"

I haven't watched that film but I'm encouraged :D

@elementarypenguin9 also wrote: "I think Backbeat depicts John as possibly having romantic feelings for Stu. In the film it causes a lot of tension between John, Stu, Astrid and Paul. John's complex feelings towards Stu and himself is both shown in the visual storytelling and through Ian Hart's performance and many of the characters even talk about it in a few scenes (that John might have feelings for Stu), and John becomes defensive and insecure when that happens". I think they mean that scene:

John is played by Ian Hart who also played John in The Hours and Times.

AND:

Some believe that John is queer-coded in A Hard Day's night.

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LAST BUT NOT LEAST:

@theoldmixer pointed out that Lennon was queer-coded also in Help! Here's John's conversation with Ringo.

Here are my suggestions! Do you know any other films where John's bisexuality isn't ignored?

#queer beatles #queering the bugs #mclennon #Youtube

[weirdqueerleftistunity]

Sol (he/it) QUEEEER!!

Welcome to my Centricide blog, dedicated to that one web series that you most definitely shouldn't fucking watch!! I only really post about certain characters because I do not like the others, so if you are wondering where <insert character> is then that is why. And no, I do not care much for canon, so if you think my interpretations of characters are "cringe" or "incorrect" then maybe you are just not silly enough for my blog.

ASKS OPEN: Feel free to send in asks!! I might doodle requests if it peaks my interest, emphasis on MIGHT, so feel free to send in hypotheticals. Only request characters I've already drawn before though.

Tags:

op -- centricide -- authunity -- leftist unity -- jreg ancom -- jreg commie

🔁 rb -- 🧭 extremists -- 🌟 leftist unity -- 🚭 pacsan -- 💳 ancap -- 🔥 ancom -- ♀️ anfem -- ☮️ anpac -- 🌈 anqueer -- 🧢 authright -- ⭐ commie -- ✝️ conservative -- 🏳️‍🌈 homonat -- 🚬 insan -- 💀 polnih -- ☢️ posadist

And yes I ship Leftist Unity. Leftist Unity is not problematic, and I don't understand how some of you have come to that conclusion. More under the cut.

At no point is Ancom explicitly stated to be a minor (as far as I'm aware). The term "anarkiddy" is a derogatory term for anarcho-leftists, it's demeaning because you're implying they're immature and childish. And it is completely in line with Commie's character to be using a demeaning term like this, because Commie views himself as more intelligent and mature than the people around him. Actually, it's really important to Commie as a character that Commie stops referring to Ancom as anarkiddy, because he's come to the realisation that Ancom is an equal to him and that he needs qim. Take the song Leftist Unity -- a part of the whole reason the last verse holds so much weight is because Commie drops the demeaning nickname and actually calls Ancom by qis name. Commie is realising he has driven a wedge between them because of his own flaws, and that he just can't go on without Ancom despite having claimed he was better than the other. None of this is inherently about Ancom being a minor, this is about Ancom being treated as an equal. That concludes my mini analysis.

All that being said, I MUST emphasise: one shitty joke in the director's cut is not confirmation that Ancom is a minor. For realsies. It's just one offshoot line.

I think something that sucks is that, maybe for some people, this assumption has come from a place of misunderstanding. For example, there has been a lot of push by certain people that being nonbinary is a phase or neopronouns are for children and this general narrative that there are no nonbinary adults.. This obviously isn't true, and I worry that people who have come to the conclusion Ancom is a minor might partially believe that because they've internalised this or actually agree with this narrative. DISCLAIMER: ADULTS CAN BE NONBINARY <- *I* am a nonbinary adult and there are plenty of other adult gender queers out there. Ancom is not a minor just because qi has silly pronouns.

However, I don't mind if you view qim as a minor. That's none of my business. But don't go around calling a ship gross because of something YOU'VE projected onto a character, that's your own headcanon and it's not universal. And if you ARE under the assumption Ancom is a minor because qi acts silly or uses neopronouns or the like, I just want you to pause and think about if it's coming from your own assumptions of what an adult is meant to look like. If you still think Ancom is a minor after that reflection, then that's okay, and that's your headcanon, and you are allowed to silly wit it :3 Just don't force that hc onto others.

TLDR; don't harass me over my headcanon and I won't harass you over yours. 👍

#pinned

[ianthedisastrous]

1, 9, 11, 21 (😈)

Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?

Ian: Nothing specific, but Ian definitely leans towards affectionate names/terms of endearment. He doesn't like some of the brasher names and things like. He sorta views them as derogatory and won't use them. If Tony asked, maybe, but he wouldn't feel entirely comfortable with it. Tony likes it when he uses British pet names like Love, that's the one he uses most often.

Ren: Ren will fall into their native language in the heat of the moment sometimes, they don't always realize it. Obviously the type of things that are affectionate terms are a bit different to Unseelie than mortals. They like when Martin does the same though and speaks Spanish, even if they don't always know what the names are they like the sound of them.

Isaac: Unsurprisingly Isaac is big on both giving and receiving praise, so prefers things that reflect that. A lot of it is standard, affectionate terms, but the praise part is what matters. He absolutely hates anything belittling, even in a joking manner, and will very quickly lose the mood over it.

Edward: He has a ridiculously long list of sweet pet names and sappy, romantic ones, all of which he will happily use if someone is in the mood for him to lavish over them. Again, you're dealing with what sounds like a cliche romance novel here but he is very earnest.

Zero: Depends on the mood. He was surprised to find out Greg knows a lot of conversational German, most of the time he falls into using that more than English in bed because it's his first language. The actual terms depend a lot on the situation, the boy can definitely go the dirty talk route but Greg's usually more interested in affectionate words instead and that's fine.

Hiro: Once again, he hadn't gotten far enough to speculate yet. Probably cringe though, seems like the vibe. He'd definitely try too hard.

Lucky: Whatever the other person wants, doesn't have hangups about things like that. So it obviously depends on the partner and mood.

What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

Isaac: Since he doesn't really feel desire strictly from visual attraction, most of the cues he picks up on have to be a bit direct flirting and testing that interest to see how the other person is reacting is a big thing for him. He's flirty because it's how he gauges those things, and Isaac's main interest in sex is affection, contact, tactile experience; sex isn't as directly about desire as much as it is connection. He needs contact to set the mood, words are fine but not quite the same. Setting the mood depends a lot on the situation, if it's more intense or light and fun instead; he relies a lot on his partner to give him a little direction on what they want and tries to offer that to them, whatever the mood calls for.

Ian: While he's not against the idea of spontaneous sex at all, and will make remarks in passing when an idea hits him to watch Tony twitch about it, Ian likes to set the mood. He's a big fan of mentioning some interesting little idea knowing full well that he won't see Tony until the end of the day and that he'll be thinking about it until then. He's not an instant gratification sorta person; the build of anticipation is so much better. Even moreso when he knows Tony'll be home later than him so he has time to do all the little things like put music on Tony likes, text him at work and remind him of why he wants him to come home soon. Ian loves building that anticipation.

Zero: He's pretty direct, in voicing what he wants, in asking what his partner wants, and a lot of setting the mood for him is contact. Zero is a big fan of foreplay as a very important, and gratifying, part of sex. Absolute necessity. Best part. Basically a requirement. Sex is great but the lead up to it fully sets the mood for him.

Edward: Give him the chance and he'll have a room full of candles, music and every other romance cliche possible, and he's thrilled to do so. Of course it's not an every time sort of idea, most of the time he's fine forgoing the excess, but will if the opportunity is there. Otherwise it's all sweet words and declarations of his affection.

Hiro: Probably thinks LEDs are great mood lighting so clearly we've got some work to do with this one.

Lucky: Depends on the person. He likes to have fun, he's always going to be a little flirty in the lead up to sex, a bit spontaneous. Communication is a big thing for him because he can't just not tell his partners what he is and put them at risk, so it might not be the best mood setter but it's important, and always part of the conversation initially. After that it's just feeling out of the mood and going with it. He never has a set way of setting a mood, he adapts to the situation.

