#even though i didnt make nearly as much as i am with this family

[kyunzin]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

✰ characters ✰ 𝐘. 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

✰ summary ✰ don’t say things you don’t mean, unless you do mean them. in that case eren can fulfil all your requests (f!reader)

✰ tags/warnings ✰ nsfw, ex!eren, alcohol use, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, cum eating, squirting. praise kink, overstimulation, pussy licking

✰ kyun’s note ✰ it’s been long overdue, two long fics in a row is tough gang dont do this at home. also sorry for any spelling mistakes i am sleep derived

it was definitely a good idea to go out with the girls

it was probably a bad idea to not send eren home with all the drinks you had earlier clouding your judgment

it was absolutely going to hurt in the morning but that is the last thing that's on your mind right now it will be a problem for later

you and eren had gotten together in high school and stayed together for the duration of high school. the both of you being fairly well known though he was more popular than you were.

the both of you had different passions and wanted to peruse different careers. him wanting to play basketball professionally and you didn’t really want to have a boring 9-5 either so you chose to be an influencer.

you both supported each other and both of you became very successful in what you did. eren signing with a good team and you having nearly up to a million followers. you made sure to go to every one of his games and he would be sure to mention you on his socials and even point to you at games.

the two of you even had a child together who both of your fans adored. you had him early in both of your careers and had enough money to support him growing up, the two of you thought that you would be able to live the rest of your lives as a family.

that was until about 4 years later when eren’s schedule became to hectic and he spent more time practicing and being out of the country for games to even be home with you, there was a gradual build up to that which you thought you could get through but in the end you realised it was too much for you and he accepted that.

in the end the both of you decided to spilt apart as is was just too much on you. both of your fan bases were sad to see their favourite couple break apart but you assured them that it was mutual and the two of you ended on good terms, deep down you still loved him but you let him go knowing it was for the better.

eren always made sure to send money to support both him and you even though you told him that he didnt need to send you money as well. he also did regular calls to check in to see how the both of you were doing, and when he was back in the country he made sure to see you if he could spending time with his son and even you.

you know he loved his son from the way he would always get souvenirs from countries when he was out and even got some jerseys from his sons favourite players even if he did pout complaining because he wasn’t his favourite.

this went on for about a year and it worked really well for the three of you, your sons fifth birthday passed with eren doing his all to be there buying him an expensive gift that your son absolutely loved. eren had lately had been spending more time over due to the season, there not being a lot of games and you decided you wanted to go out since it had been a while.

eren has said he would take care of your son while you went out with your friends saying that you deserved the time to have fun. he took your son over to his house so that you could get ready in peace telling you he would keep him for the weekend so you could relax.

once the both of them had left the house you called both sasha and mikasa telling them the plans and they decided to come over to help you get ready. they arrived soon with their things and the three of you started to get ready.

you had your hair and make up done all that was left was your outfit. you had no idea what to wear as it had been a long time since you had gotten dressed up like this, the girls made their way to you closet and started picking through your stuff looking for something for you to wear.

being pregnant had made big changes to you body which left you feeling less than confident after your giving birth but as the years went by some changes left and some stayed. for one your tits and ass filled out as well as you hips getting wider giving you a near hourglass figure.

you were pretty self conscious about your body but everyone around you encouraged you to embrace your new body as they said it made you look sexy and you believed them, looking at yourself differently you loved your new self.

the girls had picked out a dress you don’t even remember buying. a long-sleeve red dress that stopped just under you ass with red cross slits trailing down the side exposing some skin. you paired it with a classic set of black heels and a red bag to match.

the other two were also ready when you had finished getting dressed so you made sure you had everything you needed and sasha drove you to the club blasting music all the way there.

you got into the flub with no problem all of you being over the required age and the three of you went to get drinks to start your night off, weaving your way through the bustling crowd and over to the bar where you all order your first round of drinks keeping you tab open just in case you want to get more.

you and mikasa take a few more shots sasha only having a few being your designated driver for the night not that she really needed any as she would be asked to have just as much fun either way. after you finished your drinks the three of you moved over into the dancing crowd losing yourselves to the music.

you swung your body to the beat of the music sasha in front and mikasa behind you, your as shaking with every sway of your hips. you could tell that many men wanted to join you but you could see both of the girls pushing the away as they know about your lingering feelings for eren.

the song changes and you recognise it as ‘mad at me by sexxy red’ realising that you know the lyrics and you start singing it along with the others in the room, knowing it lyric for lyric shaking your ass to the beat people around you dancing to the music.

when the next line come on you shout it out like there's no tomorrow “fuck me like you mad at me baby, I need a freak to drive me crazy!” and you sing the rest of the song with the same passion until it finishes and you’re out of breath.

the next song plays and you feel all the energy you had from before now depleted and decide to go pay for your last drink of the night leaving sasha and mikasa on the dance floor.

it didn’t take long for you to reach the bar and pay but on your way back to the girls some one stopped you trying to pull you for a dance. but you quickly pushed them away not in the mood walking to your friends even faster.

you get to the girls in record speed in no time though all the remaining energy you had no completed, the girls notice this and decide it’s time for you all to go home.

you drip mikasa home first knowing she has to go to bed for work in the morning. and then sahsa takes you back to your house with you dozing off on the way back. you didn’t even realise that you had faleen asleep until you felt sasha gently shake you awake.

thanking her for the ride home you wish her a safe journey back walking up to your front door, stumbling on the short walk due to the alcohol still flowing in your system. checking the time to see that it was almost past midnight and you know that your son should have gone to bed ages ago feeling bad that you couldn’t tell him goodnight.

when you walk in it takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the light which you were sure you turned off when you left, squinting only to see a figure sitting on the couch. you take off your heels setting them to the side and look up to see the figure still there.

once your eyes get accustomed to the light you realise that’s it’s eren sitting there who has been sitting there staring up at you since you walked in, and you think maybe you’re just hallucinating from the alcohol in your system but upon further inspection you realise that he’s actually there.

“eren? what are you doing here? where’s my baby?”

for a second he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you up but then he speaks up.

“c’mere here baby”

the space between you brows crease at the pet name but you move towards him nonetheless, coming to stand up in from of him looking down at him.

“I dropped him off at my mums place, don’t worry about him for now”

he gently pulls you down to straddle you making your dress ride up a little bit, leaving the two of you face to face. you don’t instantly question his actions but your face conveys your confusion, but instead of saying anything he just sits there rubbing slowly up and down your thighs spread over him.

“what’s going on, is something wrong?”

but instead of answering your question he laughs and pulls out his phone swiping though as if looking for something.

“how about you tell me what this is about first”

you’re confused at first but then once the video starts playing your eyes widen in shock. it’s a video of you in the club singing to “mad at me” shouting the lyrics to the song.

“wanna explain this to me”

he’s still smiling as he says it and you know there's no way to get out of this. there's no possible excuse he would believe after seeing that, which brings up the question of where he got it from.

“who took this video and how do you have it”

he turns off his phone slipping it back into his joggers the action causing you to shift in too of him, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as to not fall off him.

“it was posted online and someone sent it to me, and don't try change the subject. what’s this about you wanting to fuck. if you wanted some dick all you had to do was say so princess. you know i never say no to you baby”

in truth it had been a while since you were active, though it was mainly because of your lack of time due to taking care of you son as well as working.

part of it had to do with the fact that no dock would be able to compare to eren's. the way he would fuck you was to good for you to ever try it with anyone else.

you had kind of missed this intimate part of your relationship, you knew eren wasn’t the type of guy to sleep around and you are sure if he did you would have found out by now and you didn’t want to seem to desperate by asking him about his life without you as you respected his privacy as he did yours.

“why you silent for pretty, aint got nothing to say or did you really mean what you said. what was it again, you wanted me to fuck you like I was mad at you cause I can do that baby if it’s what you want, do you want that?”

as you contemplate your answer you notice his hands don’t stop but smile drops a serious look falls over his face. he probably knows that your drunk and no os giving you a way out of this.

knowing him if you said no he would step back and act as if it didn’t happen. the thing is that you do want this to happen, maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re just really pent up and horny but you don’t see a reason to decline his offer.

you nod your head to agree but he doesn’t seem satisfied with that hands stopping to grip at your thighs squeezing them lightly.

“no princess, I need words. you say yes we continue. say no and I’ll take you to bed and go back home, answer me properly”

knowing this is your last chance to back out you appreciate his efforts in order to confirm your consent and it just gives you even more reason to say yes, knowing that he’s being respectful even though he couldn’t have done what he wanted knowing you have no way of defending yourself in this state.

“yes eren, I want this. I want you. fuck me please, i need you“

you hardly have time to register what’s happening before he’s lifting you up and making his way to your old shared bedroom. you wrap you legs around his firm torso and cling onto him tighter, even though you know that there no way he will drop you.

“only since you asked me so nicely, I’ll give you what you need don’t worry baby”

the two of you reach the bed room in record speed and eren gently sets you down on the edge of the bed kneeling down in front of you both of his hands still on the side of your thighs looking up at you with a mischievous grin.

his mouth latches onto you barely clothed sex sucking on your clit in a way that has you gasping out in ecstasy. it’s no lie to say that eren knows every inch of your body inside and out. he knows all the things that make you squirm and scream. where to touch and lick as well as h to e spots indie you that make your arch into his touch.

he moves on from sucking on your clit like a mad man thirsting for water and moves down to you dripping whole, sinking his tongue into your tight heat that hadn’t had any attention for a while. not that there weren’t a few visits from your bullet vibrator it just couldn’t make you cum the way you did when eren would fuck you.

“fuck, she really missed me didn’t she ma?”

the way he’s talking to your pussy has you rolling your eyes, but they then roll for a different reason as he adds one finger teasing his way inside of you alongside his hot tongue. “oh fuck, ‘ren don’t stop please” your hand reaches for his head gripping his hair causing it to fall loose as you pull his face further into your cunt.

both his tongue and fingers pistoling into you at a harsh pace so he not surprised when you end up cumming into his mouth as he starts to suck on your clit. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers inside you until you stop cumming and your moans die out, though your legs still tremble slightly due to the force of your orgasm.

“we aint done yet princess, you said you wanted to be fucked right and that’s what you’ll get. flip over”

you may be a bit drunk but that doesn’t stop you from turning over at the speed of light making you a bit lightheaded but you do regret it as you miss when eren pulls of his top and steps out his trousers and boxers, kneeling back behind you slapping his cock against your ass cheeks.

“you ready for me baby?”

he watches as you nod your head eagerly and lines his cock up with your pussy sliding in with predicted ease, filling out all the way to the hilt. both of you let out moans of pleasure “fuck- I missed you” you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy but you’re to full and stretched out to care. it would be an understatement to say that you also missed the fill of his cock. it was more like the longer you were apart the more you craved to feel him.

he was feeling sympathetic knowing that it had been a while since you had fuck him, or anyone for that matter, but when you start to rock back into him letting out small mewls of pleasure he decides not to hold back. “such a desperate whore, you cant wait to fuck yourself on my cock huh?” his words are accompanied by a hard slap to your ass causing your movements to stagger with a loud moan of “f-fuck, you’re taking too long”

he lets you move as you please for a few more moments before growing impatient and gripping your waist slamming his hips into yours. “d-daddy- fuckk!” you cant see it but you can hear the smirk as he says “you like it when daddy fucks you like this don’t you?” as he sends another harsh thrust you way, rocking the bed with the force of his thrust.

he continues with his timely thrust with the occasional slap to your ass, oscillating between that or squeezing it in both hands and playing with the fat. he can feel the way you clam down on him when he does that, knowing your body inside and out plays well in is favour, not so much in yours.

he spares no energy with is thrusts as he knows you like it when he's rough with you, fucking you into the soft sheets wit vigour, deep strokes hitting your cervix every time, the tip brushing against your sweet spot on every quick roll of his hips.

he's not surprised when he begins to hear your familiar slurred pleas of " daddy please. 's too much. slow down" to which he does the opposite and uses one and to steady your waist and the other one to hold your neck keeping your back arced "remember, you asked for this princess," your unable to move, sheets bunched up in your hands, hips held high by him, face pressed into the bed.

"made it loud and clear waat you wanted and now im giving it to you"

the slick sounds of sex circulate the room, your nonsensical moans bouncing off the walls in the room along with his skin slapping against yours as he hammers is cock into your dripping pussy. "since you asked for it m sure you can take it like a good girl cant you? noting you havent done before"

you can feel is cock start to pulse inside you and you know that he's close , and you're on the verge of release, with the way eren's pounding into you you doubt you'll be able to last much longer as well as the fact that its been ages since your last fuck, which was eren.

"next time you want something, just fucking ask"

the last three words of his sentence are each punctuated with a harsh trust, sending you over the edge as you begin to squirt all over is cock and onto the sheets below you. he can feel the way your pussy spasms around is cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, slowing down to ease you through it.

"that's it cum on daddy's cock, its all fucking yours baby, nobody can have me but you"

its only a couple more languid trusts until he's spilling is hot seed inside you with a groan of your name on his lips, hips stuttering as his grip tightens enough in a way you're sure will leave marks in the morning, body doubling over your trembling frame while he locks his hips with yours, emptying is tick load deep into your pussy.

only wen he's sure that there's no more does e finally pull out of your near limp body and gently rolls you over onto your back. peppering kisses down your torso till he settles between your legs were he begins to suck the cum out of you, causing your legs to clam around is head.

"nononono- fuck. i cant, s too much no more."

he's relentless not stopping even as your and tug at his air, pushing is tongue deep into your pussy and licking your mixed juices out of you. "just one more baby, i know you can give it to me" he's not wrong as only a second after he presses his thumb to your clit, you're cumming for the third time that evening shaking in is hold.

after tat e makes sure to clean you out as best as he can, dressing you into comfortable clothes. after cleaning himself he carries you to the guest bedroom and tucks you in deciding to leave until you reach out to him pulling him back.

he ends up wit is arms wrapped around you and your head tucked underneath is, drifting into a deep sleep. you're sure that in the morning the two of you will have a lot of things to talk about.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

#✰𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒✰ #eren x black reader #eren smut #eren aot #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger x reader #aot smut #aot #black y/n #black reader #black women #eren yaeger smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger #eren x you #eren x black fem!reader #aot x black y/n #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x female reader

[unikron-kitten-kat]

are your request open??? if so what about a short little scenario of a trans ftm s/o coming out to slenderman and then lots of reasurring and loving!!

Ahxudbejeh wait no bcs one of my paired ocs for Slenderman is trans ftm-

Slenderman didnt even know until the first time Zackary let Slender see him neked-

When you came out to him, there was a long silence.

He had cocked his head, like a confused dog.

"You're.... What??"

"I.. I'm trans.."

His head tilts the other way.

"What is a... Trans??"

It clicks in your head finally. Though, you suppose it makes sense, being as old as he is coupled with the fact he is a recluse, it would have been highly likely the Slenderman doesn't know about the LGBTQ+ community.

You hesitate for a second, trying to find the right words.

"A trans person is someone who was born one gender, but that gender felt so wrong for them to be, so they try and become the other gender."

"So... You are a.. Woman.. Who needs to be a Man?"

"I suppose you could say it like that. I didn't realize you wouldn't understand what Trans meant," you pause then continue", because a good majority of the others here are either gay or bi I thought you knew about the Trans aspect of it.."

He tilts is head again.

"I do not understand what you are talking about."

"Oh.. Well, being gay is when a man likes other men, and lesbian is just the girl version for that. Bi is when someone likes both genders."

He hums. Then asks, "Why did you seem afraid to tell me?"

You inhale deeply. "Because, in the society I was born into isn't always so accepting. I was pretty much ostracized from my family when I came out to them.. And the same happened to one of my friends who came out as gay to his family.."

He buzzed before speaking again, "Well I don't see how the way you feel should affect our relationship, bärchen.."

Tears nearly welled in your eyes as he picked you up.

He chuckled as he picked you up, "Come here my little Darling."

"If you are so easily enthralled with a being the rest of your people find demonic and monsterous, I don't see why I can't return the favor?"

The lump in your throat makes it hard to speak, so all you could do really was smother your face into Slenderman's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Are you satisfied with your wardrobe, liebchen? Or should we go shopping, or speak with Trender?"

You muffled an "Iunno" sound while shrugging your shoulders. You really just wanted to snuggle.

So that's what you two did, until lunch time. Slenderman opted to go out. There was a new resturant rising up in Hell, and he wanted to try it out.

Getting yourself dressed in an outfit of nicer appearance, you froze finding Slenderman at your door, face completely red, and tentacles stiff.

"Y.. You good, Slendy?"

He seemed to snap out of it, clearing his throat and stumbling heavily over his words.

"Y-yes, I am fi-fine, h..handsome. I'll.. Uh.. Its... Re.. Really warm. I'm really w-warm."

He pulled his collar from his skin and hastily left.

You looked down to your outfit. Suit. It was form fitting, but not to the point of choking your body. (Oh. So Slenderman is the simp now?)

You blushed when it suddenly clicked he was flustered over you.

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Mayyyybbee B^

Mayyybeee..

MAYBE I'll make a part two with a lunch scene B>

Maybe...

#creepypasta #slenderman #slenderman x reader #slenderman x male reader #slenderman x male!reader #slenderman x malereader #slenderman x trans y/n #ftm reader #creepypasta x malereader #creepypasta x male!reader #creepypasta x male reader

[mugentakeda]

i just loveeeee the idea that there was a big gap of understanding between lu ten and iroh the same way theres a big gap of understanding between zuko and iroh. mistakes that iroh didnt realize he made with his son he then also made with his nephew and still not realizing it. a whole world of things about lu ten that iroh didnt know about, and will never know about. im gonna talk about it though because i am insane so look away from my cringe

lu ten had gone to his father with problems before, and iroh cant help but wonder, now, if his son had ever been trying to imply deeper things in between sugarcoated words because there were things you just didnt say in the palace, and irohs head had been so far up his ass he hadnt seen it. despite it being waved practically right in his face by his son, desperate for sound advice from his father, whos brain was too waterlogged by thoughts of how he was going to pull off his next bloody conquest. like how zuko was always howling for help, hurt and confused like a cornered animal, hidden deep under his fits of rage, and irohs head was Still so far up his ass that he kept meeting zukos silent begging for straightforward guidance with convoluted proverbs. he can sit here and bury his face in his hands in shame over the sheer amount of times hed failed his nephew without realizing, and how much convincing it'll take to get his nephew to understand that yes, iroh did fail him so many times, and he couldve prevented so much suffering simply by holding himself to the same standards he held his nephew to. all those times during those three years before the avatar returned that he couldve done something. sit here and think about how sad it is that he has to even try hard to convince his nephew such a thing, how sad it is that he finally got zuko to stop seeing ozai as some all-wise god that can do no error as a father, just for zuko to start seeing iroh as some all-wise god that has done no error as an uncle. but he can at least go and do something about it. he can never do something about what he did to his son. the things he knows he did, the things he doesnt know he did, and everything in between. he will never find out what lu ten truly thought about him. he will never have that reconciliation, that silent scream of relief and violent shiver in the crook of his neck that zuko gave when iroh yanked him in close after their separation, with his lu ten. he just has to hear about his own son through word of mouth and somehow be content with that. and worst of all, its all his own and his god damned family's fault. no amount of healing and learning by trying to do right by zuko and the world he helped nearly ruin not much more than a half decade ago can act as a balm for the agony that brings him. he knows healing his guilty conscience isnt supposed to even be a reason for why he helped the avatar, but god- it's when the rationality leaves him and he realizes that this is something he cant seem to make himself be the bigger person in. he knows its his own fault, that there are hundreds- thousands, maybe- of earth kingdom sons he personally stole from earth kingdom fathers, and only gave up on his siege when the consequences of his war came into his own backyard, but he cant help it. doesnt want to help it. hes still angry and hateful anyway. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. and if he tells zuko about how much he still hates himself as both an uncle and a father, zuko will definitely rush to reassure him, all the while he is chained to his desk and meetings day in and day out, fixing this uncles mistakes best he can, losing sleep and forgetting to eat. none of it will mean anything to zuko, if it means he can make his uncle feel better. and if that happens, iroh might actually vomit in front of his nephew.

