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giginings · 4 months

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dress - h.yj

warnings: slight fluff, angst, smut, best friends to strangers to lovers, slowburn (?), drinking, honestly reader and yunjin are both gay drunk and in love, not proofread

nsfw warnings: dom!g!p!yunjin, sub!reader, oral, breast play, slight degradation (ex: slut, whore), dumbification, drunk sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), she finishes inside, implication of aftercare

playlist: dress — taylor swift

word count: 3k (3,047)

from daphne: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONEEEE

Being friends with Huh Yunjin was a blessing and somehow a hell of a curse at the same time. She was sweet, delicate, caring and absolutely beautiful. The kind of girl anyone would want. Perfect material for a best friend, and thankfully, she was yours. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

However, being around while she had to gently reject handfuls of guys was petrifying to witness, feeling the embarrassment for whoever was brave enough to ask the girl out. You didn’t understand it, it wasn’t like anyone who had confessed to her wasn’t good looking, but whenever you’d ask she’d simply reply with “Why would I date them when I have you?”

And every time you’d have to push down the butterflies that would appear in your stomach.

All throughout high school, the two of you did almost everything together. There was nothing that either of you didn’t know about the other. For example, you knew that her English name was Jennifer. So, from that point on, she was always Jennifer, or Jen, or Jeni. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to like anyone else calling her that but you.

No one ever saw the two of you apart, and if you were, you’d spend the time apart calling or texting. You were forever Huh Yunjin’s best friend and she was forever your best friend. That’s how it was.

Until it wasn’t.

It was junior year, and instead of seeing her by her locker, one foot planted on it, headphones on, she wasn’t there. No biggie, she’s probably just running late. She wasn’t. She had arrived perfectly on time with some girls you hadn’t known, and honestly they looked like they would chew you up and spit you out if you had even come close to them. But, no one was going to stop you from talking to your best friend, so you pushed down your fears and made your way over.

The silence as the 5 of you blankly stared at the other was deafening, but you walked over there for a reason. “Uh…you weren’t waiting for me by your locker Jen, is there like, a specific reason why or…?” The other three girls looked at Yunjin expectantly. Your best friend looked you up and down, her gaze a bit condescending. “Do you expect me to be there everyday waiting for you to get here? I don’t have time for that, you know. I have classes to get to.”

Her tone caught you off guard, she had never acted this way toward you. “No, I just— I thought it had become like our routine now.” You had originally expected a response from Yunjin until one of the girls beside her started to speak in her place. “So what, now she can’t hang out with other people? She has other friends, ___.”

You didn’t know what to say. Looking at all of their faces, and then Yunjin’s…it was probably best for you to just go.

It had been a month. 4 weeks. 28 days since you and Yunjin had talked.

You two shared quick glances at each other in the halls while you each rushed to your respective classes, but it wasn’t enough. Even your parents had started asking you where she was, and why she hadn’t come by recently. Nothing was the same without her. Everyday you silently hoped that she would be by your locker like she used to be, and she never was. And you were starting to think she wouldn’t be, ever again.

Huh Yunjin is so mean. So, so mean.

That was what you said to yourself as your head rested on the cold metal of the locker.

Quickly being brought back to reality by your newfound friend, Chaeryeong, you turned your head in her direction to be met with an expression of pity on her face that you so didn’t want.

“___, you really have to figure things out. Either talk to her and rekindle your friendship, or don’t and never speak to each other again. Take your pick, babe.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, she told you this every other day.

“Chaer, seriously, I’ll talk to her soon!” You heard a scoff from the girl beside you.

“Yeah, right. You say that every time. When is ‘soon’, ___?”

With that, she walked away and left you to wallow in your thoughts. At this point you really should just give up. You and Yunjin would never be friends again.

“…What’s up with you?”

Despite the tone of their voice, you were oddly excited to hear it. Turning around to see the redheaded girl before you, the magnifying smile on your face was basically impossible to hide. “Jen!” She’d give you a slight smile back, not showing nearly as much teeth as you did. “Hi, ___.” You’d switch between standing on the ball and heel of your feet, clearly exciting to be talking to her after so long.

“So, um, what did you need?” She’d peek behind you, and then meet your eyes again. “I, just, um,” —she’d point her finger, and you’d turn to look in the direction of her index, “need to get to my locker.”

Oh.

You had never been more embarrassed in your life.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry.” You’d quickly mutter, moving to the side so she could get her stuff. You felt so entirely stupid. Of course she wasn’t there for you, why in God’s name would she be there for you? The slam of her locker closing brought you back to reality as she gave you a quick wave and strutted down the hallway. Your eyes made sure to follow her the whole time.

The shrill sound of the bell that rang throughout the hall let you know it was time for class, and as you walked towards Chemistry, you prayed that the rest of the day wouldn’t be as…humiliating.

That was years ago.

After high school, the two of you went to different universities and never really saw each other again. Right now, you found yourself thinking of her again. Was it anything new? No. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do though, considering you were sitting alone by the bar of the club Chaeryeong had dragged you to against your will. As your best friend was busy backing it up against some random, you sat swirling your drink in it’s cup. You never really were one for clubs or bars anyway. Too loud.

It reeked of marijuana and alcohol, and the body heat that was radiating from the drunken, pervy guys around you began to get suffocating. There was no fucking way you could stay any longer than you already had. Paying for your drink and texting Chaeryeong to let her know you were leaving, you swiftly got up and made your way to the door before feeling a warm but firm grip on your arm. Obviously you were extremely frightened, ready to uppercut punch whoever was crazy enough to grab you until you realized it was a very, very familiar face.

“Yunjin?”

That was all you could force out of your mouth, your expression laced with confusion. She still had that same charming smile. The girl seemed to have barely gotten any older, but you couldn’t say you expected her to. “Hey. You probably weren’t expecting to see me here, were you?” You realized that you actually were really happy that she was there, a smile finding it’s way onto your face. “No, I— I can’t say that I did, actually. But, I am glad that we’re talking again.”

“Yeah, me too. Are you here with anyone, or…?” You shook your head in response. “Uh, I was, but I was just about to leave. Clubs aren’t really my thing, y’know?” Yunjin silently agreed with a nod, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah, they aren’t really mine either. I’m here with my friend, Chaewon. She should be…somewhere over there?” The redhead pointed her finger towards the dance floor where you saw who you assumed to be Chaewon swaying her hips to the music, drink in hand.

“Well, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.” You say, turning your attention back towards Yunjin.

She chuckled in agreement, doing a once-over of your face. “You still look as good as ever, y’know?”

Oh?

“Really?” You said in response, looking down into your cup. “Really.” You mentally cursed yourself for blushing so easily, the pink tint that painted your face getting harder to conceal. Looking back up at her, your eyes met her hazel ones. “You aren’t too bad yourself, Jen.” Her grin grew wider, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. The taller girl looked up, scanning the club before setting her drink down on the table.

“So, you said you were on your way out before I caught you, right?”

You nodded in response.

She grinned, opening her mouth once more to say, “I don’t really have the desire to stay here much longer either, so maybe we both could leave? Like, together?”

“…Sure.”

The kiss that the two of you shared was heated, her hands frantically roaming your body before reaching to help you take off your jacket. The article of clothing was quickly discarded, being thrown across Yunjin’s living room and forgotten. Everything about this was sloppy, and rushed. As if you both had been waiting for this since forever. The girl made quick work of having you up against the wall, her knee slotted in-between your thighs. Her teeth nipped your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper out of you.

Her lips started to trail down to your neck, suckling on the tender skin and leaving behind a purple bruise. Your hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up. “Off, want it off.” You muttered, and she scrambled to tug her crop top over her head before treating it the same she did with your jacket. Her cold but gentle fingers played with the hem of your jeans, teasing you ever so slightly.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath, your lips chased her own as a string of saliva connected the two of you together. “Needy little thing, aren’t you, Angel?” She’d say, tugging your pants past your thighs along with your underwear. Running a finger up your slit, you gasped from the sudden contact. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Who’s this for, baby?” The pet name went straight down to your cunt, clenching around nothing at her words. “You, only for you, Jen,” you managed to whimper out.

You felt her lips surround your aching clit, a gasp slipping past your mouth. Her tongue swirled around the bud, your eyes meeting her own. The pink muscle trailed down to your hole, her nose pressing against your clit. She made sure to keep eye contact with you as she tongue-fucked your entrance. A lewd moan emitted from you, pleasure spreading throughout your body. You notice her straining against her jeans, and you can’t help but whimper as you imagine her cock stretching you out.

She pulls away from your cunt only to mutter something about how sweet you taste, before going back to devouring your pussy. Her hand trails up to rub your clit, pinching it ever so slightly and you yelp in response. “Jen— feels so fucking good, please—“ You didn’t quite know what you were begging for, but it was like she understood you perfectly. She licks a long strip up your slit, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs threaten to close around her head, but her hands quickly force them back open. You could feel yourself getting close, and Yunjin read you like a book. “You gonna cum? Go ahead, make a mess in my mouth, angel.”

She quickly pressed the pad of her thumb into your clit, instantly sending you over the edge. You felt your orgasm rushing over you, the feeling a bit overwhelming. Coming down from your high, she pressed a gentle kiss against your bud, making you shiver in response. Standing back up on her feet, her chin and lips glistened with your juices. The redheaded girl pulled you in for a kiss, a mewl eliciting from you as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She’d lift you up, carrying you to her couch and gently setting you down, her lips never leaving yours even for a second. Tugging your shirt up over your head and unclipping your bra, the girl bent down to suckle on your breasts, slightly pinching your other nipple. You whimpered slightly, reaching down to unbutton her jeans. She’d chuckle in response. “Impatient, are we?”

“Don’t tease, Jen. Need you, right now.” You said with glossy eyes, desperate for her to fuck you. Yunjin would do the rest of the work for you, pulling her hardened cock out of her boxers. Realizing how big it really was, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lower lip, feeling yourself get even wetter. Aligning herself up with your entrance, she’d tease your hole with her tip. “Gonna go in now, ‘kay?” You’d nod. Slowly, she’d push herself into you, hissing at the warmth of your cunt. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of her cock, the sting mixing in with the pleasure. “Goddamn, you’re tight— gonna fuckin’ split this pussy open, baby.” She’d say through gritted teeth.

Slowly starting to thrust into you, she let you adjust to the stretch. At first, it stung just the slightest bit, but then the pain left as soon as it came and left you wanting more. “Need you to go faster, Jen…” You heard her curse under her breath at that. “Faster? Okay, then.” She started to fuck you faster and harder, an almost pornographic moan sounding throughout the room from you. Her hand reaches up and rolls your nipple in between her fingers. “Fuckin’ love these tits, baby.” You whine at that, your fingers reaching to intertwine with her own.

Her movements speed up, hips thrusting into you even faster than before. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of your pussy every time she fucked into you spurred Yunjin on even more. “Look at you, creaming all on my dick. You’re a slutty girl, aren’t you?” At this point, you were entirely gone, only focused on the feeling of her cock pounding your cunt. “Yesyesyes, only for you, Jeni!” Your nails dug into her hand as she reached to hike your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to drill into you even harder. You let out a choked moan, feeling her reach just the right spot. Tears started to well up in your eyes, the pleasure getting overwhelming. “That feel good? You like how I fuck you, baby?” You’ve been rendered completely senseless, not even able to form coherent sentences anymore. She’s left you completely a mess, your lipstick smudged, mascara streaking down your cheeks.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, make you all mine. Bet you’d like that, right? Want me to knock you up?” Yunjin’s totally pussydrunk off of you, saying whatever comes to mind at this point. She’s always had a liking to you, and you were completely oblivious to it. Until now, of course. You nod, agreeing with whatever she’s saying. Her words go through one ear and out the other, you can’t be bothered to listen. Not when she’s fucking you this good. “Yes, fill me up, Jen, want your cum, please!” She thrusts hard into you at that, hissing as you clench around her. “Fuck, squeezing my cock like a whore, baby—you gonna make a mess on this dick?” You can’t even reply, gaining a sinister grin from her. She knows she’s fucked you completely stupid. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head, lips parted and swollen from you biting down on them. Everything was hazy for you, all your senses clouded and filled with her.

You both were sticky and hot and sweaty, and the room reeked of sex, but it wasn’t like either of you could be bothered to care. “Jeni, fuckfuck—“ Your nails dug into her arm, starting to draw blood. Yunjin bent down, suckling on your neck and collarbone. “Shh, it’s okay, cum for me, baby.” Instantly, everything seemed to go white. A broken cry left your mouth as you creamed all over Yunjin’s dick, her own orgasm following shortly after. The feeling was overwhelming, the girl’s thrusts getting softer and softer. The room was filled with pants and heavy breathing. The redhead sat back up to pull out of you, a whimper slipping past your lips. Yunjin watched as both of your juices mixed and spilled out of your cunt, muttering something under her breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Looking back up at you, the girl peppered kisses all over your face and neck, whispering small praises about how good you did for her and how proud she is. Brushing away strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, she’d smile slightly. You felt butterflies in your stomach, it was clear to see that she had nothing for you but love. “You okay? You wanna take a shower?” Returning the smile back at her, you found it funny how different this Yunjin was from the one you saw just moments before. You definitely weren’t complaining though, you loved both sides of her. “Yes, I’m amazing, Jeni. And yes, I’d love a shower. I think we’d both benefit from taking one.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Nodding in agreement, she’d pick you up bridal style and plant a small kiss to your lips. “Shower it is, then.” You suddenly held a finger up, making her pause. “But, I think we can wait a few, right? Right now, I think we should just…stay here.” Grinning down at you, she’d nod and set you back down. “That is completely fine with me too.”