Ren: Exist? It goes without saying that Ren is very sex positive and not subtle about it. Teasing, verbally and physically, are their go-to for making their interest known. Mood depends a lot on the moment, but the underlying vibe is always energetic and eager; they very earnestly feel not just strong attraction to their partner but that desire runs deep. Sometimes they come off a little intense, sure, but they do know when and how to mellow it out some, they just don't want to unless necessary. Ren thrives on attention, they enjoy showering their partner with the same as foreplay/setting the mood.

Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

Did some of these already so I guess I'll finish them out.

Ian: Honestly, not really? Ian has a history of being attracted to people for strange reasons, but not really anything he shouldn't be? Ian was pretty sure he wasn't attracted to people at all for a long time, then secondary hit him hard with the very clear 'yeah, you're gay', so attraction is still so damn clumsy for him. (listen, elves mature at a slower rate and he didn't know that so...surprise I guess). Does he kinda have a thing for the guys with rough edges and issues? Yeah, apparently.

Lucky: If you follow convention basically everyone. The fact that Lucky is attracted to people and actually pursues this is probably considered bad if you ask some people. Lucky doesn't ask those people, it's none of their business anyway.

Isaac: I think we all know the answer to this one. Isaac has a history of being attracted to people who are bad for him/too pushy/controlling/toxic a mile long. He's too damn trusting. It's not always the case, like with Nick, but the past has been rough.

Edward: Well he did have that thing for Henry. But, it's less that Edward is attracted to bad people and more that he's probably going to make his relationships awkward because of his attraction to people in general and not strictly one at a time. Literally the reason he was cursed.

What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Ian: Well if he has to it's going to be something that isn't chemically, his senses are way too sensitive for that, and they're usually even more hyped up after sex. Water, rain, the ocean; tends to go for water-related scents. Especially rain.

Ren: Doesn't bother, they like Martin's scent and why have sex if you're lighting candles and stressing about that?

Edward: Oh, you know it's something floral and sweet. Probably pastel colored too and decorative. Edward has a whole flower garden vibe, he's probably already lit a dozen candles before sex just because it's pretty.

Lucky: Something forest...outdoors...woods sorta smell. Smoke. Campfire. Something that smells like it should be burning. He likes campfire scents.

Isaac: If you have the energy to get up and light candles after you're clearly not doing something right.

Hiro: Well, we haven't tested this theory yet.

Zero: Whatever the hell the other person wants because why would he care? No moth jokes here. He's not that interested in candles.

#meme answers #mildly ns/fw #this ran very long #so here is my essay on how thirsty my muses are i guess

[icharchivist]

Something about being french and still keeping up with Miraculous Ladybug and its fandom gets me sometimes to see the very rare times a very french reference flies under the radar but so,

To all the people who talk about how Harry Clown is lame and are wondering if this type of clown is considered funny in France, you're missing out the major main detail to answer you that is that he is modeled after and voiced by Franck Dubosc, a french comedian KNOWN for his humor as a massive lame dorkass loser.

Most of his sketches, at least the ones i know from the late 00s, are about him being a playboy while also being the lamest man on earth, misogynistic and a show off. It's his whole persona, he made a saga of movie called "Camping" out of that.

(And i insist it is his /persona/ as a stand up comedian. The whole point is that he's supposed to be cringe and you have to laugh at him, though to be frank (hA.) I've personally disliked every humorous content I've seen of him. That said i also haven't seen anything of him since the late 00s, and i have no idea if he changed his comedic persona since then, and i know nothing of him as a person to know how he is outside of his work.)

I know that originally the episode was supposed to be about Dany Boon and the whole reason it kept being delayed is most likely because of Boon's attitude, but he also has a very different persona than Dubosc. I'm inclined to think the episode would have looked different had he been in it.

But as it is Harry Clown is meant to evoke a family friendly Franck Dubosc. Even him constantly calling people "ma poule" (ie: my chick (derogatory)) is a trademark of this specific persona Dubosc created for himself.

Moreover looking through Dubosc career to write this it seems in recent year Dubosc tried to direct a few dramatic comedies, ie comedies that are also supposed to make you cry, which have been massive flops at the box office, which makes me wonder if it's what the plot of the episode is trying to reflect.

Anyway about his humor, I can't tell for SURE it was meant to come out that way but to me and my experience with how people view Dubosc it screamed that his humor was supposed to be lame.

And at least to me it got me the most kneejerk reaction of them all recognizing him because I've been avoiding his work for a decade and Miraculous is betraying me like this.

#to be clear i have nothing against him as a person per se #and tbh thinking of more trademark comedians i keep thinking about comedians who are known to be pure divas #ironically he may be one of the few big ones that may have enough humility to play in a silly morning cartoons #which is ironical considering his persona #still holding on hope that maybe some comedians i actually like would get to that level #buT YEAH. YEAH. #i dont see anyone discuss the franck dubosc thing online and im just oh no dont tell me this is only a reference IM plagued with #one more cursed thing about being french #ichatalks #ichatalks about mlb #psycomedian spoilers #i gUESS

[jossambird]

In the moon’s light 🌕 P3

Ingo x F!Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of 18+ themes, angst, Volo (derogatory)

AO3 Link for all parts

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In the days that followed his hasty return back to his home, Ingo could barely exit his tent without being reminded of Lord Adaman and Lady Irida’s words they had spoken to him after returning from Jubilife Village.

- “Captain Cyllene requested to speak to Adaman and I today.. I am sure you know on what matter?”

He did, he absolutely did. It must have shown on his face, for Irida continued speaking, wringing her hands while she did.

“I know things might be different here compared from where you come from and I uh… I fully understand human needs…” She stopped herself, cringing, deciding to get straight to the point.

This whole conversation, in Ingo’s opinion, felt almost hollow in meaning coming from a woman her age but Ingo remained respectful, listening carefully.

“D-Did you both actually..”

“No, Lady Irida! I simply helped Lady Y/N arrive to her destination!” He bellowed out, cheeks burning even more brightly as he realized the volume he spoke in. He hoped to whatever Deity that Warden Melli had not heard just him.

“‘Arrive at her destination’ you say? Im sure she did, given how wobbly she was walking when I awoke the next morning.” Adaman smirked as he appeared suddenly and made his way towards the two, earning himself a hard slap on the arm from Irida and a humiliated groan of displeasure from the Warden.

“Adaman! Her leg was practically broken a few days ago, stop that!” Irida chastised the younger man as he stood by her side, huffing as he swatted her hand away to look at the Warden instead. The twinkle in Adaman’s eyes left an anxious feeling in Ingo’s gut, no matter how grateful he secretly felt to have the young Lord on both his and your side.

“Was what Captain Cyllene said true, Warden Ingo? Was Y/N dressed indecently that night?”

His poor brain tried to think of something to say to Irida but Ingo couldn’t, the image coming back to him of your nightgown, body highlighted through it due to the moonlight. His blush seemingly gave him away, face flushing brightly under his cap as Lady Irida gasped.

“That doesn’t sound like her at all!” She squeaked, looking to Adaman who only nodded mutely, eyes flickering back to the man before them.

‘She had just wished to be alone to watch her Zorua evolve…’ Ingo thought as he realized he was once again affecting the view that various people had of you.

Adaman paused at the way Ingo remained silent, the air around the older man thickening in a somber manner, his already pale skin seeming to pale even more at whatever occupied his thoughts.

The Lord had previously had his assumptions about the whole situation, ready to try and veer the whole situation in the lane of success for your sake but the Warden before him seemed off. He did not seem like a man overjoyed to have (potentially) spent intimate time with you. At the very least, Adaman had expected the man to either be incredibly embarrassed by the rumor or flat out deny it all.

But now, what stood before him was a man reeking of something… perhaps guilt, perhaps regret. He wasn't sure, but for your sake, he would be sure to find out.