#i love when characters outright refuse to heal or move on!!!! yayyy!!!!!!!!! three cheers for bitterness and hate forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #making lu ten a personality and then remembering hes lit dead so so cool. Like hes just dead. he will never come back. No plot armor #sometimes... characters having unsatisfying unhappy ends.... is the best. #THIS NIGHT HAS OPENED MY EYES.... AND I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN........................ #HE SAID HED CURE YOUR ILLS... BUT HE DIDNT AND HE NEVER WILL.................................... #(starts vomiting blood everywhere #i should tie this with my hcs about ursa and lu ten being close cus they were left alone together in the palace a lot #and how lu ten helped shoulder a kind of deranged amount from her by basically co parenting zuko and azula with her #meanwhile ursa was a grown adult and lu ten was like . 15 #oh the curses of being the eldest sibling oh the horrors #atla

[visionthefox]

I agree, it felt like Sun wasn't saying everything, and hasn't for a very long time, and the only time when he speaks his mind are his outbursts, and those are just yelling and screaming rather than processing things, it makes sense though why he'd be like that When Old Moon was around, Sun couldn't talk things out with him because Old Moon rarely had a supportive response, and more often than not he was ignored, brushed off, mocked, belittled, or had it turned on him, and while New Moon is better in that he has voiced support for Sun, after everything with Old Moon and New Moon sharing the anger and some of the habits, Sun may not feel like he can open up with New Moon Lunar is their little brother, who isn't the most mature, and he also has a lot with all the astral stuff going on, and when he was first introduced he was Old Eclipse's ally, and while he has moved far past that since then, it all does not make him the best candidate for it either Earth is great with this stuff, but as you've said, family members should not be therapists for their family, it's just too close to be effective most of the time, I also wonder if he feels like he can't open up because she's family, that he doesn't want to burden her with his much darker thoughts, or because of the stuff happening with the Creator before getting rid of Forgor every time Sun or Moon would talk about the Creator Earth would have a negative reaction, both might be a reason why he doesn't want to open up to her though I personally feel like its because he doesn't want to burden her Monty would more likely make fun of Sun as Monty doesn't take Sun seriously, not like he does with both Moons, and Foxy I am not sure about, are they anything more than acquaintances because of the whole FC thing? Sun never got close enough to Solar for them to have a connection despite Solar having a positive effect on the others, like how he was giving Earth therapy for her issues And nevermind counting on anybody else Sun basically doesn't have nor feel comfortable talking genuinely with anybody around him, he never has, and I can't see anybody besides maybe Earth being able to help him process everything in a way that isn't screaming, that is not good for mental health in the long-run, he needs someone that can get him to talk, and that he can talk things through with, who can take the darkest stuff with maturity and empathy, at least that's what it feels like to me

yeyeye im with ya anon! Sun is keeping A LOT of things hidden and locked on his mind. and I can tell if is actually a canon move or more of a bias look of our side since for us? makes sense he just-- cant ! he cant be as open because his issues arens as easy as " I feel less" or "im stress out" is way deep.. this dude is been alive over 12 years now- 10 years of Moon hitting him, mocking him , telling how stupid he is, how he pushed him aside- Golden never sided with Sun unless he was begging him to.. now sure, he has nice people around, but after having to bottle up your feelings over 10 years, is not easy to let go.. the time he did he got locked in a bunker to be forced to look at himself.. how much did that silly move on OldMoon damage him? enough to make him worry to speak up too much. Eclipse had to say some truth to Sun.. he is rather violent when he lets go of his fear.. (I totally believe Eclipse didnt give him the power to lift Monty to a wall, nah , that was all Sun's force! he never dare to use) I feel with Earth is both - dont want to stress her out and lack of trust, she's been a sister for 2 half years.. for me? is not enough time for Sun to even let her know all of his issues.. he cant tell how well she will reach to him being too open to what he feels and how he thinks on his dark moments.. and those issues are.. down deep and bad, as I showed once, his self steem is nearly up but not enough, he still thinks he is too stupid to help! when he literally was capable of so much! he feels he's weak, he killed a wither storm! , and the "you used to be happy" or "you look better now" dont help at all when he is here, sitting after a shock, walking in after being left alone for too long, putting on a happy ask again.. I know she NOT meant any harm, but in her own shock she wants to think he is ok.. now, we need to also keep in mind, the support did helped him, to at least let go for some bad habits! but we can see its not a constant help, specially now, he feels less due to this all.. (I had a test over his drinking but thats off topic) ANYWAYS YES YES YOU RIGHT ANON! as a whole Sun is a liar, who hides his true self under a "im all ok" smile, when he cant, he lets out sooo small pieces of the bigger image, and when he sense is "not the best time" he puts his mask again. now.. Will Moon notice the mask? Old Moon didnt.. will he try to TALK to him? face to face? or will rather do the "go talk to her, I cant help you" when all Sun needs is to FACE his brother and know he HEARS him.. Old Moon never cared to try.. so Sun can only Assume NewMoon is just the same way.. he cant bring himself to care when "theres a bigger issue here!"

#tsams #sams #ask #man I love these long ass ask I love it #we can just talk like madmans over a shitty show hhaha

[veresk-is-back-at-it-again]

sometimes im genuinely surprised at how many people . genuinely ship cal and merrin? ESPECIALLY in the second game?

like dont get me wrong people can ship whatever they want but the way fandom latched onto calmerrin as THE ship for cal is ... weird to me? especially since we have bode? because for me calmerrin dynamic kind of. falls apart. in the second game. long rant below

so for me calmerrin were not a. GOOD. ship in the first game. not because i didnt like their dynamic- i thought it was kind cute and they had potential to grow together- but mostly because i absolutely headcanon them as a gay/lesbian duo. i genuinely thought that they worked best as friends- platonic soulmates, who find comfort in each other not in a desperate, romantice fire way, but in a way you sought comfort from hot coals in the fireplace. they will warm you for a long time, despite never being a straight out fire. but even back then, i could see the appeal- they were both survivors, both forced to carry the weight of their cultures, trying to salvage what they can from the unforgiving empire. cal, despite the heartbreak and suffering was a hopeful, and optimistic person, while merrin needed someone to show that not everything was bitterness and anger.

but then the second game came. and the mantis team broke up (for reasons, and yeah, it does have a justification) and when merrin talked with cal (dont rememver if it was before or after the kiss) she said that they didn’t share that unique survivor bond. at some level, it makes sense- there WERE a lot of families that got torn apart by the empire. but for me, her words didnt make a sliver of sense- their bond wasnt that of orphans, their bond was that of (basically) the sole survivors of entire cultures- not just their family was killed, their very existence as a jedi and a nightsister was paradoxal. because they didn’t just have to live on- they had to rebuild, scrap by scrap, inch by a blood-earned inch their cultures. thousands of years of traditions, language, practices. and then merrin tells cal that- that it wasnt unique? that their bond was no more than that of orphans? it didnt sit right with me.

and of course, cal changed. cal isnt nearly as hopeful- he still hopes, of course, but he became hardened, more bitter and anxious (and it probably has to do with him losing his third family. like. seriously. my man has at this point a very much worsening cocktail of survivors guilt, ptsd, attachment issues and lord knows what else). merrin is older now, she is more experienced, but she didnt really... change, i think. maybe she is more optimistic, though we didnt see it properly.

also can i say something, since we’re all here anyway? why the fuck was greez the only one to hug that kid when meeting cal after all this time? genuinely. like, what is up with that? cere and merrin barely pat his shoulder. would it kill them to give cal a hug? this is why greez is my favorite, his love isnt carefully contained and hidden.

back on track. so in the first part, we had this wonderful mix- cal would be the bright-eyes, optimistic counterpart to merrins guarded, and cautious presence. but in this game the only way i see them having a similar bond is merrin helping cal to fight the darkness which is... okay, i guess. but there is no back and forth. i dont see how they could make each other better people. i dont see how they could work as anything but platonic soulmates. to me, cal doesnt want merrin- he doesnt truly want her as his romantic partner. he wants people to stop leaving him.

this is probably very messy and maybe doesnt make sense, but cut me some slack, i am barely functional on my best days.

#jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #star wars #star wars jedi survivor #long rant #istg people at this point ship calmerrin bc they want their mc to have a goth gf

[bulletproofscales]

a helping knot

i wrote this during finals, i am not proud of it at all, but i really wanted to write but didnt have the brains to produce something good. JJAJAJAJ so read at your own risk

summary: taehyung never paid attention to his roommates heats, but his late presenting as an alpha makes him suddenly a lot more interested...and worried.

tags: omegaverse , a/b/o , omega yoongi , baby alpha taehyung , heat sex , sexual tension , fat yoongi , pov alternating

6.8k words

link in ao3

Yoongi is quite spiteful, in the best of ways. So much so, that when Taehyung presented as an alpha, he wasn’t about to move out, or kick his roommate out either. When he emerged from what had clearly been his very first rut to their cramped living room, at the ripe age of 22; Yoongi didn’t even budge. 

Yes, he had assumed that Taehyung was a beta all these years when he met him in that dreadful philosophy class (that Yoongi should’ve taken in his first year but quietly pushed further and further away until he couldn’t avoid it). And the sweetheart freshmen got to him, with a boxy smile and clingy nature, but soothing voice and contemplative speeches. At a time where his roommate was leaving to study abroad and the omega desperately needed someone to share rent with. 

The semester was barely finishing when Yoongi proposed the idea to him.

Even when he thought Taehyung was a beta, Yoongi tried his best to keep all things omega out of sight. And yes, Taehyung would never mind if his roommate brought someone over to spend the heat with (not that he had any contendants, but the thought is nice), or nested outside his room, or was a little too loud with his whines when the first wave hit. But he was a beta, and Yoongi felt just a little bit protective over his roommate; not wanting to show him or burden him with stuff he wasn’t instinctively prepared to handle. 

However, now that Taehyung presented as a late-bloomed alpha… Yoongi hid all things omega for a completely different reason. 

Taehyung knew that there were a lot of things he didn’t know. Of course, all unpresented teens get the same biology class, and he likes to think he always had at least a basic understanding of omega anatomy; never got any complaints. 

But there's so much he was missing out, things that couldn’t just be explained to someone that doesn’t feel it. Or at least he has been struggling to translate any of the new…additions to his body now that he presented… 

Or maybe he is just too humiliated to talk about them, even if they’re obvious. 

The increased appetite, finally matching the omega’s; except  Taehyung’s metabolism seemed to burn everything. Though, if the way his shirts were fitting snug around his shoulders, chest and arms were anything to go by, more than burning it, it was just transforming into muscle. 

His senses were overwhelmingly acute, most people wore scent blockers in the outside world… But going into Yoongi’s room was nearly impossible for him now, pretty much drowning in the omega’s citric smell (he could never quite put a finger on it before but now.

Taehuyng is for sure it smells like oranges and pancakes). Sometimes just painfully aware of his presence in the kitchen while the alpha studied on the couch, ever present and itching at a part of his brain he didn’t know how to satisfy. 

He also found himself lashing out more than usual, sensitivity and irritability running high at the slightest thing where he had once been calm and collected. Though he is getting better at detecting it and stopping his little tantrums, at least. Though it has been incredibly embarrassing for his family and friends, and even Yoongi to quickly blame it on his hormones. And that's not the worst of it. 

No one told Taehyung about the boners. 

He already went through puberty, there is no reason why an added knot at the base of his dick (that he had been quite fascinated by the first few times, but it got old now) should mean any increment in the amount of boners he gets throughout the day. 

Because yeah, there's several of them throughout his day now. It's never too drastic, nothing a bit of willpower and a painful press of his thighs can’t solve. Though when he is in their apartment he is guilty of standing up mid-movie night quite urgently. Yoongi’s scent definitely did nothing to help. And the alpha probably stinks up the place whenever the familiar but oh so dreadful arousal presses heat to his navel. 

Luckily, Yoongi didn’t mention any of it. No matter how blunt Taehyung was, the omega treated him as if nothing had changed. He was eternally grateful. 

Taehyung wishes he was as good at being subtle. 

His roommate went through heats, he knew that ever since meeting Yoongi. But it had never occurred to him what those heats looked like, or how the omega got through them; he had always been so secretive about them and Taehyung didn’t have space in his mind to think about them. Even if he was quite blunt about asking questions to his friends, alpha and omega alike, Yoongi was different. He had made such an effort of keeping things the same as they were with Taehyung’s late presenting. It would be inconsiderate to just ruin that by prodding into Yoongi’s subgender like that. 

The problem is, the alpha’s newfound instincts were on overdrive, they have for this first month after his presenting. Urges to know, to look after Yoongi, to ask about his heats, to ask if he is taking proper care, to at least come in the breaks between waves to bring him water. Seokjin, the poor alpha that has been the subject of all of Taehyung’s whines and incessant questions, tells him it's normal. That as an omega so close to him, his instincts tell him the omega is part of a pack, or a possible mate he has to court, making him feel protective. 

But Taehyung doesn’t feel normal when it's 3:26 am, and the last time he saw Yoongi was after dinner when he excused himself saying that he: 1) wasn’t all that hungry 2) was feeling a bit feverish. Which the alpha knew where all symptoms of Yoongi’s heat starting. And even if it's been hours since then, he can’t possibly go to sleep. How could he when this enhanced senses torture him with the faint noise of Yoongi in the room infornt of his?

He can hear his cries, he can hear the way Yoongi helplessly makes his old bed creak. Moans not sounding pleasured but pained, unsatisfied, deprived of what he wants- what he needs. 

Every muscle in his body twitching to reach across the hall, just a few steps away…  Instincts urging between his ears endlessly. The shaky deep breaths he tries to take in an attempt to calm himself only fill his lungs with the slurty sweetened scent, the sour hint immediately striking him with the dissatisfaction that Yoongi feels. 

Dissatisfaction Taehyung could solve. He has what Yoongi needs. 

He manages to resist that first night, putting on his headphones and pressing his nose deep into his pillow. By the second night, his body starts to respond in selfish want; squirming against the bed as his boxers become tighter, his heartbeat faster. 

What's worse, Taehyung responded back. 

Unable to help himself as his thighs pressed together and his hand caressed at his navel. Not in hesitation, but rather to inhale at the faint caressing of the tips of his fingers against his burning skin, before sipping underneath the waistband. Groaning, in both frustration and pleasure at the feel of the nub at the base of his cock beginning to form already. And when he wraps his hand around it far too tightly, it's hard to tell if it's meant as a punishment or reward. Especially with the loud moan he lets out, shamelessly too consumed in his own instincts to stop it before it's out. The own sound of his voice freezing his movements. 

He takes a cold shower, not daring to come out until he hears (and smells) Yoongi’s wave die down. 

And by the third night, about halfway through Yoongi's heat, the alpha resorts to buying some Melatonin gummies on his way from class. Not that his dreams are any kinder. 

It's haunting, Yoongi’s cries too realistic that when he wakes up he can’t figure out if he heard them for real or not. But the images in his head, those are entirely on him: the omega’s teary eyes, his plump body shivering and squirming, ample thighs wet with slick. Rocking into his hand as he tries to fill himself, fails even with the long fingers deep in him. He needs more, he needs a knot, needs to breed. He needs Taehyung. 

This heat is eating him alive, the idea of Yoongi in pain and displeasure making his gut twist uncomfortably, and his fingers itch. And without the omega to ground him and work as the voice of reason and common sense through the entire hellish week. The first time Taehyung saw him after his heat, the alpha had distinct determination in his eyes when Yoongi walked into the kitchen. 

“Hyung, how are you feeling?” The worry is blatant in his tone. And it seems to startle the both of them, they never mentioned anything about Yoongi’s heats before. While Taehyung is just surprised he managed to voice his concerns at all. 

“Uh… Much better, I felt far too hungry to stay in bed.” Even with his puzzled look he still chuckles through his answer, endeared as he makes his way to prepare some breakfast. But to Taehyung this is just a reminder that Yoongi doesn’t eat through the entirety of his heat. Something he has suppoused since the first time, but now irks the alpha with a sudden desperation. 

“I could go get us something nice! Those leftovers are old…” They aren’t, Taehyung got that pizza yesterday. But he does not care, what matters is that there’s only two slices left of it, and that's not nearly enough to make up for all the meals Yoongi skipped throughout the heat. 

Yoongi eyes the food, sighing. “I don’t want to get dressed.” When he looks back at Taehyung his eyes have a plea, and his lips have a hint of a pout that's beginning to form. The kind that found its way at Taehyung’s heartstrings, to tug at them whenever he purses his lips. 

“You don’t have to! We can go to that drive-through donut place.” It's not uncommon for Taehyung to propose plans like this. He was a sweetheart before presenting as an alpha, thank you very much. But the urgency of it all, especially after Yoongi’s painfully long 5 day heat, was new. He’d feel shy, if this wasn’t how their dynamic always worked. Taehyung could convince Yoongi to do anything with him. 

That's a comforting thought for the conversation he wants to have later.

After Yoongi eats breakfast, though. If he wants to make it through the talk at all. 

The omega smiles, tiredly, but Taehyung already knows he’s got him. “Fine, but you’re driving.” He closes the pizza box and the alpha feels like victory. Not hiding the spread of his grin. A little “yes!” slipping out as he wordlessly rushes to get the car keys and slip his shoes on. Making an effort not to face Yoongi… He knows how sore the omega can be after a heat, it makes mobility a little hard…

His size doesn’t do Yoongi any favours either. Taehyung doesn’t need to turn to see the way the omega’s belly gets in the way of him reaching his toes, even as he sits down. And now he is thinking about it! Which he shouldn’t be!

