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mcdynamite · 1 year

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Nancy Wheeler has always been observant. It's something she prides herself on, if she's honest. It's what she knows will make her an excellent investigative reporter one day. It helps her make connections that other people might miss and remember the smallest of details that could make or break a story.

Perhaps most importantly, it's what makes her good at reading people – their micro-expressions, their body language, what makes them tick. She's good at it with anyone, but especially when it comes to the people she knows best.

So it's only logical that she's the first to notice when Steve starts to fall for Eddie Munson.

The signs are subtle, at first, but they're there, and Nancy can see them from a mile away. She's got the added bonus of having been the object of Steve's affections, once upon a time, so she knows what to look for. She knows that with Steve, it always starts with the lingering glances. He's never been able to keep his eyes off the people he wants, and it's this that first clues her in on the whole thing.

She's at Penny's Diner with Steve, Robin, and Eddie, and their waitress is laying it on thick, flirting relentlessly with Steve, batting her eyelashes dramatically and swaying her hips more than is objectively necessary whenever she walks away. And sure, Steve hasn't gone for any of the girls that act this way around him in a long time, but he always, always looks. Hell, even Nancy looks, sometimes, when a girl is objectively pretty. She's big enough to admit (to herself, at least) that boys aren't the only dating pool she's interested in, now that she and Jonathan are done.

But that day at Penny's, Steve doesn't give the poor waitress so much as a second glance, because that day, Steve can't seem to stop looking at Eddie.

At first, Nancy is sure she's imagining it – the way Steve's eyes linger on the dungeon master like he can't bring himself to look away – but it gets harder and harder to deny the longer they sit there sipping their milkshakes. Eddie is debating something silly with Robin, and Steve is just... watching him.

Steve's got this fond little smile on his face, and it's a look Nancy recognizes immediately. It used to be directed at her. And honestly? She's a bit relieved it's not, anymore, because she loves Steve, but not like that. Not the way she was worried Steve still loved her... the way she wonders if Steve might be falling for Eddie.

She sort of keeps an eye out for things, after that day – the little things that give Steve away when he's crushing hard on somebody. The lingering glances. The soft smiles. The brief touches. The flimsy excuses for stepping into Eddie's space, like the day Steve sees Eddie struggling with the lighter, and instead of just lending Eddie his own, he steps forward until their shoes are practically touching and holds up the flame for him.

She sees it all and wonders how in the world nobody else has caught on yet. Even Robin, Steve's best friend in the entire world, seems puzzled by the sudden lack of dates on Steve's calendar. Sometimes Nancy wants to grab her by the shoulders and tell her to just think a little harder.

(Nancy wants to grab Robin by the shoulders for other reasons, too – reasons that involve pulling Robin closer and kissing the living daylights out of her – but that's neither here nor there.)

But no matter how long Steve's pining lasts, no matter how obvious he's getting, nobody else seems to notice. It's mildly infuriating, but Nancy isn't about to talk to anyone else about it. It's dangerous being queer in this part of Indiana, and even though she knows that their little monster-fighting family won't care, it's still not her secret to tell.

It all comes to a head at a bonfire one night, midway through the summer, when the kids are once again grilling Steve on his sudden lack of a dating life. And it's Max who first cottons on to the most plausible explanation.

"Oh my God, wait, you like someone!" Max gasps midway through Dustin's interrogation.

There's a brief silence, and then the kids are all shouting.

"Oh, shit, Max, you're right. He totally does!" Dustin cries.

Steve tries to protest, but it's useless, because ever since Steve shed his royal persona two years ago, he's been a truly terrible liar. He looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and vaguely panicky, but Dustin Henderson has never been very good at letting things go.

"You have to tell us who it is!" Dustin presses. "We're your friends, Steve. Friends tell each other things. Unless..." Dustin gasps dramatically. "Unless she's someone we know..."

That shuts everyone up all at once, even Robin and Eddie, who have been having their own little conversation off to the side. Everyone stares at Steve, and then half of their eyes go to Nancy herself, and the other half land on Robin. It might make Nancy laugh, if Steve didn't look so close to throwing up.

"Right, well this is stupid," Steve says, smacking his hands on his knees and pushing up out of the chair. "I'm going to get another drink, and when I get back, we're dropping this."

He turns and hurries into the house, and Nancy glances around their little circle. Robin looks confused, but mostly worried. Eddie looks vaguely sick. And most of the kids just look shocked. They all start to murmur amongst themselves after the door slides shut behind Steve's retreating form. Nancy sees the way his whole body seems to sag, watching through the glass, and decides she's had enough.

She gets up, ignoring the way the murmuring gets louder as she walks, and follows him.

She finds Steve bent over the kitchen counter, palms pressed into the granite and head bent towards his chest. He looks like he's on the verge of panicking, and her heart aches for him. He's been through so much – some of which Nancy knows is her fault – and God, she just wants him to be happy for once.

"Steve?" she says softly.

Steve flinches at the sound of her voice, like he was so lost in thought he didn't even realize she'd followed him.

"There's something I wanted to-"

"Before you say anything, it's not you," he interupts flatly before she can finish. He pushes off the counter to look at her with sad, earnest eyes. "I know things were, like, weird when we were in the Upside Down, and we never really talked about it, but... I don't feel that way about you anymore. So you don't have to worry."

Nancy just blinks at him.

"That... that's what you wanted to talk about, right?" he asks.

"No, actually," Nancy says carefully. "I sort of knew you didn't feel like that about me, and I don't feel that way about you, so that's a non-issue, but..."

Steve looks relieved for a second, then tenses up again. "But...?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"I, um... I think I might have an idea who it is – if Max is right, that is, and you really do like someone," she says.

Steve sighs. "It's not Robin, if that's what you're thinking."

"No," Nancy says softly, shaking her head. "No, it's not."

Steve frowns and averts his eyes, arms crossing protectively over his chest. He doesn't say anything.

Nancy considers her options. She wonders how she should play this, how to go about bringing this up. In the end, she just goes with her gut.

"Did you know I like girls?" she asks. It's the first time she's said it aloud to anyone, but it feels good. It feels like the right time. Besides, she wants to do this for Steve – to make him feel more comfortable. It's the least she can do.

Steve's eyes snap up to look at her again.

"I still like boys, too, but yeah... I like both, so..." She takes a deep breath. "If there was anything you wanted to tell someone about how you feel about... someone else... I'm not going to judge you."

Steve bites his lip. He looks painfully conflicted, and a little bit like he might cry. "I, uh..." he stammers. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath… clears his throat. "Okay first of all, thank you for trusting me with that, and you know I support you. I just want you to be happy, Nance."

Nancy nods, because she knows. She's always known. "That's what I want for you, too," she says. She takes a step forward and takes one of his hands in hers, because Steve's eyes are getting watery, and she hates seeing people cry. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want-"

"I think I like Eddie," Steve says suddenly, voice whisper-soft. He looks terrified when he meets Nancy's eyes again. "I, um... yeah. I like Eddie."

Nancy offers him what she hopes is an encouraging smile and nods. "Yeah, I kinda figured."

"Shit, am I that obvious?" Steve says weakly, and Nancy can't help but laugh softly.

"God, no," she says. "Well, to me, you are, but to everyone else? God, they're clueless. I promise you that nobody else has any clue, and it's been driving me crazy."

To her relief, Steve huffs out a soft laugh, as well. "Yeah, well, you've always been sort of freakishly observant, haven't you?"

It's true. She's always been like this, and that's precisely why she feels confident enough to make her next statement.

"You should tell him, Steve," she says.

Because Steve isn't the only person she's been watching for the past few months.

She's been watching Eddie, too, so she's seen Eddie's dopey, smitten smile whenever Steve makes a terrible joke. She's watched Eddie pull his hair in front of his mouth bashfully after Steve teases him. She's seen the blush on Eddie's cheeks whenever Steve steps into his personal space.

Steve Harrington isn't the only one who's been busy falling in love.

As usual, nobody else has noticed.

"No, absolutely not," Steve says, pulling his hand away and running both hands through his hair instead. "Are you crazy, Nance? He'll hate me!"

Nancy is pretty sure she deserves an Oscar for keeping her expression neutral, because the urge to roll her eyes is physically painful to resist.

"Steve," she says calmly. "I love you, and I love Eddie, but the two of you are idiots if you can't see how hard you've been pining over each other, and I am not above physically knocking your heads together to get you to realize that."

Steve's eyebrows disappear behind his hairline, and Nancy almost laughs. "Jesus, when did you get so threatening, Wheeler?" he grumbles, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. It's quickly swept away by fear, though, and Nancy's heart breaks a little when Steve looks at her with those puppy-dog eyes of his and asks, "What if you're wrong?"

She's only just opened her mouth to reply when the sliding door opens again, and someone else joins them in the kitchen.

Eddie's eyes dart back and forth between Nancy and Steve assessingly, and Nancy has to bite back a laugh because oh. Eddie was jealous.

"Sorry to interrupt," Eddie says, one eyebrow raised. "Just wanted to make sure everything was okay." He focuses his gaze on Steve, eyes softening. It's disgustingly adorable, how earnestly concerned he looks. "You doin' alright, Stevie? Kinda left in a hurry back there."

Steve glances at Nancy, face becoming redder by the second. Nancy smiles.

"Well I'm going to let you talk," she says casually. Steve's eyes nearly bug out of his head, but she puts both hands on his shoulders and looks him straight in the eyes before he can protest. "But to answer your question from before... I'm not wrong," she murmurs softly, so only Steve can hear.

She pats him gently on the cheek and turns on her heel before Steve can respond, catching Eddie's eye on the way out. He looks perplexed, and she just smiles.

The kids hardly notice when she rejoins the circle around the fire. They've already moved on to topics that don't involve their babysitter's love life, but Robin still looks worried. It's cute. God, Robin is so cute, Nancy can hardly stand it.

"Is he okay?" Robin asks quietly. "He looked pretty upset when he left, and then you guys were gone for a while, and Eddie thought maybe you were getting back together, but I told him that was ridiculous, and now neither of them are back yet, and-"

"They're fine, I promise," Nancy says with a grin, interrupting Robin’s rambling. "They just... needed a little nudge."

Nancy gets to see the moment it clicks for Robin, and it's only a little bit hilarious. "Wait..." Robin says, mouth dropping open. "Steve...?"

Nancy nods, smile widening.

"And Eddie?"

"Yep," Nancy says. Robin looks on the verge of a massive freakout (a positive one, obviously, but a freakout nonetheless), and Nancy doesn't want her to unwittingly out both of the boys to the kids, so she changes the topic. She figures if she's making Steve deal with his feelings, she might as well do the same. You know, solidarity, and all that.

"By the way," Nancy says coolly, quietly, "did you know I'm bisexual?"

She has to cover Robin's mouth with her hand to stop her shriek of surprise, but it's worth it, because Robin instantly turns into a blushing, stuttering mess, and it's so stupidly endearing. Nancy wants to kiss her until neither of them can remember their own names.

