#i don't know how to explain mine it's got a lot of spikes

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Hi if you struggle with opening containers (jars, bottles, etc) because of poor grip strength or w/e, there's lid opener tools that range from fancy electronic ones to super cheap and basic ones and they can be an absolute game changer. I have one that looks like an angry can opener and now I can actually open bottles on my own without wanting to break down crying from the pain.

#i don't know how to explain mine it's got a lot of spikes #if you search 'lid opener' you'll find a bunch and you'll know it when you see it #i didn't want to put this in the actual post because i don't want it to be misinterpreted #but it's actually really humiliating being forced to ask someone to open a bottle for me just so that i can have a drink #especially when i've been working at it for a while and i can't really use my hand anymore from the strain

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

So glad you're back!! Would you ever consider writing for Carmy x Richie's younger sister again?? I had an idea (if you want to write it, please dont overwhelm yourself) where reader and Carmen are fighting while reader is pregnant with their first baby and Carmen says something kinda mean to her and then she goes into laboro unexpectedly?! And seeing how Richie would react to that and be so defensive of his little sister 🥹

hi love! hope this is okay :) | fem!reader, mentions of a hospital, nicu stay/labor

You know he didn't mean it. Calling you stupid for showing up to the Bear that day when there was tools laying about, too many unknown people being around. He was just a worried soon-to-be dad, but that didn't make it easier.

Carmen was always protective over you, and now that you two had a baby on the way, it heightened. He was already on edge with the amount of repairs being done that day in the Bear, and the hazardous scene the restaraunt was in. He was just stressed out and took it out on you, like an idiot.

You didn't stick around to hear his apology after the words slipped out of his mouth. "Why are you being so difficult about this!? Showing up here was fucking stupid of you!" Nat took you outside to get you both away from each other, give you both some space to breathe. You could hear Carmen leave the restaraunt, disappearing to who knows where.

You sigh as you lean against the fence outside, gripping it with one hand. "He didn't mean it, it's just- there's been a lot happening today. Like a lot. Our fridge guy couldn't come and then a health inspection." Nat tried to explain. You were barely listening as your eyes squeezed shut. The pain in your abdomen and back you'd been briefly experiencing for the past few minutes had subsided as you let out an exhale. Syd stepped out at the same time.

"Hey, woah, you alright?" She asks. "Yeah, yeah sorry. Just Braxton Hicks. They just haven't been this intense." You answer. Syd stares at you both before clearing her throat. "I think your water just broke." She says.

You stare at her for a second, almost laughing. "Funny, Syd, but this isn't the time-" You look down and realize she's right. Your water just broke. "No, no, no it's too soon. We don't.. Carmen has to be here. You say, your voice filled with panic.

"Honey, I don't think you have a choice. Let's go to the hospital, okay? Syd, call Richie and Carmen, tell them to meet us at Chicago West." Nat takes your hand, helping you walk around the corner to her car, where she proceeds to break more then a few traffic laws.

"Who the fuck are you to talk to my sister like that?" Richie demands. The two were going back and forth after Carmen got back to the restaraunt. "Richie, I'm not fucking doing this with you right now." Carmen argues.

Syd walks in, exhaling. "Do either of you check your phones?!" She asks. "I don't know, he's a dumbass." Richie comments as Carmen rolls his eyes.

"Mine's.." Carmen frantically searches his pockets. "It must be in my office. What's the matter?" He asks. Syd frowns. "Y/n went into labor outside, Nat took her to Chicago West. I've been trying to call you to get you there before you miss the birth."

Carmen's already out the door by the time she finishes talking.

────

"If Carmen misses this, I'm going to kill him." Nat comments as she puts a pillow under your back for support. You sigh, laying back. The room is mostly quiet, except for the beeping of equipment. Monitoring your heartrate, your baby's heartrate, your contractions. It feels surreal to watch them increase and decrease with spikes on the monitor.

"He won't miss this. He'll be here." You say, your voice laced with doubt. You knew if Sydney had gotten ahold of Carmen, he'd be speeding to the hospital. Your doctor had been trying to push back your labor as much as she can, but you knew you were about to start pushing soon.

"I really hope you're right. I'm gonna go get you more ice chips." She says, stepping out of the room. You stare at the heartbeat monitors before you hear a small knock on the door. You turn to find Carmen in the doorway. "Hi." He says softly.

You smile. "Hey. Nice of you to drop by." You say, waiting for him to come over to you. When he doesn't immediately, you hold your hand out for him. He practically runs, taking it. "I'm so sorry. For not being here and for what I said. I shouldn't have- you didn't deserve that."

You shake your head. "Carm, you're here now. I'm glad you are. I love your sister but she is not a good birthing coach." She comments as he laughs.

He presses a kiss to your head. "I'm here now." He says. You squeeze his hand lightly. "I know you are, Carmy." Nat smiles as she returns. "Good, you get to live. Here are your ice chips. Best of luck." She wishes, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You smile. "Thanks for being so helpful, Nat."

────

Within the next half hour, your baby boy was in the world. Laying on your chest, his tiny hand wrapped around Carmen's finger. "He's so perfect." Carmen whispers, his voice filled with such fondness.

You two decided on a name: Theodore "Teddy" Berzatto. He was perfect to you two. Your own little boy, your son.

Richie and the rest of the staff came by the hospital. You swooned over your big brother getting to hold your little boy. "He looks just like dad." Richie admits quietly. You nod. "He does. Looks like dad and Mikey." Carmen agrees.

Your son couldn't have been surrounded with more love.

#maeberzatto #mae writes! #mae writes: the bear #mae has mail 💌 #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x fem reader #carmy berzatto x female reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx

[a-998h]

Seven

Creator's POV

The floor ripples like water and is made up of the colors of every element. Above me is the blue sky I saw when I got here. It's clear I'm dreaming, but I have no idea where I am. Walking across the multicolored water like surface I end up in front of something.

The thing is made of white light. It was shaped like me... I think. What ever this is looks human shaped but moved like a fire.

"Hello, young one," This thing says.

I back away. This thing, it gets off a warm feeling but I don't trust it.

Whatever this thing is stood there, menacingly.

The figure moved closer. By now I could make out some eyes and a mouth. The figure turned from light to something more solid.

"What the hell!" I yelled in fear.

The figure recoiled on shock. It slowly became more human looking. It started with the eyes gaining color and shape. The eyes matched mine perfectly. Next was the skin that matched my shade and marks, after that the figure gained my hair texture and color, and lastly it had my proportions.

"What are you?" I asked this thing.

This thing laughed, not in a cruel way but in a patronizing way. This pissed me off becuase it's like my own mind is mocking me. So far this has been so god damn werid that this has to be a dream.

"I'm what you were," it laughs.

"What?" I question.

By now I think I've just lost my mind. There is no way any of this is really. There is silence between us. The dream version of me moves closer to me.

"You don't believe me, do you?" She says.

I nod and she sighs. She paces back and forth with a neutral expression on its face. Its expression changes into a smile before rushing back towards me. It then starts touching the green liquid, which causes plants and flowers to grow from it. It was beautiful to see, but I still think this is a dream. The dream version of me the creates ice spikes from the light blue, almost white, liquid. She keeps creating things from each color of liquid. This just makes it seem more clear that I'm dreaming. I want to tell them that I still don't believe them, but something tells me that would be a bad idea.

"Ok, ok, I believe you. I just have a lot of questions," I tell them.

"Good, so what questions do you have?" It asks me.

I ask them what she meant when she said she was what I used to be. She laughs loudly at this. I give them a confused look.

"Well, I'm a god," It states.

I just stare at them becuase this sounds completly crazy. It explains more.

"I was created by the Phanes after Teyvat was created. I befriends the remaining dragons before I was tasked to create the archons," it explains.

It can tell that I'm confused. It tells me things about the world that was never in the game. This leaves one important question left, what does any of this have to do with me.

"Where do I come in all of this?" I ask.

"Well, after my death my soul was sent to a different world to be reincarnated becuase Celestia didn't like me," it says.

It feels like my head is in pain. This was crazy, this has to be a dream.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I ask it.

It pauses and thinks. It remians in their thoughts for who knows how long. When they comes out of their thoughts, it mentions how the people were treating me and how there were statues that looked like me. When I thought back to all of it, it made sense?

I ask them why its here, and that causes its ace to become cold.

"I'm here to warn you," it mumbles.

"Warn me about what?" I ask.

"They plan to keep you here, they don't want to lose any part of me," it says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

She didn't say anything for a bit. When it does start talking again, it says that I need to get to Musk Reef as quickly as possable. Apparently, an ancient civilization created the Spiral Abyss as a way for them to explore other worlds. It writes the stuff and ritual I'll need in order to get back home, and that I have six days to do this.

"O-ok, " I mumble out.

It starts trying to talk, but I can't hear it. Its mouth is moving like it's yelling but no sound is coming out of its mouth. Everything was getting brigther and brigther until everything was covered in a white light, and then.... I wake up.

#genshin impact #sagau #cult au #genshin fanfic #creator!reader #sagau lore #sagau cult au #sagau genshin #sagau x reader #genshin cult au #genshin sagau

[texanmarcusdavenport]

Lab Rats' Headcanons

(Mostly just neurodivergence & sexuality/gender headcanons.)

Chase

THIS SUPERHUMAN IS TRANSGENDER & AUTISTIC. someone get this boy some sound-canceling headphones. his transness is a huge source of insecurity for him, & adam's constant teasing does NOT help.

he is also a bisexual disaster(TM).

Bonus! Spike

mostly i consider spike to be like a fragment in a DID system, or a more realistic version of AI--he has a very specific purpose & behavior parameters & beyond that, he doesnt really. think? especially since he only comes out once in a blue moon.

the commando app triggers differently for everyone. chase's trigger is his social anxiety & general insecurity, not fear, thus why spike never activates when he's in actual danger.

ace or demi spike is an interesting concept. he's only attracted to dainty feminine people or muscle-bound gym rats, no in-between.

i know people love spike angst but i think he's actually pretty happy with his life. he comes out, fucks shit up, then sleeps for another year. what more could a guy want?