“Done, let's go.” He sighs, hand heavy on the alpha’s shoulder. 

They’ve always been comfortable in silence around each other, living together does that to you. Or more like, Taehyung is comfortable with the omega’s silences. Has learnt he is listening and he doesn’t mind his little tangents he gets into. Yoongi just coaxes words out of him, in the best way. On the way to the car and during the drive Taehyung just told him about these past 5 days without the omega around. Getting small comments here and there from Yoongi, and that's all he needs. Taehyung feels relieved already that the heat is over and that he is getting his roommate something to eat so soon. 

A particularly strong sense of pride spreads across his chest when he leans over the speaker and doesn’t have to check to order Yoongi’s breakfasts. The  caring act running deeper than he ever remembered it. Something carnal in him being satisfied from finally being able to provide for Yoongi. Even if it's barely the amount he wishes he could give him. 

The soothing sensation is quickly replaced though, it was the same urge to provide that got him 5 of the most hellish days he’s experienced. That's why he has to do this. 

Taehyung waits until Yoongi is halfway through stuffing a donut into his mouth, boxed open on his lap; held in place snugly between the omega’s belly and the glove box of the car. Tries not to pay attention to the warmth in his chest and rather focus on the dread he’s been feeling all week. And, in an attempt to be as casual and subtle as he possibly can, the alpha asks. 

“So… how do your heats usually go?” Horrible delivery from his part, honestly. Voice tight and smile nervously as he tries not to eye Yoongi, keeping his hands tight on the steering wheel and eyes glued to the road. And it's either that or the question itself that makes the omega look puzzled if not a little bit indignant. 

It makes Taehyung feel like he is a teenager all over again, asking his parent’s crude questions about mating cycles. 

“The same as everyone else’s?” The hesitation on his voice is a bti ironic, considering he revealed absolutely nothing in his answer. But the alpha had expected this. 

“I don’t know if all omega’s go through such a hard heat every time…” Still keeping it cool, he purses his lips cutely. Barley daring to side eye Yoongi before quickly looking away. 

“It's not hard, I’m used to it.” It seems like the omega fully lost interest in the conversation as that last sentence comes out muffled by his resumed eating; dusting his cheeks and double chin with powdered sugar. Taehyung rather thinks that he is comfortable in the conversation; which is good, because he wasn’t done. 

“Heats aren’t meant to last more than 3 days, hyung. I know!! I asked!” Not such luck at keeping his cool this far, a whiny tone overtaking his entire speech as he turns to his roomate at the stop of a red light, eyes pleading and worried.  

“You need to stop asking Jimin. He is mated, it's not the same.” He deadpans as his hand reaches for the cup holder by the door, having to fold over, belly inevitably pressing to the poor cabroard box. Taehyung doesn’t know if it's the strain from the movement (he is still sore after all) or the exhaustion towards the alpha’s interrogation that makes him sound a little breathless. 

“He only mated a few months ago! And his heats were shorter ever since he started spending them with Jungkook!” Maybe his tone is a bit childish, even defensive. But the concern he feels is too much! He can’t spend another one of these knowing that Yoongi is withering in pain in his room just a few steps away from Taehyung. 

Any other person would recommend that Taheyung spent Yoongi’s heat elsewhere, far away from the omega. And maybe that's a conversation they would’ve had if Yoongi didn’t avoid talking about his subgender this much! But now it's too late, and Taehyung has another idea in mind. 

“So it doesn’t have to be with a mate, hyung.” His tone is gentler now, and Yoongi even dares to look him in the eyes because of it. “I could help.” And the vulnerability in his eyes is enough to stifle the way Yoongi chokes on his coffee. 

“What?? Taehyung-ah…” It hurts the way a smile is growing on his face, endeared, condescending. He is beginning to object and the alpha’s desperation is evident on his face. Similar to the whine that is about to slip from his mouth. 

Luckily it doesn’t. “Why not?” His tone manages to be gentle despite his urgency. 

“I know, that you presented now so my heats probably seem harder than they are” Why is he consoling Taehyung now, he is the one that spent 5 days in pain! “But I promise I’m fine.” 

“But they could be better. Why not make it better?” He is pretty sure he is pouting now, but it's too late to stop himself. 

“You never spent a heat with an omega.” Yoongi still has that warmth behind his eyes, like he doesn’t want to burden Taehyung with the alpha’s own request. 

“I have my instincts going for me now!” His scent must be starting to stink up the car because he sees the way Yoongi’s face flinches. That or Taehyung’s speech is actually convincing. “We don’t lose anything by trying.” 

He wishes he could know what is happening in Yoongi’s head, but he doesn’t care once the word is out of his lips. “Fine.” 

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They lose everything by trying. 

Yoongi’s seen it happen. 

Omega and alpha friends that succumb to instincts. It's just so easy. Everything in their bodies urges them, as the tension finally breaks and they succumb to the want. Instincts knowing how to escalate everything into perfection. Instincts don‘t know how to clean up the mess afterwards, though. 

He and Taehyung were different, he never had to worry about it because he had made sure the alpha barely remembered Yoongi was an omega at all. And he liked it that way. 

Yes, there were times where he couldn’t help but think about the alpha closest to him, the one that knows Yoongi’s breakfast order, and his schedules, and never pushes him to talk, or makes him feel weird when he does come a little out of his shell. Who stumbled through his presentation so clumsily, it made Yoongi want to coddle him until he figured things out. 

He didn’t, and luckily Taehyung had things figured out quite quickly… Not that it helped Yoongi's instincts… at all. In fact everything got worse. 

The alpha probably couldn't tell, but he stank up every single object he walked past. He so much as washed the mug he had a tea in and the entire kitchen would smell of pomegranate and bitter chocolate. So strong it seemed to burn at Yoongi's nostrils, making his eyes flutter closed; submissiveness rattling his body. 

And even if he always was caring, his acts of service to Yoongi now carried this… weight. Like his knowledge of the omega combined with the instincts that made something that would’ve been clumsy but endearing into something so… stoic but warm. 

It was only natural, if still torturing, that his mind would think of him during heats. 

Maybe that fact should make him all that more excited for his next heat. But it all just sounds like a mix for disaster. A mix that has him hyper aware of the alpha the entire 2 months it takes for his next heat to come. Ironically this time, it's Taehyung’s time to act unaffected. 

Because yes, after that proposition, Taehyung just continued as if nothing happened! As they didn’t both know they would be having sex, heat sex, in about 60 days. 

The wait was excruciating. And as the symptoms of preheat struck him, slowly but noticeably (especially to Taehyung’s enhanced senses) the alpha seemed more and more attentive. And Yoongi, as he slowly descended into madness, he could do nothing but soak all the attention up, his scent sweetening when Taehyung did little favours for him. 

When he was serving Yoongi a second plate just as soon as he was done with the first, before the omega could even utter a word, tugging Yoongi’s hand when Taehyung decided the omega had enough studying and needed a break, or when he came from class with take out bags in his hands. It all seemed to urge his inner wolf more and more excited about the heat, about being taken care of by Taehyung for real. 

And not to mention, he saw the way the alpha had started stocking the entire apartment with food the entire week before. And he certainly will not mention the way his insides turn to putty when he so much as thinks about that fact. 

Yoongi thought he’d have to be the one to take the first step when he woke up with the first symptoms of a fever. All he had to do was walk to the kitchen, focusing all his attention on controlling what he knew was going to be the nervous stutter of his voice. For the alpha to talk before he can. 

“Are you still okay with me helping?” How his voice can sound so casual will remain a mystery to the omega. Poor poor Yoongi who’s heat induced brain can’t explain how he ever survived without this proposition; even before it happened. It had never been considered a possibility for him, to have an alpha he knows, so close to him physically, emotionally!! Just offering himself to Yoongi’s nest…

Okay the heat-haze is definitely getting to him. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m still… I’m still okay with it.” A nervous giddy smile grows on his face. “I was just coming to tell you I’m feeling a little bit…” He tries to find the words. 

“Feverish? Needy?” He interjects, eyes a little wider than he remembers them being, that causal facade slipping off; quite endearingly. Taehyung's true eagerness shining through, the way he always wants to solve Yoongi’s inconveniences for him. The omega feels warmth blooming deep in his stomach. 

“Ready.” He corrects, a little amused. “I want some breakfast first, though.” As he says it, Yoongi starts making his way lazily across the kitchen. Opening the fridge to lean a little to peak inside, belly pressing to his thighs, folding a little into itself in objection to the movement. “Should have enough time to squeeze a meal before the first wave.” He mumbles eyeing his options.

Before he has the time to prepare himself for it, Taehyung’s standing next to him. Warm hand on top of Yoongi’s where it's set on top of the fridge door. “I can get you something, you should go to your nest.” When he looks up towards their alpha their faces are so much closer than he ever remembers it being. “And I’ll meet you there.” It's probably the near distance of each other, but the way Taehyung smiles appears all that much more mesmerising to Yoongi. 

He can recognize the signs of himself slowly, very slowly, sinking into the omega headspace. Submissive, needy, whiny… All things Taehyung would be seeing for the first time today. But even from the last remaining bits of self awareness, there's a bigger part of him that trusts Taehyung enough to want- no, to need to comply with everything he says. 

Yoongi nods. Taehyung lets go of his hand on top of the omega’s letting him let go as well closing the door. Neither of them moving away. “Okay… You bought some cinnamon rolls right?” Its like he just said exactly what Taehyung wanted to hear, because the alpha beams. 

“And I’ll make you some coffee.” He adds without Yoongi needing to even ask. “I’ll meet you there.” If this entire conversation wasn’t enough for tight warmth to twist at his navel, the smile Taheyung offers him afterwards definitely does the trick. 

It's contagious, his own giddy smile spreading on the omega's face before he walks away, feeling lightheaded like he hadn’t in a while before the first wave. Dizziness coming from the excitement instead of the fever. 

Usually, the first wave hits slowly. Maddening want torturing him as he gradually loses his mind. It shouldn’t be different now, they’ll have time to have breakfast and work things out steadily as Taehyung gets a hold of things before Yoongi goes completely submissive. But he barely makes it past the door of his own bedroom. Inhaling his own scent, thickened and palpable on his tongue. It's probably just the nerves. 

His heart speeds up before he can even concentrate to stop it. Chubby hands placed on his chest as he felt it hammering, his chest rising and falling. Letting his hands fall as they caress down his fuller chest and the curve of his stomach. Getting agitated out of seemingly nothing, but he knows. 

Yoongi will be so good for him. He’ll be Taehyung’s, he’ll have an alpha and he’ll be so good Taehyung won’t let him go. 

The part of his head that tells him this is all the preheat talking is becoming smaller and quieter. While the thoughts of the alpha preparing him breakfast across the hallway in the kitchen became louder and needier. Making his hands more urgent as he felt himself up, groping and making the fat on his torso bounce. 

Yoongi’s touches become truly desperate when he scrambles to get out of his shirt. That distinctive, hellish, heat spreading across the pits of his stomach, all across his body. Making his skin break sweat. Sensation of his shirt sticking to the rolls on his back and the folds under his chest are unbearable. The first tracings of his slick began to coat between his cheeks, droopy texture soaking his underwear, and it makes him all that more urgent. 

Clumsily, he starts to strip his shirt off, tugging it off where the hem hugs tightly at the very bottom of his overhang. It seems to cling to every fold stacked on his waist, and by the time his face is stuck in the shirt; it becomes truly suffocating.The stench of his own scent and sweat desperate as he starts walking back in an attempt to take it off properly. His heart beating in his ears, mind only able to focus on the need to be naked for when the alpha arrives. 

A hand presses to his naked, sweaty lower back. Sinking a bit into the fat collected there. 

“Careful hyung.” Taehyung’s voice sounds a bit breathless behind him, tight. But always so deep, Yoongi’s knees get weak with the way it makes his sternorn tremble. There's a quick sound of something being set on the omega’s desk before two large hands are taking the hem of his shirt and finishing to tug it off where it decided to sink under Yoongi’s moobs. The action was slow and deliberate, sure that the two of them had stopped breathing as Taehyung strips him shirtless, the omega hears the way he inhales deeply once he sees him. 

Nothing had prepared Yoongi for the scent. Musky but tart as it burns up his nostrils in that familiar way. “Taehyung-ah…”  He turns to face him, probably already looking like a mess already just from his slight touches and scent in his room. Yoongi would feel embarrassed, if it wasn’t for the alpha’s flushed cheeks and widened eyes, the strengthening of his scent. 

“I–I brought you breakfast.” Something about the tone of his voice reminds Yoongi this is Taehyung's first time helping with someone's heat… probably his first time with someone after presenting as an alpha. 

That realisation alone is enough to stir a new wave of desperation in Yoongi’s gut. Making him shake his head quickly. “N–no—it- it can wait.” His fingers wrap around Taehyung’s wrist. “I need you.” The want is palpable in his voice when he says it. His words hang heavy in the air as they stare at one another. 

It's never too late for him to back down. 

He can’t finish that thought before Taehyung’s lips are pressing against his. 

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Instincts, it's all about instincts. 

Taehyung feels a rush of panic, as the tug in chest takes control. Urging him on what to do seamlessly. Everything his body has been screaming to do for Yoongi, he finally can. And it's so easy. 

His hands immediately cup Yoongi’s naked waist, the omega’s surprised moan muffled by their lips. The noise was enough to make Taehyung’s hand sink into his fatty sides; gripping a little harshly. Yoongi took a few steps back, legs  starting to buckle. But the alpha was quick to follow, crowding the omega’s space until he had to plop onto the bed; he was able to feel the jiggle form where his hands were secured on Yoongi’s body. Struggling to get his weight up to give Taehyung more room, but the alpha doesn’t give him time to struggle, leaning down to cup his thighs, fingers sinking with overspilling  lard as he picks him up.

Yes, Taehyung always considered himself fit, but even lifting Yoongi a few inches off the mattress and climbing on the bed with him is enough to coax a grunt out of him. Stumbling shortly after as Yoongi falls on his back and the alpha follows, towering over him. Both of them gasping, the omega’s curved stomach pressing to Taehyung's, rising high even as he lays down. Their lips clashing hungrier than last time, the alpha relentless as his hands roam all across Yoongi’s body. 

Groaning into his lips at the feel of the omega, his omega, his mind corrects him. The one he gets to take care off for the next few days, plump and ready to take him. Whatever Taehyung gives him. 

He will give everything. 

Their lips part, leaving them gasping for air. Because Taehyung smells it, he smells slick. He feels it, soaking through the pants Yoongi didn’t have the time to take off. Pressing wet against the alpha’s crotch. 

Taehyung doesn’t recognize the sound that makes his body tremble as it comes out of his throat. And Yoongi seems just as widened over it as he feels. But the alpha doesn’t give either of them time to react. As his fingers sink under the tight waistband of Yoongi’s pants, grunting as he starts to tug them off forcefully from Yoongi's thighs. Watching how the light material darkens with the omega's slick. The motions making his body bounce all the way up to his double chin. 

“C-come on Taehyung-ah do it.” Even the omega’s words come out from tight, gritted teeth. But all he can do to help is reach to his overhand and hold it up. Too gone to try and lift his hips. That's fine. 

“I’m trying!” The ripping noise makes Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, but his pants finally slide down, showing his plump and wet inner thighs. Strings of slick connecting to one another, the scent intoxicating, making Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut even if he can't physically look away. 

And he can smell it, the confidence oozing off Yoongi’s scent, the heat taking over his head, taking away every worry and reservation the omega has had ever since Taehyung moved in with him. He finally gets to see Yoongi for the omega that he is. And that's an omega that’s completely entirely gone. 

“Strip too. Strip Taehyung, I want you to strip.” His words come out even a little demanding; completely overtaken by need, and the alpha he finally has to solve it. His chubby hands drop his belly, letting it wobble as he reaches for Taehyung’s shoulders. Nails sinking in, gripping his shirt as he tries to tug it off Taehyung’s torso himself, desperate. The alpha can just hunch his back to let him, unwrapping him like a present. His own muskier scent clashing with Yoongi before mixing perfectly. 

The omega’s expression is wild when he finally sees Taehyung’s torso; he feels himself swallowing thickly under his gaze. “Turned into such a gorgeous alpha, didn’t you?” He sighed hungry-eyed, as his hands immediately caressed down Taehyung’s muscular arms. The praise pools heat at his navel, the tent that was already growing in his pants becoming downright painful. Hands fumbling as starts stripping his own pants and underwear; Yoongi’s eyes follow. 

“You’ll take care of me won’t you?” The question dies in his throat when the cold air hits Taeyhung’s dick, making the omega throw his head back in an animalistic moan, just from the sight alone. 

And he can feel the tugging at his chest become more urgent, nodding before he can even formulate the words to reply. As if the dam was finally breaking. “I will. I’ll make you feel so good, hyung.” Taehyung doesn’t even have the self awareness to feel surprised by the harsher tone of his voice, pressing himself flush against Yoongi’s crotch. Even if he isn’t aligned to slide in, feeling the way slick gushes out and coats him full. 

The thighs at either side of his slim hips tremble at the sensation; expression scrunching up. So close, but not nearly enough to satisfy the first wave of need rushing through Yoongi. “Going to fill you up, just like I know you want.” He only separates to be able to look down, aligning his cock to Yoongi. 

The alpha’s heart stammering in his chest, but he still smiles confidently before speaking. “Just like I know you wanted ever since I presented as an alpha.”  Yoongi’s ankles wrap around his lower back, whining. Taehyung doesn’t let it linger, though, as he gradually slides in, groaning at the way Yoongi’s walls take him in, swallow him whole. He notices the way the omega’s expression tightens overwhelmed. 

The clear discomfort in Yoongi’s face, in spite of the ungodly sweetening of his scent, is enough to hold him back, even for just a few seconds until he is fully in. And that restraint is repaid in the way that the omega’s expression softens gradually. Eyebrows scrunching up as he is overtaken by pleasure, small lips parted but muted as all the air is pushed out of his lungs by Taehyung’s slow movement in. There was a tension that fights against Taehyung’s intrusion, but it becomes looser as Yoongi’s body begins to suck him in, to clench around his dick. So overwhelming but so good, his groan rumbles out his chest with a wide grin and his hands tightening where they hold the omega’s thighs. Even if he is fully in, Taehyung leans over to press his torso against Yoongi; pressing just the last bit deeper into him. That small distance is what finally makes the breathless omega whimper.  

Taehyung feels like he is the one going through heat. Arms shaking as he holds himself above Yoongi, the alpha’s eyes wide staring down at the blissed omega; who’s smiling drunkenly up at him.  

“I co-couldn't stop thinking about you.” He whispers, a small smile shaky in his face, as his hand cups Taehyung’s nape. “The entire heat, ju–just wanted to call for you.”  There’s a plea in Yoongi’s words, but there’s that knowledge. Like he knows the alpha has been just as desperate, the entire heat urging to come to him and beg him just to be able to serve Yoongi. 