It's even more endearing when Nancy tells her, "Yeah, so I'd really like to talk later, after the kids go to bed, if that's okay?" And Robin looks like she might faint when she blushes and whimpers out a yes.

Nancy just grins and threads their fingers together, hands tucked out of sight from the kids.

They're still sitting like that when Steve and Eddie finally come out of the house after a very long time, both boys looking flushed and a bit disheveled, but happy.

"Thought you were getting another drink?" Erica snarks at Steve when they sit down, and Nancy snorts, because Steve definitely returned empty-handed.

Steve's eyes widen and he looks at Eddie sheepishly. "I, uh... got a little distracted."

Only Max seems to recognize the implications, because her jaw drops, but Robin nudges her with her foot before she can say anything, and Max instantly shuts her mouth. She's still got a knowing look on her face, but Nancy knows she won't go outing anyone to the others. She's a good kid.

"God, you have the attention span of a puppy, Steve, I swear," Dustin grumbles, and the conversation quickly moves on.

Nancy is mostly quiet for the rest of the night, silently observing all of her friends and reveling in the feeling of Robin's hand in hers. She watches as Max tentatively rests her head on Lucas's shoulder. Watches Lucas's eyes widen and sees the internal freakout happening in his mind. She sees the way Eddie and Steve sit closer than before, practically on top of each other, faces flushed with happiness while they all make s'mores. She watches her brother look hopelessly confused sitting between Will and El, because he hasn't yet realized that while he is in love with one of them, it's not the one he thinks it is.

And at the end of the night, after the kids are all settled in the massive living room and she and Robin head for the guest room, Nancy catches Steve's eye. He and Eddie are holding hands now that they're out of sight of the kids, and Eddie can't stop staring at Steve like he's some sort of miracle. But just this once, Steve tears his eyes away from Eddie to meet Nancy's.

He smiles, mouths thank you, and gives an approving nod when his eyes land on her hand, which is still wrapped around Robin's.

Nancy just smiles and nods, and watches as Eddie impatiently tugs Steve into the bedroom and shuts the door. As Robin does the same to her, pulling her eagerly into the guest room, she has a wild thought.

If the investigative journalism thing doesn't work out, there's always the option of matchmaker.

She's apparently pretty damn good at it, after all.

And she's always been observant.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #pov outsider #pov nancy wheeler #nancy is a good friend/wingwoman #background ronance #ronance #getting together #stranger things #mcdynamite writes

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surlifen · 11 months

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guide to surlis sonas

aka an excuse to Poast Images and drone on because I love to do that!

current main sona I think and closest to a truesona: this otter guy who remains unnamed because all the names that are my name have already been used at this point LMAO

art by nepeteaa and by me! I'd honestly draw him more often if he weren't hard to draw? surli was easy because. Fox. (and Generic Thin whereas my body type is, while still pretty thin, specific in a way that's hard for me to draw) and honestly I enjoy drawing him more oTL.... otters are super hard to stylize cutely + in a way that looks Like Me... surli does not look Like Me teebeehaiche

surli fennec surlifen main sona of the past and still like... kind of me it's complicated

imbages by jilf and vhsdruid

i kinda ended up disconnecting from his Design as a Whole and the alt palette didn't really fix it but nonetheless he's never leaving my possession. it's weird cause my brain can really only connect fully to one character per Thing/Setting as a Sona who is Me so ever since splitting off into otter I don't feel FULLY connected to either the way I once did to surli :( but I am experimenting with having multiple sonas and maybe ill try that thing people do where they also do sonas for different Aspects of themselves so I don't just have an army of Normal Nice Blonds

pokesona: liam

art by me, cicadaghost, me

not much 2 say he is me pokemonned! he's much Smaller Cuter than I am and I really enjoy his simple design + imagining him in the pokemon world :3 like what berries he'd like best and what specific cities/landmarks he hangs out at... hiking in ilex forest and visiting the national park yk

lee: bunny....sona....?

art by me, purrker

he was a bit of an experiment in "CAN I have more than one fursona?" and also "CAN I make a sona who isn't Exactly Like Me?" i've always seen people whose sonas have Supernatural Elements and been like how can you do that. I respect it so much but if EYE am a normal human person how can I connect to something with strange abilities and qualities. and I still couldn't go so far as like... my friend whose sona is an honest to god several stories tall kaiju with a backstory and shit, but lee has supernatural luck and a connection to/control of storms/lightning because that's sick and awesome and cool. and also glows and has cool antlers when he wants. he's not as me as the others but he's there and he's not... NOT me?

fucking... willie dustice, silver city "self-insert" joke guy

unfortunately I DO love his stupid ass. you know how sometimes in a comic or animated show there'll be some obscure reference to one of the creators or someone on the team like as a gag that goes over most people's heads well he's supposed to be that. his appearance is me at my worst (needs haircut + shave) and he has the OP superpower of putting people in pocket dimensions of altered reality he controls entirely but he ONLY uses it to make stupid filler bottle episodes like They All Have To Play Softball or Beach Episode or whatever. represents my oft-abused ability as a creator to Put Those Guys in a Situation. he's not so much a sona (cause if I made a silver city sona it would be genuine not this greasy freak) but he sure is Representative of Me.

horse: horse

i was challenged to make a horsesona. I don't plan to do anything with him but kept him around because I liked his design. someday I might make a more natural horse sona for in case I ever joined some kind of equine rp setting or some shit equivalent but for now my sparklehorse

spinxynsona: coast

art by capricorne, me, me

coasty woasty... made for the nephfei world for the spinxyn closed species. first closed species sona ive ever had and i think hes neat! nephfei is such a well designed world that is really conducive to stories and characters influencing each other's arcs but coast is just some guy he's just there. he just lives there and minds his own business. (he has no gifts or curses so nothing really requiring a Story) but maybe i should get him some Friends at least maybe i can have a sona who has Story OC Friends from other people and still be like yes thats me if i was friends with everybody's ocs

dnd character who was based on me: august

art by me, thembodino

it was suggested since I have a very hard time being In Character (i get so self conscious) that I start with a character similar to myself! so august is incredibly Just Me FR. if i were to go on an adventure i would be bad at it and terrified. his campaign is suspended due to Life but i accidentally, due to knowing nothing, picked a pretty OP blend of stats that has made him bizarrely competent (not like. the best in the party or anything but he really can hold his own and once like critted twice and turned invisible and flew and killed a dragon) and honestly that's hilarious and I like it for him

that's it! the rest of my characters are just characters not sonas though I still love them dearly, some of them even more than some of my sonas i won't name names though ty if you made it this far. i love to Talk

#surli #liam #coast #lee #willie dustice #august

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autisticempathydaemon · 5 months

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Busybee my dear, hello from a fellow queer trans asain! i would love a matchup if its not too much trouble for you :3c

What song are you currently fixated on?

Oh my god, my friends and I have recently started making monthly playlists and it’s one of my favourite things to do; just curate a playlist over the course of a month!! currently its a load of fnaf living tombstone music BUT I’ve also been obsessed with The Distance by Cake? As a drummer, i absolutely adore the bass of this song!! Or Super Bon Bon by Soul Coughing has also some absolutely amazing drums!! Apart from that, I’m generally in love with everything Crane Wives BUT particularly for this month, the song Back to the Ground is so delicious!!I would put my fave lyrics but then i might have to transcribe the whole song lol. Just- the entire vibe and meaning of the song is so good (like most every crane wives song ill be honest)

Enneagram type?

Oof oh i havent done thay quiz in a hot minute but last i checked i was a 9w1 which definitely speaks to my lazy ass lol. I’m also an INFP?? I’m also a huge DND nerd so I have taken the alignment quiz and im chaotic good id that helps in any way HAHAH!!!

favourite Redacted audio?

100% the whole of avior and starlights playlist. absolutely devastating. i had to pause the playlist several times and lie down for a minute because i was so absolutely insane abt them. i love them so deeply. I’m definitely more drawn to the more plot heavy characters and arcs as compared to like ashers or davids which is more like cute couple moments (not that they dont have plot but its like. ashers playlist vs marcus’s ykyk) but that being said my favourite video of all time is probably elliots HBS video!! He is my favourite boy i will not lie i am so utterly obsessed with him and i would absolutely write pages upon pages abt why i love him and why his character is so my favourite for the ever.

fave platonic boy?

ASHER !! OR GUY!! I love silly dudes and they are peak silly boys. honestly i could see myself being best buds with Guy because we’re both so dirty minded and very clingy silly?? but there are also aspects where i would balance him out, like while i do love being chaotic i also understand the importance of just stfu and being silent every once in a while so i thunk there wld be times where there ARE shenanigans but also times where hes rambling my ears off and i can just sit. and listen. And I do love the hc that Guy plays DND and now i can absolutely imagine us playing dnd together OR binging dnd playthroughs. AND for asher, I feel like i wouldve had a crush on him because hes so like silly but also hes such an absolute sweetheart darling and hes so endearing that u just cant help but love him yk? but it wld be one of those friendship crushes that just means we end up being super close.

what gets the big boy a-snoozin?

anythin thay involved peoples voices. like straight up listenin to people talk absolutely sends me straight to dream land asap!! its kinda specific though like, if its a podcast? I can’t listen to those. the voice quality just sounds different from like a video of someone talking?? to me at least. And i can only fall asleep to videos of people talking (which is lowkey how. i got into boyfriend audios in the first place. amen insomnia). so now i have a sleepin playlist that consists of boyfriend (and girlfriend) audios, video essays about SCP’s and internet drama (shoutout to the right opinion) and also dnd playthroughs!

do u like long form video essays??

I LOVE VIDEO ESSAYS ABOUT SCP’S. i put them on when i cook!! I love ones that just talk abt the SCPs cause some are truly mind boggling and world shattering! I also listen to video essays abt youtuber drama because im not better then that and also a lot of them have quite impressive video editing!

Imaginary friends?

I think as someone who started watching horror movies at a very young age and is also super obsessed with horror movies/books now, i fully believe that if you had a imaginary friend as a child, you’re absolutely cursed and haunted and u need to be exorcised asap. (/j) no my parents were always super realistic with me and told me point blank that santa wasnt real, imaginary friends were only for mentally ill kids, and the only real big guy is the big boy in the sky. so. no imaginary friends BUT i did and still have a teddy bear (very creatively named bear bear) and i used to cry when i lost him.

i think thats it! i hope. thats enoigh haha. oh, some extra stuff abt me! I love cookin food, it’s very fun if not incredibly tiring, plus im perpetually broke, so tryin to cook up my favourite restaurant meals is also fun! I love drinks too (firm believer that every meal NEEDS to have a drink to accompany it) i’m a particularly huge fan of bubble tea (before it was cool ok) i did try to make my own bubble tea but it got really time consuming and not worth it. i love collecting plushies, i have about 10 in my room and yes they absolutely trigger my sinus but its so worth it. i love gamin and one of my first big boy buys was a gamin PC that i used to play Stray, Sims, Minecraft and most recently, FNAF! please pray i save up enough to get BG3. ٩( ᐛ )و

ok now thats really enough! thank you for this!! even if u dont get round to doin a matchup for me, thanks for lettin me ramble abt my interests :3 the questions are actually so fun hehe <333

Oh, I really like you. Not just because you gave me a lot of info to go on but because you and I have so much in common! Us queer, trans, Asian Type Nines have to stick together which is why I’m so pleased to pair you with Lasko.