If you expected to end the night any way at all, it wasn’t to be wrapped up in Huh Yunjin’s arms, but it wasn’t like you’d have it any other way.

“There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo„

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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I3 Geto 🤗

Don’t Fuss

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @murderofravens @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, kidnapping, chains (not sexual), kissing, face slapping, minor blood, condescending behavior

Prompt Request: “No one will ever find you here.”

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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You wake up feeling groggy and stiff as though you had the most uncomfortable sleep of your life. You stretch out, opening your eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling. Immediately, your back shoots straight up. Jumping off of the bed, you look around.

The room you are in is rather plain. White walls, a desk, a bed, a dresser, and three doors.

Your feet begin to patter over to the closest door, but you immediately come to a halt once you hear a rattling noise below you. There’s a chain gripping your ankle, knocking against the sensitive knob. You try to gather your cursed energy, but you feel beyond disoriented. You can’t even summon as much as a pinky tip’s worth of cursed energy.

“Help! Someone! Anyone! Please, can you hear me?!” You call out.

There’s nothing but silence. Placing a hand over your beating heart, you settle for screaming. You wail at the top of your lungs, folding in half from the gut wrenching vocal torment, hoping that someone will come for you.

The door opens, and a man with black hair adorned in monk’s robes walks in. Oh no…

“Suguru,” it’s a breathless whisper brimming with fear.

As he walks towards you, your body can’t help but back up. Ending up stopping at a wall, you find that you have nowhere else to go with the cuff securing you to the floor.

Geto comes to a halt right in front of you. He tucks a lock of your H/C tresses behind your ear as he stands there so quietly.

“Suguru, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Well, that’s not a very nice greeting for your upper classmen.” His smile is just as always, plastered on with something dangerous hiding behind those slitted eyes.

“You stopped being my upper classmen when you murdered all those people and dropped out to start your own fucked up cult. What? Are you gonna kill me? Is that why you brought me here?”

“No, I missed you so much that I simply decided to bring you here with me. There’s no need to study to become a sorcerer anymore. You’re too weak, and I can protect you.”

“Weak? I was about to be prompted to first grade before you took me!” You push at his broad shoulders.

He doesn’t move an inch. Instead, his smile slightly wavers with annoyance before he grabs you by your wrists, pulling you towards him.

His lips are so close to your neck. You can feel his hot breath like a ghost.

“It’s a good thing I took you before that could happen. I wouldn’t want all of that power getting to your head. I could never have my princess thinking she could take on curses of such great caliber.”

Your eyes narrow at him as your lip curls in disgust. “Why can’t I use my cursed energy? What did you do to me?”

“I simply used a curse sedative on you. I can’t have you acting out.”

“Get off of me!” You stomp on his foot.

He backs away from you, trying not to let the pain show. Instead, he laughs through it. Once recovering from the jolt of hot throbbing in his toes, he tries to reach out for your upper arm.

Anxiety consumes you. Gasping, you doge his fingers and dance around his hand. You run as far as the chain will allow you, stopping five yards away from him.

“Fuck! Geto, let me out of here!”

He understands you must be stressed from the situation. He isn’t an idiot. However, you are his, and you must learn your place quickly.

Suguru steps near you, backhanding you across the face. Jolting with shock, you feel a heavy sting bloom across your cheek, burning your nose. You feel blood trickle from your nostril, and with the back of your hand, you wipe it away.

You look up at him, only for him to do the same to your other cheek. You can taste the metallic in your mouth as the scarlet drips over your lips.

You don’t have a second to recover before he’s grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you towards the bed.

“No, no! Suguru! Suguru, no, wait!”

He tosses you face first onto the mattress, not giving you anytime before he crawls on top of you, moving your hair to the side, leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck.

“You will understand where you belong shortly. You’ll learn your place. I’ll make sure of it.”

Once again, you begin wailing for help. Soul piercing pleas tear from your very frightened core. You have no cursed energy to use, and a special grade sorcerer has taken you for his own sick use.

“What’s with all the fussing? No one will ever find you all the way down here, so there’s no use in going horse if you think about it.”

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sturncrazy · 4 months

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LIFE OF THE PARTY PART ONE:

( prt 2 )

- Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

- warnings: mentioning of drinking, language, kissing, some making out

- authors note: this chpt is pretty pg nothing beyond a little heavy kissing….things don’t heat up until the next part. you gotta have some build up yk…

summary: you attended an end of year party for your school with your friends but run into chris who you don’t get along with. someone has the bright idea of starting a game of spin the bottle and your whole night changes…

word count: 2,224 w

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It was one of the last friday nights of school before your summer vacation started and you were trying to make the most of it by dragging yourself out to a party with you friends. It was a small party, all things considered, with only about 25 other people there, but it was still enough bodies to make the basement setting a bit stuffy for your liking. The room buzzed with voices and shitty rap music from some of the boys being on aux. The dim orangey old lighting made the room feel extra hazy. You sat on a couch surveying the group and fussy with your skirt that was a little too short to sit safely. The group was full of familiar faces from your classes, some more than others. You noticed your friend Madi, who’d wanted you to come here in the first place, already stumbling and slurring a bit in the corner by some guys. Staring down at your lukewarm half empty white claw, you decided to go get something stronger…it would be an awfully long night if you ended up being the sober one. As you headed towards the table with the drinks you bumped into Matt.

“Hey y/n! You okay?”

he asked giving you a half hug. you and Matt had been friends for a couple years now after you’d gotten close to his brother nick. Matt was a sweetheart and always had a reassuring presence.

“Yeah! Hey Matt! Yeah no i’m good just need somethin else to drink”

“Gotcha. Well Chris is lurking over by the drinks so tell him i said to stop being a dick to everyone when you see him” He said letting out a small snort and then running off to catch up with his friend Nate.

Perfect…you’d have to interact with Chris. You couldn’t understand why, but you and Chris never clicked. It was strange since you were so close with both his brothers and Madi, who was basically his sister, was your best friend. But the two of you never got along. He was snarky and condescending. You didn’t like his whole superiority complex. And you knew it was a mutual issue. He always made underbreath remarks about you being a “tight ass.” Even though that wasn’t the case at all, you were just shy. Whatever, doesn’t matter what he thinks you thought to yourself as you built back up the will power to continue your mission to get another drink.

You tried to avoid looking at Chris as you scanned the half emptied bottles of various liquors, all probably snagged from oblivious parents collections, but you could feel his eyes drilling into your skull.

“Another drink already y/n?” Chris snarled at you.

“What? you expecting me to hand you a drink voucher or something?” you spat back still avoiding actually looking at him.

“No need to get all huffy. just thought you’d be shitting yourself after a sip of a claw is all” he snickered at his own comment.

“You know I can drink, Chris. You’ve seen me drink before” You said snagging a solo cup and pouring some juice in it.

“Oh no….do we need to have an intervention is it time for the AA meeting?” he teased, mocking you, as you started to unscrew a bottle of vodka. this made you snap.

“screw you you know what i meant. Don’t give me shit. at least i’m actually fun at parties” you said, finally looking up at him. He stood lazily leaning against the wall. he wore loose fit black jeans that sat on his body casually with air forces peaking out of the bottom paired with a simple white t shirt. a stupidly simple outfit that had no business looking that good. You felt a lump in your throat as you scanned his face. Wide blue eyes, slightly hazy from whatever was in his own red cup he’d been toying with, gazed at you with a sarcastic glint through a curtain of mussed brown hair. You hated the fact that for some reason actually looking a Chris always made your stomach do a little cartwheel.

“Like you weren’t just off in the corner just like me a few minutes ago” he retorted

“What’re you watching me?”

“Just observing my surroundings” he lifted his glass to you in a phony cheers before taking a sip, annoyingly unbothered by your attempted jab at him.

“Well it’s not my fault that the party’s been a little dull” you sulked and let a few too many glugs of vodka slam into your cup

“Don’t blame the party. we both know even if this was a rager you’d be clinging to a wall. You’re not capable of letting loose, but hey not everyone in this world is meant to have fun. it’s why we have like math and shit”

You knew he was doing whatever he could to just get under your skin and it was working. You hated how much you wanted to prove him wrong, but you knew another word out of you in protest would only make him cockier. You slammed your revolting concoction to try to suffocate the things you wanted to spit out at him. Shivering slightly, you made another cup full, aware of the fact that his eyes were still on you. Luckily, in that moment a plastered Madi came bounding over to you with Nick not far behind.

“Y/N cmon we’re gonna start a around of spin the bottle so I can try to kiss the boy from my biology class i was telling you about”

“But shhhhh donttell anyone cause it’s a secret” Nick added drunkly giggling and clinging to madi

“I dunno guys isn’t that game kinda childish” you said mostly fearing the idea of getting stuck kissing some gross slobbery drunk guy

“oh cmonnnnn y/n don’t be boring it’ll be funnnn it’s always fun to stir the pot at parties” Nick continued whining

“Yeah don’t be boring y/n” Chris chimed in, clearly listening in on this whole conversation.

“Chris come on you come too!” Madi said attempting to drag him in

“If i have to watch him kiss anyone i will puke on the spot” Nick said grimacing at the thought

“Yeah i’ll pass” Chris said pulling back

“Ugh whatever, you coming y/n?” Madi asked pleading with you. You hesitated. Chris let out a small chuckle

“What?” you asked him.

“Nothin. Just the day I see you play a game like that i’ll shit twice and die.”

“hmmm. your funeral. yeah madi, let’s go” you said taking your friends hand and shooting him a look. for a second you thought you saw a wave of actual surprise flash across his face.

“REALLY?! YAY!!!” Madi cheered doing a little dance and pulling you to follow nick who’d already darted off to collect other people to play. Chris stood there looking unsure of what to do, but unfortunately Madi saw this too. She grabbed him by the wrist with her other hand yanking him along too

“Cmon chris if you’re such a lady’s man u can’t back out of a little game”

The three of you joined a cluster forming on the floor of people surrounding an empty pink whitney bottle. Chris had managed to break off from Madis grasp, but hadn’t decided to leave the circle. Instead he headed towards a few of his lacrosse friends. You carefully sat on the floor beside Madi as Nick started the game.

The beginning part was boring— mostly suffering through watching other intoxicated teens smush spitty mouths together. you found yourself continually reaching for your little red cup to make the experience more tolerable. It had started to have its effects on you and you were sitting in a blissful bubble of your own fuzzy buzzed state when you became aware of madi poking at you.

“Cmon y/n go! it’s your turn to spin” she slurred as your face flushed hot with embarrassment from delaying the game. you heard chris and one of his friends snicker and you shot him daggers from across the room as you reached for the bottle. You gave it a solid spin and watched it rotating, making you dizzy. slowly it began to end its journey and pick your fate. it stopped. you heard an “oh shit” muttered from close by your side as your gaze followed the direction of the bottle cap…to a pair of white air forces sticking out of black denim. No fucking way. you thought to yourself as you were met by the same wide blue eyes from earlier looking at you. Annoyingly unfazed yet again. Chris.

“Puckerup Chrissy” one of his friends laughed shoving at him

Your body froze as he actually began to move forward towards you. He was close enough you could smell the exhilarating sent of his cologne. Your breath hitched as you realized maybe there was a part of you excited for this kiss.

“let’s just get this over with, yeah?” Chris said before leaning in and giving you a heartless peck on the lips. Your heart sank and you felt a flick of shame and rage heat the back of your neck.

This was only made worse when a few turns further in the game chris landed on a different girl and you watched in horror as they sloppily kissed far longer than a first land in the game was supposed to call for. As he pulled away from her you could’ve sworn you caught him look at you for a reaction. A desire to get back at him bubbled inside of you. When your next turn came you spun the bottle as hard as you could, trying to ignore the jittering mix of nerves and anger in your body. slowing slowing slowing…..stopped. You looked. on the other end of the bottle was Nate. Chris’s best friend. Bingo. The spin the bottle gods had been on your side.

Nate gave you a small smile as you two met in the middle of the circle. You leaned in for a heated kiss which was met by nate eagerly pushing into the early stages of a make out. A series of “oooooo”s let out across the room at your display. You pulled away and were pleasantly surprised to see a disgusted glance from chris. he slammed the rest of his drink and attempted to look distracted.

the rest of the game was taking far too long for your liking as people started having repeats which lead to make out sessions. but you knew the worst would be when the 7 minutes of heaven rounds started for the poor unfortunate suckers who got stuck with the same person 3 times. Your third turn came and you gave the bottle a pathetically weak spin…probably a result of your beverage. it gave a half-assed scooch.

“NO WAY” you heard madi chuckle and to your horror you saw it was Chris…again. But this time there’d be no escaping it with a peck. You’d be counted down for 10 seconds to make out. 10 whole seconds. you’d rather die.

“Cmon Chris don’t mail it in this time pussy” you heard his friend taunt.