Bree

she is so. lesbian with comphet. and also adhd (hyperactive-type).

transfem bree is also very compelling (it explains why she's so desperate to separate herself from her brothers & fit in w girls her age). i think bree could've had a nice arc realizing that womanhood isn't defined by the clothes you wear or how you act, you're a woman regardless of all those things. unfortunately disney is full of misogynistic cowards 😔

Adam

Adam 🤝 Bree -> comphet. Adam is soooo aroace to me. he pretends to be attracted to women because he knows that's what's expected of him (& also it's funny/allows him to make fun of Chase more).

he is cisgender unfortunately 😔 but the biggest trans ally ever (effects of having so many trans family members)! it takes him like. a single day to get used to the idea of nonbinary people. a little longer to get used to they/them pronouns but he's TRYING.

he teases Chase for being feminine but in a weird way it's supposed to be gender-affirming? i mean, you don't make fun of girls for being girly, that'd be stupid (<- his thoughts, not mine lmao).

he has autism AND adhd (combined-type). double whammy. his sensory issues & rsd combine to make him kinda irritable/sensitive. he's social but crowds make him nervous, especially from season 3 onward. his special interest/hyperfixation is weird collectible items (an interest he & bree kinda share).

Leo

nonbinary. chill with any pronouns but most people default to he/him. doesn't like dresses but does wear skirts on occasion.

pansexual or unlabeled. or possibly aspec? i don't know and neither does he, honestly. he just got here.

soooo adhd it's unreal. combined-type like adam. finally started taking his meds around season 3.

Donald

AUTISTIC. it runs in the family.

straight trans guy. kinda homophobic ngl.

Douglas

also trans (it runs in the family). i fully accept the headcanon that he's adam, bree, & chase's egg donor.

HEAR ME OUT. schizophrenic douglas? schizophrenia is often misdiagnosed with things like autism or npd, since they have a lot of overlap (eccentric ways of thinking, paranoia & trust issues can at times look like grandiosity, etc.). he probably made his own medication since he didn't like the ones his therapist put him on.

sooo bisexual disaster that's where chase gets it from <3

Marcus

not trans not cisgender but a secret third thing <3

(no seriously. technically he's cis because he was designed to be a guy & he has no desire to be a woman. technically he's trans because robots have no assigned gender & he's a guy. technically he's cis because robots have no assigned gender & he doesn't really view himself as having a gender. technically he's trans because he was designed to be a guy but he wouldnt really mind being a woman. technically--)

i also like the idea of transfem marcus? no real reason it just appeals to me. bree would be so excited to have a sister <3

ace. not aro but he views romance very very differently from most people. he'd only date someone who's really interesting to him. he gets his taste in romantic partner from douglas lmao.

SOOOO NPD & BPD. the constant lying. belief that he's better than everyone else but Not Really. mood swings. tunnel vision. dramatics. black & white thinking. feelings of emptiness. daddy issues. it's all there baby. he also has anxiety but don't bother telling him he'll just deny it lmao.

marcus knows a fair bit of ASL. he became aware of it because someone in drama club is Deaf; he likes how expressionate and to the point the language is.

marcus was originally one of the robots that the davenport brothers built to handle bionics. it's possible that donald helped build him at one point.

when they were building him, douglas went behind donald's back & equipped marcus with all sorts of things, such as a very primitive version of the triton app, mostly serving as a communication channel. that's why his eyes glow green.

(based off of this post) marcus also has a commando app named mike. mike's trigger is marcus' anxiety about not being "human enough", thus why he's just a Normal Guy.

Daniel(le)

transfem, obviously. major tomboy. actually 15 but looks younger due to the puberty blockers she's on. (her being thirteen fucks up the timeline in my head.)

she was adopted by a lesbian couple but they're. kinda neglectful. scratch that, really neglectful. thus how quick she was to accept douglas as her father.

bree is really excited to have a sister. she ends up mildly disappointed because she wanted to do things like go shopping & to the spa & talk about boys etc etc but danielle's not really into that stuff. luckily they can still bond over pranking adam & chase.

#danielle davenport #bree davenport #marcus davenport #douglas davenport #chase davenport #donald davenport #adam davenport #lab rats headcanon #adam davenport headcanon #marcus davenport headcanon #bree davenport headcanon #daniel davenport headcanon #daniel davenport #leo dooley #leo dooley headcanon #long post #spike davenport

[nervousron]

Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

“Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

#lazlow jones #grand theft auto #gtav facts #im working on replies i promise #but i listened to all his dialogue at work today so. lazlow time

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

4: Reading the Instructions on the Back of My Ramen Noodles Package: "Oh, Lore?"

♪───✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You and Toriel came to an immediate and silent agreement: do not leave the house alone.

She isn’t trying to keep you imprisoned, nor are you such a pussy that you’re too scared to be alone. You’re actually pretty strong since one, you thought it would be funny. Two, you used to have to carry someone your age a lot when you were seventeen, so you (had to) build some muscles to be able to do it regularly. After that, you thought it’d be good to maintain that strength.

[Your build is actually deceiving to your physical strength, though. / Most people can probably guess you’re strong from your stature.] Either way, you don’t use that strength for malice since you don’t enjoy hurting others, and one day you’ll be officially taking the Hippocratic Oath. You might as well start living by it now to the best of your abilities.

It’s already the next day since you’ve arrived in the Underground, and there have been no signs of Flowey. You’re sure Toriel must be able to at least sense him, but not even she can say if he’s watching from afar or not.

Toriel is taking it upon herself to show you around the Ruins, taking you back to the beginning.

You picked up the toy knife before getting busy. You explained to Toriel that you won't use it, but you just liked to collect things. It's not really a lie, so you didn't feel bad about hiding your true intentions.

Anyway, Toriel watches you do the puzzles on your own, surprised to see how easily you’re able to do them fairly quickly.

“Not to give myself a congratulatory slap on the a–ahh–on the back,” You quickly correct yourself since there are monsters in the room, “But I was in high honors and AP classes at University. I got a big brain in this noggin’ of mine.”

You only corrected your language to keep up the appearance that you’re a kid. It’s not ideal, but you’re not trying to blow your cover.

──

“I would… advise that you continue to wear this out should we leave the house,” Toriel had told you as she gave back your washed, striped dress, “I don’t want to tell you how you should act or talk, but it might be a little safer this way. If somehow, you encounter a fight, monsters may not attack you as hard if they believe you to be a child. You understand, do you not?”

You pouted, taking the dress, “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. Uh, I would like to apologize in advance if I swear on accident, though. I can’t help it.”

“Oh, please. It’s not as if though children don’t have a potty mouth as well.”

──

Yeah, certainly not ideal. But you know she’s right so there’s no use in arguing with it. You and the goat mom leave the rotating rooms that aren’t actually rotating. The next room you enter is the one with the six patches on the floor, with the right switch in one of them. However, since the spikes on the ground have already been disabled, you don’t have to worry about these puzzles.

“Speaking of,” Toriel continues, walking by your side, “What was your life on the surface, my child?”

Oh, boy.

“Uh, it’s not very interesting. I’m in University to become a doctor–more accurately, I wanna get into med school to become a surgeon.”

“A surgeon? You mean those doctors that cut into bodies?”

You laugh, “Well, that’s one way of putting it for sure. More accurately, we treat injuries, diseases, and irregularities by physical removal, repair, or readjustment of organs and tissues, and that often means cutting into the body.”

“Oh, I understand more now. Is that not extremely dangerous?”

“It’s risky, for sure. I mean, unlike monsters, our bodies can handle that kind of stress of being cut open and healing after a while. But we’re still cutting into people, no matter what, there’s always some kind of percentage that something might go unplanned.”

You say “we” and “us”, but you’ve never cut anyone open. You legally can’t anyway until you get into the proper practices and have a superior watching you. You don’t know the first thing about cutting into someone either. You understand how to on paper, but that’s vastly different than actually doing it. If you so much as tried with your current knowledge, you might seriously hurt someone.

You shrug your shoulders with a smile, “It’s scary, you know, but it gives us a fighting chance rather than just not doing anything at all.”

“That’s quite admirable, [Y/n]. You should be proud of yourself!” Toriel beams, “What else was your life like?”

You wave at the three Froggits in the room you two pass through, pleased that they’re waving back. It might be from fear since they’re intimidated by Toriel, but you’d like to think it’s because they like the cut of your jib.

“I think in comparison to most people, it was pretty… wacky. My family is okay, I’m not close to my mom, but my dad is one of my best friends. I have two younger siblings, too.”

“What are your siblings names?”

“Noah is seventeen, and he tries to be a protective brother over me. But uh, he’s kind of a weenie. He means well, his heart is just really gentle. As for Alejandro, he’s fifteen. He’s really quiet and shy, but he’s got a stronger resolve than Noah. They make a pretty good team whenever I bring a date over when I used to live with them,” You roll your eyes, though you have a contradicting smile on your face, “I love them to bits.”

You don’t bring up the fact that you’re all adopted children, since that information is unnecessary. Not only that but your mom and dad would always scream “LA-LA-LA-LA-LA” whenever you or your siblings call each other adopted. You think it’s sweet they always reprime you and your brothers about it.

“You must miss them…” Toriel hums softly, a sad smile on her face.

You pass the Spider Bake Sale sign and start to go down the hall where Napstablook should be pretending to sleep.

“I do, but I miss them every day. I haven’t seen them in almost half a year because of school. I call them regularly, but we kind of have this understanding that I need to live my own life”

“Ah, I understand,” The boss monster nods, “Did you have any signi-”

“-Hey, wait a second.”

You put your arm in front of Toriel, stopping her from walking forward. She gives you a questioning look, looking over to the direction you’re pointing. It’s a ghost lying down on a pile of red leaves, effectively “blocking” the way. You could probably just walk through it and continue your day, but…

“Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z…”

“Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z…”

“Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z…”

The ghost, Napstablook, is pretending to sleep so well. He’s almost convinced you that he was napping if it weren’t for the fact that he is repeating the letter “Z” out loud repeatedly. Toriel doesn’t look impressed in the slightest, but you were greatly amused.

“This ghost is sleeping so peacefully,” You tell her in a hushed voice, “Let’s try walking around him.”

“…” She gives you the funniest side eye, “He’s clearly pretending to be asleep, [Y/n].”

“You don’t know that.”

“He’s saying “Z” out loud repeatedly.”

“It could be a ghost thing.”

You’re trying hard not to laugh at her expression. It’s like she knows you’re joking, but there’s that slight hesitation just in case you genuinely believe Napstablook is taking a siesta. Fortunately for you both, you don’t have to worry so much because Napstablook conveniently wakes up from his nap.

“i usually come to the ruins because there’s nobody around…” Napstablook opens his eyes, looking at you with a sheepishly little smile, “i’ll never forget that you had so much encouragement in my fake sleep…”

“Oh, I’m glad, then!” You smile patiently, offering him a thumbs up.

The shy ghost’s eyes flicker to Toriel, tensing up at her motherly glare.

“oh, i’m rambling again. i’ll get out of your way…”

“Wait, you–”

Napstablook doesn’t wait for you to finish. His body becomes more transparent than before until he’s gone. Oh… Well, that was disappointing. You sigh and gesture for Toriel to pass through first since the walkway is a little too narrow.