I know I say this all the time, but it’s the perfect amount of similarities and differences that make a good pair in my opinion. I think your shared love of DnD, your introversion, your queer trans identity (because Lasko is queer and a whole allegory for a trans childhood, bless his heart) would be a great foundation for a solid relationship. Yet, it’s the differences that bring the spark like your love of horror where he would be squeamish or your chaotic good to his lawful.

I have such clear snapshots in my head of what your relationship would be like; if only I were an artist. You remind me of @itsdaifuku’s lovely piece of Dear as a guitarist and Lasko watching, starstruck, from the crowd; that would be you but as the drummer. I also love to imagine the two of you in the kitchen: you cooking, him mindlessly grading papers, an SCP video on, and Lasko looking up aghast when he finally tunes into what you’ve both been listening to.

Song:

I mean she even cooks me pancakes/ And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches/ If that ain't love then I don't know what love is/ We even got a secret handshake/ And she loves the music that my band makes/ I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun/ I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Sorry but not sorry, I’ve projected and given Lasko my elder emo taste in music. It’s cute, it’s iconic, and he’d know all the words- shyly, sheepishly joining in if you start rapping along with it as you cook. I like to imagine 2000’s emo music brings out a silly, karaoke-esque exuberance in Lasko, and then you could be silly together.

Runner-ups:

Milo is one of your runner-ups because (and I know I say this all the time too) it’s so fun to pair that scaredy-wolf with a horror buff. Everything he’s learned about SCPs has been against his will and because he loves you. Hudson is a runner-up because I’m obsessed with pairing musicians with DJ Anxiety; he’d love you and your drumming so much.

note: thank you so much for waiting 💕 I’m glad you had fun!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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ddemonseonghwa · 1 year

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Seventh Wonder of My World

Bang Chan x Black Female Reader

Day Six: Break Up And/Or Make Up ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

CW// make up sex like a mf

You can thank Kehlani’s “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” album for helping me finish this and the rest of my works for this event~

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Why did we ever break up?

Chan sat in the studio as he worked on a track. He continued to work like he had been for hours. He was just about done, but he was quite frustrated as he was literally right at the end. He let out a sigh as he realized he was missing something.

Stray Kids was working on another album of songs. This next one was just like the SKZ Replay, except it was going to involve way more songs than the last one. Chan had decided to make another song. He was just about done, but he was stuck on what the last part of the song should be. It wasn’t like he was only a quarter of the way to being done with 3/4 of the song missing. He did have another two weeks and this was the last song that had to be finished, but nevertheless he was still extremely irritated and getting more and more frustrated.

He sighed as he sat back in his chair. He looked out the window at the city below and rolled his eyes. How was he going to finish the song?

Why did we ever stop seeing each other?

He grumbled as he turned towards his phone, looking at the time as he tried to calm his nerves. He felt like things were just slowly getting more and more irritating, feeling like his nerves were about to explode.

How did we lose sight of each other?

Just when Chan was about to lose it, his phone vibrated on the desk. He flipped it over and checked to see who it was. He half expected it to be Felix asking him what he wanted to eat. He partially expected it to be Lee Know asking him if he could attend his livestream. At a glance he wanted to get a text from Han and Changbin asking if they could play a game or something. But he didn’t expect it to be her. Not that there was anything wrong with it if it was her texting him. In fact, he felt his whole mood change when he looked to see it was actually her.

Seven 💕: I think we need to meet up and very soon. I need to see you right now or I’ll lose my god damn mind.

Why did your touch become so distant?

It was like his worries and irritation came to a grinding halt when he saw the text. He didn’t hesitate to pick up his phone and type out a response.

Chan: I’ll be there soon, I need to see you, too. I can’t wait any longer, it’s killing me so bad.

Meet me where we always used to meet up. I have to see you.

I’ll be there soon. 💕

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Chan could admit that he was desperate. He could be honest and say he wanted to see her. But he didn’t care what anyone said about how he rushed over to see her. The entire drive was a pain as he took the quickest route to get to their meeting spot. Seven was important.

Chan and Seven went way back. They’d been cool for the majority of their lives, close friends since kindergarten. Ironically enough, or maybe not ironic at all, Chan and Seven used to date. They used to be that couple that was all over the place as being the sweetest duo. They used to be the couple that was always making good memories.

Key words; used to.

Unfortunately, at some point Chan and Seven ended up breaking up. The relationship began to fade at some point and it was also a mix of their own personal problems— Seven’s trust issues getting the best of her and Chan’s slight toxicity that he refused to address because he didn’t want to recognize it as a big issue. Seven and Chan sometimes had subtle arguments behind closed doors, would have silent days of not speaking to each other, Seven’s slick comments and Chan’s non-verbal attitude, and so much more. The abyss between them got deeper until they decided it was best to just break it off before it could become more painfully unbearable than it already was, they decided breaking up would be much better. The feeling of being in love started to fade and as they shyly tried to fix it, it just became worse and uncomfortably awkward until they felt like breaking up was the best option.

And it was not something surface-level. Chan would ignore his insecurities and brush them off despite Seven saying it was an issue, and it turned into slight toxicity. Seven would sometimes have less trust in him over certain small things due to trauma, and Seven tried telling him it was not a big deal. The arguments behind closed doors never involved yelling or screaming or fighting, but it didn’t have to escalate until it got to that point before it was an issue. The arguments would be subtle but still enough to be gut-wrenching and leave them tearing up and parting for hours so they didn’t have to see each other cry. Seven hated crying, and Chan hated seeing her cry more than Seven hated doing it. Chan never had an issue with crying, but it broke her heart to see him cry. Sometimes, Seven would make the slickest subtle comments that would annoy Chan and he would have the loudest non-verbal attitude that would be palpable to Seven and everyone else within proximity of him.

Some days, Seven and Chan would just not talk. Seven would roll her eyes at Chan for no reason and he would watch her walk away with her arms crossed, lips pouted after rolling her neck, watching her walk away out the corner of his eye before he walked in the opposite direction. A couple of times he did go after her and kissed her to let her know he still felt something for her, and Seven would do the same because she always felt something for Chan.

It became so palpable that even his members would be able to feel it and feel slightly uncomfortable when they were both around. They all loved Seven, but the dynamic between her and Chan as they had some difficulties in their relationship was something they knew would go from sweet to sour. Never enough to be violent outbursts, but just enough for them to feel something. Even the employees at the company and her friends would tell them both things changed between them. It’s what ultimately led to their breakup. Of course not without something steamy going down the night they split. Steamy, heated, vigorous and rough breakup sex, very lengthy friends with benefits period after their breakup. This lasted until they finally called it quits for a couple years.

They remained as very close friends but they’d always have a special place for each other in each other’s hearts. But after some point, Chan began to truly miss being with her. Something about being with Seven changed something within him. He thought he could move on and remain friends like they agreed, but he soon realized that would be extremely impossible. Seven was different. She was better than anyone else he’d ever dated and he couldn’t find anyone else that would be the same, because he never would find better than Seven. She was just the perfect match for him and he couldn’t let it go. And of course Seven felt the exact same way.

When they broke up Chan missed everything about her. Her presence, her voice, her big and beautiful brown eyes, her smile, her personality, her proximity, her essence, her everything. It had been three years since they broke up, almost four. But Chan was truly not as sane as he thought he was while they were apart, and apparently Seven felt the same. And the closer he got to his apartment, the better he felt knowing he’d see her soon. Seven still had her key to his apartment and he trusted her since they remained as close friends. But he knew things would get hot as soon as he saw her. Their own personal changes in character for the better was just too much to ignore. Seven had fixed her trust issues and Chan had worked very hard on his insecurities. They took time to work on their own issues and demons, but realizing they were meant for each other is what made a permanent split impossible and made them realize fixing their issues is what was truly necessary. Once they met up, they knew it would go exactly the way they thought it would.

Chan didn’t even wait. He walked into his apartment and already saw her there in the living room. There were some candles that were lit and some rose petals on the floor. He didn’t even mind. In fact, he loved seeing it. He kicked the door closed and fully locked it as he looked at her. Seven stood in his living room— dark red and long sleeved shirt with a black skirt on and black thigh highs. Her long and dark hair was down her back and she wore some makeup— dark red eyeshadow with eyeliner, which Chan felt was his favorite look on her. She watched as he approached her.

“Chan….” She whispered. He came close, pulling her into his grasp. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m right here where you need me,” he said deeply as he immediately pulled her close. Seven clung to his body and whimpered as he pressed her flush against his body, her skin pressing against his. “Please, I need you…. It’s been too long.” She told him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. “I know, princess…. I’m not gonna leave you again, ever.” He looked at her for a few seconds before pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’m here to stay, baby girl.” He told her, and that was all he said before he crashed his lips onto hers.

Seven sighed, easing into the kiss and allowing herself to relax in his presence. Chan gripped her hips lovingly, his lips locked with hers in a feverish kiss that was so intense it could shatter brick walls. It was so intense that Seven ended up nipping at his bottom lip twice, catching his attention right away. He chuckled, smirking into the kiss and gripping her ass like there was no tomorrow. “So eager, princess.” He whispered. Seven stroked his black curly hair. “Can’t help it…. Missed you so much,” she sighed.

Chan lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom, the one they slept in just about every night before they broke up. “Fuck, I’m gonna show you how much I missed you.” He whispered. Seven whimpered in response, clinging to him harder. “It was so hard without you, Chris. Please, I need this….” She said, her cheeks blushing. Chan laid her down on the bed as he looked down at her. “It’s okay, princess…. I’m gonna fuck you like a slut, cuddle you like a princess, and never let you go.” He commented. He began kissing down her neck. “I’m not leaving you again. Fuck, it was too much.” He said against her skin. He paused before slightly pulling away to pull his leather jacket off and tossing it to the other side of the room. He then pulled off his tight black shirt and threw it to who knew where.

“Fuck, this is all mine. I missed this beautiful body.” She whispered, running her fingers along his abs as he leaned in for another kiss. He paused, looking in her eyes before smiling and mumbling, “thank you,” before he swooped in for a brief kiss. ‘This,’ Seven thought, ‘is what I wanted.’ He watched as she brought his hands to her shirt. “Do you truly trust me?” He asked her. Seven didn’t even hesitate to nod and bring him closer. “I trust you, Chris.” She said loud enough for him to hear it. He smiled, lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it by his jacket. Her skirt soon followed, leaving her in her bra, panties, and thigh highs. “I trust you, Chris,” she repeated. His skin ignited as she said that, his lips kissing and leaving pretty red and purple marks this time.