If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve said he looked almost nervous as he approached you again. This gave you a strange sense of confidence and you wanted to embarrass him some more. You leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Charged by the rage and disgust for him and desire to prove him wrong…or so you told yourself…you felt him freeze on the other side of your lips as the group chanted “SIX FIVE FOUR” but in those last four seconds something shifted. Suddenly his lips relaxed and molded against yours. You felt a him take a small inhale before diving back in with force against your mouth. for a moment you forgot this was ever a game. The two of you pulled apart from one another and you scurried back and started at your shoes in a desperate attempt to avoid any eye contact with chris after that. What was that. Something had felt like it was on fire during that kiss. It felt hungry and desperate. Not like a drunk make out or any stupid game. Mulling over what had happened you lost track of the game until you heard someone say “ok chris your go”

your head shot up. chris’s eyes were on you as he reached for the bottle. you watched as he gave it an oddly light spin. it landed on you.

the room was met with a deafening amount of “whoops” and cheers at the first 3rd land.

the first 7 minutes in heaven land. you thought you would throw up on the spot as your entire body froze.

“Into the closet you two” one of the girls said as she rushed over to open up a door to a dusty looking pocket of a room across the basement. you watched chris stand up and casually saunter over towards the storage space. Hands on your back shoved you forward…probably madi. swallowing, you forced yourself to move your legs hesitantly.

“what’re you afraid i’ll bite you? just fuckin get in” Chris said irritability, causally leaning back with his arms folded in the closet. You headed to the opened door.

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ozai-the-bonsai · 25 days

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Cry for the Moon

Pairing: Zuko x firebender!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Fortunately, I had more time this week! We don't have any Zuko in this chapter but I believe he should show up in the next one, as long as I don't end up writing too much ^.^ if you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know!

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“Ty Lee, could that possibly be you?”

She was standing on her index fingers, upside down; her long, braided hair laid on the grass. Upon seeing Azula and you, Ty Lee broke her headstand – or finger-stand, you weren’t sure how to name that.

“Azula!” Ty Lee spoke with a smile, calling out your name cheerfully as well. She was in a light pink and red circus performer’s outfit with a pink, sleeveless, crop-top and matching pants which were adorned with red designs. Her red wristbands matched her pink headpiece – she looked just like she used to describe her aura.

After breaking the stance, Ty Lee first span around in a graceful twirl and bowed down before Azula. Then, she embraced the Princess. “It is so good to see you both!” She said and hugged you as well.

You had a small smile on your face, you had always enjoyed hanging out with Ty Lee – perhaps she was one of the scarce people you had known to be pure of heart. “You look excellent.”

“Please, don’t let us interrupt your…” Azula raised an eyebrow in wonder as she spoke. “Whatever it is you were doing.”

Ty Lee was still smiling as she did a back flip and ended up lying on her chest, with one leg stretched out over her head and the other straight up to the sky.

Azula glanced around with an unpleasant expression on her face, which she didn’t even bother to hide. “Tell me, what is the daughter of a nobleman doing here?” She asked, looking back at Ty Lee. “Certainly our parents didn’t send us to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls to end up in… places like this.”

Her tone was quite condescending but you could understand why she thought the way she did. Just like Azula, you too believed one had to take advantage of the opportunities the life offered. In your case, you were born as the only child of a noble family, who were the Fire Lord’s foremost advisors. Due to your family’s position and noble title, you were given such opportunities that most people couldn’t even dream of. You wanted to keep up this high life standard – even surpass what your parents had achieved – which was why you had been training to become a successful diplomat during the past years.

Azula was even better than you at taking every advantage and opportunity life had to offer – being born a Princess had enormous perks, of course, but it also came with enormous responsibilities. Azula had always balanced them both in a perfect way, you could only admire her.

Mai, too, knew how to enjoy the noble title her family carried but compared to yours, her family had adopted a stricter upbringing. Many times, when your families were together during dinner or during the weekend, she wasn’t allowed to express her opinions about various topics whereas your family always greatly valued yours. As a result, Mai had learnt to behave in the best way to please her parents.

Even though you two grew up together, her long-lasting crush on Zuko had, at some point, ruined your friendship with Mai. You didn’t really hate Mai, but it had been quite some time since you carried warm feelings towards her. You tended to ignore her as best as you could to avoid troubling Azula for you knew how upset she had become after your falling out with Mai because of her stupid brother.

Ty Lee, on the other hand, had never really been like the three of you. Sometimes, you felt like she didn’t even care about the noble title her family carried. Instead of making use of the opportunities presented to her on a golden plate, she had decided to follow her passions – which made you envy her courage from time to time, but you kept these thoughts solely to yourself.

The sound of a platypus bear made you come back to the present moment, you shook yourself forcefully and looked at the source of the noise. Three men were trying to move a platypus bear and it was, of course, resisting. The platypus bear then moved up to reveal the egg it had laid.

With a look of disgust on her face, Azula turned her amber eyes to Ty Lee, grinning. “I have a proposition for you.” Ty Lee carried a wondering gaze in her brown-grey eyes. “We are hunting a traitor. You remember my old fuddy-duddy uncle, don’t you?”

Ty Lee nodded as she rested both her feet on her head. “Oh, yeah. He was so funny!”

You almost raised an eyebrow. What about all the tea?

“I would be honoured if you would join me on my mission.” Azula spoke with a confident tone.

Suddenly, Ty Lee’s lovely energy disappeared, leaving its place to anxiety and nervousness. “Oh… I… uh… would love to.” She stood up in a fluid, elegant movement. “But the truth is, I’m really happy here. I mean, my aura has never been pinker!”

This time, you did raise an eyebrow at Ty Lee. Interesting… I don’t remember seeing Ty Lee refuse any kind of offer coming from Azula’s side.

Azula raised up her hand, cutting Ty Lee off in mid-speech. “I’ll take your word for it. Well, I wouldn’t want you to give up the life you love just to please me.”

Even a fool had to take the hint from the Princess’ tone that she was being dangerously sarcastic – if Azula came to anyone with an offer, it was an order dressed as an offer. It seems that the time she has spent away from us made Ty Lee forget some things. Very important things.

“Thank you, Azula!” Ty Lee bowed in respect, only to continue stretching. Feeling Azula’s hand on your upper arm, you turned to look at her. She motioned you with her head to follow her.

“Of course, before leaving,” Azula talked as you two walked away. “We’re going to catch your show.”

Feeling the Princess gently nudge you with her elbow, you added. “I am sure it is going to be delightful!”

Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder at Ty Lee – she seemed somehow panicked and… worried?

“Uh… yeah, sure… of course.” Ty Lee half stuttered, half muttered the words.

You lowered your voice so that only Azula would be able to hear you. “What is going on in your mind?” You asked. “And why are we staying for the show? I don’t like circuses!”

Azula waved her hand in the air in a casual way. “Relax, this is not going to be like the circuses you have seen before.” The edge of Azula’s lips curled upwards dangerously. “I am going to make Ty Lee quit and help me in my mission.”

You stopped walking with an alarmed expression on your face, causing Azula to stop as well. “Azula, darling, please don’t hurt Ty Lee.” You spoke with a caring but at the same time worried tone. “She hasn’t done anything to deserve your wrath.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Azula asked as she held you from your wrist. “Anything aside, I need Ty Lee to be on our side – I am simply going to scare her.”

[Time Skip]

“Is this what you call simply scaring?!” You whisper yelled at Azula as the circus owner released all the exotic animals they had. Oh, and the safety net which was supposed to catch Ty Lee in case of an accident was set on fire. “Princess Azula, you are going too far.”

The way Ty Lee sweated could be even seen from where you sat as she gave her best to keep balancing herself above the flames on one hand.

Azula frowned as she looked at you. “Could you have come up with a better plan?” She asked furiously. “If yes, then do tell me!”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, but it was quite hard with the animal noises and the burnt rope smell. “Sweetheart, I can understand why you use fear to keep Ty Lee attached to your will but threatening her with her life is only going to cause her to turn against you with the first opportunity she gets.”

Azula shook her head in a hysterical manner, causing the front pieces of her hair to bounce. “No, she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. She knows the consequences.” She said but it felt more like she was trying to reassure herself instead of opposing you. “Everyone knows the consequences of betraying me. No one can dare betray me!”

Gently, you placed your hand on top of Azula’s, catching her off guard. The Princess turned her amber eyes to you, which carried fury, denial, and confusion at the same time. “Azula, I know you trust me even though you don’t agree with me on this matter here.” You waited for her to maybe object, maybe agree to your words but Azula instead kept looking at you while Ty Lee fought literally for her life on the robe. “I believe you have planted enough fear in poor Ty Lee’s heart – please, call off the show. I… I am afraid that you are going to lose her at some point.”

“Oh, please, it is not like she is going to fall and…”

You interrupted Azula. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You lowered your voice. “I meant as a friend.”

It took quite a while for Azula to reflect on your words but at the end, she decided to put a stop to the nonsense going on in the circus tent.

With a sincere small on your lips, you whispered to your best friend. “Thank you, Azula.”

The Princess simply shrugged, of course she was not going to admit going too far – to be honest, you also didn’t want her to. You didn’t intend to change the way Azula was, her cruelty was an integral part of her personality, you simply wanted her to have at least one person in her life that truly cared about her wellbeing and wasn’t afraid of telling her when she was wrong.

No one was brave enough to do that.

After the chaos was over, Azula and you went to visit Ty Lee in her dressing room. She had already changed into her regular clothes – she had been wearing a white costume during the show – but the tiara she wore on her forehead, which resembled a flame, was still on.

You two stood behind Ty Lee as she sat at her dressing table, looking through the mirror. “What an exquisite performance!” Azula spoke with an enthusiastic tone. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll top yourself tomorrow.”

Even though you knew very well that she was bluffing, you still felt a little bit uneasy at the thought of this torture going on for several days. Oh, poor Ty Lee.

Ty Lee smiled at the reflections of Azula and you in the mirror. “I’m sorry Azula, but unfortunately there won’t be a show tomorrow.”

“Really?” You asked, trying to sound rather disappoint than relieved.

“The universe,” Ty Lee explained as she hung up her tiara, “has given me strong hints that it is time for a career change.” She stood up and turned around to face you two. “I want to join you on your mission.”

A satisfied expression formed on Azula’s face. “I am so glad you have decided to change your mind! Tomorrow, we are going to pay a visit to Mai before finally tracking down our targets.”

Ty Lee’s face lightened up with the thought of seeing Mai. “Oh, it has been so long since I have seen her!” She spoke with a cheerful tone. “This going to be like a little girls’ trip.”

You chuckled at her words. “But instead of chilling at the beach, we will be hunting down fugitives.”

Azula smirked as she added. “And possibly the Avatar himself.” She turned back to leave Ty Lee’s dressing room. “Are you coming?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just give me a second to ask Ty Lee what she uses for hair – it looks absolutely gorgeous!” Azula rolled her eyes at you and left the tent, leaving you alone with Ty Lee.

“I actually use a simple…” Ty Lee began to explain her hair routine but you weren’t really interested in it, you had to lie to get Azula to give you two some privacy. When you were sure that she was out of earshot, you interrupted Ty Lee.

“Listen, I needed a private moment with you.” You kept your voice exceptionally low not to attract any unwanted attention. Ty Lee raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “Please, please forgive Azula for what she did today. I know she has gone too far.”

Ty Lee’s eyes widened with shock but she didn’t say a word, sorrow was visible on her face.

You took a deep breath. “I know how much you mean to her, Ty Lee and I would hate to see the same thing that happened to Mai and I happen to you and Azula as well.”

“But yours was different… It was because of Zuko!”

“You know exactly what I mean, Ty Lee.” Your voice tended to get a little more demanding, so you took a moment to adjust your attitude. “I wanted to ask you to give Azula this one chance during this mission, then I promise to talk her into letting you freely do whatever you want with your life.” A small smile formed on your face. “I don’t think the mission will be taking much time anyways.”

Ty Lee seemed to be lost deep inside her ocean of thoughts but at the end, she nodded with a sincere smile. “Thank you,” she said with a warm tone. “Azula is lucky to have you by her side.”

You turned back to leave the tent as you whispered more to yourself. “I know.”

#prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #princess azula #zuko #zuko x oc

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@bobtheskeleton asked:

What about... A whumpee turned whumper and their whumpee being the caretaker?

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tw whumpee turned whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, manipulation, emotional blackmail, past trauma

“Don’t you want me to get better?” Whumpee asked with a terrifyingly sweet smile on their face, and Caretaker took a step backwards. “You know all about what I have gone through. All the torture… All the humiliation… All that pain and misery…”

“Whumpee,” they breathed, taking another step away from their… friend. “Of course I want you to get better. And I’m really sorry that you’ve gone through so much–”

“You’re not really sorry. It’s not your fault, of course, you can’t really empathise unless you’ve gone through it yourself. And you can’t really help me unless you know what it feels like.” They continued closing the distance between them, and Caretaker was soon backed up against the wall. Cornered. “If you want to help me get better, I think you need to learn to empathise.”

“Whumpee, I have so much empathy for you, that’s not how empathy works–”

“Why are you being so condescending to me?” Whumpee asked with a pout.

“I’m– I’m not– I’m being desperate, you’re scaring me–”

Caretaker cut themself off and pressed back against the wall even more when Whumpee grabbed something off the top of the drawers next to them, especially when they realised it was a pretty heavy vase, something they’d used to joke was a self-defence weapon. Whumpee wasn’t going to hit them with that, were they? They weren’t going to seriously harm them… right?

“You’re being condescending. I know what empathy is. I know big words, contrary to what Whumper liked to preach. I’m not actually a dumb pet. Or did you believe that too? Maybe the people who haven’t been victims of such a thing can only ever agree with the perpetrator, deep down.”