“It doesn’t seem like all the monsters are so bad,” You say offhand, “Maybe the ghost and I can be friends one day.”

“Mm… Perhaps, but…”

“I get it, I do. I’m still nervous around anyone who isn’t you right now. But you know, if we let our fear control our lives, we might miss out on a lot of great opportunities.”

Toriel laughs gently, “You are quite insightful, my child.”

“I might only be twenty-three, but I have my fair share of life experience,” You shrug, ���Anyway, what were we talking about before we got interrupted?”

“Oh, yes. Did you have any significant others? Or do you currently have one?”

“HA!! As if anyone could handle my punk-ass. I’ve had a few partners before, but none that lasted for too long. I did have a first love, though.”

“Oh, dear. Did it not work out well?”

You reach the room with the mouse and the cheese. You smile softly as you two pass by the table. You hope the mouse can get the cheese one day.

“No, nothing like that. He had a skin condition that made him sensitive to the sunlight, and it made his immune system extremely fragile. He also had a brain tumor that was developing way too quickly to top it all off. We couldn’t afford his surgery no matter what we did, and he eventually passed away when we were seventeen.”

“Oh… [Y/n],” Toriel looks heartbroken on your behalf, “I am so sorry for your loss.”

Briefly, she wonders if that’s why you want to become a doctor. If he had inspired you to pursue this career for yourself… What was your original dream before that?

You shake your head, “No, it’s not–He’s not a painful memory, and I never feel bad talking about him. But… He is my first love, you know? There is some grief and that’s a type of love you never truly forget or get over, but it’s more like I’m missing an old friend. I’ve grown to be more grateful about him than bitter.”

“If you don’t mind, what was his name?”

You smile brightly, happy to be able to share him with another, “His name was Kōrenki.”

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On the way, you DID remember to pick up the Faded Ribbon and pocket it. Toriel was worried when you purposely fell in each hole (to look for it), but you couldn't leave it behind in good conscience.

You love talking with Toriel, and you get the feeling she loves talking to you, too! You’ve mostly been talking about yourself since she is so insistent on knowing about you. You tried returning the gesture multiple times, but as soon as she answered, she would follow up with another question about yourself.

You kept out a lot of gruesome things, though. Like how you’ve been stabbed, like, eight times in the past. How you were a law-breaking kid before a Kōrenki had put you on a better path. You did NOT mention that you thought you could totally be a singer but gave up immediately because singing in front of people is too embarrassing.

Every time you tell people that, they tend to pressure you into singing so they can judge for themselves. Just as if you tell someone if you’re ticklish, they’ll try tickling you. Even if you say you aren’t ticklish, they’ll think you’re lying and tickle you anyway-

Short story long, you learned not to bring that up about yourself.

“Wow, we’ve been walking down this hallway forever,” You chuckle as you barely reach the end of it.

“This is the Hallway of Independence.”

“How ominous.”

“Fortunately, since you are older and I am also with you, there is no need to test your independence.” Toriel furrows her brows as you two near the end of the hall, “Now… as for this part…”

Ah, the spiked floor. Unlike in Undertale, you didn’t have to wait for the rooms to load to see what’s up ahead. Reaching the end of the hall, you’ve encountered the wooden platform that leads into the metal, spiked floor. You wish you could remember the pattern of the other room to do it alone, but the memory escapes you.

“This puzzle is… Hm,” Toriel holds her hand to you, “Here, take my hand for a moment. Stay behind me, won’t you?”

You take her soft hand, giving it a light squeeze, “Got it, teach.”

Toriel takes you closer to the platform, and with little to no hesitation, she takes a step forward onto the spikes on the outermost right side. Before the bottom of her foot comes in contact with the metal, it retracts into the floor immediately. You pay attention to where she’s stepping as you follow behind her; it feels really familiar to you, and you can predict where she might step next.

Huh.

Guess you subconsciously remembered more than you originally thought.

You and the monster sigh simultaneously once you’ve reached the other side, safely off the hazardous puzzle.

“Some puzzles might seem too dangerous for now,” Toriel frowns.

You release her hand and walk up to the sign that hung on the wall. The text is a little faded, but you can still read it without much trouble.

“The western room is the eastern room’s blueprints.” You hurry to the east room, grinning and weakly pointing at the carpet, “Ahh, that’s clever. How long did it take for you to memorize that?”

The Goat Mother of the Year™ simply huffs a small laugh, “Not too long. I happen to have a very good memory, especially for things that I know are very important.”

“Now, isn’t that convenient? If I had a great memory like that I wouldn’t have needed to study so much for my mid-terms.”

Now you two enter one of the mine rooms, the one with the Dummy. The Dummy looks like he’s seen better days, but is still they’re still up and kicking it. Good for them. Good for them. (Damn, these bitches gay. Good for them. Good for them.)

Toriel stops at the doorway, though. She must want you to practice FIGHTing and ACTing on the Dummy.

Here’s the thing though: You don’t fucking know how. Unlike the game, the FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, and MERCY buttons weren’t in front of you so conveniently. Sure, you can compliment a son of a bitch, but do you just… do you just say: “Alright, you’re Spared. Now give me three gold.”?? You’re not sure if that’s allowed.

Did calling Flowey a Beta Cuck count as an Action? Did telling him he was stupid count, too?

“As a human living in the Underground, monsters may attack you. As we are both aware of when it came to that strange flower monster.” Ruh roh, Toriel is giving her speech. Perhaps she did expect you to practice on the Dummy. “You need to be more prepared for this. However, the process is simple.”

You step up to the Dummy, “Really now?”

“While you are in a fight, strike up a friendly conversation! Stall for time, and I will come to resolve the conflict.”

You grimace, “And… what if you’re not where you can hear me? Or if I’m too far away?”

The other woman didn’t seem to like this possibility. Her face scrunches up as she looks away, “Well… I suppose… We should be careful should you ever want to step out of the house.”

“I’m not in a hurry to leave the Ruins, I actually like it here. But… You can’t come with me everywhere, Toriel.” You tell her, aware this might not be something she wants to hear. “This is where making friends with the other monsters would be good for me. Maybe they’d be less likely to fight me, or even want to help keep me safe.”

You continue with a smile, “Like that ghost fella we ran into. He didn’t seem like he was feeling up for a fight. Who knows? We might get along if we got to know each other.”

She looks away for a moment, “I… I suppose we will have to consider it. Especially since you don’t plan to leave the Ruins…”

“Oh… Does me… Should I leave the Ruins eventu-”

“-NO!” Toriel blushes (magically, you assume) and looks away to the far wall, “Ahem. No. I am–very grateful that you desire to stay, my child. More than you know.”

Oh, you know very well. And maybe it’s that reason that helps you accept that you can never leave this place.

“Still,” The goat mom, now in higher spirits at you confirming that you want to stay with her for a long time, walks to stand by with you, “I would like it if you would practice against the Dummy. Perhaps I can even teach you a few self-defense techniques. Ah–Not to seriously harm anyone, but perhaps something that can keep you safe enough.”

“Yeah, I’d love that, Toriel.”

#fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #don't forget fanfiction #sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #toriel #napstablook

[leggerefiore]

I know this is dumb and specific but maybe the twins comforting a s/o who had a bad haircut? Recently had one and it’s so short I just ;-:

hey, it's all good. this is a nice and easy request. if it's any consolation, remember it will grow back!

It looked awful. You hated it so much. Your fingers went through the strands while you gazes into the mirror. Why did you think this was a good idea? You shouldn't have done this. It looks so terrible. It just didn't suit your face type or style. How could you show this to your boyfriend? You hated it so, so much. Could you buy a hat? Hide it until it was at a reasonable length, and then suddenly reveal it? No, of course not, you slept with him! He'd think you were insane going to bed in a hat. What to do? What to do? You bit at your lip as you struggled in thought. A wig? No, that was too much maintenance, and you still couldn't sleep in it.

▲Ingo▼

He gazed at you for a moment while your cheeks burned with heat. Moments before, he had walked in the door from work. You tried to hide in the kitchen for as long as you could, but it was destiny that he would enter the room. “… You got a haircut?” he asked. You bit your mouth. Instantly, he noticed. The food on the stove sizzled in the pan. “Yeah, I know it's bad,” you complained. He tilted his head. “Ah, well, it's not the worst,” Ingo got closer to you to run his fingers over the shortened locks, “Once I… Well, I tried spiking my hair. It looked awful, but I wore it for around a month.” You laughed. The thought of your ever so serious Ingo with spiked hair was a thought. He smiled slightly. His hands pressed to your cheeks to cup your face.

“It'll regrow, dearest,” his lips pressed to yours for but a moment, “Within a week, it won't even look the same as it does now. Before you know it, it'll be entirely different. As for now, how about we just use a hat?” You sighed. Why would you think that he would ever be cruel to you? He was simply the sweetest man that you knew. You turned back to your cooking while he left to change out of his work clothes for the day.

Maybe… Maybe, you could borrow his hat.

▽Emmet△

Emmet was much too close to your face for comfort as he examined your hair. A few curious hums left him, but he mostly stayed silent. His silver eyes observed every little thing with extreme interest. “Haircut,” he spoke simply. You nodded. As soon as he spotted you in the station, he pulled you aside to his office. “It's neat! A lot shorter than I expected,” he noted. You pouted. He was just trying to be nice. He tilted his head. “Do you not like it, darling?” You stared at the ground. Nervously, you replied, “Er, well, not really…” He nodded. His hands pressed into it suddenly.

“Don't be sad! It will regrow!” he smiled, “It's fuzzy right now. Kind of like a Joltik.” You laughed. He would somehow bring it back around to his beloved arachnids. “Yup! Once I got mine buzzed too short, and it looked awful,” he explained, taking off his hat to show his silver locks to you, “And, now, it looks good again! Give it time.” You giggled at his sweet words. Suddenly, however, he put his hat on your head. “Tada! Gone,” he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You leaned in to give him a proper kiss.