-

And here Ingo stood, tired silver eyes shifting across the great expanse of the Coronet Highlands before him.

Since his conversation with Lord Adaman and Lady Irida, Ingo had barely gotten any sleep, mind racking itself with endless questions; how were you faring with the rumors? Were you humiliated, embarrassed, perhaps even ashamed? Did you cringe at the idea of being intimate with him? Were you openly denying said rumors?

Ingo couldn’t deny the way you seemed to haunt his dreams in the little sleep he did get, the image of you nude, sprawled out on the grassy terrain and begging for him to fuck you suddenly reappearing in his mind as if on repeat.

It only seemed to cement his guilt even more. Here he was in the comfort of the quiet Coronet Highlands, thinking about the various ways of making you call out his name for all to hear and there you remained trapped in Jubilife Village, probably hating him for having caused such a horrible rumor to spread.

Ingo decided that maybe a walk would help to distract himself, heart hammering as he tried to think of anything other than your body in the moon’s shining light or your divine smile.

The visage that came into view as Ingo walked farther away from home surprised him, wondering what had brought the person here once more.

“Lord Adaman, good morning!” Ingo called out to the younger man, waving as he approached faster, a warm coat adorning his usual Diamond Clan regalia.

“Good morning Warden Ingo. Might I request a moment in private to speak with you?” Adaman easily said, brown eyes sharp and searching as he watched the Warden nod, both of them departing back to his home. It did not escape his gaze how absolutely exhausted the Pearl Clan Warden seemed, his posture even more slouched than usual, dark circles seeming even more dark than the previous day he had seen him.

“Of course. Please follow me!” Ingo couldn’t deny that the Clan Leader’s scrutinizing gaze upon his back felt as if he were in Jubilife all over again, gossiping whispers mumbled left and right.

The walk back was quick but quiet before finally Ingo invited the Lord into his tent, moving to boil water for tea. He waited for the younger man to speak, hands in his lap as he sat down infront of him.

“I come to you today, Warden Ingo, to speak about Y/N.”

Ingo barely hid his surprise, his light colored eyebrows raising high as he heard the Lord’s words.

“I apologize in advance for asking about something private such as this. It is not my intention to prod at your.. relationship with Y/N. I simply wish to know more what happened that night.” Adaman spoke again, bowing his head lightly at the man before him in a show of vulnerability. He didn’t want to intrude on the poor man's personal affairs but when it came to you, Adaman would seek out any information that would help you.

“I understand, but I am sorry Lord Adaman, it is as I explained to both you and Lady Irida yesterday night: I followed Lady Y/N to make sure she was safe, and then assisted her in returning to the Village gates.”

“If it is as simple as that, then why have you not returned to Jubilife Village since? Helping a woman is hardly a reason to seek solitude, in my opinion.” The Lord of the Diamond Clan decided to be blunt, snapping lightly at the elder man before him, trying to understand just why the Pearl Clan Warden had hidden himself up here since. Adaman didn’t even require to see you to know how distraught you must be over all of this, most likely thinking you had pushed the Warden away.

For a moment, Ingo remained silent, one faintly scarred hand lifting to tilt his hat down, effectively hiding his face away from the younger man.

“I returned the day after our second walk together, to Jubilife. I heard everyone speaking in whispered tones about the rumor immediately after entering the village gates.I left moments after… Guilt weighed far too heavily on my heart; I watched her painstakingly cultivate their friendships, and for it to be tarnished by my selfish act left me with an ill feeling. I understand the hatred and ire she must now feel towards my person…” He sighed, massaging at his forehead as if to rid himself of the impending headache that was most likely to come, temples throbbing slowly.

It also didn’t help that this was surely the most he had ever spoken to the young Lord, and here he was, looking like a regretful old man spilling his heart out.

“I… I cannot return to Jubilife with good conscience, knowing I am perhaps the cause for such a rumor to have spread…”

“And what if you are not the cause? Have you ever pondered as to who else might have begun said rumors?” Silence was all that Adaman was met with except for the sound of over-boiling water, so he continued, watching as the older man looked up at him tentatively, as if scared to know the answer.

“Perhaps someone else would have found her instead, someone who wished to find her vulnerable and alone. Perhaps, you were there at the right time, to save her.”

The world as Ingo knew it stopped, his breathing halting as Lord Adaman’s words sank in. Brown hazel eyes stared back at alarmed silver ones, a glacial chill descending Ingo’s spine.

“Tell me, Warden Ingo, can you truly know of no one who could harbor ulterior motives towards the beautiful and kindhearted Y/N, fallen from a space-time rift, who would go out of her way to help anyone in need? No one that would benefit and take advantage in her being alone and vulnerable during the middle of the night?”

Ingo felt sweat bead along his body, anxiety coursing through his veins as he mulled over the information the young Lord had just told him.

Of course, how naive could he have been to have not thought of this before; too many times had he witnessed Volo appear wherever you were, seemingly also always knowing just where you would go. Too many times had he observed Volo watching you; he had simply thought the young blond man was looking out for you, making sure you were safe. How utterly naive he had been.

He began lifting himself up off the ground of his tent to stand, stammering as he tried to calm his thundering heartbeat.

“I- My apologies Lord Adaman, I need to depart- I must go warn her-“

The younger man followed Ingo’s lead and stood up, hands out as if to placate him.

“Allow me to instead go check up on Y/N, I fear that your sudden frazzled and anxious appearance might worry her more than anything else.” Adaman paused, looking at the older man who simply nodded, seating himself back down in a manner only someone with regrets would do.

A question lingered on Adaman’s tongue, wanting- no, practically needing to hear the Warden’s reply but he abstained himself, knowing he would never get a response out of the man at this point, seeing how distraught he had become. Perhaps Irida could answer him instead.

.

..

.

“Tell me Beni, can you make me some mochi that’s so good that I can seduce someone with it?”

Beni sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment as if in thought before opening them again, pensively looking down at you.

It was obvious who you wished to seduce, but if someone had asked him a week ago? In his opinion, he wouldn’t think you needed it. It had been plain for anyone looking to notice the way the Warden would practically perk up at your mere proximity.

But now? Beni wasn’t sure what course of action would be best for you, given that the Pearl Clan Warden had still not shown his face in the village since that nasty rumor had made its way throughout the whole community.

“I can make mochi that can choke someone, which can be considered seducing if they like that sort of-“ He coughed, shutting his mouth promptly as Professor Laventon approached the both of you, Volo’s form following quickly behind the man.

“Professor Laventon! The usual?” Beni asked as he began to turn away before suddenly stopping himself, gray blue eyes drifting to the merchant making his way to your side at an alarming pace.

“If ever you need my assistance… If ever you are in danger… I am here.” Beni whispered softly to you, one shaking hand patting your arm softly before heading inside to fetch lunch for the Professor. You barely had time to process his words before Volo stepped in front of you, smiling faintly before a frown graced his visage.

“My my, oh little rift wanderer, just the person I wanted to see! I heard a TRULY pesky rumor about you today and had to see how you were fairing.” Volo said with his frown deepening in worry. Something about the energy around the man still made you uncomfortable, his large hands landing on your forearms, trapping you as he looked down at you. His thumbs rubbed at your skin, and if you were stupid enough, you could believe he was trying to comfort you.

“I know how close you were to that Warden fellow and I'm saddened to see he hasn’t returned, I am so sorry Y/N.” Volo added after a second too long, his visible eye watching you as your brain kicked itself into action.

“A-Ah yeah, I know… Its okay, it’ll blow over and I'll get over my crush.” You spoke through a clenched smile whilst Volo practically loomed over you, watching you as he nodded in agreement, the air around him turning pleasant once more.

“Of course! And what kind of person would I be to not be here for my favorite customer when she needs me!” The blond let out as he clasped your arms once more, squeezing lightly before finally letting you go.

Professor Laventon quickly caught your gaze, patting the bench beside him in a nervous manner as Volo lingered beside you.