“F-fuck, daddy….” She sighed. Chan chuckled as he kept kissing and marking her. “Sensitive, much?” He goaded. “I’m horny and you’re playing games.” She huffed. ‘Same old bratty Seven,’ he thought. His hand eased onto her neck and slightly gripped it. “There’s the brat that I know and love…. Hush that fucking fuss, princess. I’m about to eat that loneliness, impatience, and misery right out of this cute little pussy because it’s fucking mine.” And that’s when Chan pulled her panties to the side and took a slow lick up her cunt.

Seven mewled, already grinding her pussy on his face. “Mmm…. Still tastes so sweet…. This is always gonna be mine, this is my pussy. Understand?” He asked as he wrapped his mouth around her pussy. Seven whined as his tongue ran up her slit before he slurped her essence up like it was red wine and then kissed it from the bottom to the top where her clit was. He kissed her clit like it was a Hershey’s kiss. “Y-yes…! It’s yours, daddy, y-yours-s….!” She moaned. She felt herself get more wet, which she knew was not a surprise because Chan was the one and only man who could give her head and bring her close within seconds of eating her out. She slipped her hands into his curly hair, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

“Mmmm, good girl. That’s fucking right. This is my fucking pussy, and it’s always gonna be mine.” He said, gripping her thighs and running his thumb along her garter tattoo. “Nobody else makes you feel like this, it’s always gonna be mine. I’m the only one eating and fucking this pussy,” he growled. He continued licking. “Your pussy tastes so good I might have to marry you so I can eat it whenever you need me to.” He casually said.

This went straight to her core and pushed her into her orgasm as she screamed his name. Seven’s past trust issues made her think she would lose him, but with Chan’s affirmation, she knew he was going nowhere, especially after working on her own demons and understanding she had nothing to worry about. “Chris-s….!” She screamed as she came. Chan being the one that loved her taste in any way, he slurped up all her cum before looking up at her and licking his lips. His seductive eyes looking into hers as he licked his lips.

Seven used her quick recovery to flip their positions and put him on his back on the bed. He knew what was coming when he saw her kiss down his abs, leaving dark red lipstick prints on his body as she descended to be level with the bulge in his pants. While she kissed his body, he felt his cock get harder and harder. He ground his hips up for some friction, making her giggle as she stroked his thigh. “So eager….” She commented. “I’m horny, princess.” He replied, his cheeks blushing. “More like needy.” She said as she kept going. She unbuttoned his black ripped jeans before pulling his thick, long and erect cock out. Hard and ready, she immediately ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Chan groaned, easing his hand into her dark hair and gathering all the strands to hold it all and keep it out of her face.

Seven didn’t even wait after teasing the tip and slapping it against her tongue. She eased it all into her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock. Chan was nearly a moaning mess, watching as she briefly took it out before spitting on the tip messily and slowly running her tongue along the tip. “This is my seat and I know I’m the only one who can take it.” She told him. Chan slightly tugged her hair before grinding his hips. “Mmmm, baby, that’s right…. It’s all yours, nobody else’s.” He huffed. Seven smirked, knowing he was under her spell. “You might have to wife me up so I can relieve your stress like this more often.” She said randomly.

She continued her work by easing him into her throat with no hassle and no gag reflex. She kept deep throating him, taking control of the situation and having him in such a chokehold that he knew he’d cum any second. He held her hair as he thrust his cock into her throat with a growl so deep and profound she felt herself instantly get wet again. “S-Seven….!” He groaned, shooting his cum down her throat as she happily swallowed it. She pulled off and looked at him after kissing his tip.

“Fuck, baby, that was so good.” He huffed, looking at her as he panted to recover from his orgasm. Chan sighed and looked at Seven, getting up and pressing her onto her back. He pulled off her bra and put her panties into his pocket. “I need those, you know.” She mumbled jokingly. Chan leaned in and pecked her lips. “I bought you some more. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He mumbled. Seven leaned in to peck his lips and giggle. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she replied as he kissed her again.

Chan slid between her legs and pressed his tip to her entrance, catching her attention completely. Chan slid his hand onto her cheek and looked into her brown eyes. “Are you ready, pretty girl?” He asked her. Seven felt her chest fill with butterflies and flowers, remembering how it felt to be addressed as his girl, his lover, his partner. “I’m ready, baby.” She blushed as he smiled gently, his dimples showing like beautiful craters in the moon. “You’re always ready, my pretty girl.” He said, intensifying her blush.

He looked down with her as he slowly slid his thick length in. She grasped his arms as he carefully slid in, given the fact that they hadn’t slept with each other while they were apart. And when he reached the hilt, Seven sighed and Chan groaned. She threw her head back onto the pillows as she took in the feeling of his cock being so close to her sweet spot already. Chan leaned in to put his forehead on hers. “Color, princess?” He asked. Seven lightly squeezed his arms and clenched on him. “G-green….! Please move, I-I’m so ready….!” She huffed. That was all Chan needed to start thrusting, setting the pace he knew they both loved.

Seven moaned, watching as he thrusted into her and remained in control. When they were dating the first time, the sex was typically intense and rough. Chan and Seven may have had a rough ride in the first round of the relationship, but the sex was always going to have the same rough and intense energy. Chan never lost his power in his thrusts and Seven still always let him know he was making her feel good. Toxic or not, that would never change.

“Still so fucking tight, princess.” He said, his hips meeting hers. “You’ve always b-been so b-big.” She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “C-Chris…. F-fas-ster….” Seven moaned. Chan followed her words, immediately speeding up his thrusts and delivering just right. His thrusts even got harder right before she could ask and she whimpered. “F-fuck, so good…” Seven whimpered, looking up at him as he kept moving. He swooped in for a kiss, pecking her on the lips for a moment before pulling away. Seven caught him looking at her and despite how many times he’d seen her in just about any situation, she felt herself get worried and she looked away. But Chan wasn’t having it. He caught it immediately.

“Look at me, princess.” He instructed. Seven looked back at him, her eyes saying so many things, but Chan picked out the exact thing that was at the top of Seven’s list. “You’re afraid I’ll leave…. Why?” He asked, slightly slowing down. “Are…. Are we splitting after this?” She asked worriedly. Chan smiled softly, leaning in and gently pulling her in for a brief and gentle kiss that she accepted. “Princess, I’m not going any fucking where. You’re mine and I can’t leave you, and I refuse to leave you all alone in any situation.” He told her, speeding back up again. “Nobody else can have me like you do,” he said, watching as she threw her head back, still looking at him and making eye contact. “Nobody else will have me at their side like you do,” he said, his hands holding her hips like he always did when they fucked.

“Nobody else gets my dick but you,” he told her as he pushed in deeper, right into her sweet spot. “C-Chris…!” She whined. He smirked as he kept going. “And nobody else says my name like that but you.” He huffed in her ear as his hips slammed into hers again. Seven’s nails scratched his back as she screamed his name and came on his cock so soon. But Chan never stopped thrusting, pounding into her pussy and making her whimper and tear up. “I don’t turn anyone else into a mess.” He said deeply. “I don’t fuck anyone else.” He continued. Seven whimpered as she felt him throb violently in her walls, making her pussy flutter against his cock. Chan felt himself cum in her pussy, fucking her through his orgasm and gripping her hips until there were definitely bruises like she always liked. “And I don’t fill anyone else up.” He softly cupped her face and began kissing her skin and leading down her body as he slowly pulled out. “I don’t love anyone else like this,” he said. He came back up to her lips. “I don’t kiss anyone else,” he told her. He pecked her lips and looked into her big brown eyes. “Nobody else has me in love except you. You’re mine…. I love you…. And I missed you, Seven.” He finished. She wrapped her arms around him and accepted his love. “I love you. I missed you, too, Chan.” She said. He pulled her to lay on top of him.

“I wasn’t lying about wifing you up.” Chan told her. Seven felt herself blush as she looked at him. “I’ll be happy to be Mrs. Bang one day.” She laid her head against his chest. “Yeah, you’re the only person I need in my life.” He told her as he stroked her hair.

“Please, let’s not break up again. I’m glad we worked on our issues on our own but I don’t think I can take us breaking up again.” Seven said. Chan moved her hair behind her ear. “I don’t think we’ll have that issue again. I missed you so fucking much. Missed fucking this pussy, too.” He admitted. Seven smirked as she sat up and placed her hands on his abs. “If you want, now that we’ve gotten things out the way…. I’m off for three days. I can ride it like you always liked it. You can fuck me into your sheets from behind, spank me, pull my hair, and anything else you want.” She hinted at him.

Before she could say anything else, Chan flipped them over and pushed her face down, ass up on the bed. “I missed my little nymphomaniac of a girlfriend.” He commented as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Mmmm, f-fuck and make up, just like in the movies.” She sighed, feeling him thrust right away. He pulled her hair back, smacking her ass and making her gasp in pleasure.

“Just like in the movies, but this pussy is still fucking mine.” He growled, speeding up.

#ddemonseonghwa #ddemonseonghwawrites #tw: smut #underworldnet #underworldnet season of love event #underworldnet valentines day event #stray kids #stray kids bang chan #bang chan #bang chan smut

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Fellow invader! Good find!

Opinions on elden ring crabs?

You're transported to the Lands Between with whatever you have on you right now. What do you do? Long-term and short-term.

O hello! This kind of acknowledgment makes me wanna get better at it. Haven't tried doing anything after the last patch- what are your thoughts on it? I know it balanced a bunch of stuff, but personally, do you have any new favorites?

Mmmm crabs... I'll be dead honest, the first time I saw them, I didn't approach nor bother, but somehow coming back to ds3 and comparing them, elden ring crabs seem weaker? Definitely easier to kill imo.

Another thing is. I really want to know the lore reason behind sleep crabs in Raya Lucaria. And the reason why the fuck there are crabs inside the academy at all. Like lmao? I guess? The iron maiden makes some sense, considering stuff, but giant crabs... sleep crabs. Were there entire fields of lilies for them to eat?? Where can I find those?? Lol.

Also I wonder if there are frenzy crabs. Cuz why the fuck not lol. Haven't found any tho.

Oooo actually I had a similar conversation with a friend recently. We decided that the Lands Between are probably the mildest world you can end up in, if you had to choose between all soulsbornes, especially if you're just some person.

I'm gonna make a lot of assumptions here so bear with me:

Say, I end up in the Lands Between in the mysterious ways of isekai genre. I will read it as that I 1) am not connected to life in this world, therefore untouched by grace, nor can I interact with it, and 2) am not noticed by anything or anyone, as my arrival just happens, therefore nothing and nobody is alerted by this strange happenstance of a world travel.

Now, if both of my assumptions are true, short-term I'll be looking for other people who are not soldiers. "I just came here" seems to work well as an excuse for the tarnished, but since I am not one, the initial suspicion of some gracelost nonsense is not happening (hopefully). Maybe I can trade something I had on me or found. Maybe.

Long-term, I'm staying in Limgrave because fuck all that noise. If my goal is to stay alive, this is my best bet. To find a shack and to try and get things together is not impossible, and I have some skill and knowledge living in a very rural area. If I'm lucky, I will last, and maybe with a small community to back me up.