Caretaker’s heart was hammering in their chest as they watched Whumpee play with the vase and try out different grips, as if seeing which would be best if they were to use it as a torture instrument. “Of course you’re not a dumb pet,” they whispered. “Whumpee, I love you. I would never agree with someone who has done something so heinous. If you’re not satisfied with the way I’ve been treating you, we can talk about it, you can vent all your frustration, I’ll listen. I’ll try to do better.”

“You can’t do better without first-hand experience. That’s what I keep telling you, and see? You’re not listening.”

“I am! I am listening, I just– I disagree–”

Whumpee cocked their head to the side. “You disagree. I’m telling you what I need to get better, and you disagree. You think you’re a lot smarter than me, don’t you? You think you know better, as an unbiased, outside observer. You don’t think I could actually know what’s best for me.”

“Knocking me out is not good for anyone. Please. I can help you so much better when I’m conscious, I promise.”

Whumpee seemed to at least consider that sentiment. Caretaker didn’t even breathe as they waited for the verdict. Would they be knocked out, tied up, held captive, and tortured? Would they not? Their stomach was in knots as they thought about all the messed up shit they knew Whumpee had gone through, and all the additional things they could’ve kept secret. What would happen to them if Whumpee got their way? If Whumpee were to teach them empathy?

“Will you call the police on me if I put this down?” Whumpee asked eventually, nodding towards the vase in their hand.

“No. No. I just want to talk. Just the two of us. Please. We’re friends, aren’t we? We can just talk.”

“See, I would’ve called the cops at the first opportunity that arose when I was with Whumper.” Whumpee lifted the vase above their head, ready to strike. “You need to understand that sort of desperation.”

#asks #bobtheskeleton #whump #whump drabble #whumpee turned whumper #caretaker turned whumpee #manipulation #emotional blackmail #past trauma

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onceuponastory · 8 months

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play with fire - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Y/N finds herself watching the street performance of a man who likes to play with fire... and she's about to realise that she does, too. Pairing: Stuntman/StreetPerformer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Bucky doing stunts and playing with both knives and fire. There's a few mentions of the possibility for injury but nothing happens. Reader's friend kinda sucks in this. Also Bucky being a flirt. If I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: It's the last weekend of the Edinburgh Fringe festival, and I've seen a few street performers whenever I've been there, so I decided to make Bucky one too! ;)

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

“Pick a card, any card!” The magician calls out, walking around the crowd that has gathered around him. Y/N watches from her position a few rows back, intrigued by the show. In the past week, there've been several street performers performing in the city, and Y/N has tried her best to make it to as many as she can.

“Come on.” Her friend Iris groans, and Y/N registers her placing her arm on hers to drag her away.

“Hey, I’m watching this!” Y/N protests, and Iris huffs.

“We’ll miss our lunch reservation if you don’t move.” Another yank on her arm. “I don’t understand all the fuss. It’s just some magic tricks, nothing too special.” She says, ignoring the few dirty looks thrown her way, and Y/N’s hastily mumbled apologies.

“Hey, be nice! It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there and perform in front of everyone." As the yanking on her arm continues, Y/N decides some battles are better off being lost… that and she’s starving, so food probably is the best choice. Yet as her friend leads her away, she can’t help but throw one last glance at the street performer, feeling disappointed to miss out on his show. Sure, Iris thinks they’re nothing more than a waste of time, but Y/N loves watching or listening to them. It adds more excitement to her day, something fun to do or watch, rather than window shopping. “Who knows, maybe I’ll take it up one day. I think I could be good.” Her words are mostly a joke, but honestly, sometimes Y/N does wish she was bold enough to do something like that. To put herself out there and perform without fear of how people would react to her.

“Yeah, sure you would. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a risk in your life.” Iris rolls her eyes. At first, she seems to joke along with her, but Y/N soon picks up on the condescending tone lacing her words. Her heart sinks, and she reflexively folds her arms across her chest. Honestly, despite the bitter concoction of disappointment and anger flowing through her veins, Y/N knows she only has herself to blame for this. After all, she’s not sure why she expected anything else. Iris is one of her oldest friends, but god, she can be a bitch when she wants to be. Which seems to be a lot, actually. Honestly, she wouldn’t have reacted any other way.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

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A few hours later, Y/N walks around the streets again, alone this time. The sun beats down on her, warming her skin and elevating her cheerful mood. Iris left not long after they finished lunch, saying something about an appointment. Honestly, Y/N had stopped listening by that point. That’s not to say Y/N’s a horrible person who ignores her friends, but there’s only so many times you can deal with someone’s awful attitude before tuning it out completely. At least now she’s alone, she can do what she wants.

As she turns a corner, she spots another crowd has formed, and the sound of rock music soon fills the air. Excitement pools in her stomach, and she smiles. Another street performer. Her brow raised in curiosity, Y/N heads over to the throng of people, making her way towards the front. And immediately, she’s confronted by the sight of a man balancing on a precariously thin ladder that faces the crowd. As he manoeuvres himself along the crowd, despite how high off the ground he is, and the way the ladder seems to wobble every second, the man seems unfazed, and continues to chat to the crowd as if nothing is out of the ordinary, and that this is nothing more than a simple magic trick. Y/N watches him, her heart racing. Whether it’s because of excitement or fear, she doesn’t know.

“Okay kids. Don’t try this at home, alright?” He explains with a grin, pulling out three knives. The crowd gasps, and Y/N’s mouth drops open. To everyone’s surprise, the man juggles them with ease, remaining on the ladder with nothing to hold him up. Y/N watches his every move, transfixed. This is definitely more exciting than any act she’s ever seen before. As he approaches her, his gaze seems to meet hers, and he grins, winking. And something in Y/N’s stomach flutters. Something she’s sure isn’t caused by the excitement of the act this time.

“Did he just… wink at me? No… that’s crazy.” But before she can dwell too much on it, the man has moved on.

“Now, juggling knives whilst balancing on a ladder seems pretty insane….” When the man jumps down from the ladder, landing with a ‘thump’ on the ground, Y/N finds herself breathing a sigh of relief, happy to see the man is on safer ground. But as soon as the sigh has even left her lips, her brow is furrowed in confusion.

Why would she care so much about a man she’s never met? One whose job it is to live dangerously?

“And you’re right, it is. But I thought… Where's the fun in that? Surely we can make it more dangerous, right?” The crowd cheers, and the man brings out more things to juggle with. Suddenly, the song changes, and the sound of My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy begins. And once more, Y/N registers her heartbeat increasing.

“Now for the fun part.” He calls, before taking out a lighter and lighting one end of each stick. The crowd gasps, and the man smirks, clearly enjoying their reaction. “May I have a volunteer from the audience?” Before anyone can even reply, he’s turned around and is looking right at her once again. And this time, there’s no confusion if his glance is actually for her. The closer he gets, she realises one of his arms is metal, the gold and black combination glistening in the steady glow of the fire. His other arm is full of tattoos, various colours and designs covering every inch of skin. A pair of silvery blue eyes, rimmed with the slightest bit of black eyeliner, soon meets hers. As soon as he sees her, the man grins. And something familiar in Y/N’s stomach flutters, this time even more than it did before.

“Oh god, he’s gorgeous.”

“Miss, can you please confirm for the crowd that this is real fire?” As he holds one out towards her, Y/N feels the heat radiating from the flames. It rises through her, making her cheeks burn. She laughs, breathlessly.

Or maybe the heat is just because of the incredibly attractive guy in front of her, who’s still staring curiously at her.

“Yeah, all real.” She nods. The man smirks, sending her heart into a frenzy once again.

“Good girl.” The words almost make her fall to her knees, but somehow she holds herself together. “I might need you again, so don’t move, okay?” He winks, and she nods, the words she needs suddenly caught in her throat. And then he’s gone, the fire little more than a whisper in the wind. As the man starts juggling the fire, Y/N can barely find it in herself to pay attention. All she can do is think about the gorgeous man in front of her, the way he smiled at her, and how it made her feel.

“Surely it’s just part of the act. He’s not flirting with me.” She tells herself. “But would it be so bad if he was?” Before she can even think of something else, he jogs back up to her again, grinning and breathless.

“Turns out I do need you.” He takes her hand, leading her into the centre of the circle of people. As she sees all the faces staring back at her, Y/N considers pulling out and going back to just being an innocent bystander. After all, she said it herself. She wishes she was bold enough to put herself out there in front of a crowd. And then Iris’ words fill her mind again.

“I don’t think you’ve ever taken a risk in your life.” This time, though, it’s only anger that flows through her veins. Because how dare she say that about her? How the hell does she know how good she is? Maybe she would be great at this. And if she isn’t, then so what? What’s the worst that could happen? The man approaches her again, smiling that damn smile and whispering.

“You’re a star.” Maybe there’s a reason he chose her the first time. Perhaps he sensed her desire to be more, to prove everyone wrong. And he’s just given her the perfect opportunity to do it. And she’s going to take it.

It’s time to live a little, and learn how to play with fire.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay folks, Y/N here is going to help me for the last phase of the set.” He picks up the knives from before, running the edge of one along his finger. “I’m going to juggle this fire, and whilst I do that… Y/N is going to throw these to me for me to juggle, too.” The crowd gasps, and Y/N raises a brow. Turns out when she asked what the worst thing that could happen was, potentially throwing a knife into a crowd of people was not what she thought of. “Don’t worry. We’ll both be fine. I trust you.” He whispers, another wink thrown her way. Y/N decides to stop asking whether it’s because he genuinely has feelings for her, or if he’s simply trying to put her at ease. Although, regardless of his intention, his winks are still making her feel incredible.

And besides, isn't the whole point of this to live dangerously?

He starts juggling, and with every nod of his head, Y/N throws him a knife. At first, she’s obviously nervous, not wanting to hurt the incredibly talented and attractive performer, or anyone else. However, he catches it with ease, adding it to the other things he’s juggling. “Told you.” He mouths when he notices the tremendous sigh of relief she lets out. As the surrounding crowd applauds, Y/N stands up a little straighter, pride flowing through her. This is much more fun than she expected.

She throws the other knives to him, beaming as he catches them and adds them to his growing juggling pile. He juggles them for a few more minutes before bringing his routine to an end. The crowd bursts into thunderous applause, and the man grins. “Ladies and gentlemen, my lovely assistant Y/N!” He grins. “Go on, take a bow.” He prompts, and she does. “My name is Bucky Barnes. Thank you so much for coming along to see me today! Feel free to leave me a tip or share my socials.”

“Bucky. That’s not the name I expected, but… it’s nice. It suits him.”

The crowd disperses then, some leaving tips, others congratulating him on his show as they leave. And soon, it dwindles down til it’s almost her and Bucky. But then, the realisation hits her, like being doused in an ice-cold shower after the fire she’s just experienced. After today, she might never see him again. A sense of unfairness hits her then, twisting her stomach. It’s almost like another douse of cold water. No. This isn't right. She may have only met him today, but she had so much fun with him, and she’s not ready to say goodbye yet.

But how is she going to tell him that?

As Bucky finishes packing away his things, Y/N places some money in his tip jar.

“Thanks.” He appears from behind her suddenly, the sound of his voice almost making her jump. “And thank you for helping me out today.”

“No, thank you!” she corrects him. “It was nice to get a little confidence boost and prove people wrong.” She regrets her admission almost immediately, especially when Bucky raises a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Thankfully though, he doesn’t mention it any further, and instead grabs his bags.

“Do you need a hand carrying anything?” She asks, in an attempt to savour every last moment she can have with him. So when he shakes his head, she’s disappointed. However, for a moment she swears she notices a look of disappointment flash across Bucky’s face. And hope begins to build. Maybe he’s not ready to say goodbye yet either?

“Hey Y/N…” he begins, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve um.” He stammers. She almost wants to laugh at how someone who lives so dangerously every day could be so terrified at the prospect of talking to her, someone so thoroughly uninteresting, all things considered. “I’ve got some free time now. Do you wanna grab a drink?”

“Yeah.” she says without even thinking about it. “That sounds wonderful.”

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I Believe I Am Crazy

Neytiri x Human! Male Reader

MDNI- Ageless blogs and minors will be blocked

Warnings ⚠️: Mature Themes! Fingering (male receiving), Jerking off, handjob, chocking, Neytiri self pleasure near the end.

I’m sure there are some men out there who feel left out from the xreader things since its mostly AFAB reader (not that there is anything wrong with that) but I figured you guys would want something for yourselves! Here that is!

-This is my first posted fic on tumblr so I’m sorry if its weird or you guys hate it but please be nice I’m super sensitive🥲

Neytiri was the one woman I’d thought hated me the most. I’d learned as much as the next guy and have nearly perfected my Na’Vi, but was still actively learning their customs. Throughout the entire time I’d spent learning the way of the Omaticaya, I’d spent more days with the future Tsahik than I can count. I’d been respectful, of course, but her silence, few words, and lingering side eyes told me everything I needed to know about how she felt toward me.

I’d been cautious around her and learned to not speak or find conversation with her as she would mostly ignore me, but it was impossible to ignore her lingering stares after coming back from a long hunting session. I’d taken the biggest beast back to the village without taking credit for it, instead, I let one of the younger teenagers from the clan take the honors.

Although I’m sure the hunting party I’d gone with was more loose lipped than I imagined, I just wanted To’ite to make the girl he liked swoon over him.

“I’m thankful for you, Y/n.” To’ite places hisuch larger hand on my human chest. “The others were wrong about your abilities. You continue to surprise us even while hunting in your human body.”

“I’m just glad I could prove ��em wrong.” I laugh a littleC finally tearing my eyes away from the woman across the- room?