“Would you like to join me, Y/N? I have important information about a mission Captain Cyllene has for you.” Laventon softly asked, smiling just as genuinely as he normally did while not lying through his teeth. How many times now had he saved your skin? One mark added itself to the growing list.

“Of course!” You called back to him, turning to the Ginkgo Guild merchant who continued smiling.

“Sorry about that Volo, I have to go see the Professor about a mission…”

The blond man took it in strides, smiling widely as he nodded and pulled his backpack back on, before clasping one of your hands between his own.

“Yes, go ahead! I will find you soon; we have much to talk about if we are to continue seeking out all Pokemon for your Pokedex! We can make it into a date, if your ever so willing!” He smoothly said with a laugh before letting go of you, allowing you to pull away slightly and walk towards the man who had all but adopted you. You could feel Volo’s eyes against your nape, his very gaze making your skin crawl in an unpleasant feeling. The hand he had held now felt dirty, tainted even.

“What a… peculiar… character that boy is. I am glad I was searching for you and found you before he had the chance to…” Professor Laventon easily whispered before cutting himself off, most likely also feeling glacial eyes upon him.

“No matter, I am here to enjoy lunch with my wonderful girl.”

He smiled such an easy smile, one that people often only wore around their loved ones, eyes twinkling as he leaned on the table with his elbow.

“Tell me, how is that ‘pesky’ little business with the Pearl Clan Warden going? I have not heard about his return yet.” Laventon spoke again, watching you deflate considerably beside him as Beni began making his way towards the both of you.

“I doubt he will be returning at all Professor… He must have realized he didn’t like me like… uh… ” You had begun to say but quickly backtracked, not wanting to mention that perhaps Ingo didn’t like you enough to want to fuck you, like the rumor said. Professor Laventon must have known what you were thinking as he looked at Beni, the both of them sharing a moment.

Beni was the first to speak up, nodding sagely as he spoke.

“You are a fine young woman, Y/N-“

You already knew where this was going before the words exited his mouth, placing your head in your hands as you tried to mentally escape this very conversation. No matter what he could tell you, nothing changed the fact that Ingo had seemingly disappeared ever since the rumor had started.

Beni grew silent, placing the freshly done potato mochi onto the table infront of you before patting your back softly.

“I am sorry Y/N.”

#pokemon legends arceus ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #ingo x reader #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #jossambird fic #jossambird writes #Volo (derogatory) #we are going somewhere 👀 #can you guess? #pla ingo

[damnusillygoose]

Somebody is jealous( jellal’s edition)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/2/somebody-is-jealous

for erza’s edition:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/1/somebody-is-jealous

Thank you sapphireblue2007 for suggesting me to write jellal's version.

Disclaimer: these characters are rightfully owned by hiro sensei.

Somebody is Jealous (Jellal's edition)

Well, Jellal perceives himself as a very liberal and progressive person.

He wasn't a possessive person. No, not at all- Even in his relationship with Erza, he believed in giving ample space for growth and self-introspection to each other. He certainly didn't believe in getting jealous when one's partner gets some excessive attention from the opposite gender. Nope, not at all, he was a progressive person, wasn't he? He didn't want to smother her with suffocation. Jellal was aware of the fact that his woman was a strong person who didn't need anyone to save her. She was her own person and stood up for what she believed in. That's how he viewed relationships- a sweet added bonus to one's life, separate from a person's purpose in life.

Yet,

He felt horrified, as he realised, he was shamelessly contradicting his very own beliefs. His eyes twitched in mild irritation, well not exactly mild- only slight, that's how he soothed his not so jealous soul, as he watched the scene before him unfold.

His beloved was sitting comfortably on one of the chairs kept near the bar, eating her sweet dessert in contentment, oblivious to the lusty stares that eyed her glorious exposed thighs and cleavage. There were men hovering around her, drooling repugnantly.

Erza was a beautiful woman. It was an established fact. Not only did she win various beauty pageants, but she also attracted scores of men who simped after her and bolstered her as their 'waifu'!

Jellal was fucking replete with fury when he came to learn about this obnoxious verbiage. What a derogatory term! He opined. How dare they lust after Erza and claim her as their 'waifu'?! well, typically he was doing the same. But he was her partner and it's pretty healthy in a relationship to be intimately attracted to your partner! Yep, he reasoned with his conscience.

It was no secret that men secretly/openly lusted after females who were fairly popular. Given fairy tail's reputation, they were inglorious for being rambunctious all over the continent. This shouldn't come as a surprise to Jellal that Erza was kind of a national crush of Fiore. She even got disgusting offer letters from rich officials asking her to be their mistress. Every single person, be it a man or a woman, acknowledged her regal presence. Wherever they went, people were in awe of her. She was a beautiful woman, confident and sassy, along with a splendid personality. Who wouldn't be attracted to such an amazing person?

Analysing her fan following, he was sure of the fact that Erza must have dated some men in the past. However, He gasped in utter disbelief when he got to know that despite of the attention she received; she never laid her eyes on another man. They were reserved for him. Always.

He was her first man, the first man who held her hand, the first man who witnessed her vulnerable side, her first kiss, the one who took her virginity, the one she would like to start a family with and the only one who she would devote her heart to.

Forever.

That gave him a superior complex over all those degenerates who hated him for stealing their waifu.

Her devotion made him feel extremely fortunate, to get a woman who would choose him over everything else.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't get jealous.

'Oi chad, snap out from your murderous intent, will ya?'

'Laxus.'

'What happened? Why are you in such a bad mood?', Laxus raised his eyebrows in amusement. It was fun teasing Jellal especially when he was in a foul mood.

'Jelly-chan is jealous because other men in the party are eyeing Erza ravenously!', Meredy chimed in the scene, humming a tune under her breath almost nonchalantly.

Laxus let out a nasty cackle as he smashed his beer pint against the wooden table they currently occupied. Meredy joined in with her sniggers; annoying Jellal in his misery.

'Cheer up Jelly chan, if you brood so much, you will end up getting wrinkles quickly and look almost 20 years elder to Erza!'

'Stop calling me Jelly chan, Meredy!'

'Why? I think that name suits you a lot Jellal.'

Oh no.

The trio turned around to acknowledge the owner of this sardonic comment.

Erik approached the group with a wide smirk plastered on his face, much to Jellal's discontentment.

What a great timing. Now they will gang up to bully me.

'Say Jellal, want to murder those assholes? I could feel your malignity from the far end of the hall, reverberating louder than Gajeel's singing shit'

'I wouldn't go that far, they are just harmless flies'

Actually, he could.

'Then why are you getting so hot-headed over those harmless flies?', Meredy smiled knowingly.

'I am not.'

'oh boss! Stop lying with your pathetic ass!'

'I am not lying Erik!'

Erik scoffed at his reply. He didn't even try to hide it.

'Then what do you plan on doing chad boy? Just sit in a corner like a lost puppy and watch as those men eye your woman?', laxus joined in the conversation, adding oil to the fuming spark.

'I can't pause to throw a stone at every dog that barks. Plus, Erza is a strong woman. I shouldn't stick my nose where it isn't needed. I think she is capable of handling this herself.'

But actually, he was trying his best not to jump in the scene and take her away from those bastards but he didn't want to appear as a jealous freak who had no control over his irrational aspect.

'of course, she is Jellal', Meredy reasoned,' but a woman, no matter how strong she is, would love to be spoiled by her man and feel protected. That doesn't mean you are undermining her strength. It's called chivalry.'

'…'

'What about ramming some hot iron rods up in their assholes?', laxus had no chill at all.

'Laxus your speech is so vulgar', Jellal cringed.

'Not as vulgar as your mind, boss'

'Erik, listen up- '

'it's okay Jellal', Meredy patted his back sympathetically, 'You are always harsh on yourself. You don't have to berate yourself so much. Being jealous is a sign of affection after all.'