...now, if my second assumption is false, this whole pastoral plot is rapidly falling apart. Perhaps I am not important enough to bother with for Outer Gods and other entities (still on the fence about what the Full Moon and Dark Moon are in ER), but if something of this grade- or someone keen enough- sees an even deeper fissure in the world, they may come looking closer at it.

Considering that I cannot interact with Grace nor see it, ascension via runes is unavailable to me in any way, even if I'd meet a million of maidens or Melinas. This, for sure, will be a tough situation, and my long-term goal will be to find a way to fight back, get myself connected to the whole idea of rebirth, perhaps, or the simplest (in words, not action) maybe to find a protector.

Wooo. Short-term? Fuck me, just stay alive. I wonder if the communities of Those Who Live In Death or Albinaurics will be sympathetic towards my funny existence?

...the easiest one would be if both of my assumptions are wrong, and I somehow end up as a tarnished. Then, well, the path of progression is well damn known. But first things first-

I wish there were an option to tell the misbegotten in the castle Morne that I don't support the fuckshit of a castellan that is Edgar and join in with them, and kill him instead. What a waste of a ds3 reference.

#the last part became LONG i am very sorry dbfhdjf #answered #huggingtentacles #elden ring

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ALBUM_of_the_MONTH 11/22:

The future ain't my friend…

SOFT KILL have triumphantly returned w/ their latest album titled ‘CANARY YELLOW’ (Cercle Social) & it finds the venerable group showing no signs of slowing down while further pushing their sonic sensibilities & proving that they’ll never succumb to weak ass pigeonholing.

The PDX-based fam, consisting of Tobias Grave, Conrad Vollmer, Danny Deleon, Shaun Durkan & Nicole Colbath have (& stop me if you’ve heard this one before) once again defied expectations while blowing minds, facing down demons & mending hearts on these latest strummed up & Mats-esque offerings.

There’s no half-measures when it comes to SK, everything the lauded unit produces carries a weight, purpose & an attention to detail that separates them from their modern peers. From production choices to curated merch to touring lineups & new sonic directions… nothing is left to happenstance or succumbs to outside influence or coercion.

Straight up, Soft Kill are thee band of our (& their) era… that’s not hyperbole nor influenced by personal moments I’ve spent with them, it’s simply a proper fact. SK are simply on another level as they find themselves in a constant state of evolution, growth & maturity in both their sound & business practices.

One cannot speak of Soft Kill without recognizing just what they’ve accomplished as a unit. They’ve reshaped an entire eco system while sticking around long enough to see their influence come to fruition in real time. In a modern world/scene of clout chasing, content producing & overall ladder climbing they’ve manage to be an honest to god fatherly influence, passing down knowledge to their younger peers while showcasing the fact that band merch could be more than a black shirt laid on a plastic table.

The lives/personalities that make up Soft Kill are all too human… & oh boy do they have the stories & scars to prove it. But that’s what we love, adore & admire about them… their ability to neatly wrap life’s messes in a guitar-driven pop song.

‘Canary Yellow’ is Soft Kill’s nod to the midwest, from the Chicagoan detail to the richly specific sound that pulls from those top-tier legends like The Replacements & Husker Du who bestowed a never ending impression on the American guitar rock scene. And one cannot speak of ‘Canary Yellow’ w/out mentioning how crisp these 10 tracks sound thanks to Rob Schnapf’s production.

After Joey welcomes us to SK’s latest opus, “Cracked Candles” gets things off to a proper start, but at what cost as the proceeding 3 1/2 mins unfurl in strummy fashion before kicking into gear while “Magic Garden” bursts outta the gate w/ a fury of twanged six-strings & driving low-ends before settling into a idyllic groove that creates an ideal bed for Tobias Grave’s pristine vocal.

“Rocks & Blows” is a beautiful piece of power_popped goodness that packs plenty of giddy-up & neat little flourishes while album highlight “Dibs” is a somber slice of dourly jangled GloomPop that bristles under the weight of Graves’ beautifully brittle vocal take.

The fact that Soft Kill could turn over a whole ass song to another artist, as they’ve done on “The Line,” further shows their meticulous nature & unbridled prowess as Ruth Radelet knocks it outta the (Comiskey) park on this tenderly somber ode while “Congratulations Text” finds PDX-based group forever proving they’ll always be there to push the emotional envelope as vocalist Tobias hits one of his finest performances to date as he rides a full bodied arrangement that swings from rangy indie, w/ a pinch of well placed twang, to a lively rocker before melding into the best of both worlds which sits comfortably as a moody Midwest blast of Gloom.

“Domino” is a piano tickled piece of Cure-esque DreamPop & ofc SK would give us a whole new take on “Cicero” because that’s what they do, they never shortchange us while closer “Lake Shore Drive” is not something a modern “post_punk” band would even dare attempt w/ its slowly unfolding saga built around groggy spoken word passages.

‘Canary Yellow’ once again finds Soft Kill leaving their mark on whatever modern scene you subscribe to & doing so their way.

The future ruined me...

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This is, like, 98% vent so take the usual precautions and etiquette on that.

Like, so, I’ve had a hard week. I’ve had a very very hard week even for me. I lost my whole entire voice, I had an evening so awful it was comical, my best friend had his very nice expensive desktop computer get shorted out and his dog badly mauled by an off leash beast, and my sibling straight up had to endure dramatically unexpected gun violence.

So it was.... it was very not good. I literally think it’s been more than five years since I actually became nonverbal, much less for more than a full day. But I am, keep in mind, a mentor for a group of underprivileged trans youth. Yes, I live in poverty, so do they. I make a pretty good mentor. I know the kinds of shit that the cis lady leading the group straight up never would have considered.

Case in point, we’re not quite a full year strong but I’ve watched my kids grow up, I really really have. It’s magical. I would take a bullet for any one of the kids. One of them is straight up by baby brother now and the second I see him post COVID I’m pretty sure I will cry and cry and cry and maybe we can hug. But this week the focus was Pride. And, y’all, apparently the basic understanding of Pride is kinda rough.

Like, okay, yeah, Stonewall. And God and Jesus and All The Little Baby Angels bless and sing to Marsha P. Johnson. But that’s not the end, that’s the start. It’s so wild to me that Stonewall is like, “And that’s the story of queer pride. The end.”

Babes and Elders, Friends and Enemies, Autists and The Less Fortunate, Gentlefolk and Ungentlefolk, I am not that fucking old at all. But I remember the brutal murders of Brandon Teena and Matthew Shepard being subject to humiliating jokes. It’s what I grew up with. My first understanding of ‘gay’ was that it killed you, painfully and horribly but for some reason that was okay and no one minded too much. It was even meant to be funny most of the time. I grew up at the tail end of a mass death, when RENT premiered (stage show, not movie) I was 7 and AZT was the best you could possibly hope for.

Now we have PrEP and AIDS isn’t a death sentence, we even talk about it now like a mildly more scandalous STD than the usual ones instead of.... well, like it was talked about in RENT. Death. Just death. And gay used to mean AIDS so gay was uncompromising slow death. Gay was prostitution and drugs and death.

Like, it’s very hard to articulate how different it was just twenty years ago. I even smiled at my daddy once and said, “I don’t have to tell you how I voted, but I will tell you that people who vote how you do drag people like me behind trucks.” That was the only time I can remember shutting him up in an argument, he couldn’t pivot, he tried a little with “I never” and I was immediately, “No, say I’m wrong and we’ll have a conversation.” so he just.... walked away. It was the most honest he ever was in acknowledging that, yeah, I was extremely brave. I was willing to die and he wasn’t willing to protect me. It was the bravest I’ve ever felt in my life.

And I am still, as I said, very young. I come from a third world region of an allegedly first world country. (I can get into the racist implications of that but this is a vent post so I’m not going to dissect everything.) So my experience? Still magical and impossible. Having to shove away earnest lesbians even though RadFems assured me I was just a closeted lesbian and only men had this and it was called autogynophillia and was a fetish. I only craved male power and was nervous about being with girls. I was not, they were wrong, but the idea of maybe if I date girls I’ll be normal and safe in 2003 is way way way past anything a bitsy baby transman would guess at in 1983. The way progress marches is not.... not easy to follow.

I didn’t expect to be a queer educator. I didn’t plan to be an ‘’’expert’’’ but now I am because I hear things like, “Maybe putting out all those pride flags is baiting a bear with the man who keeps threatening to kill you” and my whole self leaps out with, “That was wrong what this woman I trust said. You have to make a choice, sure, and I will not tell you which is wrong and which is right but Pride has never been about being quiet and meek and trying not to be bothered. I’m not going to tell you to keep fighting or to do anything you don’t want to, but I will say that Pride is emphatically not about keeping yourself safe. If you want to stand up then I support you, if you want to keep yourself safe I support you. Because the road to where we are right now? It is covered in the spilled blood of martyrs and I would never ask you to do that, never ask anyone to, but I would also never ever tell you to back down and be safe. Stonewall wasn’t safe.”

And, that’s crazy, right? Telling a kid that we do stand on the shoulders of giants, but those giants did not live to see today? Like, Harvey Milk (who I did not get into) wasn’t shot because he was too good at politics. Some people are alive now, some, a few, a small number. I am one of the youngest somehow, one of the younger of the older generation which is wild to me, impossible. Like, if you’re maybe 40 at the most then you’re the first of the ones that didn’t face The Dying Times, which means the people who dealt with the shit from Stonewall and the following horrors are just.... just gone.

I was stunned this kids didn’t realize the actual genocide made of purposeful neglect had even... even occurred. It was disturbing. I cannot remember the actual square on the quilt, so if you find it then thank you, but it was roughly “I am 19 and will be dead in three months. That’s very sad.”

I’s just, Christ, maybe we need to do a little better education? Maybe a little more on the why of how now came to be? On why Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was revolutionary, on how “In 1960 49 states had anti-sodomy laws criminalizing homosexuality” ignores that in 2015 plenty of states still had those laws on the books? It’s frustrating, is all, it’s very frustrating.

#this is so very clearly a personal post #painfully so #if you want to take bits then ask me and i will likely say yes #if you want to argue then first of all do not and second of all message me #this is obviously not for reblogging #again dog mauled #voice gone #week bad #i do not need a hard fucking time #if you give me one then okay?#i guess i'll deal with that #but like maybe don't?#i'll even put things together more cleanly and articulately if you ask

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Peter Quill/Thor Masterlist

Banging a God, Theology, and All That Other Shit (ao3) - t0teschEZ E, 2k

Summary: And rather than let the conversation die there, as it likely should have, Peter said, “I genuinely can’t imagine having sex with you if you call a dick a penis.”

Quick as lightning, Thor responded, “Why would you think about having sex with me at all?”

hang all the mistletoe (i’m gonna get to know you better) (ao3) - michaelfalls G, 1k

Summary: thor is kind of wondering why in the world is peter quill standing under some mistletoe.

Honest Work (ao3) - proprioception E, 6k

Summary: "For the last time, I'm not an angel," Thor said patiently. "I'm a god."