He can not control the way his hips stutter trying to control himself at his words, the delicious smell, his nose so close to the omega’s neck making him dizzy, eyes fluttering close as he tries to control his body. But before it starts to hurt, Yoongi’s legs tighten around the alpha’s slim waist, nails digging a little into the back of Taehyung’s neck; making him inhale sharply.  “Now…d–don’t hold back.”

The words can barely come out of his lips, Taehyung doesn’t wait a second more before his hips are pulling out, slim body dragging against the curve of Yoongi’s belly and slamming back in. Their moans echoing in sync as their needs are finally satiated; succumbing to their urges as Taehyung’s instincts set the pace. Completely losing control of his actions as he lets his face sink into Yoongi’s neck, pressing open mouthed sloppy moans into his scent gland. Stench so strong the alpha’s hips become aggressive; sending Yoongi’s body jiggling underneath his own, the sound of rolls slapping together echoing with their moans. 

Yoongi’s hands are wandering across Taeyung’s body, tangling in his hair, gripping his nape, nails sinking into the curved muscle of his shoulders. Each thrust made his cries happier, satisfied. But so much more desperate, groaning in pleasure as his chubby hands travel to Taehyung's waist to try and follow the alpha’s movement. 

“Yes–yes, Taehyung-ah…” His name sounds so pretty coming out with that needy tone. The voice of someone who’s gotten a taste and needs more. Taehyung can tell, because he feels the same. Feels what it's like to finally be able to give, to provide, to be good. 

“All that heat- I just wanted to come here…” He groans into Yoongi’s ear, his speech interrupted by the messy kisses he presses on the omega’s faded jaw. Sloppy from his thrusts  “Burst into your nest and take you how I wanted.” Taehyung lifts his head so he can properly look down at Yoongi’s gone expression. He can see the way the omega struggles to pay attention, and struggles to look up at Taehyung. “Just like this.” 

He  grunts as he pushes Yoongi further against the mattress, hands sinking into the thighs as he pushes them against the omega’s chest. As much as his belly allows, folding into deeper rolls as Taehyung lifts his ass barely off the bed. Angling himself deeper with every thrust, bringing Yoongi’s fat chest down to his neck suffocating his gasps.

“Y–yeah, yeah spread open, presenting yourself for me.” His thrusts are slower but so much sharper, strong enough to rock Yoongi and the bed underneath them. And there’s a newfound ache travelling down his jaw, urging him with the need to bite, to mark. Taehuyng silences the instinct with the clashing of his lips against Yoongi’s; swallowing the omega’s moans. “Gonna–Gonna breed you full just like this.” He did not have time to silence the instinct that wanted to knot Yoongi, to pick something else to say. 

The omega didn’t seem to mind, though, with the way he threw his head back helpless. “Yes–Yes I want your knot- alpha, your pups… ngh- please!” It barely manages to be a coherent sentence, before Yoongi’s starts marking Taehyung as his own. Spreading his small teeth along the veins in his neck, digging a little from the way both of their bodies move. 

He was never one to abaid to sub gender roles, but right now feeling his omega claim him, provoked a low groan slip out of his chest. One of the hands dropped Yoongi’s thigh and tangled in his hair, tugging the omega’s head back to bare his neck with a weak whipmer Soft padded neck exposed just for him to drag his tongue across. Letting his instincts take over, his fangs drag over Yoongi’s pulse. “I’m the one that gets to claim you.” He doesn't recognize the tone of his own voice; or the strength of his own thrusts. Animalistic as he humps into the omega’s hole; knot beginning to swell as it slaps harshly with each thrust. 

It's only when the growing knot presses in, barely threatening to stretch past the tightness of Yoongi’s hole, that the omega seems to gain lucidity. Eyes widening as his hands stop gripping Taehyung’s shoulders and tangle in the curls of his hair, making him look up with drunken eyes. And what he sees is a completely gone omega, trying so hard to sound determined as he says. “P–pl–please, make me yours.” Voice sounds so small, as if it would break into a moan if it was anything above a whisper.  

The alpha can’t help but smile down, humps eager with the knowledge that he is about to do what Yoongi has been needing all this time. His expression melts into a moan as he forces his knot inside. Tight but swallowing him whole, the wet noises quiet in comparison to their combined moans, carnal as Taehyung feels Yoongi’s inside take him. Like this is all the alpha was meant to do, fuck his omega through his heat, breed him full of pups.

Time seems to still when Taehyung’s knot pops. Feeling the way Yoongi’s navel stretches with cum and his entire body melts, tension finally easing. Unable to stop his hips from grinding regardless of being held in place, milking himself as his forehead tiredly rests on Yoongi’s. Body finally crumbling on top of the fat omega. 

Like always, the silence is just as comfortable as ever. But the alpha is the first to break it, his head sunk into the other’s neck when he asks “So…Did it help at all?” Grin spreading against the soft padded skin. It could almost be mocking if their heads were not swimming in the heightened scent of satisfaction. 

Still, Yoongi has that last bit of energy in him to chuckle, making Taehuyng bounce on his chest. “Your knot was very useful, yeah.”

#taegi #omegaverse #alpha taehyung #omega yoongi #fat yoongi #heat sex

[xshimaeraxx]

being cupioromantic sucks dick, and here’s why (says i, a cupioromantic)

Before ya’ll shout at me in the tags n shit: i am, myself, cupioromantic. I am saying this bc this is how i, personally feel abt being cupioromantic, and why its so goddamned depressing (at least for me).

Being cupioromantic, for me, is like a constant battle of wills, almost. It contradicts itself, over and over and over, even though i know- logically, that being cupioromantic isnt a contradiction. It just sucks ass.

for anyone who doesnt know: cupioromantic is (quoting google here btw) “describ[ing] a person who wants a romantic relationship, but does not feel romantic attraction”. Which, um, FUCKING SUCKS.

bc i aint never gonna have a partner. The fact im aegosexual (or js ace or acespec in more simple terms) js makes that harder, bc i aint never gonna have sex, least not voluntarily. So i cant feel for my partner romantically, which is what like 80% of the world is looking for in a partner, and i cant have sex either, bc i js dont feel that way for ppl. And i never will. (Refering to both sexual attraction & romantic attraction here btw).

so that takes out all my options. Bc i can love people, yes, but not in the way that (most, nearly all) ppl want. But i dont wanna be alone til the end of my days, so where does that leave me?

bc, sure, ill have friends & family & hopefully a cat or two bc, yes, i am a crazy cat person. I actually currently have a cat rn, actually. (His names Bear, hes a black cat & i love him w/ all my heart, but still, my point stands). But i want a partner.

i want someone to kiss, and cuddle, and hug, and love. But bc of what i am, a afab human-person thing whos only social life & interaction other then my parents is via online spaces bc due to my lifestyle i js dont have any other options, an aroace who cant like-like some1 like that and who doesnt want to have sex and doesnt feel sexually for irl people and who never will

i js. I cant have it. Unless i luck out & meet a fellow aro, or ace, or aroace out in the wild, which is- extremely unlikely, tbqh, i wont ever have it. And thats not even the worst part, bc being cupioromantic is, believe it or not, a double-fucking-edged sword.

The few times ive tried to explain to my online friends what i want in a partner, ive constantly felt like im invalidating myself, and it fucking sucks. Bc what aro wants to kiss, and hug, and cuddle and what proper aro wants a romantic relationship??

i dont know how to explain it in words, tbqh, so ill do it via example.

so, fun fact! I only recently found out that im cupioromantic. Oh, i knew i was aro, certainly, but not cupioromantic bc i didnt know it was a thing. That like. Actually existed. (And by recently i mean last-fucking-night)

previously i hadnt thought abt it much tbqh. Then, my friend brought up the subject of love. I said, “i mean realistically no one will ever love me”. My friend responded w/ a gif that flashed the word “lie!” (LMFAO).

to summarise, what happened was i tried (and failed) to properly explain what i wanted in a partner w/o invalidating myself (and failed, im pretty sure). Then, my friend said “so cupioromantic?”

I looked it up, andddd went “oh. Oh fuck dear lord this is me. Well, im fucked.” Now i didnt say that, of course, but, yea, u get the gist of it lmao.

basically, the whole point of this example is that being cupioromantic and not invalidating urself bc u js dont think ur vaild is. Hard. Very very hard.

Now, i am in no way saying cupioromantic is not a vaild identity/romantic orientation, bc it completely is. This whole post is js me trying to deal w/ the fact i dont think im vaild when i know, logically that i am. My brain is js- having a hard time accepting that, ig.

ANYGAYS imma end this whole rant thingy now b4 this ends up being 2x longer then it already is. Gn ya’ll! (Yes i do know it is 7:35 am as i am writing this shut-)

#cupioromantic #aromantism #screaming incoherently into the void of tumblr #bc where else am i suppose to scream my woes at? #that sentence’s grammar hurts my brain btw #it is 7:06 am as i am writing this tag #god help me #WIAT HELP THATS AN ACTUAL TAG OML #internalised aphobia?? maybe? #it kinda seems that way to me but my brains only directing it on myself so uh idk tbh #CUPIOROMANTICS R VAILD ASF #my brain js think i specifically am not for some reason-

[furballfaggot]

my buddy convinced me to make an animal jam play wild account since it actually still gets proper updates and so far my feelings have been. mixed. overall i havent done nearly as much as anyone else bc my account has existed for maybeee 2 or 3 hours? so this is just my first impressions. im also kinda biased bc ive been playing animal jam classic for years and years and YEARS. back when 9 + 10 = 21 was still unironically funny and every cool kid in class read warriors. might update this post with extra thoughts as i go along! all opinions below the cut bc this is an absurdly long post

ive only played a few levels of overflow (and it might be because i played on expert because i Definitely have no overbearing hubris casting a shadow upon my better judgement) but the gem payout being higher than AJC for each level you complete is a very welcome change (2 gems times X number, seemingly determined by how long your path is, vs AJPWs i think it was like 5 gems times X number determined by how long your path is? either that or like 10. idk i blew a whole half hour on overflow alone and it was almost 6 AM by the time i finished so my brains kinda muddled)

also, membership has become far less of an overbearing nightmare monster for AJPW in comparison to AJC! thats a good thing! personally i think that membership just Shouldn't but thats because i think any monetarily-accessed subscription anythings just Shouldn't especially in this day and age. i got to go to the clothing store and buy things i liked and i didnt just have to longingly stare at the paywalled options like a maiden gazing out to sea and it felt great

dont like how theres so many fewer options for shopping for Like Everything but its a far more ambitious game than AJC what with everything being 3d modeled, and its got a younger target demo and theyre usually happy with whatever looks cool, so it checks out. haha. funny pun that was intended definitely. whats there is also pretty great and the den item options you get started off with are both way more cool and way more More than classic in its hayday. idk about the ajc starting den items now though i dug my old account from the ashes of who i once was when i decided to pick classic up again. i dont actually remember if you start with any den items in ajc now that i think about it i might be misremembering. that still means play wild has that point against classic though. shame theres no water animals but they could maybe possibly be added in an update pretty please wildworks if by some miracle youre reading this i am begging and pleadi

really my main issue so far is with how many things cost real-world money. theres next to nothing that requires a membership to even be bought aside from one members-only map location my buddy warned me about beforehand -- which, as a reluctant f2p since literally like 5th grade, ive been playing this game for Far too long, i do genuinely appreciate -- but boy oh boy you can sure tell this was mainly developed as a mobile game. there is so much pay-real-money-for-trinkets stuff and you just Cannot disable that menu. at least let me get rid of the little button that tells me i can spend the hard-earned bucks on moms credit card to get 1/4th the amount of animals of AJC man thats all i ask of this part

also this is largely unrelated but can i just say i DESPISE how many things are like "hi heres a welcome bonus :) oh but you need to pay like 3 bucks for it. yeah its usually 5 but for a Special New Player Like You? its a steal!" like thats not a welcome bonus thats an entry fee. i know thats like a paltry amount of money compared to most things Just Ever but its also coming from a guy whos family usually has zero money to spare

#champ talks #animal jam #animal jam classic #animal jam play wild #wildworks #aj classic #ajc #aj play wild #ajpw #im the worlds number 1 overflow fan btw can you tell

[universestreasures]

Oh...my goodness...I'm gonna lose my marbles.

THEY LEGIT SAY PRETTY MUCH THE SAME THING. I AM DEAD. I KNEW THEIR PHILOSOPHIES WERE SIMILAR BUT....I DIDNT KNOW THEY USED PRETTY MUCH THE EXACT SAME LANGUAGE (Been refreshing myself on Season 3 of Buddyfight for iconing reasons and 100% forgot this was the language used here in Episode 44) OMG.

I guess it's just a card game rival thing to not be held back by your past, huh? BUT LEGIT, IT HITS SO DIFFERENTLY WHEN TASUKU SAYS IT COMPARED TO WHEN SETO SAYS IT BECAUSE TASUKU'S IS FRAMED AS A GOOD, HEROIC THING, WHILE SETO'S IS FRAMED AS A BAD, HATE-FIILLED THING. LOVE HOW THIS PHILOSOPHY IS PORTRAYED IN TWO DIFFERENT LIGHTS HERE BECAUSE IT IS NOT 100% BLACK OR WHITE. LOVE THAT SM.

Though, their philosophies are different in their approaches, obviously. Seto sees the past as having nothing of value. Tasuku doesn't see it that way in the sense the past has no worth (he looks fondly back on his meeting with Jack, and I HC what little he remembers from his parents), but rather doesn't want past circumstances to hold him back from the future, like he let them before until he overcame Purgatory Knight.

It also is interesting because both Tasuku and Seto have some things from their past they still have ties to (both relating to the trauma they experienced when they were younger ) that they say don't affect them, but we know as an audience they do. It's things we notice from their subtle actions and words. Plus, trauma is never so easily healed.

For Seto, it's his hatred and anger towards past events, for Tasuku it's the guilt he experienced not being able to save his family from death due to his powerlessness as a child and his past actions as Purgatory Knight. They have taken steps to overcome those things, but that kind of pain doesn't go away, even with grand story moments (EX: Kaiba blowing up Alcatraz and Tasuku defeating Purgatory Knight as a part of Dynamis' trial).

These same sentiments goes for those who are 'shackled' by the past as well, like....

Mokuba.

It's very fitting that once again, the Kaiba Brothers are polar opposites in this respect. Mokuba does acknowledge plainly there were bad things in their past, like the situation they were put into and Seto's coldness to him during the years under Gozaboru, but he is 'shackled' in the sense that his past is still something that very much has affected his perceptions and views and he longs to return to it (and how that limits his own view of the future), despite the fact that is not possible.

His admiration for his older brother? Built on how he was in the past, specifically during the Orphanage days.

Love of gaming? Again, no doubt, spurred on by Seto's passion for it during their youth. Seto taught him chess, which was probably the reason why Capsule Monster Chess appealed so much to Mokuba. It was similar to the game he was taught by his brother.

Him and Seto's dream for Kaibaland? Established when they were younger.

And all of this is symbolized by the fact the lockets Mokuba made for him and his brother are not of a modern-day picture, but rather one of the past: of the good memories the two had together that kept Mokuba going throughout his youth. Because unlike in the anime (which there is some of this too for a short period but not NEARLY to the same extent as to what was depicted in the manga), Seto and Mokuba were NOT close at all during the time Gozaboru was alive. Seto was too busy being studied to death while Mokuba was helpless to do anything to stop it, to stop his brother from losing himself all together as the two were, no doubt, driven apart.

It only makes sense for a kid like Mokuba, who thanks no doubt to Seto's efforts, did not lose himself fully to the darkness of humanity, to idolize and hold dear those past memories where his brother and him were happy together, were normal kids together. Mokuba cares about his brother more than anything, and to him, he's just been forced to watch his brother wilt like dying plant until it becomes unrecognizable.

And from Mokuba's pov, Seto IS unrecognizable (in the early manga but this does slowly change over time) and he's having a hard time gripping with that, to accept fully with all his heart Seto for who he is now and to no longer strive for a ghost of the past. This is something that isn't seen much, but that just further points to evidence it is feelings Mokuba often represses (something that is probably a trauma response for various reasons, from what he went through under Gozaboru's roof, to how his brother treated him in the early manga, to fear of losing everything for saying something, to other factors). He loves his brother and is so selfless in that love and wanting to stay with him, the only family he has left, he sorta puts those feelings aside in most cases unless his emotions peak and tries to make the most out of it.

He still holds out hope that one day his brother will smile with him again, to play games like they used to despite everything, but...he deep down and us as an audience know, that's just not possible. There's been too much pain...too much suffering and trauma to return to that time, as much as we and Mokuba would love for that to be the case.