What a cute boyfriend you had.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokemon x reader

[highandbroken]

DIY boots!

these are some boots I customised! i'll explain step-by-step what I did for these :D (if anyone would like, i could instead make a video on this!)

also, these are some knockoff boots I got from a friend - my thought process was, "if i fuck up customising some SUPER expensive ones i'll literally never forgive myself"

but it's WAY easier than it looks, and it's a lot of fun! i really encourage everyone who sees this to DIY their own stuff :P

aNYWAY!

what you'll want for this is:

an awl (or otherwise sharp object, but i find things like a knife to be harder for this! i personally recommend an awl)

a screwdriver (not entirely necessary but i prefer to use it, read ahead and decide yourself if you'd need this)

the spikes (of course) - they're called, like, conical studs or bullet spikes or whatever, but for boots they HAVE TO BE ONES YOU CAN SCREW IN!! BOOTS ARE TOO THICK FOR PRONGED STUDS!!

jewllery chain (or if you have, like, real steel chains that would be even cooler actually)

wire cutters (or if you're using real steel chains, a hacksaw/bolt cutters)

pliers

jump-rings and lobster clasps (or if you're using real steel chains, use those huge clip things!)

starting off with the spikes!

first you want to poke a hole into the boot with your awl. once it goes all the way through (I prefer using awls because they're exactly the right thickness for the spikes), you'll also want to do it from the inside-out! just to make sure the spike and screw will fit.

you then want to put your screw where the hole is, going from the inside out! on the outside is where the spike will be there to meet the end of the screw!

get your screwdriver, hold the spike in place and then screw it in until it doesn't budge anymore! you COULD do this by hand, but in my experience when i did it by hand the spikes would sometimes fall off. it still works! especially if you have stronger hands than mine, but it's definitely less reliable than screwing it in.

now for the jewellery chain!

first you want to hold the chain to your boot from where you want it to start and end, and once you've got it cut it with your wire cutters, JUST a tad longer (actually you COULD like measure it with like a ruler or whatever, but since i hate measuring anything ever it's in god's hands and i am NOT praying)

if you cut it too short, you can link the shorter chain with another chain with a jump ring and have it be the necessary length!

you also don't want them to be SO long that walking would cause them to fall onto the inside of your shoe, it's SO uncomfortable >.&lt;

for me i did that from the zip to a shoelace ring thing on the other side

tHEN i realised i'm a complete moron and that the lobster clasps i bought were JUST a tad too small, so that couldn't connect properly

after that, i took my awl and poked a hole above that shoelace-hole thing for the lobster clasp

to connect the lobster clasp and the chain, you want to get your jump-rings (also called O-rings in some places) and use pliers to open them up.

put it through the chain and do the same with the little open ring thing on the bottom of the lobster clasp. then do that on the other side of the chain!

you can also link multiple chains through the same jump-rings for a sort of layered-chain kind of thing (which is what i did)!

the chain is together! now you just need to put the clasps through the holes you made with the awl (or if you have one with an open enough zip, put one on that)

and you're done!!

doing it with STEEL chains:

i haven't done this one myself yet (cause i don't have bolt cutters or a hacksaw), but the process is mostly the same! just that the hole would probably need to be HUGE and you'd need snap hooks instead

let me know how it goes!! if it would be easier for people, i could do a video tutorial for it! :D

edit: I added different, thicker chain and this is what it looks like!

#diy fashion #goth fashion #goth #upcycle #fashion #boots

[discet]

Favorite lighthearted moment in AWiW? Mine's definitely Anne's "Be free!"

I don't know man. everytime I remember if, I just think of Anne chucking a paper bird into the air with so much conviction and it just plops

I do love that moment, I can picture it so clearly.

I know there's a lot of drama immediately following, but my favorite now and forever is when Marcy comes out to her frog family in Chapter 19, I was cry laughing writing it.

[Context: The Plantars have been trying to find out how Anne feels about Marcy. Marcy has caught onto that and is panicking a little]

...after taking a moment to breathe Marcy spoke up, "Okay, I love you all, and... hoo... and trust you have a good reason, but what are you doing!? " Marcy said the last bit in a hushed panic. 

"Well." Hop Pop said, a little indignantly after being carried like luggage through his own house, "right now I'm worried about the potato crop. We may not need the farm for income anymore, but it can still help feed us-"

"That-" Marcy drew in a breath, "that was a ruse, the crop is fine. Why are you all asking Anne about... romance stuff?" Marcy felt herself flush, realizing how awkward a conversation this was bound to be. 

"Polly," both Hop Pop and Sprig said in unison pointing a thumb towards the pollywog.

Polly did not even look bothered by her grandfather and brother selling her out. She met Marcy's questioning gaze with a shrug, "I was tired of you making goo goo faces at Anne and not doing anything about it. So I asked Hop Pop and Sprig for help so you can find out how she feels." Polly explained casually. 

"Polly you told them? " Marcy felt a brief panic spike, but that quickly shifted to cautious hope. She looked over to Hop Pop, "and... you're not bothered by it Hop Pop?"

"Huh?" Hop Pop looked confused to Sprig and Polly, but they just shrugged, "about what? Why me specifically?"

"A-about me liking Anne and..." Marcy paused fiddling with her thumbnail, "and that we're both girls?"

A look of parental understanding came to Hop Pop's face, mixed with just a teaspoon of offense. "Marcy, please, I was an actor. This is hardly the first time I've encountered a situation like this." Hop Pop chuckled with a reassuring smile, "I may be an old fashioned frog, but that’s got nothing to do with who you love..."

Marcy smiled, feeling her heart warm at the sentiment. "Thank you Hop Pop..." That was one anxiety she could set aside.

"Really," Hop Pop said in a light matter of fact tone that was probably meant to be reassuring, "the fact that you're both gangly monsters from another world is far stranger!"

"Thank you Hop Pop." Marcy repeated in a deadpan. "Okay listen-"

"Wait a sec, why would anyone be mad about Marcy liking girls?" Sprig turned to Hop Pop, curious. 

Hop Pop sighed, "Well Sprig, the truth of the matter is that some frogs are just hateful, or were raised to be so. N' they'll take any reason to hate others."

"What? That's stupid." Sprig said with an incredulous shake of his head, "I mean I like girls and no one's ever given me guff for it."

Marcy let out a little laughing sigh, "guys-" she said trying to recapture their attention. This was getting off track

"Why would people need extra dumb reasons to hate people?" Polly objected, annoyed, "there are plenty of reasons to hate people already."

"Don't worry Marcy," Sprig said, coming to stand next to her in solidarity, "Us girl-likers can stick together."

"That..." Marcy smiled down at her brother with an appreciative, if exasperated, expression, "the girl-liking part isn't what bothers people."

Sprig frowned, "Hop Pop! Marcy says you're wrong."

Hop Pop, who had been distracted trying to explain the concept of bigotry to Polly, turned back, "what? About what?"

"Guys, please-" Marcy said again, trying to regain control over the conversation. 

"She says people wouldn't be bothered by her liking girls," Sprig said with a shrug, pointing back at Marcy.

Now Hop Pop looked confused, "wait… did I misunderstand why you were nervous about all this?"

"No-" Marcy clenched her fists, she had a point to all this.

"Probably." Polly disagreed, "I mean, it doesn't make a lot of sense."

"Guys!" Marcy raised her voice and the three of them looked back to her, surprised, "sorry, just." She took a short breath, "I appreciate that all of you wanted to help, but please don’t."

#awiw #aAA #Marcy Wu #polly plantar #sprig plantar #Hop Pop

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I bite my lip as we sit on the couches, looking up at him with big slightly scared eyes, I was very anxious and this whole conversation was putting me on edge, not knowing what he was going to say* *I look down at his hand in mine, finding it comforting and squeezing it gently, keeping my eyes down at his hand, not wanting to meet his eyes as I talk* I... I don't remember parts of last night. The same thing happened at Caroline's party and at your apartment... I thought it was just because I was drunk those times but last night we didn't drink... but it's all hazy and fuzzy. *my eyes flicker up to his again as he says he wanted to run something past me, my anxiety spiking from that, wondering if he had dealt with someone else who dealt with the same thing that I was, part of me desperate to know what he thought but another part was terrified, sensing that it was something deeper than just being drunk and losing time and that was quite a scary thought* O-Okay..

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*heart breaks as I see how anxious you were about this, the fear there being so upsetting to me as you truly looked so little in this moment and it was only my history with these dynamics that made me informed on the subject* *nods along as you mention the hazy memory, shuffling a little closer and squeezing your hand* There's this thing called little space. It's a head space that someone can fall into that regresses them to a time where they felt safe and warm and loved. Some people use it as a coping mechanism, sometimes it's triggered by being sexually intimate, there are lots of reasons someone might fall into little space. *pauses a little to assess your face, this being a hard subject to explain and wanting to make sure I got it right without scaring you off* Some people lose time in this headspace and they have childlike qualities, which is why it's a well known thing within the kink world because it goes along with the Daddy dom caretaker role. *looks down with a slight sigh, looking up at you again* I think that's what happens with you, with us.

#renee plot

[twistednuns]

April 2022

·  Destroy what you know.

·  Bonding with Margit over a 90s nostalgia attack triggered by a plastic pacifier necklace I'd seen. Thinking about going wild at a toy store spending a fixed budget on silly toys and gummy snakes.

·  Iced green tea flavoured with lemon and prickly pear.

·  Sending lenghty, image-heavy text messages to my mum (they're basically personal essays) after not talking for 5 weeks.

·  Buying a Lindt chocolate bunny as a treat for myself, just because it comes with a pink ribbon now instead of a red one. It's white strawberry chocolate and yes, I am indeed a marketing victim.

·  Instead of crossing things off a list I highlighted completed tasks with my new "magic" colour-changing pencil. And it was beautiful. But I'm one step ahead already; I should have mentioned writing with my favourite black ink pen on crips white paper (I was just about to write that I love extreme contrasts - thinking of black on white paper and nice black and white patterns on clothes - but in fact this really applies to my whole life. Living in extreme duality, having a hard time finding balance...)

·  Dennis remarking on how deliciously polarising he perceived me when I said that I actually went to the butcher's last week (as a vegetarian) but only bought a Capri Sun and explained how I thought artificial cherry flavour was far superior to the actual fruit.

·  Anastasia made a green bunny ring for me out of paper! Kawaii!

·  Exaggerated morning reunions with Becky.

·  Patterns combining royal blue and pink. I finally need to find the right dress to make up for the one I found in that Mexican outlet mall I didn't buy.

·  Olivie Blake! The Atlas Six has everything I want in a book: dark academia spiked with magic; mysterious libraries, undiscovered power, interesting characters and very insightful dialogue (I highlighted so many quotes - I feel seen in some of the character's observations and descriptions). The Secret History meets the Umbrella Academy - I could hardly put it down. And there is a sequel coming in October! I'm psyched!

·  Shopping my closet: I pulled out the Monet dress again and wore it immediately. It looks like a close-up of one of Monet's Nymphea paintings. Dark, lush greens and fresh pink for the petals.

·  An Easter surprise from my mum: Chocolates, a labradorite egg and some money in a pretty confetti box.