'Really?', he raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

'Well, when exercised in moderation. Don't become Juvia though.', Laxus grimaced in exasperation.

'I just-I can't handle those people who eye her like she is their personal property!'

'Oohoohoo, finally the lover boy is being honest!', laxus slapped his hand against jellal's back harshly.

Jellal ignored his remark and chose to focus upon what Erza was doing.

Erza, unfortunately, was already surrounded by random men drooling over her assets while he was busy merry making with his guild mates.

He was pissed. He was fucking pissed.

He clenched his fist in impuissance until his knuckles turned white. He let out a shaky breath, biting his lips, trying his best not to eradicate their existence by casting sema right at this moment

'Erza-sama, I know this beautiful villa by the country side that I can rent for you. Would you like to witness that scenic beauty? I can make the arrangement just for the two of us.'

'uh, no thank you. I am not interested, I am busy at the moment with my ongoing missions but I would certainly take-out time to visit this said place with my friends and my boyfriend', Erza exaggerated the last part to make this pathetic pervert clear of the fact that she wasn't interested in his offer.

'He doesn't need to know'

'When I said I won't go, I won't go. Please learn to respect a woman.'

She was already seething at this moment, ready to requip in her armour to beat the shit out of these perverts but she held herself back. This was an important party for her guild as many magic council officials appeared to discuss some important matters with master Makarov.

'Erza-sama!', another pervert chimed in, 'what about-!

'My honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'

Erza felt a shiver travelling down her spine even before she could react from the horror of hearing his voice. She didn't need to see who this abhorrent creature was. She didn't even acknowledge him as a person. Ichiya had already latched himself around her leg giving it a wild sniff, trespassing all boundaries of her private space.

This is it. This was her limit.

She was shaking wild. Her fingers were itching from wrath as she tried to remove him from her. These men latched themselves upon her despite being firmly rejected by her. She was being polite and considerate of her guild. That's the only reason she somehow tolerated their creepy remarks. She desperately searched for familiar eyes through the crowd that was bustling from the onset of vibrant ebullience. She grew impatient by every single moment when she failed in her search to find them. That's when she felt a presence behind her. The eyes she was searching for were already looking down from their vantage but not at her. She followed his eyes to find them glued on Ichiya.

Jellal got hold of Ichiya's hand and ruthlessly broke him apart from Erza's legs, not caring for a single second where his poor ass landed.

'Ichiya-san, that's a unique way of greeting someone. It could very well qualify as harassment you know', Jellal hissed menacingly, walking in front of Erza to make a defensive guard around her.

Jellal was a master at hiding his emotions and maintaining a stoic demeanour but Erza could still look beyond that very well.

He appeared perfectly placid but he wasn't.

His eyes bellowed bloodlust. He was growling with belligerence.

He was not going to let these repulsive hands touch the body that he revered so much.

The rest of the crowd started to disperse, succumbing to the impingement Jellal displayed, while laxus, Meredy and Erik watched the scene in awe. That's the impact Jellal's presence wielded.

There was a limit to which this man could tolerate bullshit after all. This was Jellal, who was fiercely protective of the woman he loved.

Erza snickered to herself smugly seeing the crowd become frail upon his arrival. These were some spineless cowards who weren't even half the man her Jellal was.

Jellal blissfully ignored the crowd that was whispering his name with resentment, something along the lines of 'their waifu'

He looked at Erza, taking in a deep breath of relief as he put his hands over her shoulders securely.

'Well gentlemen, I just remembered that my boyfriend and I have some work to do, if you will excuse us.' Erza stood up from her chair and bowed her head signalling her departure as she grabbed hold of jellal's hands, leading them across the hall through the exit door. Jellal looked at his guild mates who were giving him smug smiles and thumbs ups.

After exiting the guild, Jellal let out a sigh as they strode further away from that crowd. He still was shaking, his hysteria urging him to go back and beat the shit out of those bastards. He tore his thoughts away from the former events and looked sideways at the enchanting woman walking by his side.

'This dress really looks nice on you.'

'Thank you, sweetheart', Erza smiled and turned her face to give him a chaste peck on his cheeks. 'But I think I will opt for a less revealing outfit next time for a formal party like this'

'Why?'

'tch, didn't you see for yourself what happened today?'

'Don't fret about those assholes, just wear what you want', he snaked his arm around her waist protectively to pull her closer to him.

Jellal rarely cursed, that meant he was infuriated right now.

'Jellal', she whispered lovingly, taking his face in her hands, 'look at me'

He locked his gaze with her, facing her completely. His arms gently fondled her waist, pulling her entirely towards himself.

She leaned into him, melting like butter.

'I love you Jellal.' She brought his face towards hers until their foreheads were touching each other, 'Thank you for helping me back then. I was really helpless'.

They closed their eyes and sighed in synchronisation. She felt his arms locking her into a tight embrace, clutching the fabric of her dress.

'I just…..couldn't help myself when I saw them degrading you like that.' He felt the weight of her hands shifting down towards his neck, near his sensitive spot which only she knew about, caressing it to calm him down.

'Thank you love, but don't over-exert yourself over this issue, this isn't worth your time and effort', she looked at him tenderly. Jellal was such a worrywart but she loved him the same.

'yeah…you are right', he leaned into her, nuzzling his nose with hers, her sweet scent taming his raging heartbeat down, 'I love you too'

It's almost been a year since they started dating and obviously they never hesitated to show their love to each other- verbally, physically or emotionally, but Erza would never get tired of Jellal saying 'I love you' to her. She had dreamed about it so long, she yearned about it ever since she realised her feelings for him, she would never take his confessions for granted. It still had the same impact on her as the first time he poured his heart out to her.

Such was their affection for each other-always raging against the odds.

The hooting of the owls could be heard in the depth of the night. A sudden breeze struck her form as she shivered from the lack of her clothing, she had worn a simple flowy dress, not deemed to be fit in a chilly weather.

'it's getting cold Erza', Jellal pointed out as he draped his coated over her shoulders, 'let's go home'.

She hummed lightly in solace as she felt his lips softly touch her forehead. She entwined her hand with his as they started treading towards the path that led to their small cottage, their personal heaven.

'Can you make me a strawberry smoothie with vanilla ice cream?', she asked him tentatively, testing her waters.

'I thought you wanted to curb your midnight snacking'

'But jelllaaaaaaaaaaaal!', she wailed in desperation, 'dealing with those perverts drained my energy!'

'I can always make a bowl of fruits oats for you.'

'Noooooooo! That's way too heathy!'

'Okay how about this?', he tried to reason with her, 'I'll make milk oats for you with honey and loads of freshly cut strawberries. Sounds like a good deal to me, what do you think?'

She thought about the offer for a moment. It did actually sound like a good deal. She knew she kind of gave in to her midnight sugar cravings. Milk oats were a heathier option.

She pouted and tried to act a little spoiled, 'only if you bribe me.'

'What a scandal! The great titania is asking for a bribe!', he nudged her shoulder playfully and she huffed in response to his actions, 'what are your demands?'

'You need to pepper me with as many kisses as I ask you for!'

' My, My, I was already planning on giving you a thousand kisses when we reach home, don't worry about that', he replied as he gave her a wink making her blush profusely.

If anyone heard them conversing in this manner, their eyeballs would pop out from their eye sockets. They were incredible mages, well versed with the ethics of professionalism. They completed their tasks seriously but when they were alone, it becomes a different story.

A/N: if you liked my story please leave a review and do check out my works as well.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Keep loving Jerza!

#jerza #fairy tail #fairy tail jerza #jellal fernandez #jellal x erza #erza scarlet #crime sorciere #fairy tail laxus #Meredy

[byakuyasdarling]

• Nightmares •

Having nightmares a lot recently so — comfort post to hyperlink into my self ship masterlist for when I’m in that panicked state. More time to write unrealistic stuff, woo!! Cringe Time ✨

this post explains their relationship dynamic and especially the way Byakuya cares for her.