Quill didn't care. "Suck my dick, asshole."

Hooked on a feeling (ao3) - DestielIsFuckinReal N/R, 4k

Summary: Peter Quill has the job of his dreams: a dj playing only 70s music. The downside? No one wants Blue Swede, Elven Bishop, and Electric BLue Orchestra played at their birthday party or bar mitzah except the so called “we happy few”. He lives in his best friend Gamora’s apartment, sharing with her sister Nebula and Rocket, their pet raccoon. Peter does side jobs here and there when he can. Life goes on as usual but what happens when the universe presents to him a god-like model who is just as shy and dorky as he is hot?

laughing in the purple rain (ao3) - SkyRose E, 9k

Summary: When the Asgardians' and Guardians' ships crash into each other, Thor and Peter Quill are left stranded on an alien planet island together. Peter would find the whole situation a lot more bearable if the so-called God of Thunder wasn't so hot.

Let's Prove How Kissable I Am (ao3) - KatcadeCascade (DreamWings231) G, 5k

Summary: Five times Peter Quill tries to kiss Thor Odinson and the one time he did.

Let Your Heart Hold Fast (ao3) - michaelfalls G, 9k

Summary: Meredith Quill, AKA Star-Lord, has spent the last ten years searching for her son in space. She's not going to give up now.

Life, Love, Empire and Cake (ao3) - manic_intent E, 45k

Summary: Peter Quill’s mom had (as far as he remembered) always been a sweet, gentle and kindly soul. As such, he had grown up convinced that his father must have been, by way of cosmic balance, an asshole, and 100% a dick.

After all, Peter had to have inherited that particular character flaw from someone.

The Night That Ends At Last (ao3) - michaelfalls G, 12k

Summary: [To be read in conjunction with A World About To Dawn as they share a continuity]

Peter Quill doesn't think he's going to make it through the apocalypse. Thor Odinson isn't about to let him give up alone.

The Ravager (ao3) - Basched E, 2k

Summary: Escaping his life on Asgard, just for a moment, Thor meet the Star-Lord.

The Wants of a Deity (ao3) - buckytiddies E, 1k

Summary: Peter Quill has some nice thighs, and Thor wholeheartedly agrees.

Thunderlord (ao3) - Madriddler E, 2k

Summary: Thanos is dead and Thor wants to celebrate with his new drinking buddy Peter Quill.

Touch Me Tease Me (ao3) - sabretooth E, 3k

Summary: Peter gets bitten by a powerful succubus during a fight. Jerking off won't do the trick but Thor is a Nice Guy who helps a buddy out

Who's in charge (ao3) - Aluha M, 8k

Summary: The mere idea of being under the full weight of his gentleness, after tasting what couldn’t be more than a teaspoon of it, made Peter’s heartbeat speed up. His mind was invaded by those words, the image of Thor kissing his entire body, and how – how much was he supposed to humiliate himself? Wasn’t it enough that he’d been on his knees and begging?

Who's Threatening? (ao3) - PoorWendy E, 4k

Summary: “I just can’t. I can’t shut up, around other people. I don’t.”

“You really don’t,” Thor agrees, eyeing Peter up and down. Peter can feel his breath. “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Thor licks his lips. “So what are we going to do about this?”

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter quill #thor odinson #masterlists #m/m

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hey hey, i draw cdream in taffyfied tank tops and pajamas. you reblog full frontal abs /neg we are not the same. okay but jokes aside there Is some seriously cute cdream art on your blog

i think we as a fandom are entitled to an entire stream where cdream just throws insane ideas on how to best infiltrate las nevadas at cpunz and punz has a mental breakdown because all he wanted to know was whether dream wanted to cook chicken or order mcpuffy's (again) (dream's only had caffeine powder for the past three days)

actually those shots aren't even metaphor or meme reference. cdream just Does That

yeah when i say that a wedding is nigh impossible i don't mean that it couldn't be pulled off even against the monumental odds. like. ccquackity has done some masterful storytelling over the past year and karl and sapnap were brilliant in the november lnv stream. like ccsapnap Is very good at making emotional beats Hit but yeah he's not the type i'd see writing reddit meta for his character anytime soon.

sapnap has to care for dream having been tortured. if not for the sake of minimal character consistency (he cares about dream. the guy. best friend. Family) for the sake of the story because. dude would it be narratively unsatisfying if it didn't cause any tensions between him and quackity. i could see the situation to be similar to the situation shortly after wilbur was revived where he was angry at dream (quackity) and yet didn't linger on it Because of his affliction with dream (quackity). but i've get to see csapnap make any threats to disembowel one of his fiances.

and yeah that's exaclty what i meant when i said that im conflicted about but totally respect people who use the terms interchangeably, there are definitely parts of for example exile that would fit the technical definition of torture and sam and quackity's pictures are literally printed next to the text book definition of abuse of power. also "I just automatically think I'm gonna get stones thrown at me whenever I mention c!DiskDuo" pov you are literally every dsmp blog who has ever engaged in the disk-horse. ever

inconsolable was certainly one of the most media experiences i have had in my life. wait did i actually not catch that? that would imply that he either Did visit cdream in prison or had some train chitchat on his way back into the living world. i really need to rewatch the vod

dude i want do see cdream Flaunt to quackity that he managed to turn csam onto his side as his little bread-fetching guy (irony on csam starving him in the prison much :))

oh my god. look im all for canon deaths and city's draped in billowing smoke. but cdream additionally playing some good ol psychological warfare ala watch out you don't end up like him *points at csam* would have me cheering in the front rows.

i see what you mean, the fall of las nevadas is going to be more fun as a team effort than just a soloplay from dream, but like, i really think that's what everything is developing towards, everyone slowly leaving with- or without cdream's help, why else would we have gotten the scene with foolish or why else would ccdream made it so clear to show that csam was beneath him now. i mean, we haven't had any indication that he cares less about quackity than before the prison but their relationship is certainly strained to hell and back from the whole partners in geneva convention violation thing and from sam lying to quackity about dream's escape, to be honest if next to fiances and cdream conflict we could also get a confrontation between sam and quackity that would be great.

it's been too long since foolish was last involved in Big Lore, i cannot wait. dude i just wish we had a date for the lore already. please Mr quackity. we need this

Can't believe I'm getting publicly called out for c!Dream is hot crimes in 2022 has the world not evolved at all

The image of c!Dream operating fully on spite plans and caffeine while c!Punz just wants to chill out two seconds and get them something to eat is sending me into hysterics at the end Punz just gives up and goes buy more McPuffys and has a slight breakdown because half the establishment is completely griefed and the burgers are sold out

Also c!Dream would totally be that type to have his food right in front of him and not eat it until it's way too cold and it's been like three hours because he was reading a book with pictures or something and c!Punz has to re heat the food because if it was for him c!Dream would just eat it raw and uncooked

Basically there's possibilities but there are one in 7.5 trillion oh also did you see that the new Las Nevadas code is "Quackity Ghost" and also the c!Tommy tribute video that's being made and the c!Wilbur final streams and cc!Ranboo straight up saying he doesn't really care to play in Minecraft servers anymore whatever the mess with cc!Bee.Duo is + the World Altering Event yeah I don't think this paints very well for all the doomposters in the fandom (Which is like 75% of the fandom)

Oh yeah I think he needs to care too I guess I was just expecting him to show that care a little more like he for sure can show when certain things matter to him that's why his emotionals bits hit so hard but in the streams he barely even mentioned it at all tho I guess it can be pretty similar to just not mentioning it because it's too much to accept all at once really hope for the sake of the story that it comes up and you know it's important because otherwise it's just going to be so anti climatic

I have so many posts written and confined to my drafts about c!DiskDuo because I just look at it and now that it's going to be such a hassle if it breaks containment which has already happened so many times in the past and like no it's not worth it

Everybody who I have seen talk about that bit seems to interpret it as they did meet up post jail break and I did see that theory that related the "I got him too :)" sign to c!Wilbur instead of c!Phil like it was automatically assumed at the time I'm a big sucker for pre-prison and even during revival c!MADDuo scheming tho so whichever option would be nice for me so as long as it actually gets acknowledged some day please

If somehow c!Sam was there because well he's a Las Nevadas resident as well technically speaking and he saw it falling apart together with c!Quackity and c!Dream I would die happily just the image of c!Dream demanding food out of him again and not just any food okay he's not desperate anymore he's got options now he's a free man now look at him at how strong he is he's not gonna get something like rotting raw potatoes no he's gonna get some stake and matter of fact c!Sam is gonna give it to him he's in no position to deny him anything anymore

Just the idea of c!Dream going matter of fact hey Quackity don't you wanna know where your socio here got his matching scar I got it for him like Techno got yours for you like I could get you another one just now I got the pickaxe now don't fuck with me ever again

It would be such a huge power move (Tho poor c!Quackity when will my boy catch a break from all the direct consequences to his own concious actions uh)

I think the reason c!Dream is so adamant on showing off to anybody he can that he's no longer the victim in his own life is exactly because he's been abused so constantly that he needs to show the world he's too strong to be broken by this and that they all would do better than to mess with him that you really really don't want to know what happens to you if you try to break his will

I believe this shows of power were a thing for sure before the prison but that they got completely augmented after it

For why cc!Dream would want to show that beyond consistency in his character I wouldn't know I don't really like to assume everything is done with a written and planified motive behind it tbh because most often than not that's just not the case

Confrontation between just c!Quackity and c!Sam would keep me fed for weeks I guess he doesn't care less for him in the same vein that c!Dream Team still cares a lot all for each other but it's still become this tangled mess of trauma

c!Foolish in lore give us c!Foolish in lore Las Nevadas Finale please (I would also do anything for c!Fundy c!Charlie and c!Purpled to have a role on it but tryna keep the expectativs low here) I'm fairly certain is going to happen pretty soon actually from everything else that's been happening so far but the expectative is eating me alive swear to God

#hi nice to see ya #ghost tag #beloved's asks #my responses to everything are always so long aaaaa

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OKAY, HEAD CANON ME AND MY SIS MADE-

Starting from here, it’s a headcanon that Tachihara had a crush on and pined for Chuuya for about a year, it’s hilarious-

Be warned, there’s a lot of caps lock in this one, we were screaming with excitement, it was fucking stupid XD

Me: Bold

Sis: Italics

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Btw I headcannon that at some point Tachihara developed a crush on Chuuya and pined for like, a year, before seeing that Chuuya doesn't seem interested in him like that, cried about it for three months then did his best to get rid of his feelings, which he succeeded in, and to this day, Chuuya has no clue this entire ordeal went down, cause while he is god at reading people, he has no self esteem so people liking or crushing on him is a fucking fantasy to him. But they're friends now soooo....

I I want this to be revealed in a t or d it would be beautiful Gin straight up exposes him, just "t or d?" "t" "Who was your first crush in the Mafia?" "GIN!" I fully believe this man is a hopeless romantic

LIKE- They all look at Tachihara cause they know that he tends to get crushes often cause Bisexual supremacy. but my guy is so ashamed of that whole ordeal, it was literally the most embarrassing thing he had ever experienced cause he lowkey- VERY LOWKEY- tried to court Chuuya at like, every turn. every day, and Chuuya just could not get the hint. It just got to a point where it was downright sad.