·  About compulsive habits.

·  The last day of school. Little presents from the kids, hiding Easter chocolates, watching an English movie, helping them draw bunnies. Bonding with Doris helping each other with some unfinished business, talking about her upcoming trip to Mexico. She even gave me a soda and drove me to the bus station! Later: A celebratory massage. Dinner with Helga at the Chinese hotpot restaurant. Then I hung out with Manu. Deep talk, play fights. We work so well together. He's one of the few people I can actually talk about emotions with.

·  The first real concert in over two years. I saw Bilderbuch at HP8 the other night and damn, Maurice is still hot AF. But it was very weird to see thousands of people together, not even wearing a mask. I kept mine on because I didn't want to risk my trip to Seoul but I still felt a little anxious.

·  I didn't have to pay for my PCR test and the (negative) result came after only 3 hours! Highly appreciated.

·  My trip to Korea was fantastic. I booked it on a whim (as I usually do) when I saw that South Korea accepted foreign vaccination certificates starting 1 April. I got major Japan vibes - sakura season, the food and the behaviour of the people, lots of cultural affinities like karaoke, binge drinking or cute things. And people are all so (uniformly) stylish. But they don't really warm up to foreigners so that was a bit of a challenge. A few things and moments I loved: a Korean crash course with GJ - I think I frustrated her when she wanted to teach me vocabulary but all I was interested in was the structure of the language and the logic behind the letters and signs / meeting Eléa and Emma on the plane - we spent a few days together in Seoul; Eléa is basically my astrological twin! / a fun evening with Korean BBQ, somacs, a photobooth and renting a karaoke box together / riding the Namsan cablecar together with the Frenchies (incl. Léa) / the amazing folk art museum in Seoul - I learned so much; they recreated an old Korean village in the gardens and had an exhibition about Korean customs, holidays and beliefs - so interesting / Iceland poppy! / walking through Bukchon village, entering a tiny lille museum where Mi-Yeong the curator sat down on the floor with me and taught me how to play Gonggi, a Korean children's game - on my last day in Seoul I invited her for lunch at a vegan temple food restaurant near Jogyesa temple - we had a four course meal in a private booth! / art in public toilets; public toilets in general - so clean! / taking a flight to Jeju island - choosing a guesthouse with a resident cat (Laksumu) / beautiful walks, waterfalls, flowers everywhere, smelling the ocean / an island tour with two guys from Singapore - lava cave, climbing a mountain, getting our jeans (very) wet when we walked into the water barefoot, a very weird communal foot bath experience - my higlight was learning about the Hanyeo (the women divers on Jeju) / a day in Seogwipo, a beautiful seaside town with lovely vibes / a Jeju orange and strawberries for breakfast / solving an entire NY Times crossword puzzle in the sunshine, lying somewhere in a park with an iced coffee / visiting a Korean bathhouse, spooking the ladies there with my foreignness / roasted corn chips / cute pet cafes with Benjy - the merkats were my favourite / an otherworldly tasty mushroom burger at Shake Shack / and oh, the SHOPPING.

·  Making summer rolls with Manu.

·  McCain Golden Longs - the perfect fries.

·  My annual Girls' Day tour with Jonathan. I love that day because I get to learn about interesting jobs and I find it very inspiring to be able to look behind the scenes. I always engage in deep talk with Jonathan too. A lovely, sunny day. I especially loved the wood printing company we visited. The boss, Malte, is a physicist who is not a full-time artist. If he'd offered me a job I would have immediately said yes.

·  Lebanese Friday lunch at BeirutBeirut with Doris. Who is my friend now. I'm still struggling with her change of mind. We looked at old photos afterwards and looked for wigs and sunglasses in the cellar.

·  Flea market at Theresienwiese with Lena! Trying on all the flashy glitter jackets. Buying little treasures and a beautiful leather jacket in a rusty red. Lunch at Café Mariandl. Creamy mushroom dumplings!

·  Ostentatio Genitalium in Renaissance art.

·  Learning that the origin of my name, Katharina, might very well be the ancient Greek goddess Hekate, who is "variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, light, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery." How cool is that.

#things i love #april #2022 #april 2022 #personal #present perfect

[tadashiluvr]

confessing to karasuno first years

scenarios

pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x gn!reader, kageyama tobio x gn!reader, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, hinata shoyo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: sorry that tadashi's is short and that they all have poorly written endings, i couldn't come up with anything. also pls send requests, i have no ideas lol

as you stood at the front gate looking around for him your heart was beating out of your chest and your thoughts ran wild. 'will he accept? what if he already has a partner? what if he-' your thoughts were cut off by a call of your name and a hand lightly waving in front of your face, you lightly flinched back out of shock and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"sorry!" you said in unison. he lightly laughed and brought his hand to rest against the nape of his neck as he spoke, "so what'd you call me here for?"

"oh, yea, um, i like you a lot and would like you to be my boyfriend," you said, mentally cursing yourself for stammering.

he stood there is shock for a moment, he didn't think you'd be the type to prank him like this. he looked around to see if he could find your friends hiding and laughing but he saw no one. he was confused until he looked back at you and into your hopeful eyes.

you took his silence as a rejection. "it's ok if you don't like me back, tadashi," you stated, hurt badly hidden in your voice as you took a step away from him.

"wa-wait!" he started, a little too loudly, "i- uh- i like you too, i'd like you to be my partner."

"really?" you asked, looking at him with the same hopeful eyes from earlier.

"yes, of course," he said, flushed from ear to ear.

when you left a note, with a small heart at the bottom, on kageyama's desk telling him to meet you before afternoon practice you hadn't truly expected him to show, yet here he was, standing right in front of you.

"hey," he said.

"hey," you replied before mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward. you took a deep breath in before continuing, "so i told you to meet me here because i wanted to tell you something."

he looked at you with curious eyes, "what'd you want to tell me?"

'how hasn't he figured it out yet? i left a heart on the note and everything,' you thought before answering, "i like you."

"i like you too, you're a good friend."

"w-well, i meant that i like you," you explained, he still looked confused so you continued, "in a more-than-friends way and i was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend."

his face immediately flushed and he began stammering, "oh- well- i- you-" he stopped trying to speak and took a breath to calm himself. "i like you too!" he finally said, almost as a shout, "and i'd like to be your boyfriend."

you immediately lit up, "really?" he nodded in response. "thank you, tobio!" he looked as if he was about to pass out at the use of his given name with no honorifics.

you had been friends with tsukishima for a little while, well as close to friends as you can get with tsukishima unless you're yamaguchi, and recently you began to harbour feelings for the boy. you've experienced his sarcastic and semi-mean personality firsthand so you knew you couldn't confess to his face out of fear that he would laugh in your face and turn you down so, instead, you wrote a note of your feelings.

you handed tsukishima the note at the end of the school day and told him, "don't read this until you're home." he was quite suspicious of what it might be and his suspicions were almost 100% confirmed when he turned it over and noticed that the envelope was held closed with a small pink heart sticker, still, he respected your wishes and didn't read it till after he arrived at his house.

as he read your emotion filled letter, he felt his heart began speeding up. he had thought you would never return his feelings because he wasn't the nicest. he didn't know what to do, should he text you? call you? speak to you in person?

you received a text from tsukishima that read, "we need to talk." you immediately panicked, 'oh god, he doesn't return my feelings and he thinks i'm an idiot and i ruined our friendship-' your thoughts were cut off by another text from him, "meet me tomorrow, before school, at the front gate." your worries somewhat subsided as he was still fine with speaking to you in person. you quickly wrote back, "ok" and tried to sleep so you could be early tomorrow and look nice.

as you walked up to the gate the next morning you saw tsukishima already there, he probably just came from morning practice. "hi," you lightly spoke.

"hey. so, i got your letter," he started. you looked at him with worry written on your face. "why do you look so scared? i'm trying to tell you that i like you too."

at that moment you weren't sure if your heart beat faster than it ever has before or if it completely stopped but you, somehow, still smiled at him. "so, like, are we dating now?"

"isn't that the whole point of confessing?" he asked, sarcasm laced in his voice.

you lightly giggled and averted your eyes, "yea, i guess you're right."

you and hinata had made plans to hang out at a cafe after hinata's practice. you had gotten here about 5 minutes ago and were waiting for hinata's arrival. you watched the beautiful sunset outside through the floor to ceiling window that sat at the front of the cafe. while watching, you caught sight of hinata sprinting down the sidewalk and let out a small chuckle. he quickly opened the door and sat down across from you.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry i'm late, practice ran long today and i lost track of-"

"hinata, it's fine, just relax," you cut him off with a giggle. his face flushed as he heard your laugh, no matter how many times you said you don't like your laugh it always sounded like music to his ears

he admired you for a moment before the waitress came and asked for your orders.

"how was practice today, hinata?" you asked after she took your orders.

"it was good! i did so many spikes like WOOSH and then POW, it was so fun but i missed a receive and kageyama started yelling at me," he answered before grumbling about how he hates when kageyama yells at him.

"that sounds like a lot of fun," you told him as the waitress brought you your drinks and snacks. you quickly thanked her before taking a sip of your drink.

"oooh, can i have a sip?" hinata asked, excitedly.

"yea, sure," you said handing him your cup.

he took a sip and said, "that was so good! do you want a sip of mine?" he handed you his cup and you took a sip.

"yours is good too, hinata," you said. immediately after you spoke, you became flustered. 'was that an indirect kiss?' you thought, putting your hand to your lips.

"hey, what's wrong? you look like you just saw a ghost. wait, did you see a ghost?!" hinata said with more panic lacing through his voice with every word he spoke.

"no, hinata, i didn't see a ghost," you reassured him, waving your hands in front of you. "i just need to tell you something."

"oh, what's up?" he asked, tilting his head like a dog.

"well, i like you and was wondering if you wanted to date," you said, slightly scared for his reaction.

"uhhh, what?" he asked, confused.

"i said i like you, hinata," you reiterated, even more scared for his response after his previous reaction.

"no, i heard you, i just thought we have been dating. isn't this, like, our 5th date?" he questioned.

"i just didn't think we were dating since neither of us confessed," you explained.

"oh, well, i like you and want to date you too."

"i mean, i would hope you like me since you thought we were dating already," you said with a laugh, him quickly joining in with the laughter.

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[yoooori]

Untraditional Loss

mark smut

tw: sex, loss of virginity, smut, heterosexual sex, the act of a man inserting his penis into a woman

"19 and still a virgin... ah, how's life a virgin?" Haechan sighed mockingly, throwing a popcorn at you. You whined. "19 is still young; You're just stupid."