The clashing of these three philosophies discussed: destroying the past, not being held back by it and looking to a greater future, and trying to return to it are the main focal points of my confrontation thread with @shacchou and I am so hype to see where that thread goes, especially with Mokuba being over at Tasuku's, meaning my Buddy Cop is gonna throw his hat into the ring because he can't help himself LOL

Anyway, thank you for coming to another late at night Rarity Ted Talk where she overanalyzes some of her favorite fictional characters I and my mutuals write from the media we love and the connections that can be made between them and how they can inspire storytelling. I have ideas for more of these kinds of posts, like one for analyzing the similarities between Yugi and Gao because the way they handle loss is very similar and one for how Mokuba's core friend group (Himself, Gao, Suzuha, and Tasuku) mirror Yugi's own core friend group (Yugi, Jonouchi, Anzu, and Honda)

#💎 Wonder Treasure (Tasuku Ryuenji) #💎 Wonder's Persona Of Darkness And Solitude (Purgatory Knight) #💎 Wonder's Adventure Log (Tasuku Analysis) #💎 Vice Treasure (Mokuba Kaiba) #💎 Vice's Adventure Log (Mokuba Analysis) #tw long post #tw trauma #tw mention of death #(Another late night where brain said no drafts but did say over analyze your favs LOL #(love making connections like this between different media and the muses and threads and all that good stuff #(i think most of this sounded pretty concurrent but if it doesn't could be because I had a 5hr class today lol #(anyway would love to know y'alls thoughts on this or any other topics i could do a deep dive into! #(Love doing hc and analysis stuff super fun

[jonphaedrus]

2022 fic year in review

2022 was a weird year. i pulled an all-nighter on feb 16 and i was possessed by the ghost of prfr past and an opera only i care about and then i woke up ten months later (kidding. i have not woken up at all) nearly a million words later and with my entire life in slight disarray and an unbreakable obsession with pokémon villain from baby jrpg fake france

anyway let's do the breakdown. im gonna take some questions from the overall ao3 wrapped lists going around, and then do the greatest hits/thoughs of all my fav fics from every month of the year (by posted date, including if it was adjusted for reveals; im not taking into account when things were "actually" written, but also neither will ongoing wips still unfinished count)

total word count in 2022: i waited to post this until id posted my final fics of the year and got the final count and cant stop staring at that 780k total. wtf. some of this is wips from across multiple years updated in 2022 (and much of it is roleswap which is going to get bumped into 2023...) but it's the most i've ever written on my own, ever. multiple past years combined. i stuggled so much with writing from 2018-2021 and i thought i'd never find it as easy or relaxing again and to have found joy in my words makes me so happy. LOOK HOW MUCH I WROTE! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

fav fic i wrote this year: not counting ongoing wips (sorry roleswap. otherwise roleswap would be like the #1 thing on every answer), "tomorrow you must love me" is the best thing ive ever written (before roleswap) and it was such a joy and struggle to work on. i was so nervous and scared writing every bit of it but it came out exactly the way i wanted to. learning how to write longfic (for me) has been such a beautiful experience and it's made me so happy to share with others!

fav fic i read this year: "do let the old enmity be" by sam (my favorite gift anyone has ever given me on ao3 i cant—i cant even handle it i melt i explode i climb onto the rooftop to holler across the atlantic ocean), both fics in sam's mutual pining series (i have read both of these fics so many times... my favorite sam fics. or close to my favorite sam fics. we met because of mp1... these two STUPID, STUPID FUCKING FISH!!!!) and "mira vs. sasha cant" which might not have been written for me but it was written to infiltrate my brain and give me strength beyond imagining. oh, my god, it's so good, please read it. I AM NO LONGER ASKING.

fav series i read this year: royals having a nice time by ba_lailah. if you like polyamory, gender, sex (both the kind you do with other people and the bits attached to the body), pregnancy, family, parenthood, developing relationships, realism and worldbuilding, kids, the complexity of monarchy and the realities of rule, really REALLY REALLY hot porn, and some of the best bdsm ive ever read, treat yourself and go read rhant. there's a 250k novel coming this year. it's incredible. worth your time. go. read it.

fav exchange this year: fic in a box. the chance to play around with mediums and stylesheets and the exchange community around fiab was lovely. all the pinch hits i wrote were so much fun—i literally don't think i saw a single prompt i didnt adore!—and the mods were fabulous and i got LITERALLY THE BEST GIFT EVER. fiab is honestly a ton of fun. if you're new to exchanges and you want to try something a little out of left field, i really recommend fiab! the signups can be sort of esoteric but don't let the mediums or the complexity of the rulesets scare you off (they almost scared me off but sam coaxed me through it like a nervous small mammal) or the 10k minimum. you can break that up in so many ways (vids, art, cross stitch or knitting patterns, pixel art, voxel art, interactive fiction, asw remixes, comics, poetry, drabbles, standard fic, social media...) that it's really accessible and encourages so much thinking out of the box. i am SO EXCITED for next year.

fav ship i wrote for: GEE, I FUCKING WONDER.

fav character pov to write: you might think "prfr, either half" but no. it's shauna, actually. i love writing her and her perspective on things. she's so relatable and i just. i love her. her voice comes so easily to me, i cant wait to write her more in 2023

fav scene i wrote: a three-way tie between "as you treated him, so shall i treat you" which is just one scene but it set me on such an unexpected and amazing path to meeting some of my best friends and the most important people in my life and improving my craft and becoming so much happier on every axis ALL BECAUSE I DIDNT SLEEP AND I WAS MAD NOBODY ELSE HAD WRITTEN LYSANDRE GETTING STEPPED ON.... the scene with shauna and augustine in the grass in "with tenderness and pretty words it is easy to conquer good girls' hearts" which was a lot of catharsis for me as well as augustine and shauna, and a very specific chapter late in roleswap. i'm not saying which one. that's for me to know and you to find out.

wip i finally finished: inspired by the ficwip server, i've been working (slowly) on some of my old wips, and finally finished starry heavens, which was meant to be done like eight years ago. it's character studies of every major character in tales of symphonia, and getting to see it in full and my growth as an author over the better part of the last decadeis a little humbling. ive come so far! writing is great actually!

wip i've yet to finish: roleswap. 2023. we will do it. it will be done. as soon as my fffx is draft complete, roleswap is my heart and soul.

most read fic: it is (a little unsurprisingly given how long it is...) roleswap! which makes me so, so happy. sam and i have worked so hard

longest fic (completed in 2022): "tomorrow you must love me" at 57k

shortest fic: apparently it was "in which the author reaches the end of his rope" at 193 words. i didnt even remember writing this so jkhlkdfjhglsdhkfg

fav fic title used: "RÉEL FIBSHING: LUMIOSE CITY EDITION" which is twine-style interactive fiction about magikarp jump, set in sam's "as the night the day" universe which i wholeheartedly adore and you should go read it.

biggest surprise while writing: how much easier it is for me to do multi-chapter and longform works! i've always really struggled in the past to stay committed and complete things, but this year i've really started to move into the realm of being able to just... write longfic! that's very exciting to me.

fav comment received: shout out to ao3 users yelp, who is an absolute delight in exchanges. like, seriously, yelp is such a sweetheart. omg. i would write for them in an exchange again in a heartbeat and their comments are so sweet.... and also every other comment i got. thank you ;;v;; they make me so happy... i hardly ever even know what to say

fav fic author i read: i wonder who that ao3 user samifer is. what a guy. in all seriousness, this year my favorite authors were my friends. they helped me out, gave me advice, and made me feel so full of love i can't even begin to say how much. i'm so lucky to know these amazing people and i can't encourage you to read everything by sam, kay, neku, lailah, or sushi enough. theyre all amazing fabulous authors and fantastic people and i love them so much. you should go love them too!!!!!

total fics/chapters uploaded: 174. i said that aloud and my husband said "holy crap babe" from the other room. what the actual fuck

what am i most looking forward to next year: FINISHING ROLESWAP IM SO EXCITED ITS ALL IM THINKING ABOUT!!! IM SO READY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok and finally under the cut my favorite fic from each month of 2022!

JANUARY 2022 -- SINCE THE DARK (owain & l'arachel, gen)

i've been doing nagamas since the very first year and it's still one of my favorite exchanges. getting to play around with a narrator as fun as owain and contrasting him with l'arachel was great and seeing their crossover interactions was so good. nagamas gr9 actually. 10/10 exchange will always participate again

FEBRUARY 2022 -- AS YOU TREATED HIM, SO SHALL I TREAT YOU (prfr, m)

what else, lol? i didnt sleep i listened to an entire opera, i blacked out, i woke up ten months later and discovered i'd moved in and written like four novels. i am never moving back out. i love everyone in this house. especially sam.

MARCH 2022 -- IN EVERY PLACE, AT EVERY TIME (prfr, e)

inspired by sam prompting for phone sex and mutual pining, playing around with academia and conferences and giving this the most #onbrand title/chapter title/summary combo i could come up with this also led to me meeting new dear friends!!

APRIL 2022 -- TOMORROW YOU MUST LOVE ME (prfr, e)

im so stupid proud of this fic. setting up a plot this complex with so many moving pieces and multiple povs and multiple mediums and dealing with so many real life issues was a lot of moving pieces but it was so, so worth it. it was worth all of the work because it's one of the best things ive ever written and it came out just how i wanted to and it helped me make my friends happy and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i just love prfr and writing c/c/c has been just amazing and I WILL KEEP GOING NEXT YEAR!! THIS YEAR WHATEVER IT'S 2023 NOW BUT WHATEVER ITS STILL 5783

MAY 2022 -- WHO COULD USE FORCE AGAINST A HEART LIKE HIS (IV) (prfr, e)

sam prompted me for using bdsm as therapy and i wanted to write cnc and it spiralled very out of control. one of the questions someone asked early on with c/c/c was what happened at The Incident and i'd intended to write that and playing with vanilla sex and safewording and cnc and trust was really difficult and i've struggled off and on for most of the year with this series of 5+1 but every one as i've finished it has been such an accomplishment even when it's been hard. especially when it's been hard.

JUNE 2022 -- 'TIS NOT LONG BEFORE THEY FEEL THEIR FEEBLE SOULS BEGIN TO REEL

how, HOW, HOW??? WAS I THE FIRST PERSON TO (APPARENTLY??) WRITE T4T SEX POLLEN FIC ON AO3? anyway it was fun and the result is sexy sexy sex

JULY 2022 -- AS THOUGH IT WERE POSSIBLE TO COMMAND LOVE

sam asked for prfr one bed and then FIFTY THOUSAND FUCKING WORDS LATER they finally made it to the bed and fucked in it. good for them.

AUGUST 2022 -- SILKEN DALLIANCE

the entire writer's month challenge was an experience (writing that much every day for a month... im glad i did it but im not doing it again i dont think dfkjhgkdfhg) but of all the fics i wrote i think this was my favorite. i really struggled with this prompt and i wasn't all that happy with it as i was writing it/right after but as time has passed i've been more and more proud of it.

SEPTEMBER 2022 -- TIRED OF THIS BODY

i dont really have anything insightful to say here. uh. getting into new and slightly unexpected kinks is character growth?

OCTOBER 2022 -- ONE CANDLE IN THE RAIN

something something if i had a nickel for every trans serial killer au i've written id have two nickels which is a weird number of nickels to have for something this specific and niche. anyway getting into new and slightly unexpected kinks (and then getting your friends into new and slightly unexpected kinks) is character growth

NOVEMBER 2022 -- WHO COULD USE FORCE AGAINST A HEART LIKE HIS (V)

i stuill have mixed feelings about this fic. i think this was like... my fifth or sixth attempt at writing it, and it honestly still didnt turn out exactly how i wanted it to and im a little bit frustrated by that, but as much as i tell people it doesn't have to be perfect it just has to be done, i struggle with "done, not perfect" and "done, not perfect" here meant i finished this and it made me happy. ive learned a lot this year and one of the things i learned was to let go of perfection and finish stories and be happy with the growth from them. this grew out of so many ideas and the way it ended up is just right just the way it is.

DECEMBER 2022 -- AZURE AS ANTEDILUVIAN SONG or RÉEL FIBSHING: LUMIOSE CITY EDITION

fiab was such a good exchange ;__; i had so much fun and i can't wait to do it again next year. pinch hitting and treating and getting to write for some of my best friends and trying out new mediums was so much fun and i definitely feel like i grew a lot as a writer in the process. writing interactive fiction was a new one for me (i've never written anything even like a choose your own adventure even just for friends before as a kid or anything) and it definitely was a new experience, especially playing around with 2nd person like that, and twine had a learning curve, but it was a fun learning curve c: azure as antediluvian song came out of me all in one go based on a prompt without even intending to write it. kazuha is my favorite genshin character and i loved this au concept and getting to play around with ayato was unexpectedly enjoyable! genshin lore good.

#this is a stable writing tag #oh my god its done why do i talk so much there are so many questions #IM GOING TO SHOWER NOW #HAPPY ENEW YEAR I WILL NOT CHANGE I WILL KEEP TORTURING LYSANDRE #THIS IS A PROMISE

[yeo-rims]

can i just say i really appreciate your reviews on kdramas in general. youre one of the few blogs that actually appreciates good writing for what it is rather than what you would have liked it to be. so many reviews about little women on things people 'didnt understand' or 'didnt make sense' are solely because the show or the characters didnt move in the direction fans specifically wanted them to. when overall the writing was complex and well thought out, almost every character was three dimensional and flawed and real and went through their own personal growth, and the ending was conclusive and tied up loose ends to make up for all the plot twists. idk i just think that this drama is receiving more hate than the appreciation it deserves and i feel like youre one of the only people who really tries to appreciate its details and symbolism and meaning and i wanted to say thank you for that

oh god, this is so sweet! thank you so much. I am obsessed with writing about the shows that I'm enjoying, it's part of how i interact with them, and if there is something that I've realized is that I'd much rather focus on what I am seeing rather than what I wish it was, because nothing will ever be perfectly crafted for me, but that's why watching something that challenges our perspective is so good.

That's not to say i don't criticize when I think it deserves, some of my favorite shows had moments that made me completely upset, but I tend to think if that's from a personal viewing experience or if it is just the writing not being as complex as it is trying to be, or if the text isn't making much sense. Recently I've read a review on The Red Sleeve and they liked that the court ladies in that show were the villains because it gave Deok Im agency. I never thought it like that, but I could see where they were coming from. For me, as I've written before, made me dislike seeing their complexity reduced to petty revenge, even though, it is still a show that I really loved. When I was watching 2521 this year I had a different sort of disappointment, it came from me wanting a different ending, but I could see how the ending we got was not bad, just different.

The thing about Little Women is that the ending was actually what I wanted and coincidently what I think made sense and also gave us that sense of justice served that I personally love in stories about class/money. I wasn't watching the show to see them fail and die and spend their lives in jail/ i would've hated that message so much. I was just thinking about how, in my personal opinion, think Hwa Young was only incarcerated because the moment she involved In Joo in her revenge (even if it wasn't with ill intent) she was using the same logic behind the General's ideology. Not nearly as awful, but still by failing to see how complicated that money would make In Joo's life, she put someone that is like her (poor) in danger. That was the only mistake she's done, and that's why in the end her app is popular, she will still have money once she's out of jail, and In Joo forgave her, walked through acid for her, and in the process killing Sang Ah. Because the money they stole was, actually, never the Won's family money. The money the rich gets by exploiting the poor isn't something they actually earned, is it? So the show never went that route of "In Joo was actually in the wrong for stealing, she should pay for that" that some shows do by the end, like how many revenge shows we know that the male lead has to spend time in jail/running away? Granted, In Joo has been through hell, but her ending is literally a new beginning, it's what that house represents. She can start over in a house like that and rest her soul.

Yes, it was her dream to be with her sisters, but was it In Hye and In Kyung's dream to be with her? Why must we consider only 1/3 of the sisters when thinking about everyone's ending. Considering how much In Joo was still willing to sacrifice in order to let In Kyung have a nice future, do we really want her to still live for others? Yes, Do Il could've stayed, but why would he, really? At that moment, at least. They all need time to heal, and healing is different for everyone. In Joo isn't alone, she has Hwa Young, her sisters albeit distant, and even her parents in the group chat. And she can start over and make new friends and buy expensive ice cream with that money, even if she killed Sang Ah in the process, even if she lies and steal. I get not everyone is watching dramas for how long I am, but still, this is such a different take from what we normally see. Every sister got part of that money, even In Kyung who was against it! Because they deserve that shit, for everything they've been through, for everything they couldn't have been before. Even Do Il got the money and got out with no time in jail, why so? He never betrayed In Joo (moral of the story: don't be a class traitor lol).

But honestly, the show uses its extravagance to talk about the ideology behind capitalism in a way that isn't like, say, squid game. Little Women is genuinely fun, it is so creepy at times, the rich are insane like people were so obsessed over plot twists they forgot to see what was in front of them. A mutual of mine on twitter said something about how straightforward this story is (compared to other things jsk wrote) and honestly!! people overcomplicated the show and if they didn't give them the slightest explanation to things that were honestly very easy to get... then it had plot holes? At this point is not the show's fault anymore. Even if I also got confused at first with In Joo leaving jail so quickly I feel like she paid a fine or something, because in the next scene they are talking about the grandma's house being sold. What I mean is, sometimes a show really won't give any clues, but Little Women actually gave us enough for us to understand what was happening without it being spelled to us every single time. The team behind it trusted us that much, man.

Anyways!!! thank you! for these kind words, it really brightened my day <2

#little women #ask

[bridgyrose]

Weiss’s hand glowed and runic glyphs ran over Ruby’s arm as she tried to heal a cut. “I told you to be careful.” 

“You could’ve given me a warning about turning the training up.” Ruby winced as her wound sealed up. “The grimm I could handle.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and pulled away from Ruby once she finished. “You have to be ready for more than just grimm. Its a wonder you didnt manage to cut yourself in half with the way you handle that blade.” 

“I handle it just fine.” Ruby moved her arm a bit and looked over at Penny. “How did you manage to avoid getting hit anyway? Its almost as if you could see everyone’s movements before they happened.” 

Penny smiled and sat down. “That is because I can. I am an and-” 

“You cant just tell everyone about that,” Weiss hissed out. “She’s not supposed to know.” 

“But she is going to be with us for a while and she will probably find out eventually anyway.” 

Ruby looked between the two curiously. “Find out what?” 

Weiss sighed and stood up. “Fine, tell her, but I’m going back to the dorm.” 

Penny nodded and focused on Ruby again. “I am an android designed to help protect people from the grimm. Unlike you, I do not have any special powers, but I can think fast enough that I can predict the most likely route a combatant will take. I have been accurate more often than not, which lets me avoid getting hit.” 

Ruby went quiet as she looked Penny over, still not quite sure she believed what she was hearing. Of course androids werent exactly a huge secret, Atlas had been developing combat drones that are near the equivalent of humans, though Penny seemed different. As she felt Penny’s hand on her arm, the synthetic skin felt like regular human skin. Her eyes moved the same way, she wasnt as rigid as the drones that patrolled the borders of the cities, even the way she handled her weapon was more human than mechanical. “Why would you need to hide that? That sounds amazing!” 

“The general wants me to hide it because he is afraid of what people will think. Most people in the kingdoms are not very happy about letting mechanical beings protect them from the grimm. But more importantly, I am different from the others. Unlike other robots and drones, I do not run off dust. I am the first android to have a soul.” 

“I see why Ironwood would want you to hide that.” Ruby slowly stood up and walked around Penny, still not believing what she had been told. But the closer she looked, the more she could see the truth. While her joints were mostly invisible, a close inspection did reveal doll-like joints that allowed her neck, shoulders, knees, even her fingers to move just like a humans. Thin lines separating skin from either side of the joints were all that gave the signs, nearly invisible to anyone who looked over her. “But you still dont look like an android.” 

“Weiss says the same thing.” Penny stood up and mimicked a human cracking their knuckles, mechanical clicks coming from the joints in her fingers as everything locked into place. “That no matter how much of me is mechanical, the only real part of me that matters is my soul. That having one makes me just as human as her and anyone else.” 

“That doesnt sound like the Weiss that was just training with us. Between the yelling and calling me a dolt, it almost felt like she was disappointed in me.” 

“She has had a rough childhood from what I understand.” Penny motioned for Ruby to follow her as she started to make her way out of the training room and back to the dorm. “Between the White Fang attacking her family’s company and trying to uphold her grandfather’s ideals, she has not had a lot of time to learn how to get along with others. But I think she likes you. She has only called you a dolt and didnt try to attack you like she normally would others.” 

Ruby sighed and followed Penny out of the training hall and into the empty, white hallway to make her way to the dorm. Her eyes looked around the empty halls, still not used to how bland it made everything. “And you both want to go to Beacon? Why wouldnt you stay here if its close to home?” 

“Same reason you came here instead of staying in Vale.” 

“I… didnt exactly have a choice,” Ruby admitted quietly. “Professor Ozpin told me coming here was a requirement for me to apply to Beacon. Something about wanting to make sure that if I was skipping a couple years that I had to make sure I had the best people making sure I was ready for the jump.” 