OH LORD IMAGINE GIN WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW THIS WOULD BE SO RIDICULOUS And they're (Mostly Chuuya, to Tachi) sitting there, patiently waiting and he's having a bi panic to himself-

Cause he still admits to himself that Chuuya is fucking hot. Like- the years did him fucking good my guy.

HE'S SO EMBARRASSED AND STARTS HIDING IN HIS ARMS AND MUTTERING HIS ANSWER AND GIN BEING A GOD DAMN DEVIL IS LIKE "What was that? I couldn't hear you-" and Tachihara just screeches "I LIKED CHUUYA ALRIGHT??? DON'T TEST ME-"

SPIT HIS FUCKING WINE OUT "EXCUSE ME WHAT?!? With all the disbelief in the fucking world, like, he cannot even comprehend the idea of that. Like my man looked so lost and confused-

"YES!?!?! IT TOOK LIKE, A YEAR FOR ME TO REALIZE YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW, LET ALONE LIKED ME BACK??? HOW DENSE ARE YOU????????"

"A YEAR!?!?!? YOU- WHAT- A FUCKING- HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIKE ME!?!?!? AND FOR A YEAR!?!? A YEAR!?!?!?!"

"THERE'S A LOT TO LIKE ABOUT YOU!! I STILL LOWKEY THINK YOU'RE HOT-wait no-FUCK NOT WHAT I-NO, NOPE, NEVERMIND, FORGET IT-" Akutagawa butting in like, "Now that I think about it? Yeah, it does make sense why he'd always try to talk to you at every given day. He even gave you roses once."

CHUUYA JUST LETTING OUT THE HIGHEST PITCHED AND EMBARRASED SHRIEK KNOWN TO MAN CAUSE HE CAN'T PROCCESS ANYTHING COMING FROM HIS FUCKING MOUTH AND HE'S SO FUCKING FLUSTERED "THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS MANAGED TO FIND ME EVERYDAY!?!?! AND I STILL HAVE THAT ROSE!" Not Chuuya keeping extra good care of the things his friends give him. Like, he got that rose years ago, but it still looks lively and vibrant my dude- Also Chuuya being too dumb to realize that was a romantic gesture has me kicking-

Tachihara lets out a shriek next like, "I THOUGHT YOU THREW THAT SHIT IN THE TRASH OR SOMETHING BY NOW?? WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE IT!?!?!" He's all red from embarrassment and shit and Gin is just getting a kick out of this. And Higuchi's like, "You really like to bully him, don't you?" Gin just nods like the little mx devil they are. Tachihara's on the floor, covering his face and he's just all flustered now like somebody kill him please-

"YOU GAVE IT TO ME OF COURSE I WAS GONNA KEEP IT DUMBASS!!!" CHUUYA IS BASICALLY SCREAMING HIMSELF SILLY AND GIN WOULD BE RECORDING THIS CAUSE IT'S JUST FUCKING HILARIOUS "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED ME!?!? WHAT EVEN IS THERE TO LIKE ABOUT ME!?!? THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE???? TACHIHARA???" Also not Chuuya accidently admitting his low self esteem issues but they don't realize until later exactly what he said and how honest he was about that question- my guy needs more love my god-

Tachihara just throwing himself at Chuuya and be like "YOU HAVE MORE THAN HALF OF THE LOWER RANKS GROVELLING AT YOUR FEET FOR A DATE, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN!?!?! YOU'RE PRACTICALLY THE ROLE MODEL FOR HOT BITCHES IN THE PORT MAFIA!!!!" Akutagawa's coughing and wheezing cause he's trying his damndest not to laugh, Higuchi's losing her shit too and Tachihara's practically crying now. This shit derailed within seconds. he's just shaking tf out of Chuuya's shoulders too-

"WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!?! STOP SHAKING ME DAMNIT! TACHIHARA!!!" THESE TWO ARE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER AND ABSOLUTELY LOSING THEIR MINDS AND THEY'RE SO FUCKING RED IN THE FACE BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH EMBARRASSED AND FLUSTER AND JUST WTF!?!?! "YOU'RE LITERALLY FUCKING LYING YOU STUPID ASS- WHAT DO YOU MEAN GROVELING AT MY FEET!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOT BITCHES!?!?!" Higuchi would just scream at him saying, "EXCUSE ME!?!?! YOU ARE LITERALLY THE CEO OF HOT MOTHERFUCKERS IN MY AREA, LIKE- PEOPLE WOULD PAY MILLIONS TO FUCKING CLEAN YOUR GUNS, LIGHT YOUR FUCKING CIGARETTE, OR EVEN KISS YOU ON THE HAND!!! THE AMOUNT OF POWER YOU HOLD OVER THE LOWER LEVEL HENCHMEN IS COMPARABLE TO MORI-SENSEI AND I MAY BE EXAGGERATTING JUST A BIT, BUT IT'S LIKE A FUCKING INCH AWAY FROM THAT KIND OF POWER- EVEN SOME OF THE EXECUTIVES THINK YOUR HOT- I HEARD ONE OF THEM SAY YOU WERE ONE FINE PIECE OF ASS!"

"WHAT!?!?!?!" Literally the highest pitched 'what' Chuuya has ever let come out of his mouth-

Akutagawa's crying with laughter, Tachihara's smackin' Chuuya over the head and Gin is so recording this and just wheezing. They love this, so damn much, the chaos is beautiful. Tachihara's whining and complaining about how hot and perfect Chuuya is, perfect husband material, most beautiful bitch on main street, wailing and shit and just hanging off his arm now like, "SO MANY PEOPLE LIKE YOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT YOU DENSE JACKASS-"

Chuuya is standing there, looking at his hands in disbelief and confusion before looking up at Tachihara and just screaming in his face, "IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER I THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE FOR LIKE- A WEEK-" BEFORE GOING BACK TO SCREAMING HIS ASS OFF ABOUT THIS REVELATION-

TACHIHARA DIED ON THE SPOT, PEOPLE ARE LEGITAMENTLY DYING WITH LAUGHTER. NOW TACHIHARA'S SCREAMING WITH HIM FOR A WHOLE DIFFERENT REASON, AND HE'S BURIED HIS FACE IN CHUUYA'S SHOULDER CAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO FACE THE WORLD ANYMORE AND HE'S LIKE, "I WANNA GO HOOOOOOOOOOME. FAAAAAAACK!!!!"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY AT THIS- I'M SORRY I DIDN'T NOTICE BEFORE!?!? I'M GOING TO ASSUME THAT YOU GOT OVER ME, BUT HOW DID THAT GO!?!?!" That's when Gin became an actual fucking hyena, that demonic laugh would literally haunt the two red heads for the next two months- It was such a sad question to ask cause Tachi did not handle it well at all

TACHIHARA JUST FUCKING BLANKS, FALLS BACK AND JUST COVERS HIMSELF, HE'S SO ASHAMED AND GIN JUST STRAIGHT UP EXPOSES HIM LIKE, "He cried for three months-" and just starts wheezing again like a fucking hyena. Higuchi's trying to give Tachi a hug but she's laughing her ass off and my poor boy just cryin' like, "I JUST WANTED A KISS! I WOULD HAVE BEEN SATISFIED WITH A KISS GOD DAMNIT-"

"YOU CRIED FOR THREE- YOU KNOW WHAT, TAKE YOUR FUCKING KISSES YOU DESERVE AT LEAST THAT-" Chuuya didn't even fucking hesitate. Just grabbed his face and gave him two kisses on both of his cheeks. "YOU ARE ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND I WILL SHOW MY AFFECTION HOW I FUCKING PLEASE- AND I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY.“

Tachihara fucking ascends to HEAVEN. HIGUCHI'S LIKE "AAAAW" AND TACHIHARA'S SO EMBARRASSED BUT HE'S SO FUCKING HAPPY MAN, HE'S SATISFIED, HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE FEELINGS NO MORE, HE'S JUST SO HAPPY TO GET HIS KISSES. And Akutagawa finally recovers and says, "Kissing your friends should be normalized more often, to be completely fair-"

Chuuya just snaps his attention to fucking Akutagawa like, "EXACTLY! YOU FUCKING KNOW THE SHIT, YOU FUCKING GET IT! ALL OF YOU GET OVER HERE SO I CAN KISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING FACES RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD-" Imagine Tachi just starts downright crying like "My dreams have come true-"

They all got kisses that day. Best day of Tachi's fucking life. Chuuya was literally the first peak of his bi crisis, Tanizaki the second. And Tachihara's just huggin' him while Chuuya's given them all kisses and somehow this just turned into a whole 'kissin' the homies' session. Man had tears of joy I swear to god-

#GiveTachiGoodThings

#KisstheHomies

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So. It was chaos-

I generally ship TachiTani and SKK, but this hc right here? That Tachi was pining over Chuuya for a while? I’m taking this with me to the grave. I love it so damn much. Tachihara deserves more damn content, and the idea of this just gives me so much serotonin.

#DJC Rambles #ramble rattle w/ sis #headcanon #this was so fucking hectic #take it now #or not

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moonxsuncelestials · 2 years

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What If I Want to be Yours? (Part 1)

Feeling Yun’s claws on his chest, the precious smaller dragon kneading into him as he thrusted his hips, teasing the dragon’s prostate. “Dammit, Starfire yer makin’ this country demon want to breed ya.” He growled as his best friend laughed.

Yun made a quip about the other being no country devil. “Then breed me, Beelze~. Breed and mark me as your mate.” He mewled. “NOW.”

“Such a demanding little brat.” Beelzebub growled into Yun’s ear. Just as he was kissing Yun and earning another cute mewl from the dragon, rearing to do as the other asked-

BZZZZT!!! BZZZZT!!! BZZZZT!!! BZZZZT!!! ALERT!! ALERT!

“What in the Nine FUCKIN HELLS?!” He was jolted awake by his alarm which everyone in the house heard him throw. And making contact with the wall, resulting in a loud crash then thud. “Gods dammit...” He growled before flopping back onto his bed. This was getting ridiculous...these dreams of him actually making love to Yun were getting out of hand. It would never happen, Yun was still heavily scarred from Ptolemy’s attack and whilst most of his elder siblings would have pounced; no scratch that, he knew that Satan would have pounced on him had it not threaten the alliance with Sai Gong.

Looking down, he saw he was still hard as a rock which had him growling more as he went to take a shower before he started the day on his chores. He really might pop over to Asmodeus’s night club and grab a feminine incubus-but that was disrespectful to Yun too. He hit slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a crater in the wall and that only pissed him off further.

Need to fuckin’ calm down. Ya love Starfire, he is always on my mind. But I can’t keep doing this…I have-I want him so much. I want my best friend to be mine forever and I have to accept that I’ll never get to make love with him. It was hard, controlling himself like this.