All under the cut :)

No matter if you read these or not, I hope you all have a wonderful day 💙💙

[DNI if you ship and post about Nae//gami. Block me immediately and leave.]

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S/I is extremely vulnerable to panic at night. It’s excruciatingly hard to get her to calm down once she has had a nightmare — yet alone get her back to sleep. Luckily, when she’s over with Byakuya, he’s able to soothe her back down.

• Nightmares •

When she springs up from a nightmare, Byakuya generally sits up with her for a few minutes while holding her hand: giving her time to explain what is wrong. He gently affirms her as she talks:

“I apologise — I’m so, so sorry. It’s ridiculous to be shaken up over such things. You’d — You would call me an idiot if I detail what the nightmare was about.”

“Don’t say such things about yourself.”

“It’s true, Byakuya! All of these nightmares are just in my head. They aren’t real, they can’t actually hurt me. The fact I get so worked up over these things is a clear demonstration of how idiotic I truly am!”

“I don’t deny that you are ... sensitive to emotion ... However, I believe your reaction to these nightmares are no demonstration of your self-proclaimed ‘idiocy’, and more rather a demonstration of your care and attentiveness to others.”

“Byakuya ... you don’t even know for sure what my nightmare was about.”

“You’re rather obvious, darling.”

“ ... I — I don’t want to loose my friends. A-and I don’t want to loose you.”

“I see ...”

“I had to sit around on my phone while messages flooded into my phone. I uselessly say by as I viewed these ... these gory images ... these desecrated corpses I once called the people close to me. I’m so useless — so very useless. How could I just sit around whi—“

“How many times must you make me repeat myself? You are not useless, don’t act so foolish and actually start thinking things through. How you act in dreams is by no means an accurate representation of your actual self.”

“But—“

“No ‘if’s, ‘and’s, nor ‘but’s about it. I’m not tolerating any derogatory remarks directed to yourself. It’s fine to be scared. I am certain you only have such emotionally draining nightmares because you care so deeply for others. However, insulting yourself for it is pointless.”

“Byakuya ... does all this — does all my emotions ... bother you? I know that you scrutinise all this as ... weakness ...”

“Don’t be ridiculous. When I say ‘I love you’, I mean I love all of you. You are very intelligent — and unlike others, your emotions don’t dwindle that.”

(Side note: Byakuya has a very black and white view of the world. Of course kindness doesn’t dwindle intelligence, but in his eyes it does — and because she’s the only emotional one close to him and has seen her academic abilities, he sees her as an exception.)

“My love for you isn’t ‘in spite’ of your emotions, silly girl.”

“Is it bad that I ask you so many times why you love me?”

“The answer should be obvious to you.”

“Because ‘I’m me’: quote on quote ‘talented, smart, beautiful, confident, passionate, and exceptional’. That does not qualify as an answer this time, Byakuya.”

“Am I incorrect?”

“I really am unsure how someone like you: the man who’s practically destined to guide the world, managed to fall in love with a simple girl like me.”

“Not many people manage to see what’s behind such a man. But you always have.”

“Oh Byakuya, how do you always manage to make me feel so special.”

“You’re only managing to recognise the way I see you, my darling.”

Forehead kisses from him are pretty much granted after that. He then takes her into his arms to lay her down against his chest once she’s calm.

From here it’s really a matter of getting her to sleep as fast as possible before she works herself up again. He rubs circles into her back and plays with her hair a little: occasionally interjecting rather basic affirmations in his rather raspy, sleepy voice. Just simple: “You’re okay now,” “I’m here,” “shhh sh sh sh shhh”.

After one of those talks, she gets very snuggly for the next day. She’s trying her best to express back all the love and gratitude she has for him <<33

I hope you all have an amazing day 💙💙

#ship tag: book lovers ♡ #nightmare mention #Andreagami #Freya Writes | ♣️

[feuillesmortes]

I been studying a lot about tudor history lately. I see some complaints about Terry Breverton's book being to biased in favor of Henry VII. But I also see that most of these complaints are from people who love Richard III and are very biased in favor of him. Don't they realize they're just as biased? How did all of this go from "let's take a look at Richard III from an unbiased point of view unlike Shakespeare" to "Richard III was innocent of any wrong doing." ? It kind of makes me cringe a bit.

Hello, anon! I myself like to joke that Breverton is a fan of Henry VII, which of course implies it can lead to a bias of sorts BUT I feel like people need to know that Breverton wrote a biography of Richard III two years before he wrote about Henry VII. I talked about it on this post, but summarising, Breverton was asked to write a book on Richard III when they found his bones (aka: the car park incident) and he says he began his research without any sort of feelings in favour or against Richard of Gloucester. In that process he forcibly had to compare him to Henry VII and others accused of the murder of the Princes in the Tower (and that’s when I think he started to know Henry better). His research led to one (1) conclusion in regards to the character of Richard III. He quotes John Locke’s “The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts” as basis for his investigation. 

Regarding Ricardians, he says:

“There is a Richard III Society, and little will alter its members’ perception of the king. There has been a squabble about where his bones should be buried. There is being arranged a multi-faith ceremony in Leicester Cathedral for this Catholic king, with a £850,000 visitor centre and a £1 million tomb. Semi-hagiographies have been and are being written about this last Plantagenet king [...] We seem to be returning to medieval times, with tourists (pilgrims) being attracted to pay to see holy relics.”

About Henry VII:

“One element that strikes the dispassionate researcher is that Richard III’s large army of supporters have tried to place any blame for any misdeed upon his successor, Henry VII. The so-called ‘Tudor Propaganda’ is said to have blackened Richard’s legacy. However, Henry VII also has been treated oddly in history. Penn’s latest award-winning biography, The Winter King, makes a damning case against Henry, but it is mainly based upon the last decade of Henry’s reign.” (He also says: “For instance, one best-selling novelist has Henry VII raping his queen-to-be before their marriage in her latest book.”) “[...] While Penn decries Henry VII, there is also a case to be made for Henry VII being the wisest and greatest king of England, if we examine the facts dispassionately. Because his reign was sandwiched between two rather more colourful characters, Henry VII’s contribution to England’s development has come to be largely ignored in recent years.”

Again, he came to those conclusions whilst researching Richard III. It seems to me he’s a very sensible, down-to-earth intellectual, far from a biased idolater. See what he says about biased history:

“Also, increasingly, non-fiction books are being ‘sexed-up’ in order to sell more copies. When a non-fiction writer resorts to continuous derogatory adjectives and motives describing one king, say Henry VII, while his protagonist Richard III is a heroic warrior, loved in the north of England and who died gloriously in battle, one has to beware. The more adjectives there are in a non-fiction book, the more it usually betrays its author’s biases.”

Reading Breverton’s work, I’m always reminded that the best case against Ricardian spiel is logic and reason. I’m a great fan of his work.

#anon #terry breverton #henry vii #and dare i tag him? #r*chard iii #ricardians for ts

[bangtanniex]

Rain & Roses

Jeongguk rarely ever gets crushes. Honestly, he doesn’t really go out enough to get crushes. That is until he meets another omega and falls. Hard.

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Jeon Jeongguk was what many people called a hermit. That is, he rarely left the house unless it was absolutely necessary. His hyungs were always pretty concerned about this, but it didn’t worry them until he started paying for someone else to buy his groceries. That’s when Jimin decided that enough was enough and forced him to go out with him and his boyfriend, Taehyung. Normally he’d protest, not wanting to be the third wheel, but the man looked worried and so Jeongguk couldn’t say no.

Said man was walking back to his house after spending the afternoon with the couple. Honestly, it wasn’t nearly as bad as Jeongguk had suspected. The couple made sure not to leave Jeongguk out of anything, so he was satisfied.

Suddenly, Jeongguk began to pick up the faint scent of roses in the air, causing him to stop in his tracks. Usually, the man was wary of strange scents but something compelled him to follow it. As he got closer, the scent became almost palpable in the air and Jeongguk began to pick up a sweet undertone, giving the air a pleasant feeling.