Haechan stuck out his tongue. "Don't say that. At least I got my position without daddy's help."

"You aren't even supposed to be eating here."

"Okay, daddy's daughter."

That set you off. You stood up, walked in front of Haechan, and started pushing his wheeled-chair towards the door of the office.

"I didn't choose to get this position!" you yelled before you tipped over his chair, sending him flying onto the ground, barely saved by his reflexes.

You turned your head around and stuck your tongue at Haechan as he grumbled behind you. "You're rude." he commented as you two got in an elevator.

"So are you, so I think we're even."

Haechan bit his lip, clearly trying to stop himself from talking back.

You turned on your phone, scrolling through pictures of Instagram models.

"Doesn't it get boring?"

You turned around. "What?" you asked.

"Doesn't it get boring," Haechan shrugged. "Watching pretty girls sit around and show ass during your free time?"

You failed to conceal a laughter. "Nah, I watch them for different reasons other than to see them 'show ass'" you gave him a mocking smile.

Ding.

You got off the elevator, stumbling over your high heels (which you never liked). Finally, your working hours were over. You never liked offices, but were inevitably forced into the business world by your father.

You said a quick 'thank you' to the receptionist, nearly falling on your stomach as you rushed to get into your car- or freedom.

Turning on the engine hastily, you drove your way to your favorite spot on Earth: the bar.

You never drank. Wine tasted expensively shitty. Beer tasted strong and yet bland. Normal alcohol just didn't sit right with your tongue.

Instead, you had your eyes on one thing on the menu: mouth-watering crispy french fries that dominated your taste buds.

You soon found yourself in the bar, enjoying a medium bowl of fries. You scrolled through Instagram again, disappointed with yourself.

Your mind wandered to your conversation with Haechan.

"Doesn't it get boring? Watching pretty girls sit around and show ass during your free time?"

"Nah, I watch them for different reasons other than to see them 'show ass'"

You laughed to yourself as you liked another selfie from a popular korean uzzlang. You had lied.

You found the concept simple. They were pretty; you were not. They had the perfect body; you did not. Their face were perfect; yours' wasn't.

You felt your eyes darken.

As simple as the concept was, you never liked to accept it.

"Hello?"

You turned around to meet a man in his mid 20's. "Can I sit here?" he gestured at the seat next to you. You scanned the area quickly. There were no other available seats. You shrugged. "Why not?"

He gave you a tired smile before plopping himself on the chair. He waved to the bartender. "The usual, please."

Your eyes widened as the bartender brought him a cup and 2 full bottles of alcohol.

Before the stranger could take a sip, you stopped him.

"That's way too much."

He raised his eyebrow, amused. "What, you want some?"

You shook your head. "I don't drink, but seriously, that is way too much to be healthy."

He chuckled darkly.

"Why do you care?"

You scoffed at him. "Just don't." you said and offered him a fry. Amused, he took the fry and ate it. You stared at him, with expecting eyes.

His eyes met yours. "Mm? Tastes good." he said in response to your look.

You smiled, satisfied. "You can have mine. I ordered too much."

"How do I know you didn't spike it without me looking?"

In response, you made direct eye contact with the stranger. You took a large handful of fries and stuffed them into your mouth, all while maintaining the eye contact.

He laughed. "After seeing that, I doubt I want to eat any of those fries."

"You're mean," you huffed. "Just like Haechan."

His eyes widened. "You know Haechan?"

Your eyes widened too. "You do too?"

He stared at you for a second before bursting into laughter. "Ah, if you know Haechan, you must be the famous 19 year-old virgin."

You looked away, embarrassed. "Damn, I'm really known for that?" you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

"It's not exactly a bad thing," he shrugged. "Lots of men would want to sleep with you."

You narrowed your eyes, suddenly having a quesion.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Mark."

You fumbled your hands, suddenly turning red. "Mark... You said a lot of guys want to sleep with me?"

Mark nodded. "Mhm."

"....Does that include you?"

He nearly spat out the fry he had took from your plate. Quickly maintaining composure, he couldn't help but look away sheepishly. "At some point, maybe."

"How about now?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

You groaned, embarrassed. "I don't want to be known as a virgin. Seriously..."

Mark laughed. "You'd rather lose it with me? You barely know me."

"That's why I want to lose it with you."

Mark stopped laughing.

"I... I don't want to make things weird if I lose it with my friends. But you- it'll just be much easier." you sputtered.

Mark got up. "Never had a hookup like this, but sure. My place?"

You nodded, suddenly wondering if you're going to regret your decision.

Mark's place was surprisingly.... Suprising.

"You watch Cocomelon?" you snorted, looking at a 3D printed figure of the familiar melon. He swiped it away. "I used to love collecting anything watermelon related." he quickly explained.

you were brought into his bedroom, feeling as un-needy as a person could be. mark sighed. "damn, we both aren't feeling it, huh?"

"we can play minecraft." you suggested.

mark shook his head. "nah, come here. lemme kiss you."

your eyes widened and you burst out laughing. "okay, okay," you snorted, feeling Mark's lips brush against your neck. you gasped unexpectedly as you felt Mark squeeze your waist.

"mm? where did all the lightheartedness go?" Mark hummed, his hands roaming your body. His finger skillfully undid your bra, your breaths shortened by the nervousness and excitement you felt.

Mark smiled to himself, wrapping his arms around your body gently. "I'll be gentle, okay?"

You nodded in response, slightly calmer. Mark lightly pushed you onto the bed, on your back. He went on top of you, classic missionary position.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt Mark's soft lips against your body, gasping a little when you felt his hands working off your skirt. When he got up to look at your face, he moved your skirt to the floor.

"Cute." Mark chuckled, looking at your bear print panties. You looked away, embarrassed. Mark gave a small kiss to the area above your panties as he took them off for you.

"Want to help me to take of my clothes? Experience?" Mark offered, now sitting down. You got on your knees and began to take off his blazer, and then undoing his shirt buttons one by one. You kept your eyes on his neck, too flustered to see his bare chest.

Mark noticed this. Chuckling in a deeper voice, his softly grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back. "You can look, don't worry about looking respectfully now." he whispered.

You did and gasped, your head finding its spot against Mark's neck in a second. Mark laughed at your response. "I'll take off my other clothes for you." he said.

He took off his pants, and then his underwear. Your eyes were glued to a pillow, embarrassed.

"Don't be scared," he whispered to you, pulling you in for a kiss. His tongue and yours interacted against each other, seemingly dancing. "Touch me anywhere you want, baby. Tonight's your night."

Your hands found its way to his abs and chest, feeling the toned muscles. You gasped against Mark's chest, embarrassed yet curious. Your hands went further down and down-

"Fuck," Mark sighed as your hand found itself around his cock.

"Had enough touching, baby?" he asked you, his lid half closed from the feeling of your hand around his cock.

You nodded, lying on your back.

Mark looked at your eyes softly, his lips connecting with yours. You pulled away from his, leaving a small gasp as you felt yourself being filled.

"S-s-stop-" you whispered as it started to hurt. Mark stayed as still as he can, struggling as your walls wrapped around his cock tightly. "O-okay, now you can go."

Mark went inch by inch, stopping when you requested, until he was fully inside you. You squirmed underneath him, feeling filled.

"I'll start moving." he whispered to you. Your eyes stared at him, begging him to kiss you. He bent his head lower, allowing you to kiss his face as you struggled to contain him. Mark started to rock his hips, his length going even deeper inside of you.

He groaned, centimeters away from your face. "Fuck." he moaned, instinctively finding his lips on yours. You whimpered against his lips. You didn't feel much pleasure, but did feel it coming.

You squirmed, lips still desperate to stay with Mark's as you felt the famous pleasure start to sink into you. "Mark" you whispered into the kiss. "Feels good."

"Mm? Good girl, it'll feel much better later." Mark groaned back, restraining himself from rocking his hips faster.

He was right. You grabbed the bedsheets, whimpering as the feeling grew bigger and bigger.

The air was hot between you and Mark. The room was dim and you could barely make out the outline of Mark. The soft sounds of skin slapping were the background noises to you and mark's moans.

You wrapped your arms around Mark, gasping as you felt his cock moving in and out of you. "So-so full-" you gasped. Mark gritted his teeth and hissed in response.

"Li-Like that!" you suddenly let out when you felt Mark's cock brush against a sensitive spot. Mark increased his pace, hitting the spot as many times as he could, sending you into a breathing mess.

You gasped and gasped, feeling your chest rise up and down as you could barely see from the lack of light and the blinding pleasure. "Something's coming." you whimpered against Mark, rocking your hips too to meet his. "Let it go, baby." he whispered back.

You felt the feeling grow like a wave, getting bigger and bigger until-

"Mark"

It was pleasure like you never knew it. The feeling of a giant wave crashing onto you, your legs shaking and your back arching. "Mmm!" you could let out helplessly as you felt pleasure overtake you.

It stopped, leaving you panting and out of breath.

Mark pulled out. You knew what to do- you had an idea, at least. You let him insert his cock into your mouth and sucked on it. He sighed at the feeling, soon letting out a stream of a white milky liquid into your mouth.

You lied down, panting. Mark collapsed next to you on the bed. Mark spooned you, hugging you from behind. You two were too tired to exchange words, falling asleep as soon as his arms were wrapped around your body.

You woke up the next day, groggy. Mark was awake, scrolling through his phone next to you. Seeing that you are awake, he smiled.

"Mind if I get your number?"

#nct angst #nct smut #nct au #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct mark smut #nct mark #nct 127 #nct dream #superm mark #superm smut

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Hi, I was wondering who is your favourite character and who is the most disliked one

Ok so this is... impossible to answer in a concise way lol.

I'll just stick with the main characters because I don't think I could go through all of them lol.

There aren't any characters I hate necessarily, except maybe Kilgharrah. For obvious reasons. If not obvious, I shall explain: He's a manipulative bastard who twisted Merlin round and round until he didn't know who he was anymore, to the point of hurting his friends and mistrusting everyone he met, to hiding himself from Arthur, Gwaine, Gwen, to thinking his only worth was what he could do for destiny. Merlin was a whole ass person, and yes the destiny was important, but Merlin shouldn't have had the whole thing resting on only his shoulders. His and Arthur's destiny was shared, they were meant to be equal, but Kilgharrah (and Gaius, I'll get to him in a moment) just kept piling the pressure on Merlin alone whilst driving home the point that Arthur can't know. First off, that's very infantilising towards Arthur (at least it is in the later seasons, after he's matured a bit), and second off, how cruel to continuously tell a man that his only importance is in what he does for another, another who can't know the truth, who would probably kill him/banish him/be angry with him if he found out who he was. I've just got... lots of feelings about Kilgharrah. Mainly angry ones. And when it all fails (OR, alternatively, when Kilgharrah gets what he wants, aka the Pendragons dead) he fucks off!! He abandons Merlin when he is the only thing Merlin has left of his kin and destiny. I understand his bitterness and arsehole-ry, I do, but I can't excuse it.