Oh sure, he could have continuously used lust dust on Yun bind him with a contract but…well, that’s not Beelzebub. He loves and values his friendship with Yun far too much to jeopardize it like that. Guess Mammon is right…I’ll never be a full devil given that I’m still thinkin’ like an angel. Whatever that meant…If he was honest, Mammon could go fall into a lava pit to drown. Sighing as he calmed down, he soon went on about his day and during lunch called up his big brother. The annual meeting was soon, their New Years was about a month away and so was harvest season. Plus Yun’s visits would be far and between since Oct. 31st was the day he and Yue often returned to the world of the living.

Well, Yue more since she has a husband and four kids, the entire Oasis to rule over. Yun often just would retreat to his area or he would hang about Hell a bit longer til he had to leave.

“Hey, it’s me. Can it Lulu I’m in no mood, just wanna talk to Oz real quick.” Beelzebub grumbled as he heard the Demon Lord of Lust shoo off Lucifer. He had to smile softly, already seeing it as he then heard that velvety smooth voice putting him at ease. “Before you ask, yes. It happened again.”

“Ara? And he revealed a new kink did he?” Asmodeus asked with a playful hint in his voice causing Beelzebub to blush. “Beelzebub Morpheus Leclair, you need to talk to Yun.” Beelzebub shivered at his whole name being said on top of the way Asmodeus used that hypnotic tone. “Talk to your dragon, Beelze. It’s high time you made how you felt known. Clear the air as the humans say~”

Easier said than done, was what he wanted to quip back. But Asmodeus was right, and the two could be friends with benefits if they decided that being an official couple was far too much of a hassle. Sure, they wouldn’t be able to reap the full benefits, such as fighting off the harpies that wanted both men for personal gain; Beelzebub wasn’t stupid. There were those who wanted both him and Yun for their status. “Beelze…in all seriousness, talk to your best friend. I’d do it while you have the chance.”

Sighing, the Demon Lord of Gluttony agreed and thanked his big brother for his help. “Why don’t you two make dinner plans as well? Don’t you have movie night coming up?”

“If he doesn’t have plans with Hades or the boys.” The youngest Demon Lord replied.

“See? Give him a ring and good luck, Beelze. Let me know how it goes, okay?” Beelzebub smiled and nodded, before he hung up. Sighing and shaking himself, he gulped and called up his best friend’s cell phone. “Good thing Hades made sure these things worked in his realm.”

#nsfpvish #lemon #drabble #drabble: what if i want to be yours

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violaceum-vitellina-viridis · 12 days

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Top 9 No-Skip Albums, as tagged by @concertconfetti. this was,,, so fucking hard oh my god, I have so fucking many no-skip albums, narrowing it down to a top 9 was,,, hhhhhh. I made several decisions in the direction of "accurate representation of my music taste" and “formative to me as a person” because if I tried to pick favorites I was literally never going to narrow this bitch down at all.

tagging @storm-and-starlight and uhhhhhh anyone else who wants to do this you can say I tagged you :D

personal lore explanations under the cut!

these are not in any particular order, to be clear, because as stated narrowing this down was a bitch and a half so I'm definitely not trying to rank shit

▶ Folie à Deux by Fall Out Boy

to be entirely honest, the entirety of Fall Out Boy's discography is no-skips the whole way down, but Folie was the very first full album of theirs I heard so obviously it has pride of place. this album is so fucking good, okay, and I'm so glad that people are coming around to how much of a banger it is but like Vinn said in theirs, I AM going to be on the "I loved this album before it was cool" train for eternity.

favorite song: Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes

▶ Endgame by Rise Against

almost all of Rise Against's discography is also no-skips for me, but this one came out when I was in middle / high school and obsessed with dystopian fiction so it made An Impression. it's also the album that has Make It Stop on it, a song written about the rash of queer suicides that made national and international news in September 2010; as a queer kid and Rise Against fan who was heavily affected by those suicides and everything surrounding the media about them, it was incredibly formative for me.

favorite song: Make It Stop (September's Children)

▶ DIVISIONS by Starset

Starset is another band whose entire discography is no-skips the whole way down. they are in fact my absolute favorite band -- I have shaved their logo into my hair before, I have four tattoos on my fingers that correspond to 4 of their songs, and I've done VIP for every one of their Utah shows since 2018. this album is the winner out of all of theirs because it contains several of my most favorite songs by them and also every song on this album is an absolute banger live.

favorite song: Other Worlds Than These

▶ Wretched and Divine: The Story of the Wild Ones by Black Veil Brides

look, I was an emo/scene kid. what do you want from me. this album of theirs wins over We Stitch These Wounds entirely because this one is an Album™, meant to be listened to in order as it tells a story. it was also formative to me as a person because it came out when I was in high school. recently I relistened to this album through again and experienced the full spectrum of human emotions.

favorite song: tie between Resurrect the Sun and Overture, possibly just those two as a pair

▶ Ceremonials by Florence + the Machine

the first time I listened to this album all the way through was shortly after a good friend died in high school, and the opening song Only If For A Night straight up gutted me alive (positive). the rest of the album proceeded to fundamentally rewire me as a person.

favorite song: Heartlines

▶ Excommunication by Tyler Glenn

as an ex-mormon I am contractually obligated to love this album, and tbh even if I wasn’t, I would still love it. it’s an incredibly fantastic look at the up-down-sidways of a faith crisis – something that’s both a crisis, a terrible thing to experience, and also a kind of rebirth into freedom. I have,,, a lot of feelings about this album and Tyler Glenn okay.

favorite song: Black Light or Devil

▶ Pressure Machine by The Killers

The Killers said, “hey, Utah fans, do you want to know what it feels like to be flayed alive?” and then did not wait for an answer. oh my god, this album is,,, so much. it’s an ode to small town mormon Utah and it’s brutal in the best goddamn way. I genuinely tear up every time I listen through it, and some days I cannot listen to it at all for fear of dissolving into a puddle of sobs. I almost never hear one song without just going and listening to the whole album through, too.

favorite song: Sleepwalker

▶ Pins and Needles by The Birthday Massacre

I don’t even know what to say about this album, I just adore it so much. the poetry and word play and cool music, it’s just. so goddamn good. honorable mention to Walking With Strangers by them as well, but this one won entirely because it’s the one I listen to through/on repeat the most.

favorite song: Two Hearts

▶ Dark Is the Way, Light Is a Place by Anberlin

once again with a band whose entirety discography is straight bangers the whole way down, but again: this was formative to who I am as a person. it was one of the first albums I ever owned (alongside Cities by them as well), and I have seriously considered getting the album title tattooed. I probably will at some point if I can figure out a design and place for it.

favorite song: Pray Tell

additional honorable mentions because FUCK it was so motherfucking hard to narrow this down:

▶ The Horror and The Wild and Ruin by The Amazing Devil

▶ Let The Ocean Take Me by The Amity Affliction

▶ A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out by Panic! At the Disco

▶ Atlas I and Atlas II by Sleeping At Last

▶ Post Traumatic by Mike Shinoda

▶ For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert

▶ BADLANDS by Halsey

#about me #music #tag game #fob #starset #see how the honorable mentions is the same length as the list?#IT COULD BE SIGNIFICANTLY LONGER.#i am not kidding i have so many albums i don't skip on #i love music so much okay

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n1n3l · 1 year

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News.

Hello friend. It´s been a long road here since we last spoke.

I have something to say in deffense of life, it is *possible*. However, does not get easier, like, ever. I own a bed right now and it´s pretty great to be able to smoke in it (not a single worry in the world).

Gonna miss my best friend, who let me live with her at the mall (I know, such a dream right? country-side girl gets to live in a mall) she’s the best at being a friend. I still have so much to learn from her.

Now, I get that it’s real. I’m on my own now. No mom. No dad. A possible variant form of boyfriend, still, he’s my rock. Without him I get lost so easily, I fall and crash everytime I try to unlove him.

It’s an adventure, you know? my lifetime. You’ve got time enough to watch me go to a boarding school, come back, live through the pandemics, depression, eating disorders; yet now you’re here to see me as - almost - a full functioning member of society. We hide so many things, don’t we?

I mean, my most favourite thing within the human experience is to keep a secret. It’s a tiny portion of truth which not only gives me control over myself, but over others as well. You can not betray me because of secrets. It’s unlimited source of power, entertainmnent for those who don’t recognize the feeling of guilt.

My second best thing, is of course, a good lie. God, how many times must I say: honest people are a fairytale. Out here, in the real world, the jungle, we know wich truths to tell and when, it’s not the other way around. Want a job? lie. Want a girl? lie. Want a house? lie. Want to sell? lie. Want to buy? lie. That proves by itself: the devil won, at least, up until now. We should stop being such hypocrates, you know what I’m talking about.

That pretty girl you walked by this morning is a terrible human being, but so are you.

I wish I could focus on things that matter, like work. That’s what I’m talking about. I want to be able to function, because now I’m my own mother. God, life is so difficult as an adult. You get to see how dirty you’re williing to ger your hands for a piece of paper. Being a human in late capitalist society is the toughest journey a soul could possible get.

We are here, sitting, watching the whole world as we know collapse. I feel joy, hope, I sing and dance with the odds of a better place being born; it still terrifies many. I will explain to you, dear reader, why I see great things comming from the war horizon: “I hope that when the World comes to an end I can breathe a sign of relief. Because I know there will be so much to look forward to”

Stupid people make hatred of violence their whole personality, when it’s actually the other way around. Look around, don’t you see? violence is everywhere, it has created just as much as it has destroyed. Chaos is needed in times when men think they’re God, beyond all human limitations (including the violent instinct). You are not God. You can’t change your chromossomes. You can’t change your bone structure, nonetheless, you live the entire existence the same way you entered.

Don’t be a fool. Everything was broken by the real players, we just watch.

Welp

this was stuck in my throat. Will write actual news the next time

Hasta luego

XOXO, LONELY&PATHETIC

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 3 years

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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao

What Does the Fox Say - ao3

“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”

Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.

Her schedule was packed!

“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”

“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”

How unreliable. Men.

She sighed.

“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”

She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.

“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”

She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?

“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”

Her hands stilled.

“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”

She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.

“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”

The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.

Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.

“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”

“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”

She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.

“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”

“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”

“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”

“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”

“But – Nie-gongzi –”

Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.

“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”

She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.

“– can’t you do something?”

“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”

Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”

He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.

It was awful.

She couldn’t bear it.

“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”

“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”

The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).

“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”

“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”

When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.

That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.

Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.

Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.

No one ever found out what happened.

Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.

It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.

The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.

Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?

“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”

Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.

Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”

Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.

“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”

Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.

The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.

Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.

Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.

In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.

Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.

A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.

Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.

He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.

They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…

Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.

It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.

She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.

And next to her…

The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…

Jin Guangyao swallowed.

He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.

And oh, what advantages it had…!

“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.

“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”

“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”

His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”

Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.

Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”

Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?

“It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.

“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”

She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.

It was that type of smile.

You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?

“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”

Her smile widened.

“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”

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