“P-please, don’t,” a voice called out, causing Jeongguk to stop once again. Noticing that the scent seemed to permeate from the direction of the voice, he slowly crept closer. As he walked ever closer, Jeongguk saw an alleyway come into view. “Please!” the weak voice called out again, springing Jeongguk into action. As he turned into the alley, he saw two figures. An omega looking as if he’d fallen onto his knees and an alpha standing over him.

The omega’s scent, which Jeongguk realised belatedly as the one he’d been following, was rolling off of him in thick waves. His face was dark red and his cheeks were stained with tears. Jeongguk recognised these as signs of the omega’s heat. No doubt, the alpha had smelled the omegan heat as well and came to prey on the poor man.

Jeongguk was many things, but he most certainly was not very brave. He’d been forced to watch horror films by his hyungs during their weekly movie night, and they always ended with Jeongguk having to cuddle with one of them in order to fall asleep. So, he was definitely not brave. If he was being honest, alphas had always made him nervous, especially if he was alone with them. He was not brave. But he also wasn’t about to walk away and let this omega be attacked by some sick alpha.

“Hey!” he yelled. Probably not the most effective thing, but it managed to grab the alpha’s attention. The man looked up at Jeongguk in shock before his expression melted into a vile smile.

“Oh, another bitch-” Jeongguk flinched at the derogatory term. “-wanna play with us little omega?”

“Leave him alone!” Jeongguk managed to say without his voice shaking too much. The alpha snorted.

“And what if I don’t?” The man turned to Jeongguk and he cringed as he noticed that the man’s pants were unzipped. The alpha made wide strides towards him and made a move to grab him, but Jeongguk reacted quickly. His hyungs didn’t force him to take martial arts for nothing. Jeongguk grabbed the man’s outstretched hand and pulled him in and delivered a harsh knee to the alpha’s solar plexus. The alpha wheezed and coughed as he collapsed on the dirty ground. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass, Jeongguk quickly ran past the alpha to the omega, who was staring at him in awe.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Jeongguk whispered as he heaved the man into a standing position. He half carried the omega out of the alleyway.

“Thank goodness someone finally helped,” the man murmured so quietly, Jeongguk almost didn’t catch it. Said man was suddenly infuriated by the number of people who probably noticed what was happening but just walked away.

“Where do you live?” Jeongguk asked the man.

“Other side of town,” he slurred in response. Jeongguk released a quiet curse.

“My place is closer, so I’m gonna take us there. Is that okay?” The omega hummed.

“You're like me, so I trust you…” Jeongguk took that to be an okay and started walking them in the direction of Jeongguk’s house. As they walked, Jeongguk tried to keep the man awake by offering small talk. The omega was most likely in between heatwaves and was probably exhausted.

“What’s your name?”

“Yugyeom.”

“Yugyeom,” Jeongguk tested the name out. He felt Yugyeom looking at him and he turned to him. The man was staring at him with a sparkle in his eyes.

“I like the way you say my name,” he whispered. Jeongguk blushed. “I like the way you smell, too,” Yugyeom continued, causing Jeongguk to blush harder. “Like rain after a drought… Petrichor~” He murmured a few more incoherent phrases.

Luckily, Jeongguk could see them approaching his place and he quickened their pace. He was reaching into his pocket for his keys when he smelled Yugyeom’s scent thicken up, signifying an upcoming heatwave.

“Fuck,” he cursed and he rushed to get them inside his house before the man’s wave hit.

“Wait!” Yugyeom suddenly said, just as Jeongguk managed to get his door open. “My friends will worry if I’m suddenly gone.”

“I can message them for you?” he offered. Yugyeom smiled at him before his face contorted and he blushed furiously. A sweet scent filled the air and Jeongguk own face turned red as he realised what happened. Yugyeom whined and pouted.

“Ah, I’m so embarrassed!!” With that, Jeongguk pulled them both inside and shut and locked the door.

“I have a spare room you can use,” Jeongguk supplied as he walked them through the house. As they got into the room, Jeongguk gently laid the other man down onto the bed. “‘Gyeom, where’s your phone?” The man groaned and flipped over to his stomach, indicating that it was in his back pocket. Gently, and without groping the man too much, Jeongguk grabbed his phone. He must not have been that careful because Yugyeom’s back suddenly arched and he released a low moan, the air filling with the sweet scent again. Jeongguk blushed and rushed out of the room.

Yugyeom’s phone buzzed a few times and Jeongguk opened up the most recent chat.

As Jeongguk put down the phone, he realised how much his place smelled like Yugyeom and his stomach clenched in pleasure. Unknowingly, he took a deep breath to draw in more of the scent. Suddenly, his stomach clenched again and he felt some slick drip into his pants. Jeongguk turned bright red and whined aloud. Yugyeom had unwittingly set off his heat a whole week early.

#bts au #bts social au #bts social media au #bts fic #social au #social media au #yugkook #yugyeom #got7 yugyeom #jeongguk #bts jungkook #got7 fic #got7 social media au #r&r

[mcuntainbcrn]

@risingsol​ said: 😏 - for whichever verse... or both

How physically attracted they are to your muse

Pre-Fall: She isn’t - she recognizes she likes being close to him, but is still very much at war with her own mind and does what she can to ignore it. Abyss: Very much so - she thinks every inch of his is gorgeous and she enjoys as much closeness as she’s afforded

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

Pre-Fall: Not much at all - at least not in a way she recognizes or cares to acknowledge since it means she has something to lose. Abyss: Incredibly so - she loves him so damn much and every time he ventures out of the darkness, she watches him leave, quietly terrified that this will be the time he doesn’t come back.

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

Pre-Fall: She doesn’t think about it at all - unless it’s prompted by someone else, it doesn’t cross her mind. Abyss: Same as above - she doesn’t honestly think about it; it’s one of those very in the moment things where if it happens, it happens and she revels in the closeness more than anything else.

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

Pre-Fall: She wouldn’t so...no where Abyss: Wherever they happen to be that leads to them having sex - she really isn’t picky since given Aether’s command over the abyss mages and lecters, none approach the two when they’re together and her biggest no go is being seen or heard.

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

Pre-Fall: She doesn’t think about it so she doesn’t care to wonder Abyss: See above - she doesn’t think about it, nor does she particular care if he is or isn’t so long as it’s him.

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

Pre-Fall: None please - again, she doesn’t view them in a sexual sense presently Abyss: She doesn’t particularly care what he calls her so long as it’s not derogatory [she may have a bit of a soft spot for being called princess despite physically cringing when being called as much by the mages and lecters of the abyss)

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

Pre-Fall: None Abyss: Biting/Scratching...she’s not particularly kinky but she’s open to allowing her partner explore a little - her only hard no is bondage due to trauma.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

Pre-Fall: She’s not interested in having sex with him Abyss: Slow and sensual is fine, but there are bound to be times where Aether’s been gone for an extended period of time where it gets a lot rougher due to pure desperation from having been apart for so long, and that is just fine too; she prefers a heavier hand due to her sensory issues anyway.

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

Pre-Fall: Friendship, but that feels undeserved as far as she’s concerned. Abyss: A typical couple with a healthy, happy relationship

#a whole ass idiot: ooc #risingsol #vortex stellaris: aether #ship: the heart i call home #v: genshin impact #au: into the abyss

[mysmess-seol-blog]

Jumin Route Day 6 - Korean vs. English Comparison

Hi there♡

Thanks for the kind words in regards to my previous blog! You make a really good point, I should really consider doing that later when I have the time...now I feel very cautious when I post because I didn’t think it would actually just vanish without warning. Thanks for the advice!

Also, I love that you gave me the specific chatroom that you would like a comparison and analysis for~ it really saves me time ^^ I would be happy to go through this with you!