My feelings for Gaius are... similar, though not quite to this extent. I get that he was always worried about Merlin's safety, but the way he spoke about his magic sometimes, the way he made Merlin feel about his magic, just made me sad. And the fact that he never gives Merlin a break. He's worse than Arthur in that respect, because Gaius knows about all the destiny shit, he knows that Merlin has to look after Arthur in a manservant-y way, in a Warlock-y way, and do all of his other Physician's Apprenticeship work, AND anything else he's asked to do by anyone in the castle. The guy never gets a free hour, let alone a free day, and Gaius runs him ragged despite all of this. And I don't know, maybe it's cruel of me, but the idea of Gaius taking advantage of his friendship with the King to barter for his life as he watched his friends burn... rubs me up the wrong way. Why stay? The love of his life left, his friends either left or were executed, and he stays, and manages to actually like Uther, even if only a little. I can't comprehend that. Supporting the genocide of your own people with the flimsy excuse of "The man who orchestrated it all is a friend-ish of mine, and he's grieving for his wife, whom he accidentally killed" like what?? The fuck??? No. Not a fan. I do get that he was just trying his best, and that he really thought by instilling Merlin with terror he was helping, but he really wasn't. And the constant pressure that nothing about Merlin matters except what he is in relation to Arthur. How cruel can he be to such a young person, who relies on him and loves and trusts him and believes in him, to constantly be told that his worth nothing without a man who would see his head on a spike if ever found out who he is. Man. I have... emotions... about this.

On a lighter note... I couldn't tell you who my one favourite character is. When I think about Arthur too much, I swing between loving and hating him, BUT, I do think all the reasons I hate him (the way he treats Merlin and thinks of magic in the later seasons) are all down to writing, I think. They just kept re-setting his character development so they could keep the "keep the magic a secret" drama going, even if it didn't make sense to. Mostly I love him, but he isn't my favourite tooooo often, and I'm definitely aware of the fact that he's a HUGE arse most of the time. If I met him in passing, I'd punch him in the face, if I had long term, friendly exposure to him, I'd want to cuddle and mother him.

Percival and Lancelot have never been my favourites. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE them, but they've never been favourites just because they got a criminal amount of screen time. That is to say... barely any at all.

I ADORE Mordred and Gwaine and Elyan. I really just love them, they're so interesting and sweet and I wish all three of them had more eps, especially Elyan. Leon holds a special place in my heart and I literally couldn't tell you why. The crossbow scene. The poetry scene. I adore him. He's definitely at the top of the list the most often out of all the knights, though I think a lot of the reasons I love him (his relationships with Arthur and Merlin, his mama bear tendencies, him remembering before the purge and secretly liking magic) are more fandom than canon. But I'm not going to let that stop me :D

I love Morgana. I understand her and I sympathise with her, and though I may not like her as a person in the later seasons (sorry guys, I don't think slaughtering innocents indescriminently to gain power is a cool quirky thing, guess I'm just sexy like that), I still think she's an incredibly complicated and compelling character. I wish she and Mordred had got their redemptions though :(

Gwen!!!! I love her!!!! Honestly her and Merlin himself are at the top of my list of favourites like... most of the time. The way her character deteriorates in the later seasons makes me so sad because it was such a HUGE opportunity!! We should have seen her do Queen shit!! We should have seen her order knights around and take charge of the council!! WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER USING HER NEW STATUS TO HELP OUT MERLIN/OTHER SERVANTS!!! Do not tell me Arthur doesn't wake up at least once a week to find Merlin missing and Gwen saying "I used my Queenly powers to give him the day off. Deal with it, bitch.". I wish I'd seen her struggle more with the transition from servant to Queen. Like... she still wakes up at the crack of dawn and gets all restless because she feels like she should be doing something. She wouldn't let Arthur throw out all her old servant's clothes and wears them sometimes to potter around with Merlin to ground herself. She leaves banquets early and Merlin goes with her and they chat and catch up and cuddle like the besties they are. She has to like... stop herself from bowing to people, and she struggles with the fact that, other than Merlin, none of her old friends can really look her in the eye now (I mean I'd also LOVE a horror moment when The Gang realise something is deeply wrong with Merlin, and her going "When did my best friend start calling me My Lady?!").

As for Merlin. I just... love him. It's so rare that my favourite character is the main character but he so is. He's so complicated and compelling and wonderful. You can understand every decision he makes, the good and the bad, even if you don't agree with him you can look at his life and his fear and 100% agree that it was an understandable way for him to react. It may sound cruel, but I wish we'd seen more of his suffering, and I wish that OTHER characters had seen his suffering too. I wish we'd seen him get angry, and the others had had an opportunity to see him go batshit with his magic. I wish he'd got the apology he deserves form Arthur/the others, but I also wish we'd seen him... still coming to terms with that? Subconsciously holding back from doing magic in front of them long after the reveal, flinching anytime Arthur waves a sword in his vague direction, still feeling the need to lie and hide what he's up to even though he really doesn't have to anymore. Despite all the missed opportunity, he's still on a par with Gwen in terms on "favourite character", I just really love him, gang🥺✌

(As an aside, a hate Uther and everything about him, everything he says and does and stands for, but I actually LIVE for OOC Uther. Uther being nice?? And supportive??? Uther being protective of not only Arthur but Merlin as well?? My favourite trope in the ENTIRE fandom.)

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Send me your thoughts lads!! I love to hear 'em!!

Also I apologise for any typos, they'll get fixed at some point I'm sure, but I'm typing this on my phone at work atm😅

#bbc merlin #arwen #arthur/gwen #merlin #favourite character #leon #gaius #send requests #lancelot #elyan #arthur pendragon #percival #gwaine #morgana #mordred #good mordred #good morgana #my favourite #i write kilgharrah ooc most of the time #but that doesnt stop me from hating canon kilgharrah #guinevere #gwen #gwen was a bad bitch and she dederved more #merlin was ALSO a bad bitch who deserved more

[merakicharm]

SERENDIPITY

(part - 4)

"Do you think Kageyama will come for practice?" Kindaichi asked, looking at his boyfriend, before he pulled a shirt over his head.

Kunimi shrugged.

"Exchange students have to attend the same clubs they participated in at their schools, so he has to come, right?" Kindaichi persisted.

"I don't know" Kunimi hissed, annoyed. He really didn't want to discuss this. Kageyama was....a touchy topic and he really wished that anyone from Karasuno had been the exchange student, but Kageyama. Heck, even the Shrimp would have been better than this.

The door to the boys locker room opened. The Seijoh Coach strode in, the exchange students behind him.

"Ok boys, this will be your locker room, and you will use the free ones. Feel free to ask me or any other students, in case you have any confusions"

Saying this, he exited the room, leaving the boys to get changed.

Kunimi and Kindaichi watched the crowd curiously, just like the other Seijoh players in the room.

Tsukishima was the first person to separate himself from the crowd and move around, searching for his locker.

Which happened to be right next to the one that Kunimi used. Both gritted their teeth, very much annoyed.

"Kageyama senpai! Our lockers are here!"

Kindaichi turned to his left to see a boy, first year by the looks of it, opening the locker just one place away from his.

"Where's mine...?" the low husky voice, had Kindaichi gasping sharply.

Two places away, Tsukishima smirked.

"Here senpai!" the boy said again, his pale blonde curls flopping over his grey green eyes. He really had too long hair for a boy, it reached almost till the nape of his neck.

As Kindaichi watched, Kageyama emerged from around the corner, his expression somewhat annoyed. He looked to where his junior was pointing.

Even as Kunimi turned around to face the Karasuno ravenette, the boy seemed to have grasped the fact that his locker was right next to his former team mate's.

Heaving a sigh, and looking more irritated, Kageyama spoke.

"Hey Kagari, swap with me"

The boy paused, looking at his senpai. Kageyama's face bore a look of irritation, but when you looked closely, thought Tsukishima, you could clearly see the tinge of despair and fear.

"Well?" Kageyama asked, raising one of his eyebrows in question.

The boy nodded.

"Hai!"

"Thanks Kagari, I appreciate it" he said as he opened his duffel bag, refusing to look into the eyes of his crushes.

Which was good, since Kunimi and Kindaichi's faces were a mixture of emotions.

The real show began when Kageyama took off his shirt. At least for Tsukishima. He saw how Kindaichi's eyes seemed to almost thirstily take in Kageyama's abs and muscular arms. Kunimi had shut his eyes in an attempt, not to do the inevitable and it seemed to be working, albeit with a little too much effort. It was getting difficult for the SaltBottle to refrain from laughing aloud at the antics of the Seijoh players.

"Hey King! Let's go. We're gonna be late"

Kunimi's eyes snapped open in surprise. Kindaichi whipped around to face Tsukishima. They didn't get how he was calling Kageyama 'King' just like that.

Kageyama shrugged. That was what Tsukishima always called him, no matter what. He didn't mind. It'd be weird if he called him by his last name or first name.

Plus, that name reminded him of his faults, reminded him of how he had been, and what he had lost because of his stupidity. It reminded him of his royal cruelty. And right now, it reminded him, that he had no right to fall in love with the two boys standing but one place away from him. Or another pair of setter spiker boys.

Nope. He'd extinguished that hope with his 'King' like attitude and his 'natural talents'.

Sighing heavily at his depressing thoughts, he banged the locker door shut and waited for the first year setter beside him.

Kunimi grabbed Kindaichi by his arm, indicating clearly that he had had enough of this.

"Let's go", he said in his usual quiet voice.

Kindaichi let himself be dragged, not glancing again at the King. But just as Kunimi was about to open the door, someone else opened it from the other side.

A boy with midnight blue hair and black eyes stepped into the room. He was a little shorter than Kindaichi, and as he entered, he almost knocked over Kunimi, who was standing just by the door. Kindaichi supported him, preventing him from falling.

"Warui warui!" the boy spoke up immediately, apologetic. "I really should have been careful. Are you okay?" he looked at Kunimi, concerned.

Kunimi nodded, he'd just been surprised.

Kindaichi fussed over him.

Kageyama, watching all this drama, felt melancholic, knowing well that he would never be the receiver of those caring caresses.

The boy ran his eyes over the room, before he spotted Kageyama. A grin lit his face as he called out his friend's name.

Kageyama looked up.