“I owe you.” He smiles.

“Name your kid after me?” I tease.

“Hell no.” He responds with a laugh as he heads off.

“I was starting to wonder if To’ite had been the most successful of the hunt.” Neytiri suddenly spoke behind me and I’d be lying if the hairs on my body weren’t standing at attention.

“I just wanted him to impress the girl he likes.” I admitted.

“Then you are considerate.” She talks and I’m beyond shocked. “What?” She asks.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude but- this is the longest conversation we’ve had since I came here.”

I admit.

“Hmm.” She seems to state in agreement and the people by the fire start singing a song thanking Eywa for a bountiful hunt.

“I would like you to come with me.” She states before we could go back to doing our separate things and it catches me off guard.

I follow blindly behind her as I honestly was unsure as to what she had to say or show me. I had been curious and she was a fast walker. We reach the middle of a clearing with bioluminescent plants giving off a beautifully dim glow that illuminated much of what surrounded us.

“This is usually the part where the serial killer strikes.” I joke but when she turns her face shows confusion.

“Just a little Earth humor,” I explain quickly and she nods her head.

“Why are we here?” I asked and my brow raises but I stand upright with my arms crossed, waiting for her to tell me why she’d brought me here.

She only smiles and sits, patting the spot next to her as if silently asking me to join, I do so hoping she could tell me if I was going to get killed or not.

“I believe I am crazy, Y/n.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked while looking up at her, she was focusing her gaze toward the stars and she smiles, this is the only time I’d seen her stare not look condescending.

“Because.” She states.

“Uh-huh?” I urge her to continue and she turns to look at me, I’ve seen that look before, not on her but on other women, when they look at their mates. She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t need to, I understand.

“I see.” I respond “I think I’m crazy too.” I admit and meet her gaze and she smiles lightly.

I’m not sure how I ended up in her lap or even how she managed to take my loincloth on- I liked to keep one in my human size for when my avatar was being checked on by the medical team.

“F-fuck.” I cuss as she gingerly slides her fingers up and down my shaft.

“It is smooth.” Neytiri hums from behind me while slowing down her movements. I’m sure she did so to inspect my appendage but she was killing me right now.

“You tease.” I placed my hands on her thighs and try to push against her and feel the friction from before

“I see-“ She states and starts rubbing at a faster pace and settles my hips back down toward her lap with her other hand.

“S’good,” I groaned while throwing my head back onto her chest but closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I could feel her other hand rubbing my thigh gently and reaching to cup my balls and I moaned.

“Fuck, ‘Tiri-“ I sucked in a breath and she lets out a little laugh but continues her ministrations without ceasing.

She takes her time tracing my balls and gently stroking them as one while also sliding her hand gently, she was giving the head some extra attention and would often whip her wrist to twist her hand at the top and my thigh started shaking.

“You are enjoying this a lot,” theres a hint of a tease in her words, almost as if she was laughing, but she gasps when I gasp at the sensation of the hand that once held my balls had slid down and the tip of the finger had entered my ass.

“N-Neytiri,” I groan as she ever so slightly pushes the tip of her finger in and out, still jacking me off.

“Your fingers are b-big, fff-fuh-fuck-“ I moan and start trying to bounce on it but it was hard doing that whilst on her lap.

“Do you need me to go deeper?” She teases and twists her hand around the tip and I whimper. She coo’s while whispering how much of a great job I’m doing and I’m feeling the pit of my stomach tightly coiling.

“Please-“ I gasp as she does so, inserting a second finger in the process.

The Na’Vi are human in appearance, give or take a few features, and the female are often smaller than the males in size and height, but although they are, Neytiri’s fingers still feel incredibly big inside me.

“Fuck me, please!” I whimper as she hit’s my prostate and it felt like a tiny jolt of electricity going through my body, I could feel myself stiffen a bit and instantly relaxing at the feeling while remaining still to ensure she continue’s hitting that spot.

“Found it.” I can tell she’s smiling, the way her voice sounds, it’s giving it away.

“Please, please-“ I grunt and I sound animalistic while gritting my teeth and focusing in the pleasure she was giving me at the moment. How she knew what a prostate was or how she knew where to find it was beyond me, all I can focus on was the toe curling sensation she was giving me.

“Are you close?” She asks and I nod and grunt at the same time.

“Good.” She states simply and lets go of my cock.

“Ugh-“ I whine as her hand immediately reaches over to my neck and she squeezes the sides.

“I heard humans like this part a lot,” She continues thrusting her thick fingers in my ass and I’m also feeling twice as aroused from her sudden squeeze alongside my neck.

“Is this true?” She asks and slows down her thrusting.

“Yes, yes, please don't stop!” I try to slide on her fingers to get her to go faster but she chuckles a bit.

“Do you need some help?” She teases while slowly squeezing my neck.

“I need to cum, please,” I beg.

“You can,” She speeds her fingers to go faster than she was before, my cock was standing at attention, and I could feel the coil tighten even more.

“When I say you can.” She slows down again and I choke on nothing as she chuckles behind me.

“Please I can’t hold it for much longer-“ I try putting my focus on something else but it’s hard to when all I want to do is cum.

“Then I give you permission to cum.” She slows down her fingers even more. “But I want to see your face as you do.” She turns me around and lays be down before shoving three of her fingers inside.

The stretch is wonderful and I feel full on her fingers alone. I can feel her thrusting even faster than before and all I can think of was thanking Eywa for whatever scientist made sure these masks didn’t fog up with exertion. I could see her beautiful face staring at mine as she bites her lip and her other hand is moving as well. I look down and see she’s moved her loincloth to the side and was rubbing her own clit.

“Oh fuck, thats hot,” I mutter and she smiles while still biting her lip and focuses back on thrusting into my ass.

“Cum, Y/n, cum.” She grunts.

Looking back down I can see her pussy fluttering over nothing as some wet liquid comes out, and that does it for me.

Cum shoots out of my cock in pulses as she continues rubbing my prostate but her movements slow significantly and she stops when my penis goes limp. She smiles and slowly pulls her fingers out one by one while making sure she doesn’t hurt me. It warms my heart that she’s moving so gently and I sit up. She looks a little shy but I whip my mask off and her eyes widen as I walk toward her. Before she has the chance to say anything I grab her face and kiss her gently, once I come up for air I place the mask back on and she blushes.

“Thank you, for being crazy. It justifies my crazy too.” I gently place my hand in her cheek and she chuckles.

“Get dressed, Y/n, we need to go meet with the others.”

“I don’t think anyone will miss us if we decide to stay out here a little longer.” I tease and she rolls her eyes while fidgeting with her loincloth.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing that on any time soon.” I gently placed my hand on hers to stop her.

“But I already came-“

“Yes, but my wonderful woman, there is a think on earth we call multiple orgasms. And I want to see of I can give you another one on my own.”

“Multiple?” She asks and I nod.

“Show me.” She states and I smile.

“Take your clothes off,” I smirk and she unties her loincloth once more.

#neytiri #x reader #avatar #omaticaya clan #neytiri x reader #avatar smut #neytiri smut #neytiri x reader smut #smut #fingers #neytiri x human reader #male reader

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incorrect-house-of-nine · 2 years

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More not so incorrect Ortus thoughts. I’ll preface this by saying, I understand Harrow’s behaviour is a trauma response and she deserves empathy and understanding. In Harrow the Ninth, Harrow reverts to how she was before Canaan House due to the muddled timeline. She’s back to being awful, acerbic and fully convinced she is surrounded by cretins. (Stuff such as thinking flesh magic is pedestrian, the horror at being mistaken for anyone who could find meat interesting, sneering at anyone who could find meat interesting.)

Like it strikes me how insufferable, how patronizing and condescending she really is towards Ortus. We get a glimpse of how she treated him waaaaay before the muster was called. Though she has a wicked biting sense of humour, its still mean

She genuinely believes that she’s successfully pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes with the puppet show because she's soooo smart n they’re so dumb. Its alluded to when she talking to Ortus about his father, she says almost surprised. "You knew?"

Not only did his friends die but afterwards his Father is perennially downcast for every after, possibly depressed -- murdering 200 kids will do that to a man -- but his Dad killed himself for them to boot. The Nona family take take take and this fetus has the cheek to believe he doesn’t have the intelligence of a root vegetable? His reply is one of the few times that Moira doesn't vocalise him as sad, you can hear it in her voice, the sheer contempt for this sour tongued, inconsiderate child lecturing him and talking down to him. "You are not the only person, My lady, who can put two and two together and get “four.”

Though he’ll never blame her or treat her with anything other than respect, all his friends, romantic prospects etc etc were murdered so she might be born. He's had to live and grow up alone, the Noniad is his coping mechanism and she constantly insults it. He too has to represent a generation of Niners and achieve something great.

As a sword swinging cav, he'll die and it shall be a waste. But a manuscript? It might last and will let people know the Ninth existed. He existed. And what they valued and stood for. The pen is mightier than the sword they say.

One day he had friends, went to school, was a kid, and the next he was the only teenager left alive. Imagine how devasting and lonely that must have been? The survivors guilt he must have suffered?

Imagine, a solitary child returning to a cavernous empty school hall, an abandoned black ball in left in the back of the football net, jackets that shall never be out grown hanging on pegs left to decay. A heavy empty silence where once there was light and life and the laughter of children. Fading memory and ghosts the only thing to keep him company.

The accusatory stares from the parents of those lost children, their resentment, rage, grief silent but caustic. Wondering why he was spared, knowing why he was spared.

The survivors guilt he must have suffered? (My heart, I cant!) God! All the lil teased together tidbits that ask you to think deeper about Ortus just kill me. We don't deserve him. Muir did a great job of making us dismiss him in the same way Harrow/Gideon did/does, only to bring him back n slap us with: Never judge a book by its cover, or assume you know someone's journey. Be freaking Kind!

#tlt #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #ortus nigenad

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crazilust · 2 years

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Astro notes (3)

Hello, I’m back with a third astro notes. Please disregard anything that doesn’t make you feel good, remember these are just personal observations <3

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* Virgos really are a mess. They will do their best to keep the organized, put together persona, but the mess they’re going through behind closed doors is actually so intense. Whenever I get close to a Virgo, I’m a little shook tbh.

* Kinda unrelated to my normal content, but I really wonder how Dream (the youtuber) is handling the constant attacks to his physical appearance being a Leo and such. He kinda seems unfazed and keeps posting pics of him and videos, but idk. I’m curious how he’s handling it privately.

* I really do love me a fire x earth sign combo. Wether it’s friendship or relationship, I find them so energetic and chaotic lmao. Now, I’m gonna be honest I do think as a friendship, it works better. I also think each person has to have a varied chart in order to work. Someone with too much earth won’t really tolerate the intensity of the fire sign, and vice versa.

* Aries are not only trend setters, most of the time they are the ones to break generational traumas, mindset or traditions. They really, truly, do not give a fuck about what’s been done in the past or “what’s the right way to do this”. Lady Gaga, I believe, is the personification of that. On a personal level, it can definitely get annoying to deal with an Aries, but once you understand that they act that way because they’re trying to better themselves and by extension the world around them, it gets easier.

* Capricorns really fascinate me. I know the stereotypes around Caps is that they’re hardworking, focused on money, overly serious etc. I think part of it is true, but I think it depends on when you do meet them. If it’s before their Saturn return, you might actually meet a version of them that is actually struggling, quite immature, bad with money and overall disorganized. Remember, Saturn is severe and harsh. He doesn’t make it easy for its natives and I think it kind of explains why in the beginning of their lives, Caps are so all over the place. They get it together at one point though, and some become the stereotypical Capricorn.

* Also, on Capricorn, I’ve noticed they don’t really like when people mention their past selves. I mean, no one does, but with Caps it seems even more severe. It’s like they’re trying their hardest to dissociate from that past self that didn’t meet their ideals. I know a lot of Capricorn that even go by different names than their younger self. Crazy.

* Each element has their strength. Fire signs, it’s their will. Air signs, their intellect. Water signs, their emotions. Earth signs, their consistency. In the same vein, that same strength can quickly turn into their worst flaw. Fire signs can get really egotistical when trying to reach their goals. Air signs have a tendency to be condescending and mock others for their emotional reactions. Water signs can use emotional manipulation tactics to get what they want. Earth signs can get often stuck in their ways, no matter how toxic or unhealthy it may be.

* Cancer in 12th makes you despise your emotions, even when you rationally know that “it’s okay to feel that way”. Most often than not, they project that hatred/disdain towards other people and can’t tolerate really emotional people.

* We have to stop thinking that only earth signs and the sign of Leo is an indicator of fame. Sure, they can be indicator, but I do believe that we disregard the many types and layers of fame. Also, the way celebrities will interact with their fanbase and how they’re remembered is important. I truly believe every sign can be famous, but it won’t manifest the same. Is it easier for some signs? Sure. But every sign, using their strength could achieve it.

* Talking about fame. If you really want to achieve it, I think it’d be interesting to use your MC, North node, Mercury, Venus and Rising sign to achieve it. By checking in with your Moon sign needs, you could then regulate the right path for you. Some people truly don’t mind using drama to create traction even if it means hate, while some people could not tolerate it. Anyways, I’ll do a whole other post about it.

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So yea! That’s my comeback y’all. Lmao I’m sorry, life’s been rough. That last retrograde tried to take me outtttt, I swear.

Dolly.