I am going to assume you are meaning the conversation where they make fun of Jumin for his 감수성 폭발 (to put it simply, expressing his feelings like some sort of “explosion”--not exactly sure how to directly translate it). engrish tho

Also, this chatroom has a 707 being a troll in Korean moment that wasn’t translated in the English version so please check it out if interested ^^

I will definitely do a Korean to English comparison with this chat room for you~

If you have not gone through Jumin’s route or at least up to day 6, then I will give you a little spoiler warning ^^

Please note that although this is an analysis, there may be opinions that may differ or be consistent with mine! While I can give some sort of Korean background, for debatable topics, I do not represent all of the Korean minds for respective topics. Also, please excuse any errors or let me know if clarifications are needed, for English is not my first language! Thank you and enjoy!

Alright, so to begin, I will tell you that I was a little irked by this chatroom. I blame it completely on my bias for Jumin because if you guys haven’t noticed already he is my favorite RFA member (＃￣ω￣). I always want to protect him omfg.

Putting my irrational thoughts aside, thinking more rationally, I do find it a little upsetting to be pretty much teasing or making fun of someone who doesn’t really know how to express his emotions. Although, at first glance, I honestly didn’t think too much of it because of the humor standard I grew up with, personally.

I grew up with mean kids.

Sorry Zen, 707 I still love you.

This chat as we all know starts out with a little dialogue of sorts. It’s pretty similar but I’ll post it up anyways because that is where this all began.

Zen: The owner of the face that God had made a mistake on, (so weird literally translated lolol) Zen had come into the messenger to take a break after script reading. English translation: Zen, the most perfect looking human in this world, has come here to take a break after hours of script reading.

707: There, Zen had found an old diary. English translation: And there, he found an old diary.

Zen: The initials HJM were incised on it as opens it. English translation: Finding the initials JMH on the cover, he opens it.

707: The diary is filled with the writings of a sensitive boy/boy full of emotions. (literally translated to sensitive boy). English translation: And he finds the diary of a boy full of emotions.

Zen: Due to the tears of the boy. English translation: The words were all blurry.

707: The words were all blurry. English translation: due to the tears he shed.

Zen: It was touching. English translation: same as above.

707: ㅋ (k) English translation: lol

Zen: ㅋㅋ (kk) English translation: lolol

707: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (kkkkkkkkk) English translation: lolololololol

MC: Stop teasing him...; Jumin is having a really hard time... English translation: same as above

707: But still kkkkkk English translation: But still lololol

707: Jumin hyung English translation: Jumin got.

Okay, let’s stop there for a second. So I want to point out a little something before actually going on with explanations of any sort, and that is the ㅋㅋㅋ above.

It is the Korean equivalent to lol. There is also the ㅎㅎㅎ which is kinda like hehehe. Although I am not really sure what to say for that because I personally use ㅎㅎㅎ when I am mad LOL.

Anyways, yeah, that’s just a little tidbit for those that are interested in learning Korean ^^

On to the actual topic. Even though I was a little like, “nooo stop that’s not cool, Zen, 707...” can I just say that I am actually used to this kind of commentary in general? It is a lot less so the case for me, but when I see how my younger brother talk to his friend or “teases” them, this is absolutely nothing, and they are supposed to be best friends.

Like, Jumin and V material.

So mean when he’s drunk, I can’t.

Why is the drinking age 19 here? Who said it’s a good idea.

This kind of humor is...more than saying extremely common, it is seemed acceptable at times because like many, I am so used to getting teased and laughed at lolol. But not really in the sense that it is seen as ill-mannered or bad. It is just a way to have laughs? IDK I AM HAVING TROUBLE EXPLAINING IN ENGLISH THESE DAYS ASDFGHJKL The kind of 비웃는 놀리는 (laughing and teasing) humor.

I want to point out that I don’t really know much or am familiar with social networking styles in any other cultures other than Korea so I may not be the right person to ask when comparing other standards of humor, but in a sense, this could actually be pretty hilarious. This is pretty much the only majority English community that I am a part of, and so sometimes I am very unfamiliar with certain things.

Caught guilty for being mean to friends.

Lol, all jokes aside, while this kind of joking is acceptable, I feel like it’s a bit upsetting if there was someone like Jumin in the real world to get teased for expressing his emotions, something he doesn’t really do.

I’ll elaborate more on this around the end.

Alright, here’s another screenshot I want to show you guys because it is an example of trolling 707 that is not translated in the English version. Like I promised before the cut.

Zen: Why is Jumin, that jerk doing things that is hard to get used to? English translation: Why’s he being so weird like that?

Zen: It makes him less like a jerk;; English translation: Feels less like a jerk now;;

707: ㅇㅇ (yup yup) English translation: Ya

☆☆ 707: 신시얼리 (Sincerely romanized in Korean) ☆☆ English translation: Let’s be serious here.

☆☆ Zen: ...what? ☆☆ English translation: ...you? Serious?

☆☆ 707: sincerely ☆☆ English translation: Yeah, serious.

☆☆ MC: The first s is supposed to be capital. (OR, the other option is, let’s use Korean ^^) ☆☆ English translation: Yes, let’s be serious. (OR, the other option is, there’s something wrong with you too? ^^)

☆☆ 707: Whoaaaa! ☆☆ English translation: Yes!

☆☆ 707: I forgot! ☆☆ English translation: We should!

☆☆ 707: Sincerely. ☆☆ English translation: Okay.

☆☆ 707: There, better? lol ☆☆ English translation: Zen?

☆☆ Zen: Use Korean. ☆☆ English translation: Just act like you normally would.

707: Okay... English translation: Okie...

I laughed at this conversation despite Jumin’s situation because it was actually really funny. 707 is my inner spirit animal.

It is a shame that it isn’t in the English version though ㅜㅜ but if I think about it, it would be really hard to translate....

Well, that was just a little subject changer for laughs. On to the real topic.

I was stupid and I didn’t get the English versions for this part of the chat, but I do remember that they did not use the term, 주민 로봇설 in the translation version, which mean’s, Jumin’s Robot Theory/Rumor.

Zen and 707 are just going on about how they really thought that Jumin was like a robot.

Come on, Jumin is human too ><;;;

And as the anon said, the call you get as soon as this chat is over, it is just pretty much a sum up of this chat, except purely Zen. As much as I love Zen, sometimes I don’t really like that he says certain things about Jumin in this kind of close minded case? Not that I blame Zen though because he also was brought up in a rough past, but still.

My love for Jumin tho.

Of course, Jumin is also human, and him being a robot is just not possible even in this fiction world, and that is definitely unsettling for me. Especially since everyone has their moments, and with Jumin not being familiar with that kind of emotional expression, it is just natural.

Especially when there are so many scandals and whatnot coming out to the press about C&R and his father.

So all in all, I at first didn’t think much of the jokes that 707 and Zen made because of the kind of humor standard that I personally grew up with and listen through my life. All cultures are different you know? Not saying that Korean humor is derogatory or anything like that! It is just different. But when I think about it from a more broader point of view, I can see that there is actually some sort of unsettling feeling you can have because through Jumin’s route we can see how he was brought up and his inability to express his emotions.

That is, until MC comes along and helps him out ^^

To the anon that sent me this request, I wonder in what sense it makes you upset or cringe? Is it similar to my thoughts in the sense that even with Jumin acting human like everyone, Zen and 707 making these kinds of jokes? I would love to know if you have the chance.

To wrap up my thoughts, I will just say it really simply, if you see like my KakaoTalk or something to my friends, I am so mean. And they are supposed to be my friends lolol. But of course, at the same time, none of my friends are like Jumin, who have been brought up in that kind of hostile environment and has trouble expressing themselves.

That altogether I was worked up with. I would be like a nagging mother in that conversation the whole time like, “Zen, 707 stoooop ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ”

I might have put a little a lot of Jumin bias in this post, but even if it wasn’t Jumin, this is not cools ><;;;

I hope you were able to get a bit of my perspective! If you have any other requests please send them in~^^

- 류설♡

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