Penny nodded a bit. “I want to go since it is the only way father will let me see other kingdoms. Atlas may be my home, but if I am going to be protecting others, I want to see what I will be protecting.” 

“And Weiss? What’s her reasoning? From the sound of it, she has it made here.” 

“Because she wants to get away from her family.”

“Why though?” 

“That is for her to explain.” Penny stopped at a door and pressed her hand to the scanning pad next to it. The door opened up to another, plain white room with metal walls and beds that looked more like shelving for humans than sleeping quarters. The only sign that anyone lived in the room was the pile of clothes that sat at the foot of one of the beds and a set of desks that housed all the dust and replacement parts Weiss and Penny could need.

Weiss looked up from the desk she sat at and sighed. “About time you both got here. Ruby, take a seat. Penny, grab the test scroll so we can find out what Ruby needs to go over.” 

Ruby nodded and sat down as she listened to Penny practically run down the hall as her footsteps echoed from the metal flooring. “I thought we were going to be going over what I’d be skipping.” 

“And we will, along with everything else that you dont know or fail at.” Weiss looked back down at her weapon as she started to mess with the revolver, spinning it to make sure it was secured tightly. “If I have to do this, then I’m going to do it right and make sure you dont fail out.” 

“If you dont want to help me-” 

“It doesnt matter if I want to or not.” Weiss placed her rapier back onto the desk with a rough *thump* as she looked up at Ruby, scowling. “However, in order for me to convince my father to let me go to Beacon, I have to do this. There’s nothing I’d rather do less than teach someone who hasnt earned the right to go to a huntsman academy.” With a heavy sigh, she stood up and started to make her way back into the hallway. “Make yourself comfortable. When Penny gets back, you’ll take a test on the test scroll. It’ll take you a few hours to get through.” 

Ruby nodded and moved to one of the beds as she waited, trying to get comfortable. A sigh left her lips once she was alone and she closed her eyes to let her mind wander. This was going to be a long three months.

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#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #penny polendina #rwby #drabbles #a world with no salem #a world with no salem au #not putting this one under a cut since its not as long as I normally write #plus its one of the few stories I do without a question prompting #bet there are details people will miss until the next installment

[michithing]

i am currently trying my hand at neocities. today i did my laundry (at 12 am but pshhhh). the snow is beautiful outside. my lunch was pretty tasty. i am carrying my mcdonalds patamon plush around the house, in my hands or in my pocket. i sung out loud and even whistled and am touching the walls. i worked a bit in sfm, even though im slower than before. whatever, its still progress. both on MedicsMeldingMadness and a smaller different project. i drew this morning. i played doshin the giant. i didnt have work today but my part time job is alright. i hang out with my friends nearly daily.

like holy shit that is a lot. i love living, just the usual conditions suck. not having certain family members in the house really alleviates some stressors or whatever. i can just walk around the house without feeling like im gonna do something wrong. fuck i think thats why i enjoy doing my laundry so much, i get to actually *live* in the house. i cant wait until i can move out. i am scared of when certain family members return. right now i get a "taste of freedom", which then will be taken away.

anyways.

this is another scream into the void that is the internet. but i just wanna say that.... ummmm.......

i love living! even if it sometimes suuuuuuuucks, it stinky-stinks, it is genuinely bad, like, i cant see myself crawling out of this hole. i love it. even tho i like listening to sad emo songs about death. i love livinggg!!!!!!

(i wanna make art relating to this....... hnmmmmm, ill figure it out someday)

[byalthor]

firework go boom boom boom! | isabela madrigal

Pairing: Isabela Madrigal x Pyrotechnician!Reader Summary: The 3 times Isabela Madrigal encountered the hazardous, awkward and fire prone Reader. Word Count: 10k (bro i swear i got possessed by shakespeare or something wtf i didnt think it was this long) Content Includes: Light Swearing, my lackluster knowledge of fireworks and gender neutral reader (i switch back and forth between masc and fem words) Althor's Note: hi i haven't written in a long time so this might end up awful even though its so long (my love for isabela madrigal is so insane that i just HAD to do something about it so this is very self indulgent HAHA, some chars might be a little bit ooc so many sorries for that) there's some wholesome interactions here and there with the other madrigals, id also like to say im not columbian, so if there's anything wrong with this, please tell me! thanks! :)

Number one,

You carefully put your hand on the doorknob, turning back to where your sister and your mother are, preparing the food for lunch. "Mami, I'm going out to get my arms healed. Do you need anything?" You asked.

"Ah, no. Just make sure to come home safe, mi hijo." She answers, not looking up from boiling pot on the stove.

"I forgot the fireworks for Antonio's ceremony, mind getting them for me?" Your sister looks up at you as you give her an unamused expression. "¿Por favor?" She pleads. You sigh, before shaking your head. "You owe me!" You shout at her as you open the door to go outside. "Gracias, hermana!" She thanks you as you close the door behind you.

You make your way down town, where all the hustle and bustle is as the sun shines brightly on you. From Tia Julieta's little stand for her magical Arepa con Queso that can pretty much heal anything, to your own family's stand, where all sorts of firecrackers, fireworks, and other.. fire-y things.

The latter may or may not have exploded just a tiny bit the day before.. Nearly taking your fingers off from your hands when you were trying to show the kids the sparklers you made, which caused a firecracker to accidentally explode and resulted to the 3rd degree burns under your bandaged arms. It hurt just as much as the times your mami throws a slipper at you for whatever stupid thing you've done but you were glad that no one else got badly injured.  

That being said, you continued to make your way to Julieta Madrigal's stand where, as usual, the long line of people is. You sighed impatiently, looking around before seeing Mirabel, smiling as you approached her.

"MIRABEL THE MIRACLE!" You shout at her direction, grabbing her attention as she turns back to look at you with a groan (Although there's a smile present on her face.)

"That nickname is absolutely horrible! I told you to stop calling me that." She scolds you playfully, you only grin at her as you appear at her side while she assorts different fabrics on the table in front of her.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? Mirabel the Miracle, always helping the people of Encanto. Mirabel the Miracle, makes the best stuffed toys I've ever seen my whole life! Mirabel the Miracle-"

"Okay- okay! You can stop now."

"I'm serious, your name even rhymes with miracle! It fits you." You say encouragingly with a small smile. She returns it with one of her own, (You don’t mention  the slight downward tilt it has.) before her eyes drift downward to your bandaged arms.

"Jeez, you haven't checked that out with my mom yet?" Mirabel changes the subject as she asks you with concern, you only shrug.

A girl appears at your side, before the said girl transforming into Camilo.

"I believe those are the consequences of your actions." He teases you with a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes, "Did your sister tell you? Oh, who am I kidding, I pretty much embarrassed myself in front of the whole town." You sigh as you run a hand down your face.

"I think you should be more concerned with those injuries you have, you should really check that out." Mirabel says, scrutinizing the burns that aren't covered by the bandages on your arms.

You sigh dramatically, putting a hand on your forehead. "But my pride, Mirabel! The people of Encanto will now think of me as an idiota!" You exclaim haphazardly.

Camilo laughs loudly, "It'll never beat that one time with the amazing fireworks you made for my birthday." He says, pointing at you.

You and Mirabel processed his words, before Mirabel lets out a groan at remembering the horrible memory he brought up.

"Amazing? More like disastrous! It was horrifying!" She says with a laugh of her own.

"Wait, is that the one with the donkey scented fireworks-"

"Yes! Truly an unforgettable memory!" Camilo laughs even louder as he starts to remember more about what happened.

"Okay- wait! I don't think I should be the one being blamed for this, you were the one begging for those, I didn't even know how to scent fireworks!" You say as you try to put the blame on him, but he only laughs louder.

"And that was when you decided to put powdered donkey manure into the fireworks! I don't even know why you thought following Camilo was a good idea." Mirabel says as she points a finger at you, she begins laughing even harder at the horrible event. You cringe when you start remembering what happened.

"Well, I guess I wasn't thinking clearly. Also, I don't think it smelled that bad. I mean, the smoke seemed to cover most of it up." You tried to explain yourself but you were inevitably drowned out by the sounds of Mirabel and Camilo's laughing.

"Dios mio, Isabela had to cover the entire village with flowers for weeks!" Camilo says once he calms down from his laughing fit, you only groan louder at the embarrassing situation.

"And speak of the devil-"

As you were trying to get over the humiliation that was coursing through your body. Isabela Madrigal appeared on the center of the plaza, sprouting perfect flowers everywhere (to Mirabel's displeasure) as she slowly approaches the three of you.

"If it seems like I'm going to do anything irrational, please stop me." Mirabel says as grips your shoulder for mental stability.

"Sure, anything for my favorite Madrigal." You chuckle at her words as you put an arm around her, pulling her closer.

"I thought I was your favorite?" Camilo turns to you with a slight pout, you smile sheepishly at him before carefully putting another arm around him as well.

"Well, all of the Madrigals are my favorites." You say, both of the younger Madrigals groaning at how cheesy you are, just as Isabela stops in front the three of you.

"That includes me, right?" Isabela says jokingly, you raise your eyebrows as if to say 'Obviously.' with a small smile.

"Isa." Mirabel says, Isabel's eyes drift towards her.

"Sis."

"Adios, amigo." Camilo says as he senses the tension, removing your arm around him as he waves you goodbye as to go to who knows where.

You give him a small wave goodbye, looking between the 2 Madrigal sisters as they participate in an intense staring contest.

"Isabela, enjoying the lovely weather?" You say, cutting the tension with a knife. Isabela looks over to you, her eyebrows raising as she gives you a small smile.

"Mhm, Tia Pepa is excited as you can see, she's also very glad to hear Camilo not causing any trouble." She glances behind her to see Camilo playing with the children, before turning back to you. "It's nice seeing you around here, as well as accompanying my sister.." She says, teasing Mirabel and you can only pull her closer, making her groan in embarrassment.

"Of course. It's an absolute honor to be with her, Mirabel the Miracle. It's, also, an absolute pleasure to see you again." You put your hand up for a handshake, not missing the chance to tease Mirabel as she lets out another groan.

An amused smile appears on Isabela's face as she takes your hand, her eyes scanning the bandages around your arms. "Do you remember the donkey incident on Camilo's birthday? This person is the cause of that." Mirabel teases you back as she shoves your arm away from her shoulder.

"Mirabel!" You slap her shoulder weakly in retaliation as your cheeks grew hot from being embarrassed in front of her sister, causing you to release your hand from Isabela's.

Isabela lets out a small snort, immediately covering half of her face with her hand. You and Mirabel look at her with wide eyes. The silence is suddenly in the air, Isabela fake-coughs behind her hand, followed by a small 'ahem.'

"Right. Uh, Mirabel, Mamá needs help restocking the food." Isabela says. Mirabel raises an eyebrow at this, "You sure I'm the only one who's getting called?" She questions her suspiciously.

Isabela rolls her eyes, "I'll help too." She mutters quietly. A small smirk appears on Mirabel's face.

You quickly looked over at the place where Tia Julieta's stand is, seeing it empty with no people lining up at all. You looked over back to Mirabel and Isabela. "I’ll come with you, I need to treat these arms after all." You say, raising your arms slightly.

"Oh, right! We need you patched up. Let's go!" Mirabel says, grabbing your arm as she drags you towards her house. You wince at the contact, "Mirabel, easy on the arm, it's as weak as my will to live!" you joke as she loosens her grip on you.

"Perdón, just needed to get myself away from her before my will to live gets even weaker than yours." She sighs.

"Her? Your sister?" You ask, Mirabel gives you a look that says 'Who else?' You hum, looking back to see Isabela just trailing behind the two of you. She looks around the town before being stopped by a little boy tugging on her dress. She pauses for a moment, grabbing a flower from her hair to put in the little boy's. She gives him a small smile, he giggles before he says goodbye to her, running off to somewhere else.  

"Just look at her, ay, she cuts my lifespan by 50%." Mirabel grumbles to you, you chuckle. "That's a little over the top, Isabela seems all right." You say, admiring Isabela as she gives more flowers to another person who approached her.

You're fully aware of Mirabel's detest of her older sister. You don't know her sister well, so you assumed it was because of sibling rivalry, or maybe jealousy. The normal sibling thing, but as you got to know the young Madrigal more, it was clear that it was something deeper and quite unhealthy. You've tried asking Mirabel about it in hopes that you can help, but it always ends up with you stuck in her room as she goes on about how much she despises her sister and how much her sister despises her. You're more than glad to indulge in her antics.  

"Sure, but that's what she wants you to think! In truth, she's actually just "Señorita Perfecta Isabela." She continues grumbling and you can only laugh at the nickname she gave her.

"I think you're being a little too harsh on her, Mirabel." You look at her, slowly lifting your arm to put your chin in between your thumb and your index finger. "Don't tell me you're a part of the Isabela fan club!" Mirabel exclaims in shock. "There's a fan club?" You ask in surprise. Mirabel nods as another groan comes out of her.

"Well, come on, think of it like this!" You start, "You remember.. the fireworks I made for Camilo, right?" you ask, before shaking your head as Mirabel lets out a loud laugh. "Whatever! They weren't all that pretty when you first looked at them right?" You ask her,

"Well, I mean they were practically covered and smelled like horrible-" You shush her from saying any further, "Okay- okay, yes, but," You raise a finger, "When I lit it up, it flew into the sky, and boom! Beautiful- no, their true colors appeared!" You say, exaggerating your statement as you wave your hand in the air. You look back at Mirabel who has her arms crossed against her chest, with one eyebrow raised.

"I'm just saying, if you somehow find out how to light a spark with your sister, you'll know who she truly is." You say with a smile on your face as you nudged her arm with yours.

"Or, she'll just appear as total shit!"

"Mirabel!"

-

Isabela waves goodbye to the lady that came up to her, turning around to find you and Mirabel.. fighting? She's confused as she walks closer to the two of you, she can hear words like "Don't be so mean to her-" "She's mean to me, it's a mutually mean relationship!" Both of your hands were flailing around and eventually you and Mirabel giggled at the absurdity of the situation.

Isabela can see how you practically glow with her sister, that she can't help a small smile sneak onto her face at the sight.

"Oh, Isabela, the weather is beautiful but not as beautiful as you." A voice, similar to yours appears right beside Isabela, whispering right against her ear. She turns around to see your copycat. She rolls her eyes before lightly slapping Camilo in the face with her flowers, some of them ending up in his mouth.

He transforms back as he coughs the petals out. "You like them." He points at Isabela accusingly. Isabela rises a brow, slapping his hand out of her face, "Sure." She says sarcastically before making her way towards you and Mirabel, with Camilo trailing behind.

"I have never seen you talk or even look at someone like that." He teases his cousin, poking the back of her shoulder repeatedly. Isabela can only shoo him away, used to his antics that's made for annoying her.

"Isabela!" you call out to her, noticing her presence. She gives you a small wave as she nods at you, choosing to ignore Camilo's shit-eating grin as he runs past her.

"Hurry up, slowpoke! We can't wait for you all day while you do your perfect flowery- flower thing!"

Isabela scoffs and rolls her eyes as Mirabel drags you away, Camilo looking back at her with his eyebrows wiggling up and down.

"MIRABEL, MY ARM!"

-

The four of you shortly arrived in the Madrigal Home, where Mirabel quickly pushed you inside the kitchen where her mother is, Camilo and Isabela entering shortly after.

Julieta spins around upon hearing the footsteps stopping in the room, to find your very badly bandaged arms as she lets out a small laugh. "Go lean on the counter, I'm working on the last batch of arepas." She says kindly, turning back around as the four of you shuffle around the room. Camilo immediately going to the baskets on the tables that seem to have more arepas in them.

"Cause of injury, firework explosion. I thought they already went to you, mom. Turns out they haven't." Mirabel exclaims, lightly scolding as you get comfortable on the kitchen counter behind you.

"I keep telling you to be more careful. You remind me of my husband, except it seems that you get yourself in more dangerous situations than him." Julieta teases you with a laugh, making you squirm as Camilo and Isabela tries to not laugh at your predicament.

"Good thing dad isn't here. It'd be double the trouble." Mirabel says to her mother, making both of them laugh louder.

Suddenly, Camilo runs out of the room at lightning speed, grabbing all your attention with him. Isabela only looks at Mirabel and sighs, "He stole the arepas." She says, used to his troublemaking schemes.

"CAMILO!" Mirabel shouts as she dashes out of the room to chase him, you can hear shouting and running outside the kitchen before a large crash blows throughout the whole house.

Julieta shakes her head with a smile before grabbing 2 arepas from the baskets, walking outside before stopping to look at Isabela. "Isa, please finish that batch for me, and help them out with their arm. Gracias." She says one last time, leaving you and Isabela in the kitchen.

Isabela turns to look at you and gives a you an awkward smile, approaching the kitchen counter where her mother was filling the dough with cheese, continuing her duty as you quietly watched her.

"You should unwrap those bandages, I can see Mama cringe at how horrible you did it." Isabela says, nodding her head towards your arms. You look at them and back up at her, "I thought I did a good job." You say with an awkward chuckle as you slowly began unwrapping them just as she said.

"No wonder you and Mirabel get along. You both cause so much trouble." She says, and you can't tell if she's scolding you or teasing you.

"Well, I don't think Mirabel does on purpose. She's way too sweet and hard on herself. Even if she does end up causing a ruckus, it's probably because she's clumsy in that charming Mirabel way of hers." You start, "One time, she stepped on my toe, and we weren't even dancing together. We ended up making all the other dancers fall." You recall as you rub your neck embarrassingly at the memory. Isabela lets out a small laugh as she continues moving on with filling another arepa with cheese.

"That's something you two would definitely do. I'm not even surprised." She says, giving you a teasing smile.

"I wish she'd learn a thing or two from her beautiful, older sister, if not for me then at least for her future dance partners' sake." You say, returning her smile with a chuckle. (You didn't notice how her face flushed from the praise.)

"If only." She nods, agreeing with you. "But we don't talk to each other. Not that we want to anyway." Isabela says, focusing her attention back on the arepas.

"I guess you're aware how much Mirabel badmouths and shades you, for good reason or not, but I can guarantee that she's always admired you in a weird way." You say softly, gauging her reaction to see if this is something that she's comfortable talking about.

Isabela looks up at you, with a questionable look on her face. "Hm, how do you know that?" She asks, curious to know more about what her sister has said to you about her.

"It's usually only on very, very rare occasions. But, when she does talk about you in a positive light, she goes on tangents about how can you be so graceful and perfect, you know, how silky smooth your hair is!" You lightly tease her, taking a piece of your hair and twirling it around your finger. Isabela scoffs at the action as another smile sneaks on her face.

"I extremely doubt that."

"I'm not kidding, plus I have a younger sister, I think I'm more than an expert on this subject." You say, but Isabela only raises her eyebrows more at you.