"Anzai!" he was surprised.

It would entertaining to see the King's former soldiers getting jealous, thought Tsukishima, lips curving into an evil smirk.

"Go ahead with him," he indicated at the bluenette, "we'll follow along"

Kageyama nodded. He was glad of any excuse to escape from the room. He grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him out of the room, hurriedly.

He didn't notice how angry Kindaichi looked or how Kunimi was biting his lip in his attempt to keep his sanity.

Tsukishima was cackling on the inside.

The poor soldiers! They sure don't seem very happy that the King's social skills have improved!

"So? Aren't you supposed to be with swim club?" Kageyama asked his friend.

Whenever he thought of the word, he felt warm tingles go through him. After the incident at Kitagawa, he'd really thought that he was incapable of being friends with anyone.

Yamato was a friend, but then he was Kageyama's childhood friend who knew him inside out. He also had an open mind and inextinguishable optimism, putting up with Kageyama, even when he was at his rudest. He had stuck by him through the whole King of the Court thing, making him precious. But his real best friend was Hinata and Hinata alone.

Or so he had thought.

Until the ginger head and Suga had talked with him seriously about the need to make more friends, from outside of the volleyball club. He'd been reluctant, the old memories resurfacing, and hadn't put any effort into it. That was when Hinata, in a desperate attempt to make him sociable, spilled the beans about his past to his class. He'd been so in shock at the act, that he'd almost gone into one of his panic attacks.

Although his past revelations made his classmates understand him more, and he had made friends with people like Rikka, the class Prez, Mei, Subaru, among others, his best friend remained Hinata.

Up until Anzai arrived.

He introduced himself quickly, quietly, hood covering his head. He sat next to Kageyama and had actually slept through most of their classes. He never spoke to Kageyama, even when he needed something. He just tried to figure it out himself or gave up quickly.

As Kageyama told Hinata, 'it's like I'm sitting next to my own reflection'

Hinata had laughed a lot at that.

"Why don't you try making friends with him then? You'd be quite a pair."

For a while, Kageyama had been silent. Then he'd asked Hinata very seriously, whether he was fed up with their friendship. Although he had spoken calmly, his heart had been beating fast.

Hinata had shaken his head and explained how Kageyama was going to have to get over his fear of making friends or getting close to people. Kageyama had felt touched at how much his friend looked out for him and had decided to follow his advice, although he was doubtful.

The next day he'd tried to talk to Anzai and had been successful, although both of them, it turned out were just very socially awkward.

After four more months, Kageyama, Hinata, Anzai, Yamato, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Mei, Kumiko, had become the best of friends.

In that time, Kageyama had discovered that Anzai had a dare devil streak to him, once you got to know him really well. Anzai had discovered that although Kageyama and he had almost the same likes and dislikes, there was a huge difference between their temperaments. Kageyama got crankier faster, to no one's surprise. Anzai was the slightly more cheerful of the two.

Now the pair were really close and had been delighted when they had got assigned to the same school. Kageyama hadn't still told him about his crushes though.

"Hmm? Oh first day so no practice apparently" his 'friend' answered now.

"Wanna try spiking my sets?" Kageyama challenged, smirking.

The swimmer answered with a smirk of his own.

"Sure!"

As the two boys rushed into the gym, Kageyama glanced at the boy, racing beside him, blue wavy locks fluttering in the wind. For a moment, as he squinted, there seemed to be a ginger haired boy running by him.

"Look straight ahead idiot!" Anzai panted out, "or you'll f-fall!"

He looked ahead but he saw faces flash past in the back of his mind.

Hinata, Anzai, Yamato, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Tsukishima, Noya, Tanaka senpai, the two captains, Suga, Asahi, Narita, Kinnoshita, the new first years, Mei, Kumiko.

"I win!!" Anzai pumped his fist in the air.

Uncharacteristically for him, Kageyama nodded. Anzai looked at him, surprised. A soft smile came on Kageyama's lips, as he thought,

I may have lost a race, but I think I'm winning the marathon.

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My love for Bane!!

Before you read, I want to make it clear that there are some nsfw parts to this posts. If you are under 18, please don't read!

This post will go over various details and reasons why my heart belongs to the big green giant know as Bane from Batman and Robin (1997). Get ready for a long read, because I've got a lot to say.

(If you haven't check out my Bane Wallpapers, go do check them out! They bring me so much joy, I hope they do the same for you ppl too!)

His mask is very cool and unique, because if you look closer you see they used Bane's comic book mask as a base and then just changed the mouth area and added black eye pieces on top of the red piece he normally sees out of. Imo, it is the best movie Bane mask we have ever had! A lot of people hate the multiple tubes coming out of his head, but I think it makes things extra spicy! A constant reminder that your not just dealing with any normal super human, you dealing with a venom infused one that can fight you like it's nothing! The bulging veins that can be seen in certain lighting is a detail I feel deserves more love. It adds to his big and tough demeanor. You can really tell the venom is working wonders on him! The zipper on the top of the head and the fact that his mask is most likely made of tight leather or latex brings thr entire thing together and is truly a marvel to look at! I absolute love it!💚Imagining him slick that smooth, stretchy, husky mask on while the venom starts to pump into his brain and muscles just does things to me. If Bane offered me a chance to wear it, venom or not, I would do it in a heart beat! It would probably reek of sweat, his bad breath, and of old leather, but I wouldn't care. Just the thought of inhale all those smells brings me a joy I can't describe! 😍

When I was a kid, in addition to his lovely mask, his clothing choice was another thing I loved about him. It looks like Bane is just wearing a black cotton tank top with some black sturdy pants, but I've always the headcannon that it's actually very flexible black latex one piece! It makes a lot more sense when you notice his collar, chest harness, wrist bands, crotch diaper, and boots are also make out of a harder leather with spikes and studs! I swear, half of my clothing choices/dreams come from this man! His boots, for the most part, are very frankenstein/gothic inspired with thick sole and it going all the way to his knees. The copper rivets are the only things that make them stand out, imo. I've had thoughts were in order to prove my love to him I have to lick or kiss his boots while he judges. I'd hate it for the most part, because they probably taste like dirty and dust, but I want him to know that I do love him, so I'd do small smooches starting from his toes and work my way up his leg until I'm straight up licking his boots. I'd get so carried away he'd probably make me stop pretty quickly so I don't get sick 😂. His spiked collar and wrist bands are easily the clothing items I want the most! Any time I see someone on the street with spikes in their clothing I immediately think about him. Because he's worn them for so long, they're probably not that tight or rough but still firm enough to not sag. Maybe even a little flaky in certain parts. I don't think I'm comfortable with myself enough to wear a collar in public but I've come so close to buying spiky wrist bands or gauntlets it's crazy I don't actually own a pair yet. One day, I'm sure. His crotch diaper, for lack of a better name for it, is the one thing I'm 50/50 on. Some days I think it really adds to his look, especially with the spikes that go out. Plus, to a certain extent, it makes practical sense because that way heroes cant go from behind his and try to restrain him, or can't throw too many kicks, without getting poked/cut by the spikes. But other days I think it just doesnt look that great, because it ultimatly looks like a big metal diaper, it takes away from his intimidation. Plus, I won't be able to give him proper hugs! (I want to give daddy all the hugs he deserves! 💚) His chest piece is what brings everything together. The little Bane symbol is so cute, I've always looked for a pin or something to buy but no luck. I actually used to have this Bane cape that I won at Six Flags when I was little. I cut the symbol of his face out of it and tried multiple times to attach it to my jean jackets but I suck at sowing. 🥲 The leather straps that hold the chest piece compliment the other leather pieces of his outfit. The metal looking chest piece looks wonderful and adds a layer to his character that I both love and hate. In this movie he's a drone, a mindless agent that is only allowed to follow orders. I'll will discuss this in a bit. But for the record, I hate the fact that Bane is written as big dumb idiot in this movie. It's the one big problem I have with him, which sucks because I literally love everything else about him!

I've probably watch the Bane transformation scene in Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times. No joke. I didn't realize it then, but seeing a short, thin, twink become a tall, hulking, king really hit my desires in the right way. Like, now, I know for sure that's one of my kinks and it makes me so damn happy! Granted, I've never been skinny in my life, but I've always wanted to be a musclar and strong man, so it makes sense why I love this scene so much. It's a literally fantasy of mine brought to life! More specifically, I've always wanted to be a type of strong that allows me to run miles like it's nothing, throw punches that instantly knock someone out, and lift so much weight that I borderline have a superhero body. Don't get me wrong, this is seriously mentally unhealthy because I know it's kind of impossible considering my personality and the actuality of gaining so much muscle, but I believe as long as I realize it's a dream and not beat myself up over it, it's not too bad of a thought to have. Actually, if you think about it, this Bane is kind of a plus size body representation. Sure he's got giant arms that can crush my bones like tooth pics, but he's pretty bulky with a big belly. That might be too much of a stretch to say, and I totally understand if people don't agree with. That being said, I have to say it, this man probably gives the best hugs in all of Gotham! He's so big that you don't even need a jacket in the house! Just let him embrace you and you'll never feel alone or cold again! His thick hands holding you in really tight, his muscles locking you in and warming your arms, while his gut pushes you back a little of your feet, like he wants to swoop you into his arms and carry you! 🥰 He'd be careful with his spikes of course, don't worry. A detail that sends me over the moon about Bane in this movie is his green skin. I can't put my finger on it, but it really adds to the whole transformation and therefore my thirst for him grows even bigger! Especially because it's completely unique to the movie. It looks so good that I wonder why the comics haven't adopted something similar.

I could go for hours about how I think the writers butchered Bane's character in this movie, but I want this post to mainly act as a positive appreciation post/background for head cannons that I might post about him one day. So to end, and give a taste, I'll finally talk about Bane being a drone in this movie. In weird way, because he's played as a mindless servent, it makes this version of Bane one of the easier Bane's for me to fantasies about. This is because in the movie, it's implied Bane only follows Poison Ivy because she was the first person he didn't see as a threat. Plus, I wouldn't be surprised if she used some of her suductive powers on him. (I would too, just saying) So, with that established, I like that he's a mindless drone because it means that, in my head, he's not exactly my "servant" but he will basically do whatever I say. Why? Because I will prove to him I not a threat either, and only want to love him!! He'll have a concuious and his own goals, and I'll follow along and help because I trust him and want to support him, but, for the most part, he will do what I say and love me in return. I could explain this more, but I want to save the juicy parts for the follow up post I have planned for this. 😏

If you've read this far, thank you. From the bottom of my hear. I've never wrote something this personal or long. I hope I can continue to do more of these, if I'm passionate enough.

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