#astro community #astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #birth chart #astrology notes #astroblr #anextremesweetheart #aquarius #cancer #capricorn #gemini #cancer and a virgo #celebrity observations #astro celeb #scorpio #tarot spreads

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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Hello! I am Caitriona anon. My ask was prompted by a comment from succulently speaking who commented in your post a few days ago “what has Sam done wrong and what exactly do you want him to do”? You responded he needed to step up his game. That’s why I asked about Caitriona because I thought it funny how much you post about Sam and what he should or shouldn’t be doing and I thought, I wonder why Caitriona doesn’t get that same treatment? I've been following you since you got here. I understand your position. My only quibble is I don’t think of them as one entity and I think Cait especially has pushed against this for years. She’s offended at the notion. As I said, of course it's your blog and you can post whatever you'd like and certainly don't owe me an explanation, but I thank you for the one you gave anyway. I’ll continue to read you because I enjoy you. I hope I didn’t offend or that I was impertinent.

Dear (returning) Caitriona Anon,

For an Anti, you sound pretty literate and polite. So, I am going to answer you and try to keep this dialogue line open. Try me: keeping dialogues open is my bread and butter, IRL. Has been so for twenty years.

Thank you for understanding my position, but I do not really need to be 'understood', like a minor Romantic poet by his posterity. I try very hard to rationalize yours and I believe it is your constitutional right to believe what you want about this saga. Conversely, it is my prerogative to believe exactly what I want about it, based on what I do consider to be relevant facts. Not social media, press circus or PR induced tacky blogger manipulation.

Having said that, it is also my constitutional right to express my opinions and try to encourage others to do so, in a no-drama, friendly environment. It would also seem that determined Mordor to marginally step up their game, for I seem to be the nightmare these people collectively manifested every single time they howled 'the shippers are stupid', on full moon nights.

Shippers are everything but stupid, pumpkin. They are witty, funny and completely immunized to bullshit. For rhetoric bullshit with honors is your question: why Caitriona doesn’t get that same treatment?

You know very well why and I am going to tell you a Romanian proverb: cine nu muncește, nu greșește. Loosely translated: no work, no mistakes. How do you want me to say anything about a statue, who doesn't show us anything else about her life anymore, spare her outfits, her make-up and some rare events, with or sans the PA? Oh, and marGINally, her erratic business projects, for ever ongoing, hinted and never ever, God forbid, materialized? SAG-AFTRA strike? News of it never seemed to have made it to Caitrionaland. Israel-Palestine conflict? Prudent silence, but hello Tilda, darling, how are you. Ukraine? Last I heard/seen, a short appeal for helping the refugees and then crickets. Women's rights? Again, a short snippet on Persia, then mum. Just what the fuck is this supposed to be? Surely not a coherent PR strategy for a gifted, intelligent and fun (yes, fun!!) 44 year old actress who wants to keep her lucky strike going on! Let me tell you: she doesn't come across as dignified. She comes across as despising, condescending and entitled. Too cool for school, too sexy for your car, peons.

She is not Queen Victoria, for crying out loud, and we are definitely not amused!

You then proceed to say 'she pushed against it for years'? Please, do not insult my intelligence! She pushed against shippers who deface the nice Narrative, when she needed sympathy and massive support for her Belfast promo, unwittingly making a major PR blunder and for ever fracturing this fandom in at least two savagely antagonistic camps. Then, a cold, totally DGAF attitude, including towards her stans: tough to be her stan, when your Goddess is more silent than a Poor Clare (pun totally intended) nun! And she denied being an item with S (which is a complete, pious lie), because that is the Narrative, ever since IFH.

So, it's safe to say: yes, public Caitriona Balfe is dismissive of the notion, but since when is social media indicative of an undeniable or even intimate truth, especially in that particular world of hers? Oh, and by the way: sorry to be pedantic, but - it's offended by the notion, not 'at the notion'. Simple curiosity: you translate your thoughts from which language, exactly? My bet would be either German: bei, or Russian: обидеться на - yes: literally 'offended at'.

My complete Romanian proverb includes a conclusion. In full, it would be: cine nu muncește, nu greșește, dar nici nu reușește. No work, no mistake, no success.

How I wish to be proven wrong, Anon, on that one: you can't even imagine! Thank you for the time you took to answer me. I am afraid we agree to disagree. Change my mind? Not in a million years.

#Anon #fandom

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Taliesin said on a 4sd once that Ashton spent the couple months FCG and them were together before the start of the campaign gently rebuffing FCG’s attempts to get to know them, because FCG was markedly more overzealous and rigid in their notions of how they were supposed to operate in relationships. Or, in short, the therapy schtick didn’t fly with Ashton. (when aimed in their direction; he’s always found it amusing to watch when aimed at other people)

Which, this is totally fine and valid. This isn’t a judgement call on Ashton or anything, I just find the talk of how FCG and Ashton’s relationship is one sided to be very in itself one sided. Considering their relationship from FCG’s perspective, I think FCG would have every reason to believe that pursuing a real emotional connection with Ashton would be kinda futile. From their perspective, he’s been rejecting their attempts at that since they met.

Ashton doesn’t really make an effort to talk to FCG about things! They don’t tend to initiate conversation beyond casual remarks in group settings. It’s apparent from the viewer’s perspective that Ashton cares about FCG, but FCG just knows that Ashton doesn’t like when they ask him about feelings and junk and doesn’t really seem all that interested in talking to FCG more than casually. It is very telling that Ashton literally thinks FCG’s behavior is dangerous to the group, but has only every brought that up directly with Laudna. It seems to me that when he interacts with FCG, he tends to focus on nudging them towards behaving in ways they approve of, like with their support of FCG’s baking hobby.

I read Ashton’s attitude towards FCG's feelings and beliefs to be very condescending (this is said entirely without judgement). It stuck out to me in last night’s reunion episode how any times Ashton asserted that they understood FCG’s feelings, and that those feelings were wrong and could be dismissed off hand. Like, with him telling Prism that FCG only distrusted her because of Mother and that she could freely ignore that instead of taking him seriously and meeting him halfway (like she did with the deal to protect FRIDA in exchange for FCG protecting Orym). FCG didn’t even distrust Prism until FRIDA said they thought she was shady, so Ashton was confidently wrong about FCG’s feelings on top of being dismissive. I think Ashton thinks they understand FCG more than they actually do, which might be why they don’t tend to put any effort into talking with FCG about the behaviors they don’t like; he thinks he understands FCG just from observation and can guide them without discussing things with him.

Not to flip it and reverse it and be like “you think FCG is the terrible friend, but actually--” FCG does struggle to connect with people. Thinking that you are an object that exists to serve people will do that to ya. FCG has said outright, in his conversation with FRIDA while walking to Jackoby’s, that he hasn’t let people know him. He has a sort of fragile sense of self, and finds it difficult and scary to define himself outside of a greater purpose, a script he can follow when things get confusing. I don’t think FCG considers themself close with anyone in the Hells, honestly. I think they like the group well enough, but I don’t really know how much they trust them or feel like they’re all truly friends. When they talk about FRIDA and the Changebringer, they talk about being seen and understood and liked in a way that makes it seem like they don’t really feel like the Hells care about, understand, or like them all that much.

So, yeah, FCG and Ashton aren’t close friends. But I think that’s both of their fault, and frankly I don’t actually think Ashton wants or expects to be close friends with FCG. I think they care about FCG but don’t really see them as an adult on equal footing with them. They want to protect and guide FCG to some extent, but that’s not quite the same thing as friendship. Not mutually exclusive, but. I don’t think Ashton’s looking for friendship from that corner in the way that he’s plainly looking for it from Laudna and Orym.

#cr spoilers #not really specific ones #fcg #ashton greymoore

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kirbyprompts · 1 year

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

from critical role's the mighty nein episodes 34-71. feel free to change prompts as you see fit!

❝do they know you?❞

❝do they check weapons at the door, or anything like that?❞

❝i want to see how strong you’ve gotten.❞

❝well, how do i look?❞

❝i like myself just the way i am.❞

❝call this your home so long as you’d like to stay.❞

❝do you still love them?❞

❝love is a funny thing.❞

❝can you recommend any bookstores here?❞

❝hey, crime boss, are you my dad?❞

❝i don’t want people to know i’m still alive.❞

❝you’re asking a lot of questions for a person i just met.❞

❝i think you could snap me like a twig.❞

❝i think, perhaps, it’s destiny. do you believe in destiny?❞

❝i don’t have any dreams at night. is that worrisome?❞

❝it is funny how you keep showing up like a bad penny.❞

❝please don’t kill me.❞

❝i didn’t expect you to come in here and slaughter my contacts.❞

❝who were you supposed to deliver this to?❞

❝you’re not afraid of dying, are you?❞

❝is life always this directionless?❞

❝sometimes the things that are the most beautiful are the things that can hurt you the worst.❞

❝out of idle curiosity why have you been trying to butter me up?❞

❝i thought i had you figured out.❞

❝we’re about to be boarded by fucking pirates.❞

❝i am trying to process this as quickly as i can.❞

❝is there food in this bitch?❞

❝do you want to control the sea?❞

❝how many dudes you think you killed?❞

❝how many fingers am i holding up?❞

❝get out of there!❞

❝these days i’ve spent with you are the most exciting of my entire life.❞

❝this was the worst day of my life.❞

❝i’m getting used to the idea that this wouldn’t be a test if it was easy.❞

❝i think the world is shaping you into something important and i want to make sure that you get to wherever you need to be.❞

❝okay, i feel like shit, so i’m going to bed.❞

❝what was your first kiss like?❞

❝don’t fire on them unless they fire on us, you understand?❞

❝sometimes you can be nice to people too.❞

❝you better be sure this is something you want to die for.❞

❝if you’re lying to me, i’ll slit your throat.❞

❝pleasure to meet you. i have the feeling you’re having a really bad day.❞

❝just keep your mouth shut for like 30 damn seconds.❞

❝this is very dangerous to give to you, but you’re the perfect person to have it.❞

❝i was born to be a cannoneer.❞

❝have you ever sacrificed anything in order to achieve a greater goal?❞

❝i was alone for a long time and ran from everything.❞

❝i feel like a fool much of the time.❞

❝i could fill a book with what i don’t know.❞

❝what if we can never go home?❞

❝this is the best plan we’ve ever had!❞

❝i’m going to summon a demon.❞

❝no, really! she was a really bad person before we killed her and everyone on the boat!❞

❝i’m not an asshole. i’m asshole adjacent.❞

❝of course it’s minimalizing. have you met me? everything i do is minimizing.❞

❝do you ever feel like your relationship with your cat is hindering building stronger relationships with human people?❞

❝i understand when i’m being condescended to! even when i’m drunk!❞

❝hey. sorry for being a dick. bye.❞

❝i go where the wind goes.❞

❝yeah, i’m not a happy guy.❞

❝that’s what we do, we seek out active doom.❞

❝to be perfectly honest, yes, there were quite a few people chasing me.❞

❝best not to call attention.❞

❝i will so gladly introduce you to my cat because i’m very fond of him and love for people to meet him.❞

❝we’re running! it’s bad!❞

❝it was nice to meet you and nearly die next to you.❞

❝i’ve always heard that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but i feel pretty fucking weak right now.❞

❝i think i oddly feel the most comfortable when things are a fraction away from going terribly wrong.❞

❝my mother was a big believer in the buddy system.❞

❝got to be careful with what risks you take, but without risks, you’re never going to get what you want.❞

❝in my loneliness i just turned to anger.❞

❝sometimes you’re running towards something so fast that you can’t remember why you’re running in the first place.❞

❝i get nervous to get close to people because i feel like i lose them.❞

❝i’m either very unlucky or cursed, and i don’t believe in luck.❞

❝don’t forget me. i won’t forget you.❞

❝if you hear the signal, run. you remember the signal? it’s ‘AHHHHHHH'❞

❝don’t turn evil, okay? but if you do, i’ll still be your friend. i mean, it’s okay. you know, some people are evil. it’s okay. just don’t turn evil to me.❞

❝sometimes it sounds like you don’t have much love for home.❞

❝we need to know the ones we love.❞

❝i guess it’s easier to pretend like you don’t care.❞

❝you would do anything for love.❞

❝i would protect you.❞

❝do we look like tourists?❞

❝that could have gone much worse.❞

❝why does it feel like everyone here is hitting on me, but also insulting me at the same time?❞

❝what? why are you looking at me like that?❞

❝i operate alone. that’s how i survived this long.❞

❝i’m a danger to you by proximity, as much as you are a danger to me.❞

❝how was i supposed to get better? you fucking left!❞

❝now, i see great possibility in you. you have potential. but you need to listen to me and think before you act.❞

❝your rash, intense behavior will be your downfall.❞

❝no one has to see what you’re doing is good, as long as it is good.❞

❝i do not do this for accolades. i do this because i serve the purpose to provide a better world for those who. cannot defend themselves.❞

❝i can’t tell your morning voice apart from your just-almost-died voice.❞

❝if you ask, the worst they can do is say no, and throw you in prison, and you’ll never see your family again.❞

❝we are exiles in every sense of the word.❞

❝you made the right call. i’m very proud of you.❞

❝what would you have done differently?❞

❝for the first time in a really long time, i feel hopeful.❞

❝now that i’m with you, i don’t know how i could be apart from you.❞

❝oh boy, i don’t understand anything that’s going on.❞

❝i trust your heart. it’s in a good place.❞

❝i think you might be wrong. i can’t say it with 100% certainty, but you might be.❞

❝i had a very bad dream.❞

❝i think i’ve done something very bad and i don’t remember.❞

❝have i done something terrible?❞

❝i am talking to you as one accomplished liar to another.❞

❝this is our family now and we are looking out for eachother.❞

❝we can remake ourselves into something better.❞

❝those things were fucking scary as fuck!❞

❝it’s a tomb with an exit. that’s the worst kind.❞

❝maybe we shouldn’t go in. let’s just go back.❞

❝i know you lost your family. we can be your new one.❞

❝i’m just doing my best.❞

❝i’ve never seen you get scared.❞

❝are you feeling scared? you should. this is terrifying.❞

❝try what you want. you won’t break me.❞

❝your life hangs by a thread. what have you to lose?❞

❝some of us get tired of macabre fairytales. so you enjoy your mouthful of lies when they choke it out of you.❞

❝we’re being sneaky! stop talking so loud!❞

❝i’m confused. do you want me to stay or not?❞

❝is this conversation appropriate to have in a hot tub?❞

❝it’s been really hard trying to figure out who’s just a traitor and who’s an actual demon.❞

❝all i can give you is my loyalty.❞

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The Ruthless Prince (Part 12) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Warnings: not much actually, it’s a pretty slow chapter, just a transition to the next “arc” as I would call it hahahaha, lots of interaction between reader and Scaramouche though

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.

Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)

Were you proud of yourself for causing a scuffle between two princes? No. Well, maybe. Just a little.

It didn’t last long though. Tartaglia was just as shocked as you were when he realized Scaramouche punched him, but he was up on his feet in the next second and grabbed Scaramouche by the collar managing to scuff his chin before the two of them were pulled apart.

And so here you were, sitting in your shared room with Scaramouche as Kuni retrieved ice for him. There’s still an annoyed look on his face, glaring at nothing in particular, his chin a little red from the contact. Still, it was nothing compared to Tartaglia’s bleeding nose. You were sure it would bruise beautifully.

“...You didn’t have to punch him, you know,” The whole thing was 100% unprincelike and the two would surely be the talk of the country for the next few weeks. In your normal world, however, guys getting into scuffles wasn’t really an unusual thing.

“...I didn’t do it for you,” Scaramouche stated rather easily. There he was again with his “this has nothing to do with you” speech. The last time he said that was…

“What I did back there had nothing to do with you, in fact you can go right ahead and kiss him in private.”

You winced a little at the irony because Tartaglia had indeed gone ahead and kissed you. Scaramouche didn’t know that, in fact, you wondered if you should say something about it, but decided that you wouldn’t say anything if not asked.

You mock glared at Scaramouche’s stubbornness. “Okay? Why’d you punch him then?” you challenged, crossing your arms above your chest.

“Because he annoys me,” he answers immediately, not even a second after your question.

You pursed your lips because you were sure he was lying. He was clearly irked, he had definitely sensed that something was wrong and that Tartaglia was the culprit. “Liar,” a smirk threatens to appear on your face.

Scaramouche half growls and half grumbles. “Drop it or I’ll punch you next,” He absolutely had no excuse ready, and so opted to get you to stop talking about the incident and move on with it instead. Still, there was a nagging at the back of his mind, he wanted to ask what exactly happened, but your stifled laughter breaks him out of thought.

“You wouldn’t,” There is an incredibly, loopy, wide grin on your face. One might think that you had too much alcohol, but in reality you were just incredibly relieved and reassured. The incident had proven something about Scaramouche.

He might threaten people but he wouldn’t actually raise a hand against anyone…Well, not unless necessary.

The picture of him socking Tartaglia on the face replays in your head. It was rather satisfying to recall.

Kuni strolls in a second later and hands the ice wrapped in a towel over to the prince. “Unusual that you would get into a scuffle, milord. Highly out of etiquette rules, though you don’t usually follow them,”

Scaramouche lets out an annoyed sigh. Not wanting to talk about it anymore and yet the topic just kept going back to it. “...I’ve always had a personal hatred towards him,” Scaramouche simply explains, to which Kuni hums in understanding. “I suppose that’s true…Though I don’t see why you would choose to attack him now… as opposed to the hundreds of other times you had the chance,”

You hid a smile behind your hand, pretending that the side of your lip itched when in reality you just couldn’t stop from enjoying Scaramouche dig a deeper hole for himself. Thankfully, Kuni is considerate of the time.

“I’ll leave the two of you to rest, milord.” Kuni bows towards Scaramouche, then towards you. “Milady, have a good evening,”

You return the sentiment before going back to watching Scaramouche ice his chin. Another curtain of silence falls over the two of you, though, strangely, it was a comfortable one this time. With him sitting back on the armchair and you relaxed on the sofa adjacent to him, it almost felt like a normal morning in a mundane living room.

“I told you, didn’t I? Not as nice as you thought he was, wasn’t he?” Scaramouche’s accusatory tone wasn’t hidden and he had directed it at you. You expected an ‘I told you so,’ from him. He was RIGHT and you were wrong, of course he was going to shove that in your face.

Scaramouche met your eyes, wanting to gauge your reaction because he had no idea what really happened. Your sudden meekness and the way you reacted to Tartaglia’s presence was enough to tell him something had transpired, but did it mean that it was something displeasing or offending? Scaramouche merely equated your uncomfortable manner to something disagreeable, whether he actually had proof of that was arguable.

You leaned back into the sofa and played with your fingers, having trouble admitting that you were terribly wrong about the guy. “...No…Not nice at all,” you whispered, replaying the events in fast forward. Just the thought of it made you want to shudder.

You figured it was also a calculated move by Tartaglia, to have led you away from the crowd. He had most likely thought about the fact that Scaramouche wasn’t around either. All of that piled up told you that the Snezhnayan prince was craftier than you thought.

“He’s planning something,” Scaramouche changes the angle of the ice on his chin. He realizes he’s actually holding a normal conversation with you and perhaps that was because there was an impending doom that he feels in his veins. Something was about to happen and he didn’t know what it was, just that his gut feeling was telling him that it wasn’t the best time to make enemies or engage in squabbles with you.

So, at the very least, he took Kuni’s advice.

“I only offer suggestions, my lord, but perhaps, when she’s well and awake again, you might consider learning a bit more about her…She may one day be your greatest ally. Your father is a great king, prince, but there were also many a times he would turn to the queen for guidance and support,”

“So if he told you something you’d better tell me what it is,” though, Scaramouche’s rough way of talking wasn’t something he could change. You’d just have to put up with that. You hesitated, looking away from him icing his chin but relayed to him of what Tartaglia said, leaving out the bits about what he had done to you, and told him only the conversation that you thought was important: Tartaglia thought that he had full entitlement to Scaramouche’s electro vision.

“As I thought, he’s still obsessed with it,” he mutters, loud enough for you to hear. He went inside his head for a moment, wondering if it really was Tartagla who shot the arrow meant for him, or at least if he was the one who plotted it. Scaramouche tried picking up pieces and throwing them together to form some sort of picture, some sort of clue as to what the Snezhnayan Prince was planning. But he couldn’t grasp at a full one, and all he could do was speculate.

“...He seems to think I’ll help him, or something,” You added after a moment of thinking, recalling that Tartaglia was largely disillusioned–almost like he was hallucinating really–about what you thought of him. Sure you did appreciate his niceness and his stories at one point and even enjoyed listening to him, but… the way he spoke as if you belonged to him, in the same way that he thought Scaramouche’s electro vision was rightfully his…it was a little unsettling.

“What do you mean?” Scaramouche asks, and you falter a little.

“Well…I…” you pause, remembering word for word what Tartaglia said, despite your embarrassment.

“...Although, I must say…there’s something else of his that’s caught my interest these days…”

“...And you’ll help me, won’t you, dear Y/N?”

Scaramouche would describe the feeling as wanting to gag in his throat. It was such a cheesy line, but he didn’t have any visible or verbal response to you sharing that information.

He was back to pondering things in his own world. You could see it in the way his eyes stared at nothing, yet flickered about from time to time. Scaramouche wondered if Tartaglia had you in some kind of bigger picture, if you were part of his plans or if he was just using you as a decoy. Did the Snezhnayan prince really take an interest in you? Or was he feigning it so that his real motive was hidden? Pretending to be interested in you so that the attention was there, and not on his real goal.

“It’s late, there’s no use thinking about it right now,” You finally broke his peace and he flicked the cold and damp towel onto the table in front of the two of you, the ice having melted already. He stood, hesitated, but opened his mouth to say “Stop getting into so much damn trouble,” as if you had any control over it.

You huffed and slightly glared up at him. “Well excuse me for saving your life,” He acted as if he didn’t hear that statement but he continued to stand there as if tossing an idea back and forth in his mind. Finally, he opens his mouth, but is slow when stating his plan.

“You have to learn how to fight,” You thought he was joking, your mouth already forming into a humorous smile, but his eyes held yours and the only thing you could see was seriousness.

“What? What for?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, head tilting sideways slightly to accentuate it. Scaramouche sighs and darts his eyes towards the curtain covered windows of the room. It seems that there was more going on in that brain of his than you anticipated, and he just wouldn’t let you know what it was.

“Just… a feeling,” your shoulders slumped, giving him a blank look, letting him know that his explanation was not enlightening at all, but he was frustrated with himself too. There was just something in him that thought things were going to go south very soon. “I told you, he’s planning something.”

“Well, the knights are here to protect me, aren’t they?” Scaramouche winced a little at your hopeful conclusion, but he offers you a fact that you haven’t thought about before.

“My mother and father are away at the moment. They’re accompanied only by our best knights… So the ones left here are…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, and instead starts a new one. “My parents are set to come back in a few weeks…but I suspect Tartaglia will have his plan in motion before then. He’s already made a bold move, trying to shoot me dead with an arrow,”

“That was him?” You immediately ask, and Scaramouche sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, I don’t know. There’s no evidence that it’s him, the arrow was analyzed and there was no links to him nor Snezhnaya, I just… and after what you told me about him, who else could it be?” He’s crossed his arms over his chest, and you look him over. For once, he didn’t look angry. Only wildly thoughtful, just as you’ve observed ever since you came back to the castle. Then you realize…maybe, maybe this is what vulnerability looks like on him.

It’s subtle, he doesn’t give off the fact that he’s worried, but it suddenly registers in your mind that he’s rambled–or at least his version of rambling–he’s talking to you. He’s confiding in what’s bothering him.

Your eyes widen a little as it dawns on you, looking up at him almost with awe in your expression. He doesn’t notice it at all. Your body relaxes and a small smile appears on your lips. “Well, like I said, it’s too late to think about it right now. Let’s talk about it again tomorrow,” You stand and excuse yourself, disappearing into the bathroom to freshen up for a good 20 or so minutes.

You take turns, and once he’s done, clad in his silk, purple sleeping attire and sitting on his side of the bed, toweling his still damp hair, you lay on your side looking at his back. Pondering on certain things that he said, you ask “...Why would your mom and dad leave the kingdom without its best knights?”

His arms slow down on drying his hair, “...Because Kuni is here and so am I,” the light shuffling sound of the towel encompasses the room until he speaks up again. “With my vision, I can fight well enough to take down armies…” The towel slips to his shoulders and he moves on to patting his face dry.

“...Then aren’t you enough to protect me?” From your view of his back, you can tell that he’s frozen up, his arm has stopped moving. Slowly, he drops the towel altogether and tethers his hand to the bed.

“Battle…War. It gets messy,” he offers a non-answer. “...My obligation is to the kingdom so if a war does happen… I have to be at the front,” that was a clearer answer to you. He had such ways to go around a question, to indirectly tell you that he can’t be guarding you 24/7. But did it mean that he wanted to? That fact was unclear. His answer was largely biased towards his kingdom, and not towards you.

Then you hear him click his tongue, he turns his head to glare at you. For a moment you think to yourself that you hadn’t seen that glare in a while. “Stop being an idiot trying to get away from combat training. I’ll get Kuni to start training you on the basics so just shut up and do it. Stop complaining,”

You don’t get offended like the other times, instead you tried not to smile, secretly biting the inside of your lip as he grumbles to himself but gets in bed. You close your eyes and say nothing more of his demands only a simple and slightly mocking “Yes, sir,” to which you hear a slight growl at.

You must have been more tired than you thought. Closing your eyes was enough to lull you into a comfortable sleep.

You and him don’t realize it, but it’s possibly the very first time the two of you have fallen asleep facing each other.

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If you don’t mind me asking, what aspects or house overlays would cause a big ass miscommunication? Like I knew a guy who at some point just stopped talking to me. We worked together so it was awkward. We went from basically talking to each a lot every shift we had together to nothing. Bare minimum chatter. Turns out we just thought each other was mad at each other or something like “oh I guess they aren’t talking to me anymore guess I’ll just deal with these intense emotions by myself while talking to someone else to fill the time…tho it doesn’t feel the same.” At least on my end. Sorry for the long ass example bruh 🫠

This kind of sounds like a situation where people have trouble harmonically expressing their moon and their mercury, but we’ll see…

Aspects and house overlays that cause miscommunication, from the top of my head:

Mercury conjunct south node synastry:

Every conjunction with a node is felt on a spiritual level. This one came to mind because of a relationship I once had. These people feel ~happy~ talking to each other. The mercury person, on a soul level, desires to sort of do a service of intellectual rapporting to the south node person, being their team mate in life. The south node person feels like no one understands them as well as the mercury person does. How it can also play out, though, is the south node person (always a risk with the south node) not binding themselves enough to the planet person, due to their personal growth from the south node towards the north node purpose. When this happens, mercury in this case will feel drained since their efforts are trying to fuel something the node person is already living beyond so to speak. They feel like the north node is unreceptive and condescending to their ideaa, so the node person drifting away from their south node becomes in regards to communication ‘unavaillable’ to mercury. This makes the mercury person feel rejected, often rejected ‘in advance’ which in concern to stuff that makes the node person actually need-need the mercury’s input, like for example the relationship, will make the mercury person go ‘you know what, I’ll just let her figure out herself’ because the node is too much on her own path. In my case, it created a sense of “oh, this is such a one sided affair from my side. I’m trying to nurture this soullevel important part of her by doing this, and she’s just going her own way and not binding to it, and therefore me” because To the mercury person it looks like she’s just mentally not there and drifting away from the intellectual/communicative connection.