"Did you also forget that I've been her babysitter ever since her 5th birthday?" You continue, not wanting to recall the reason behind how 8-year-old you found Mirabel, far from the fireworks that still blasted to the sky, despite what happened that night. You shake your head at the thought as Isabela hums while nodding.

"Well, point is, she talks about you a lot, negatively or positively. Sometimes all I hear is "Isabela this," "Isabela that," all day. Either way, it all comes from her sisterly love." You say, slightly teasing her. Isabela gives you a soft smile, a little happy that her little sister thinks of her in a good light somewhat.

"You should, I don't know, probably go easier on her, or something. It'd just suck if two of my favorite Madrigals are forever arch-enemies." You say with an awkward chuckle, but you got your message across.

Isabela listens to your words carefully, she's relieved that her baby sister thinks of her like that, yet guilt pools inside of her. The only times they haven't been actively hostile to each other is when you're around. Sparkly you, always trying to relieve the tension between them by bringing up an embarrassing story about Mirabel that Isabela wouldn't know in any other way, then Mirabel would counter that with another story about how you completely humiliate yourself once again. Now that she's thinking about it, Isabela has always admired how you're so carefree, in that charming way of yours. She's even a little envious every time her sister talks about you, maybe it's because she wants to be like you, or be with you. (Wait, what does that mean?)

Speaking of her sister...

Isabela shakes her head to ignore your last words, "That's funny, because all I hear from her is how great you are." she says, "Me? Great?" You ask, and Isabela nods to confirm, you shake your head in disbelief. "Didn't you just say that you don't talk to each other?"

"Well, it's more so her talking about you to mamá, as you just experienced." She explains, you nod. "Usually about how you dislocated your hand or how you single-handedly entertained all the kids." She continues, ignoring how you smiled at her with a sheepish grin from what she said, "Sometimes she says stories from your past, sometimes along the lines of how you let her light the fireworks at 5 years old, which was a very dangerous thing to do, by the way." She laughs as your eyes widen, "Snitch." You mutter quietly, she laughs louder at that.

"Don't worry, mamá loves you. Me too, even. You've always been nice to my family." Isabela says, and you fidget with the ends of your bandages at her words. "And I'm glad you can put my little sister on a leash when she goes too far." she adds, and you burst out laughing at the remark.

Your laughter was short-lived when your arm bumped hard against the island countertop, making you grimace in pain. Isabela quickly stopped what she was doing as she shoves an arepa from one of the baskets in your mouth. You gave her a nod as thanks while you covered your mouth with a hand to prevent any crumbs from coming out.

You continue chewing as Isabela looks at with you with concern, you give her a thumbs up as your arms began to slowly itself and she gives you a relieved smile before finishing the last batch of the arepas.

Mirabel comes back with her hand pinching Camilo's ear as she drags him back in the kitchen, forcing him to drop the arepas he stole back in the baskets.

"Where's mamá?" Isabela turns to her sister as she lightly scolds Camilo. "She's helping Tia Pepa calm down." Mirabel says deadpan, turning to look at her and turning back to see Camilo grin sheepishly.

You laugh at the Madrigals in front of you in amusement, stretching your arms as they seem to be fully healed. "Well, I'm going to go, now." You announce, their attention going to you.

"So soon?" Isabela says, and Mirabel looks at her with a suspicious expression.

"Unfortunately, I'd love to be in your company for a little while longer but I have a lot of things to prepare for, chores to do." You say, giving her a smile as you make your way towards the exit in the kitchen, "It was a delight to be with you guys and Camilo, don't cause trouble." You tease him, and he only shrugs with a smile.

"I'll see you guys later tonight. Thank you for the arepa, Isabela!" You bid goodbye with a wave as you race out of the house.

"What did you guys talk about?" Camilo turns to Isabela as soon as you're out of sight.

Isabela throws an arepa at his face.

❀

Number two,

You stood in a corner of the room, just looking around with wonder as your mother and sister engage in conversation with the other guests in Antonio's new room, just shortly after when he received his new gift.

The music was bouncing through the air, making the room so lively that the people around you started dragging their partners to dance along with. Soon enough, you made your way through the crowd to get outside— right before bumping into someone, nearly making both of you stumble to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going-" They said, their voice tinted with annoyance, and you looked up to see Isabela's eyes meet yours.

"Ah! Isabela, sorry! I didn't mean to bump in to you." You apologized to her as you brushed off the non-existent dust on your legs.

"Oh, no, it's okay. It's no big deal." She said, shaking her hand to dismiss you. You gave her a small smile as you patiently waited for her to move away from the door that led to the rest of the Madrigal Residence.

"Sorry- were you trying to, uh, get outside?" She asked awkwardly, pointing the door behind her with both of her thumbs.

"Yes, outside." you said as you let out a quiet chuckle, she shuffled out of the way adorably, letting you go out first, following behind you shortly after.

You looked at her with slight confusion as she tries to avoid eye contact with you, looking at the other direction as both of you leaned onto the blue railing her home had on the second floor.

"So," she starts, "What are you doing out here? I mean, the party's inside there, you know." she asks, tilting her head towards Antonio's open door.

"I wanted to get fresh air," You pause, "which is kind of ironic because Antonio's room is quite literally an entire jungle and you know, there's a lot of plants and trees in there and photosynthesis and they release a lot of oxygen, so there's already a ton of fresh air in there-" you paused to catch your breath, "I mean, it's already sort of insane how a huge jungle can fit in there. Also, Antonio can talk to animals! That's insane." You exclaimed.

"You're acting as if our entire family doesn't have magical gifts." Isabela says with a small tease to her voice.

"Oh! Don't get me wrong, having a gift of any kind would just be enchanting." You raised your arms in mock defense, "Imagine I can make fireworks from my hands!" You say to her as you put your head on your hand.

"That would be disastrous." She says, you looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "You would blow up the entire Encanto." Isabela explains, full-on teasing you now.

You gasp in offense jokingly, "You think of me like that? I would never!" You whisper-shouted, "Look, I've been working with fireworks since forever, I've most definitely never, ever, ever gotten a single burn in my entire life." You say, sarcasm leaking from your voice as Isabela lets out a laugh.

"Didn't you get dragged by my sister to eat our Mamá's famous healing arepas because of said burns?" She teases you with a smile on her face.

"Sarcasm, Isabela Madrigal! Also, not everyone is perfect. I think it's impressive enough that I've survived this long making explosives." You say, returning her smile with one of your own.

Isabela raises her eyebrows at your statement, "Wait, did you make the fireworks earlier?" she asks. "What? Of course! All by myself, sort of." You said as if it was common knowledge. Isabela only raises her eyebrows even more in surprise.

"You didn't know?"

"Well, I thought that your family was known for making fireworks, and that you were just sort of the trouble maker." She explains, but a smirk on her face appears as she teases you once more.

You shake your head in disagreement, "Well, you are very wrong, princessa." you say, the name slight sliding out smoothly as you let out a laugh in disbelief.

"It is I who makes the beautiful fireworks around our beautiful Encanto," You say, arms opening wide open as Isabela looks at you amused. "Do apologize to Dolores on my behalf for tonight, I always feel bad for her when I light them up." You whisper to her, rubbing the back of your neck.

Isabela lets a small laugh under her breath, "Sure." she says. "And, I was looking for Mirabel after that... fiasco back there, but she's nowhere. If you find her, check up on her for me, if you could."

"Oh, she's probably off somewhere causing some trouble. I'm surprised you're not with her." Isabela says, teasing you.

"Have some faith in your sister! I know I'm supposed to be her babysitter but sometimes it's the other way around." You say, pointing a finger at her, and she slaps your hand away with a smile.

"I can't have faith in either of you, based on the humiliating stories you two constantly tell me." She says, shaking her head in amusement.

You scoff, "Well, I can't say for much for Mirabel, I think you should get to know her yourself. But I'll be more than glad to give you reasons as to why you should most definitely trust me when your life is in my hands."

"I don't like how you phrased that." She says with slight concern, you only laugh at her. "But, okay, go on."

"I'm sure you know that I'm all about, fire and explosions- chemicals and all that." You say, "My mother is in no way in condition of making very hazardous explosives so she focuses on other things we sell. My sister is in charge of the materials, as well as the plant and flower alternatives for our fireworks." You explain, "So that only leaves me, I am absolutely not letting my mami do the work and there's no way I'm working with flowers, they annoy me." You finish rambling, letting out a small groan at even the thought of working with flowers.

Isabela raises her eyebrows at this.

You only just realized what you said as you quickly turned to her in panic, "Not in a bad way! It's just that, I hate flowers! Wait- no, I just get really sneezy around them, not allergic or anything! It's just that if they smell bad and my body acts up I get really sick around them. I'm not saying flowers smell bad, they're absolutely beautiful and they smell good! Most of the time- well actually, maybe sometimes. But even then they don't annoy me as much when you're around, they usually smell really good and really pretty too! Like you, you smell good- wait, that's kind of weird. You're pretty like a flower- yeah!"

While you continued to ramble, Isabela only continued to get more and more flustered as you unconsciously got closer to her. Flowers were sprouting on her hair and another one sprouted right in front of her, and right below your foot- causing you to fall forward on her and land in an extremely questionable position-

You only processed what just happened when you felt your hands land on the floor below you. You tilted your head to see Isabela's face so close to you-

"Dios mio, I am so, so, sorry-" You kept muttering apologies as you scrambled to get the both of you up, tearing your eyes away from her to save the tiniest bit of your sanity left.

"It's okay! I don't mind!" Isabela blurted out, you both realizing what she just said, causing one of your knees to give in as both of you fall on the floor. Again. Embarrassingly.

"Oi, hermano! Mami's looking for yo-" A familiar voice reaches you, your sister, only younger by a couple of years. She stands in Antonio's doorway before landing her eyes on you and Isabela, completely frozen in her tracks.

"It's not what it looks like!" Both you and Isabela whisper-shouted at her. Your sister could only stare horrified as the two of you stood up awkwardly from your previous positions.

"Hermanita, I can explain-" You started, but your younger sister only raised her hand for you to zip your mouth.

"I don't want to hear it. I'll just pretend I never saw what I just saw. That was a horrifying and traumatizing-" She said with a serious tone, but you could tell it was also to tease you as she had her head turned, using her other hand to cover her eyes from the sight she just saw.

"Okay, you know what, just go!" You ushered her back in the room in embarrassment. Looking back at Isabela and mouthing an "I am so sorry." to her. She smiles awkwardly at you and all you want at that point is for Casita to bury you under the ground.

You walk back into Antonio's room as your little sister leads you to your mother. She looks back at you and whispers, "Are you dating Isabela Madrigal?" She asks you with wide eyes.

"No! I'm not!" You whisper-shouted at her as you cover your face with your hands.

"What the hell was that back there then?" She asks, desperate for what's about to unfold.

"It's too embarrassing! I'm not telling you."

"You have to tell me!"

-

Isabela stabilized herself on the railing behind her, a hand on her flushed face as she waited for the embarrassment to fade away. The tiles in front of her clacked up and down, seemingly teasing her as Isabela let out a small huff. "Casita, no." She said before pushing herself to go back in Antonio's room.

She stood beside her Abuela as she watched the rest of the crowd have fun. Soon later, two of her beloved cousins came in her sight. Dolores and Camilo approached her with a smug grin on both of their faces, Isabela can only hope it isn't because of the very same thing that caused her to be so flushed.  

"Hola, princessa." Camilo purrs at her teasingly as they both stand on either side of her. Dolores lets out a giggle when Isabela punches him on the shoulder harshly. "Ow!" He lets out a pained groan.

"Dolores, what did you tell him?" Isabela snaps her head towards her other cousin, Dolores raises her eyebrows innocently. "It's more like what he told me." Dolores teases as she looks at you from across the room, seeing you being bothered by your younger sister as she tries to get something out of you.

"I'm telling you, Dolores. You should've seen her!" Camilo says, recalling the day he bumped into you in town. "Oh trust me, I heard all of that a mile away." Dolores says knowingly as Isabela lets out a groan between the two of them.

"I have never seen Isabela interact with anybody like that." Camilo says, a hand on his chest to feign shock. "I mean, she doesn't really talk to anybody, does she?" He mocks her, "Excuse me, I'd like to tell you that I have many friends in Encanto." Isabela defends herself.

Camilo only shrugs with a teasing grin on his face as Isabela scoffs at him.

"I mean, Isa, all the times I've heard you in town is either your flowers swooshing in the air or Abuela forcing you to talk to someone, take, I don't know," Dolores' eyes looks around the room searching, when she lands on a certain handsome man. "Take Mariano for example." She says softly, almost sounding as if she's swooning, Isabela notices this with a small smile on her face.

"Pfft, she's saying you need friends, mi prima." Camilo says with a laugh, not before getting another nudge to the stomach, "Oof!"

"Well, I don't need friends, or anyone for that matter." Isabela says smugly, "I think I'm perfectly perfect, alone."

Camilo shakes his head in disapproval when he hears her say that and Dolores lets out a small chuckle at her. "Really? I thought you'd be more than glad to be a certain someone's friend." Dolores comments as her gaze goes back to you telling your sister about something, another grin appearing on her face as she overhears what you say.

"You're pretty, they say. It'd be nice to get closer to you, they say." Dolores whispers, Camilo lets out a buoyant laugh when Isabela sprouts flowers on her hair.

"Sis, weren't you just about to tell me something? What is it?!" Camilo asks excitedly and Isabela looks at Dolores only to find a smirk directed at her.

Dolores couldn't even open her mouth before Isabela shoves a flower inside to silence her.

-

Your sister only teases you when you finish telling her the embarrassing thing that just occurred a few moments ago, you cringed as your eyes dart around the room for them to land on Dolores and Camilo laughing, at Isabela's glowing face.

"That is embarrassing. You've embarrassed yourself in front of a Madrigal, that's twice the embarrassment!" Your sister says and you purposely ignore her to continue admiring Isabela.

"You don't even have shame staring at her, right after what just happened!" Your sister laughs, poking fun at you. You were about to shout at her in humiliation before your mother approaches you two.

"What are you two up to again?" She asks looking between you two, an amused expression on her face.

"Mami, they've completely dragged our family name to the ground, burned it, crushed it, completely and utterly destroyed it-" Your little sister teases loudly as she goes to your mother.

"Oh?" Your mother says as she looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"It's nothing! She's just exaggerating, ma." You say, pushing your sister aside.

"They embarrassed themselves in front of the Isabela Madrigal, mamá. We're talking about Isabela Madrigal here. The golden flower of Encanto- the eldest child of the Madrigals!"

"Mija, I think you're the only one who seems to care about this, your sibling would already be used to humiliating themselves."

"Ma!"

❀

Number three,

It's been a couple of days since the Casita broke down, as well as the rest of the Madrigal family losing their gifts, and finding Mirabel- A lot of things has happened and during this period, the rest of Encanto had to learn not to rely on the family. Without Tia Pepa's and Isabela's gifts, crops weren't as substantial and amongst other things like the donkeys running around town, much to Luisa's displeasure.

Isabela gets out of her room, done with cleaning herself up as the last touches of Casita were finished. She looks downstairs to see some of her family going about like her Tia Pepa adjusting Antonio's clothes, and she smiles when she sees Mirabel and Camilo doing whatever they're doing.

She hears a door opening beside her, and she turns to see Dolores coming out of her own room. "Dolores." She greets as Dolores leans against the railing beside her.

"You got your gift back?" Isabela asks, checking up on her as something clearly happened when they all finished rebuilding the casita earlier that day.

Dolores nods at her question, "It's... quieter, this time.  Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders." she explains.

"Quite literally." Isabela says, tilting her head towards Abuela walking towards Camilo and Mirabel as they engage in pleasant conversation. Dolores raises her eyebrows at her and lets out a small laugh.

"How are you and Mariano?" Isabela asks with a slight grin on her face, happy to finally be in this position instead as both of them slowly start walking downstairs.

"We only just talked a few hours ago, Isa. Come on, we barely know each other." Dolores says blatantly with a small smile on her face.

"I don't know, it looked like you two were getting to know each other really well." She teases.

Dolores rolls her eyes, "Well, don't be jealous. I'm sure you'll have someone in the future." she teases right back at her as Isabela lets out a small laugh, "We're taking it slow, if you really want to know."

"I'm glad to hear that." Isabela says with a smile, happy for her cousin as they reach the bottom floor. Mirabel comes up to her, "Hey Isa! I'm going outside, mom's calling for you! Great dress, by the way. Looks really good on you!" she says as fast as she went outside. Isabela shakes her head at her younger sister's antics.

"She's definitely up to something." Dolores whispers as she goes somewhere else in the house, probably to check the rest of her family. Isabela gives her a smile before going to the kitchen.

"Mamá? Mirabel said you were looking for me." she says as she enters the room, where her parents are, her mother making empanadas as soon as she found out her gift was working, along with her father, in charge of rolling the dough.

Julieta looks back to see her daughter all dressed up, "Isabela, you look wonderful! Wait- give me a second." She says before turning back to grab the knives far away from her husband, "Keep rolling that dough, amor." She says to him, wiping her hands on a nearby towel.

Isabela laughs quietly as her dad shakes his head in disapproval towards her mother.

"Mirabel says she's prepared a little something for the family. I was going to tell you to get ready but it looks like you cleaned yourself up quite beautiful, dear." Julieta says, putting a hand on her daughters cheek as she admires her blue dress.

"The dress is gorgeous, it's very..."

"Imperfect?"

"No, it's very you." Julieta answers with a soft smile.

Dolores' head pops in through the doorway, "Tia, Tio. I hear that we should be going now." she says.

Julieta gives her a nod, "We'll catch up," she says, turning back to her daughter, "You should go with your cousins. I have to make sure your papi doesn't somehow ruin the entire batch of food we made."  

"Julieta, I heard that!"

The two girls looked back to see him pouting, laughing at him before Isabela waves goodbye to her parents, going beside Dolores as they start up another conversation.

"What do you think Mirabel's preparing?" Isabela starts, Dolores only gives her a smile and a shrug.

"I have a good idea, but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." She whispers and Isabela gives her a weird look. "All I can say, is that the surprise is right outside this door." She says, her hand pointing to the big, blue door in front of them.

-

The events that occurred to the Madrigals left many people in a scuffle, including you.

Many of the townsfolk approached your family for certain plants and herbs that the farmers typically didn't have, and on the normal occasion they'd rely on Isabela but since everything that happened, you were quite busy, even more so than when you're preparing fireworks for an upcoming celebration.

Speaking of celebrations, today was just after the day that the Casita has been rebuilt as well as the Madrigals getting their gifts back, assisted by the people of Encanto as a way to repay the family the night prior.

It's around noon now, the sun is slowly setting in the sky and you're just about to go to the plaza to prepare the fireworks for an afterparty, one that's to appreciate the Madrigal family for what they are and what they've done, an idea by Mirabel and the village was more than happy to help and celebrate.

You carefully carried the fireworks down town before Mirabel sees you, shouting your name with an ecstatic wave. You tried your best to wave back as you struggled to do so with the items in your arms. You can see her laugh as she stands by your side, offering her arms to help carry half of what you have. You thank her with a nod, handing her some of your fireworks.

"I'm glad to see Mirabel the Miracle thriving as always." You tease her, she only shakes her head as she balances the fireworks in her arms.

"Seriously? I was having such a good day too." She says in annoyance and you laugh, walking along with her.

"Well, you have no idea how glad I am to see you and your family doing well. This party too, great idea, by the way. I'm sure the entire family will be happy." You give her a wide smile and she returns it with one of her own.

"Thank you but I would say that it's a collaborative effort, really. I wouldn't be able to do this without the rest of you." She says with a smile, and you can tell that she's not taking it to heart.  

You shake your head, "Ay, Mirabel, take some of the credit. You were the one who helped your familia adjust, you were the one who decided to have this fabulous party and you were the one that helped with rebuilding the Casita." As you continued to compliment her, both of you stopped in front of Casita.

"Not really, everybody helped-" She says before you shush her with a finger on your mouth.

"Hola Casita." You greeted with a small wave, the house opening and closing its' windows as a way to greet you back and as the door opens, you see Dolores whispering to.. Isabela.

You've completely forgotten about Isabela since Antonio's ceremony, utterly embarrassed at what previously happened as you rejected any thoughts that brings the memory back. It was easy, especially with so many things happening in a short span of time.

But now that's everything calmed down, you are now forced to meet the consequences of your actions.

"Isa!" Mirabel shouts as she waves a hand at her sister, nearly making one of the fireworks fall. "Mira- be careful!" You say as you tuck one that was on the edge of her arm back into her hold.

"Hola," Dolores greets you with your name as she drags Isabela beside her. "Fireworks?" She asks with uncertainty.

You slightly lift the fireworks in your arms, giving her a nod with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. You might want to get somewhere far away or, you know, cover your ears later." You advise her.

Dolores groans, "You need to work on like, silent fireworks, or something. I love the splashy colors but you know how the noise is for me." she says sadl and you nod.

"Fortunately for you, I am actually experimenting on something similar." You tell her with a smile and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, you nod in confirmation. "It's a little impossible to fully block out the noise, explosives and all that." You continue, "But we can definitely reduce the noise with some other alternatives. My sister is working on some plant-based ones for salts to keep the sparks colorful." You inform her as Dolores nods to your rambling, before hearing Isabela mutter a 'cute,' looking back at her with a grin as she gets caught.

"Plant-based fireworks, huh? That sounds cool, Isabela can help with that!" she looks back at you, going behind her cousin and putting her hands on her shoulders.

"What?" Isabela says in confusion.

"In fact, Isa will help you with the fireworks! Mirabel- come with me." Dolores says as she grabs Mirabel's hand,

"Wait, what about the fireworks?" Mirabel asks skeptically.

"Give 'em to your sister! She'll be helping after all," She says as Mirabel hands her sister the fireworks you were about to prepare.

"I- Wait- What?" Isabela stutters out as she watches her cousin drag her sister away from the two of you.

You cough onto your shoulders to grab her attention, and she turns to look at you.

"Great to see you again, Isabela." You greet her awkwardly.

"I'm glad to see you alive and well." She says with a smile, you shake your head at her teasing, "I'll take that as a compliment. Shall we?" You offer, Isabela nodding along as you walk with her towards the center of the town.

"So, plant-based fireworks? I thought you hate working with flowers." She teases, and you nod with a laugh.

"Not all plants are flowers, although I think you already know that with your gift."

"It's actually only just recently that I managed to create a plant that's not a flower."

"Really? Just recently?" You ask her in surprise, she nods. "I always thought you could do all sorts of plants. How did that come to be?"

"I don't know, magic, obviously." She says, and you give her a sarcastic ‘haha.’ "It's got something to do with my emotions probably. You know, I feel majestic and pretty all the time." You glance at her with a slightly weird look.

"What? Am I not allowed to feel pretty?" She says with a teasing grin, "Never said that. Plus, of course you're pretty." You say smoothly, looking back at the path in front of you as she chuckles.

"Tell me more. It’d be nice to get closer to you." You say, suggesting for her to continue. "Well, just as I said, pretty and majestic equals to flowers, sort of." She continues, and you nod as you listen to her words. "It's only when I tried expanding my horizons, seeing what else can I do, that I managed to create something else." She explains.

"I've always thought of you as an adventurous person, It's a bit interesting it took you this long." You comment on her, no malice intended.

"Ah well, not everybody is willing to risk their lives like you." She says, and you give her a side glare. "And I had lots of responsibilities, doing many things and a lot of stuff was put on me, you know, like.."

"Pressure?" You guess for her, "Something like that." She shrugs, "Either way, I managed to let it go and I've never felt better." She tells you with a smile, and you give her another one back.

"I guess that explains the dress too?" You ask, grinning at her, pointing your chin towards the splash of color on her skirt. She looks down and looks back at you with a smile, "Part of it. Do you not like it?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it looks great on you! Very different from your usual pink dresses. It sort of reminds me of a..." You blank out for a little bit, thinking of a specific word.

"What?" She asks, curious to hear your answer.

"It reminds me of a firework." You answer with a smile, and her eyes widen at your claim. "You know, its colorful and all that, it really does fit you." You explain further, a little embarrassed as she giggles at your awkwardness.

"What other plants can you make?" You ask, she hums as she thinks.

 "Succulents right now, cacti and all that." She answers.

"Do you think you can make one right now?" You ask, Isabela thinks for a little more before shaking her head. "What? Why not?" You pout at her, disappointed.

"If I make one right now, you'll probably fall flat face-first on the spikes." She teases, and you sigh.

"Maybe another time, then. Have you met my sister?" You ask her, and she shakes her head. "You two would get along. She's been experimenting with a lot of different plants lately, especially when people started coming to us for things other than fire hazards."

"You should introduce me to her then, it'd be nice to be with someone that doesn't hate working with flowers."

You look at her with another pout, just right as you see your sister approaches you from behind. She was about to say something, before recognizing that Isabela was with you. You don't even sense her before Isabela waves to someone behind you.

"Oh, hermana! I didn't see you there. Perfect timing!" You say as you turn around to see her looking between you and Isabela awkwardly. "This is, uh, Isabela." You say as you point to her awkwardly, "We're... friends?" you say, unsure, looking back at Isabela for confirmation,

"We're friends." She nods.

"Right, and Isabela, this is my little sister." You carefully put an arm around your sister, pulling her close. "Hola." She greets awkwardly as Isabela gives her a smile.

"You're uh, about to prepare the fireworks now, right?" Your sister asks you stiffly, "Si, we're just about to." You nod.

"Okay, give some of them to me, I'll help you." She says, raising her arms as you give her a weird look. "Uh, okay?" You give some of them to her as she goes to the firework setup you have in the middle of the town.

"I think she hates me." Isabela says after a moment, making you laugh. "No, no. Don't worry, that's just her. I promise she likes you." You say as you lead her to the other firework setups.

"She reminds me of you. Awkward, and stiff." She says as both of you lean down to one of the wooden planks for stabilizing the fireworks. You shoot her a glare jokingly.

"I hope she's not as fire-prone as you, because I'd be very concerned for her if so." She says as she glances at your sister just a couple meters away. You laugh at her concern for your sister.

"Don't worry, she's way better than me. But here, it's best if I teach you about these things.." You say, grabbing her attention as you put the stick of the rocket inside the tube. "That's all you have to do, these are the slightly bigger fireworks we have, but they should be safe with a crowd around." you tell her.

"Oh, are we going to light these up?" Isabela asks, "Mirabel wants your entire family to, but only these I think. The other pyrotechnics in town will light some of their own." You confirm.

"Isn't this a little dangerous?" Isabela asks with concern as you move on to the next firework setup, you look at her with a grin. "Of course it is, but as long as nothing goes wrong, we'll be fine. That's what make this perfect." You say, guiding her hands to put another rocket in the tube.

"I would say it's far from perfect when you end up with 3rd degree burns." Isabela says as you move on to the next setup. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't get burned if you're so worried about it."

"You'll push me out of the way?"

"I was actually thinking of using my body as a shield."

"It's like you're asking to get injured."

You and Isabela continue to tease each other back and forth, and soon enough all of the fireworks have been set up and a crowd has formed around the plaza. You can see Mirabel's figure in front of the crowd as her eyes search for someone, and eventually she finds you and Isabela.

She jogs over to your side, and you can see the rest of your family behind her. "Time for celebration?" You ask her and she nods enthusiastically. Camilo and Antonio appear beside her,

"Are we lighting the fireworks?" Antonio asks with wide eyes. "With parental supervision." You nod your head with a smile, "Lame." Camilo mutters and you can see his mother slap the back of his head.

Your sister comes up to you, handing you some sparklers as you distribute them to the Madrigal Family as you explain what to do once they're about to light the fireworks. You gave another to Mirabel before turning to Isabela to give her one of the last ones. A leftover sparkler remains in your hands.

"Where's Dolores?" You ask her, looking around the crowd to find no sight of her. "Pfft, probably somewhere with her boyfriend Mariano." She says with a grin as she goes behind one of the rockets, aligning with the rest of her family as they go towards theirs.

"Mariano? Wait, I feel like I've heard of him. Wasn't he your boyfriend or am I wrong?" You ask confused as Isabela gives you a smile, "It's a little complicated, but I guess this means you'll be lighting her rocket then?" She asks, pointing to the empty spot beside her.

"I hope she doesn't mind, I should really catch up on my gossip." You joke as you stand beside her, checking both of the directions on either of your side to check on the rest of the family, the crowd around you waiting for the opening.

You look at Mirabel beside you and nod at her, signaling for her to begin. She looks around the plaza and begins to shout loudly, "Everyone! On the count of three!" she begins, slowly inching her sparkler to the fuse of the firework.

"One!" The crowd shouts, you look around and are surprised to see Bruno himself slightly inching his own sparkler with rats on his hand, Pepa and Felix are guiding Antonio's as their own sparkler comes closer, Luisa seems to be slightly nervous but she pushes through.

"Two!" You can hear Camilo and Mirabel's voice loudly, they seem to be having fun, you thought. You turn to look at Isabela for her to give you an excited smile that you return.

"Three!" The rockets make a hissing sound as the sparklers make contact one by one, shooting them into the sky with colorful smoke trailing below them. You light the firework in front of you, and Isabela does too and you both scurry away from them.

They explode in the air, you can see Pepa's side turn into warm reds, oranges and yellows and the other side with more cooler colors.

"I can see why you do this sort of thing, dangerous as it is." Isabela turns to whisper to you, looking at the bright smiles that's on the faces of her family.

"I honestly just think it looks cool." You say with a shrug, covering one of your ears when you see the other pyrotechnics bringing in their own firework cakes and fountains.

The fireworks calm down soon enough and more people set their own shows in the middle of the plaza. The music is bustling and Isabela grabs your hand dragging you through the crowd.

"Mamá, Papá, I'm sure you've met Mirabel's friend before." She skids to a stop as you face her parents. Julieta's eyes lighten at the sight of you, bringing you in her arms for a hug. "Thank you for helping Mirabel set this up. It's a wonderful party," She says kindly and you heat up at her words.

Abuela Alma, Pepa, Felix and Antonio passes by you, as you give them a small wave, "Wonderful show! It was very colorful, the people of Encanto loved it." Abuela Alma compliments you, patting Antonio's hair as he sits on his jaguar.

"Si, I had a lot of fun." Pepa comments, "It was amazing, chica! I thought fireworks were already exploding from Pepa's head, turns out she was just very excited." Felix says, teasing his wife as she punches him lightly in the shoulder, the moon above her head shining a little brighter. Abuela Alma chuckles at their interaction.

"No hay problema, I only just set up the fireworks. I'm glad you had fun." You say as Julieta grabs your hands in hers.

"And I'm glad to see you not injured this time." She teases, and you heat up more in embarrassment.

"I've already eaten 3 arepas so far, chico." Her husband, Agustin says behind her and you laugh at his remark. "Abuelo Agustin! I'm glad to see you alive!" You say with a wide smile as Agustin gasps at you.

"Abuelo?! I am not that old! Isabela, control your cariño!" Agustin shouts at her with a smile, and you can only laugh at his reaction.

"Dad!" Isabela yells at him in embarrassment as Julieta laughs at her daughter and her husband.

"Es broma, señor!" You laugh loudly as he grabs you and lightly grinds his fist against your head.

A man calls your name from the crowd, "Oi! We're lighting up the fountains, it'd be nice to have a hand or two, mija!" he shouts loudly at you.

"Ay, I'll be there!" You answer him as Agustin releases you from his arms. "Do you want to come along, señor?" You offer. He turns to look at Julieta for permission and she nods at him, "Be careful." she warns him.

He nods at her, "Alright, let's go!" He says excitedly as he leads you to the crowd. You turn back to wave at Isabela. 'I'll see you later.' you mouth at her, and she gives you a smile as you disappear into the crowd.

Julieta turns to look at her daughter, "I didn't know you were dating them." she says with a proud smile on her face as Isabela's eyes nearly bulge out of their eye sockets.

"Ay, mamá, we're not dating." She counters, "Not yet!" Camilo suddenly appears, making her jolt.

"Dios mio, Camilo!" Isabela scolds him, "Tia Julieta, I hope you have arepas prepared because I can feel my doom coming." He says as he dodges one of Isabela's projectile-plant at him.

"Mija." Her mother says sternly but teasingly at the same time, Isabela laughs awkwardly when she sees her mother smirk at her, directing her eyes somewhere else only to see Dolores whispering something to Mirabel, making eye contact with her sister as they walk over to her with a grin.

"Dolores just told me everything." Mirabel teases her with a grin, Isabela groans as she and Camilo laughs at her.

"Don't act as if I don't see you admiring their sister." Isabela laughs as both of their eyes widen at what she said, "Wait, who?!" The two of them shout as they nearly trample her. Dolores watching them in amusement as if they're tiny kittens wrestling each other.

“Ay, even if you say you’re not dating them, I have full trust that they’ll take care of you.” Julieta teases her more, Camilo and Mirabel wooing at Isabela at the statement 

“Mami, I’m telling you- we’re just friends.” She says, hearing a sarcastic “Yeah, sure.” from one of the younger Madrigals.

Isabela would've continued teasing them if it weren't for the loud familiar shouts that came from the middle of the plaza. She makes eye contact with her mother as they both rush to the crowd.

"We shouldn't have trusted them."

#i dont think i wrapped this up very well LOL #im just at shock that this is 10k words #thats cool i guess KEKW #anyways isabela madrigal is so pretty dhsakjda #you guys can send in requests for the wahmen of encanto #if you want YEP #encanto x reader #isabela madrigal x reader

[beesmygod]

very very specific call for information: anyone out there deal with out-toeing caused by external tibial rotation (duck feet from a fucked up tibia) AS AN ADULT?

im putting this out here because 1. theres like no fucking information on the entire internet about adults who never grew out of a common childhood problem (unlike children, who self-correct by strengthening muscles, my tibia is an inherited condition. mom has it but not nearly as bad) and 2. i just want to know more! especially what im looking at for recovery.

e: im me from the future. this post is so long and boring and navel gazey so i added images in the hopes it might trick you into wanting to share it.

i only just started this process yesterday: after a series of free association google searches stemming from the fear that i had developed peripheral artery disease at age 31, i discovered symptoms i had been attributing to other random issues (pain radiating down leg? i must be bloated and pressing down on a nerve. pain in shins when i walk even for a short while or up a single flight of stairs? i must be out of shape and destroying my body. knees swollen with fluid in the 4th grade? bursitis, etc) could pretty much all be traced back to my fucked up leg.

my right leg (/my/ right) is visibly fucked from the outside and always has been since i was born. the left is as well, although to a much less (and likely ignorable) extent than the right. i’ve know about this forever; my parents at one point took me to a doctor who was like “yeah she’s shaped like a twizzler” but didnt actually recommend any action. therefore, it was assumed by all that there was nothing we could do and i just had to suffer my junji ito uzamaki curse forever.

which would suck because it’s not great. my family was not receptive to any complaints i had about my body hurting growing up so i just gave up on giving a shit about it. i’m going to start from the top bottom on pain:

sometimes i walk with a limp because my hip and knee joint would work in tandem to get a sharp pain that makes putting weight on it hard.

during my period, i usually end up with at least a day or two where i get deep toothache like pain in my thigh. its always there, not throbbing, and it just. aches.

for some reason my body favors it so when im standing i find myself almost completely leaning on it (which just makes it hurt more later). i can feel myself fucking my knees up when i do this because of how it has to shift around the twisted bone.

my knees swell up every time i kneel and put weight on them (growing up catholic made this excruciating).

walking is a nightmare. i usually try my best to pretend like my shins (specifically) aren’t screaming from mild exertion. i bought a step machine thinking i was just out of shape and a big whiner but it didn’t ever get better no matter how much and how consistently i did it. i though i was just assigned a really dogshit corporeal form that wasn’t built for improvement.

dont even think about running, buddy. i flip flap around like im wearing clown shoes AND it hurts like a bitch.

speaking of which, i also trip and fall on my own feet a lot. the doctor asked me this like “you don’t find yourself falling a lot while walking, right?” and i had to laugh because i eat shit at least 2x a month. i have a huge scar on my foot from last year.

now im about to upload some pictures of my legs. try not to scream. ignore the bruises, i spent all day yesterday/day before completely re-arranging my office so i beat the crap out of my legs lol.

here they are together, standing comfortably. im using the edge of our ugly tile as a straight edge for reference.

here’s the left one. i have no idea if this is normal. the doctor i saw yesterday said it was “less pronounced” on this side. i agree.

i look like im uploading instructions on how to hokey-pokey. anyway: right leg in. notice how it is, indeed, fucked up when lined up against the edge.

and here’s the knee straight. i really thought this was normal and i just had to deal with it for the rest of my life lol. i mean i still might uhhh let’s find out.

I AM LOOKING FOR INFORMATION FOR ADULTS:

pretty much everything online is for kids with assurances that they’ll “grow out of it” and absolutely no info otherwise for the rest of us. now for my QUESTIONS:

-which surgery would be done to correct this?

-i am an american, any idea what surgery cost might look like? (lol ignoring insurance, i want to see if im even close to the ballpark of it being feasible)

-how long is the surgery recovery time?

-can physical therapy correct this? if so, how long would it take?

-can you direct me to more information on living with out-toeing/duck footing/external tibial rotation? how can i manage symptoms?

-does anyone want to study me, because apparently im a rare specimen. im minting myself as an nft or whatever. fuck

ok thank you. please share if you want to but remember to tag it “long post” for people who dont want to be attacked by this big wall of legs

#long post #out-toeing #orthopedic

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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