So that became a paragraph lol. But I felt like I should share it

Moon in hard aspect to mercury:

Partains more to feelings of the one not being understood by the logic the other and vice versa.

saturn in composite:

Saturn is known in some astrological circles as the thing that creates ‘lack’, but it’s not because saturn is some minus force. How I see saturn is basically this: saturn is the very strong and mighty and imposing planet that is also very cautionary and stoic and restricted. Where it falls, it forms a ‘challenge’ and the challenge is always this: make sure that where saturn falls, you make a reliable enough base with just enough trust and understanding, that even a planet like saturn Could let go of the reins and unleash their heaviness on that part. Once saturn is set, like a big fk stone, you can’t move it anymore. It’s binding. I think that’s why people are so careful with it, because saturn can also bind us to everything that’s uncomfortable or bad. People don’t like to do that usually. Saturn in 7th: people can’t really do an unrestricted and uninhibited partnership without first really really establishing that the base is sturdy (not superficial) and something good. Saturn in the 8th house: people cannot do uninhibited and unrestricted sex/soul baring without first really really establishing that the base is sturdy (not superficial) and something good. Coming close to doing those house issues without working through saturn (and kind of embracing it as one of your together-planets) the partners are afraid of doing something bad, or too much of what the other partner will think of them. They’ll always feel inhibited sort of. Restricted, like they have to have their reins there because otherwise, saturn tells them, they are being very irresponsible and uncareful ! Almost sounds a little self-sabotaging, right? Now imagine saturn in the composite chart in hard aspect to mercury, or in the house where mercury is, or in the third house.

Mercury and uranus, composite and synastry:

What the other person interprets the ‘zeitgeist’ of life to be, but also their sense of creativity in their way of life, doesn’t mesh well with the logic of the other person.

Saturn in synastry:

When concerning moon and mercury, it can make the personal planet person think saturn doesn’t want to hear their thoughts and will judge them. The saturn person though is the person who wants to talk/communicate, but feel restricted and inhibited by her own force. They’re both too careful. Mercury in hard aspect to saturn causes more frustration than awkwardness like with saturn in aspect to moon, though.

Natal charts:

I think both of you may have some lunar/saturnian aspects in the chart… a combination of easily triggered and immediately shutting down. Chiron may also have something to do with it !

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I like the sound and vibe of On the Street, and I respect and can appreciate J Cole’s writing, but I’m confused about why that was the message chosen for this collab. Army is bombarding comment sections by repeating that it’s a ‘see you later’ song because Hobi is enlisting, but other than the chorus, what about these lyrics conveys that message? Their verses feel like they belong to separate songs to me. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, facetious, condescending, or sarcastic here, I really am confused and would like to understand, and I would appreciate any insights you might be willing to share.

I did see one comment on YouTube that said: “I heard someone say they wanted a second verse from J Hope but then they realized he did give us a second verse… in his first language, dance. And he did it beautifully” and I think this is my favorite take so far. Thank you for your time (sorry if this ask is dumb).

Ask 2: Can you pls review On The Street BPP?

Ask 3: Oh Hobi T T... OH JUNG HOSEOK T T... Oh this song T T...,,, Ugh my heart! Our sunshine, thank you for this wonderful music, experience, and feelings. You got me to the finals. I hope you can watch after me today, too. lol I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK. I hope you are happy. I hope your toughest struggle is something you can overcome. I hope your sweetest memories have people who truly love you to share with if you so wish. Hope the world to you J-HOPE!!!!

Ask 4: I don't want to be rude but "as the moon jumps over the cow"??? Wut?? Isn't J Cole supposed to be some good lyricist? I saw khh and kpop fans questioning this collab and this lyric in particular and I think they're right. BTS should stop giving khh a bad name because now people will hate kpop.

Ask 5: Hi BPP, a lot of people are offended over J.Cole’s verse on atheists being stupid for not believing in a higher people, which further proves to me that they take everything a person says to be something to be Personally offended over, not an honest expression of ones thoughts. And why I think a reason why so many arent listening to true hiphop, true rap, the same ones that the rap line no doubt listened to… It just symbolises to me that these same people are so used to the sanitized version of music that a lot of kpop produces too because jcole’s verse wasnt even that bad honestly… i don’t know, it just came across to me as the same reaction religious people will have when you tell them god doesn’t exist, and a lot of people wont take issue with that too. I know I don’t as someone who belives in a god same way I don’t care that jcole thinks atheists are stupid lool I don’t know im just seeing the hypocrisy and them being unable to let art be art, let music be music.

Ask 6: heyya bbp~!

first of all, congrats to our hobi for another great track!!! haven’t been able to stop looping it bcuz it’s that good!! not only is army loving it, i’ve also seen jcole fans saying good things too and some really checked out hobi’s discography and were impressed,,which is what i’d call a successful collab! out of curiosity i checked the khiphop reddit to read what theyre reactions are but no surprise they only praised jcole and wanted other khiphop artists to have done it instead of hobi hah! i’m surprised that they’re still as snooty towards k-idols turned rappers,,but at the same time snooty ppl be snooty lol. but i’m curious if korean khiphop fans are still turning away the rapline’s work? esp hobi since he’s really made an effort to flex his skills in jitb,,i only ever seen ifans’ opinions and they’re hardly the representative when it comes to khiphop hah!

ofc whatever they’re opinions are it doesn’t impact hobi and suga and rm’s work in the long run,,especially since they’ve earned enough respect from their idols to be able to work with them,,i’m just curious! thankss bpp!

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These six asks more or less cover the range of questions I've been getting, so I've collated selected asks here to answer all at once. :)

Hi Anon(s),

I'll try to keep this short.

Overall and Abridged Review: On The Street for me is a solid 10/10.

The Lyrics (as I understand them)

Anon in Ask 1, first I’d like to refer you to Hobi’s interview in Variety where he talks about the song (linked here) and I’ve posted an excerpt screenshot below.

Personally, rather than On The Street having a “see you later” message (probably inferred from Hobi waving goodbye to a kid in the opening scene), I see it more as a song marking a pivotal moment in both Hobi and Cole’s careers, as Hobi reflects on the paths he has walked to this point even as he continues on this street called life, and J. Cole wonders out loud if it’s time for a change, to grow beyond his identity as a rapper. It only feels like a “see you later” song in the sense that it will be a companion song, for me personally, while Hobi serves and until he returns from enlistment. I agree with the interpretation in the YouTube comment that Hobi is also storytelling/writing his second verse through dance while J. Cole is rapping, and that this is a beautiful way to see it too - but I’ll expound more on this below in Dance and the Message.

Anon in Ask 4, J. Cole is a brilliant lyricist and it’s funny you mentioned that line in particular because when I first heard it I nearly burst out laughing at how witty and brilliant it is. That line is an example of a classic Jermaine pun. I’ll explain: A lot of people grew up learning nursery rhymes, and one of the more popular ones I recall is Hey Diddle Diddle, which has the rhyme “the cow jumped over the moon”. This nursery rhyme is also the source of the English expression to be “over the moon” I.e. excited, elated, happy. J. Cole took that children’s rhyme and flipped it on it’s head to then mean the passage of time, “as the moon jumps over the cow”. He uses it to express time passing merrily for him as he contemplates his next career move. It’s also an absolutely brilliant way to rhyme with the previous bar that ends in “Golden Corral” (which is easily one of the sickest burns in his verse).

Anon in Ask 5, I agree with you almost fully. Outrage is the name of the game and has been the zeitgeist for at least 5 years now. Like what are you doing on the internet in 2023 if you’re not here annoyed, mocking something, being critical, and raging about something else? Even if that something is another autonomous human being expressing their opinion on God on their own song… Personally, when I come across HCP personalities online, I ignore them. If they interact with me I tell them they’ll somehow find a way to manage and cope, and we’ll all be alright in the end. In the case of this song, ignore them. They'll deal.

Dance and the Message (as I understand it)

Hobi's verse in this song is only 8 bars. J-hope practically gifts this song to J. Cole who spits 32 solid bars on this track. We all know J. Cole - a veteran in the rap game who has earned respect from everyone from Hov, Ye, Kendrick, down to avantgarde heavyweights like Jay Electronica - is one of Hobi's idols and so it's heartwarming to see the way Hobi expresses his respect for J. Cole, dancing underground while J. Cole raps on top of a building with nothing but the sky above him.

J-Hope dances the entirety of J. Cole's verse, just feeling himself, losing himself to the music while his idol spits fire. It's so fucking decadent. At the end of J. Cole's verse, Hobi walks out of the subway and climbs to the top to meet J. Cole as equals.

Hobi begins the song in an NYC alley that opens up into a main street where Hobi performs the song's main choreography on. This is the same location in J. Cole's Simba - the song that starts the Simba trilogy in J. Cole's discography, which was the first main track on J. Cole's debut mixtape The Come Up that established him as a force to be reckoned with on the American rap scene at only 22 years old. The setting alone is a callback and homage to J. Cole's beginnings, on which Hobi raps about his own path, wanting to repay those who have helped formed him into what he is, and the hope he has going forward.

Hobi has done something like this before, calling his first mixtape Hope World reminiscent of J. Cole's debut studio album called Cole World.

The Media and the Message (as I understand it)

One thing I absolutely adore about BTS's songs and music videos, is that they infuse them with the sort of depth that only comes from intimately knowing and respecting the subject matter, and they do so in such a subtle way that it's obvious they expect whoever is watching to actually know both the artist and the subject. They don't spoon-feed anything to the viewer, just present the art as is and if you've done your homework, that means you're their target audience and you're right in the middle of it with them. In the Variety interview I linked above, J-hope references his documentary (Anon who sent me the ask to review it, I've only seen clips and I'm yet to watch the full thing. When I do, I'll write about it 💜), where it shows Hobi meeting J. Cole and how he struggles but ultimately communicates his adoration and respect to Jermaine, and how Jermaine graciously receives it.

Take for instance how Hobi approached Chicken Noodle Soup originally by Bianca a.k.a. Young B who at the time she made that song and its iconic choreo, was only 16 years old. The song went viral but most of the royalties went to her uncle and she received almost nothing, she never got signed to a label, and was so badly burned by the industry that she only attempted making music again nearly 10 years after Chicken Noodle Soup. Hobi credits that song as one of the catalysts that sparked his love for hip hop and street dance. He reached out to Bianca and paid full rights (not just for a sample), to her (not her uncle), to use the song, and the music video is peppered with references to Harlem, NYC, where the song and dance originated. Showing that level of courtesy to smaller Black artists is rare in the US and virtually unheard of in Korea where the Korean hiphop (KHH) community is more notorious for wearing Black drag and appropriating a history of violence and a wealth of culture that they know absolutely nothing about, except that it looks cool.

When k-pop stans wax lyrical about how BTS is racist or does a Blaccent (this personally makes me chuckle because the people you often see saying this are white people who couldn't tell you the difference between an affected accent by a non-native speaker and a Blaccent if each slapped them on either side of their face), or that BTS doesn't have the respect of the Korean (or American) hip hop scene, et cetera, I chuckle and move on. Because as I've said, none of these people actually know what they're talking about.

The OGs of the KHH scene recognized the talent of BTS's rapline since debut, and have only expressed more respect for BTS as the years have gone by. I'm talking Tablo, the rest of Epik High, Tiger JK, etc. The Jay Parks of the world took some time to catch up, and if 'studio picture-gate' is any indication, they too have quickly come around to recognizing where they fit in the landscape relative to BTS. Rappers are generally egotistical people. They usually spend their time rapping about how they're the shit. What earns you respect is if you can actually back that shit up. And once you have that respect, you don't feel threatened by another rapper because you know anyone who gets to the top has had to earn it. It's what informs the mindset of "real recognize real". Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok passed that hurdle, in my opinion, way back in 2016 with the release of Cypher Pt 4. Everything they've done since then is just jarra. And those at the very top, the Black rappers who imbibe the culture and history of rap music, have long recognized the rapline of BTS for what they are.

Personally, I love the song. The music, the whistling, the chord progression, the jazz and acoustic guitar instrumentation. Everything about it is perfect.

On The Street is an excellent example of what sets BTS apart from other idols and artists in Korea for me. This is a song conceived 100% in the mind of Jung Hoseok, and the seamlessness in execution, the maturity inherent in the respect paid to those whose music and culture they use as a medium, is present at every single point in the song. It's tastefully done, and 100% driven by the artist, and all I can do in the face of art like this, is respect it.

#“I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK” is an unfortunate typo Anon in Ask 3 :)#But you're right Hobi has junk... in the front and in the trunk #At least going by that Bon Voyage ep lol #I hope you did well on your finals! 💜#jhope #on the street #j cole #bts #bts rapline #music asks #khh #jung hoseok #hoseok

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