#tak is also here but just barely

[extradimensional-superghost]

some sketches from the past few months featuring pilot dib in a few diff AUs

#mine #invader zim #iz pilot dib #pilot dib #dib membrane #sketch #songs references are #'circles and squares' by we were promised jetpacks #'be gay do drugs hail satan' by super cassette #'laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)' by will wood #these are from a few diff AUs--mostly spaceghost and membrats #tak is also here but just barely #and the wife in question is still zim

[mismatched-sockss]

Kiss it better

» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader » Wordcount: 2,4k » Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, non-sexual nudeness and touching (except for maybe a short allusion but emily turns reader down), reader has female anatomy (breasts are mentioned), mentions of unsub beating up reader and the resulting injuries, reader takes unspecified pain medication, pet names (honey, my love, baby) » A/N: no detailed body description --- pls take a look here for more info about my reader descriptions in general

You tried to muffle the pained groan when you leaned into the shower to turn the water on, so Emily wouldn't hear. You didn't want her to worry her again. Still, not even five seconds later she slithered into the bathroom, almost slipping on the floor with her socked feet as she ran to the door.

"What are you doing?", she asked warily, her brows furrowed as she watched you like a hawk.

"Taking a shower?" You slowly turned to her and simultaneously started to unbutton your shirt. Your knuckles ached slightly from the movement, but the pain was not bad enough that you would have to stop.

"Yes, I can see that. Why are you doing it alone?"

"Because I'm a grown woman and can tak- ow!" Pain shot through your whole upper body when you shrugged the shirt off and moved your arm wrong. You tried to breathe through the pain and shot Emily a thankful smile when she helped you to fully remove your shirt.

She gasped when she saw the full extent of your injuries when she turned back to you after she threw your shirt into the laundry basket. She had been busy dealing with the Unsub and the local police earlier when the EMTs checked you, so she only knew what happend from what you told the team. This was the first time she saw the result of what the man had done to you.

Hotch had sent you to interview a potential witness, but when you knocked on the door the guy freaked when he saw your credentials. You fought with him but he got a couple of good kicks in once he had you on the floor.

Luckily you only had a couple of small wounds were the skin on your knuckles had split from the punches you were able to land, a cracked rib or two and a slight concussion. The big bruise that covered your right side looked really bad; it reached over half your stomach and your ribs up to your shoulder blade, shining in an angry mixture of different shades of red and purple.

As long as you moved with caution the pain was manageable so far and the bruises looked a lot worse than your injuries actually were. You could only imagine how bad it must look to Emily right now.

"Oh honey", she breathed out as she stepped closer. She reached out for you, her fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulder as she traced them along the bruise. Even though the bathroom had gotten warmer as it slowly filled with the steam from the hot water, her touch send a shiver down your spine and goosebumps started rising on your skin. "I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you."

You smiled at her as you took her hand between yours. "It's not your fault, okay?" You squeezed her hand and started to draw soothing circles on her skin with your thumb. "We had no way of knowing that Keller was the Unsub, when I left to interview him. And I was the one who insisted I would be fine on my own. Also, you already were halfway to the M.E.s office by then, so you wouldn't have been there either way."

"Still. Reid could have gone to talk to the M.E. alone. Then I could have gone with you." Emily raised her other hand to your cheek and softly stroked her thumb over your cheekbone. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know, baby. But I'm okay." You crooked your head to the side as you leaned into her palm and rolled your eyes as you corrected yourself, because physically you were far from okay. "Okay, more like I'll live."

"You better...", she pouted.

You laughed and after she joined in, a sign that the tension was slowly leaving her, you leaned in to close the space between you both and kissed her.

Emily smiled when you parted and nodded her head to the running shower. "Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you to take off the rest of your clothes and then took off her own so she could join you in the shower. She insisted to do all the work and ordered you to "just stand there and look pretty."

The both of your stepped inside the shower stall and a deep sigh left your lips when the warm water hit your skin, immediately relaxing your tense muscles. The water pressure was light enough that it didn't hurt when it landed on your skin.

Emily reached behind you to grab one of the bottles and signaled you to turn around and face away from her, before she flipped the lid and squeezed some of the flowery smelling stuff into her hand. You closed your eyes when she started to shampoo your hair, her fingers gently massaging your head. She giggled when you hummed. “Feels good?”, she asked. You just hummed again and let your head fall back. When she was done with the shampoo, she unhooked the shower head and rinsed your hair out, then she worked some of the conditioner in as well. Every step - shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse - she softly massaged your scalp.

She proceeded to lather her hands up with shower gel. While she was doing so she planted a small kiss onto your right shoulder, right above the edge of your bruise. Emily's hands glided over your skin, washing your arms and your back, and she made sure to move over your injuries as softly as she could so she wouldn't hurt you.

By the time she made you turn back around, her touch had done much more to you than just washing your body. With a new portion of shower gel she started on your collar bones and worked her way down, over your breasts and stomach.

Your breathing quickened and you put your left hand on her waist to pull her closer. You tried to kiss her, but Emily turned her face away and chuckled. “Nope.”

“Mean”, you said and pouted. She kissed your nose before she bend down to wash your legs.

"I'm not being mean, but you are hurt. You'll have to wait until you're better, my love." She looked up at you and the sight alone - Emily on her knees in front of you and the way she was looking into your eyes, paired with her hands on your thighs - almost drove you insane. Like you said. Mean.

You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. "Why do you have to be so responsible?"

"Because I love you and because I'm your boss."

"Just because you've been in the BAU longer than me, doesn't make you my boss”, you laughed.

Emily shrugged, a wide smile on her lips. "Tomato, tomato. It's pretty much the same thing."

After the both of you were done in the bathroom - freshly showered, bodies lotioned and dressed in comfortable clothes - Emily gave you some pain killers and sat you down on the couch so she could apply new bandages on your hand.

“It's really not that bad”, you said. She held your right hand in both of hers, examining your knuckles - split skin accompanied with light red bruises that were already turning purple.

She shook her head. “It's bad enough. Just let me do this, please?” Emily didn't wait for your answer, didn't even look up at you, before she dabbed some disinfectant on your knuckles; then she wrapped the new bandage around your hand.

“Okay”, you breathed out, giving in. You could tell she still blamed herself that you got hurt, heard it in the way her voice had cracked just now. If dressing your wounds and tending to your every needs would help that she felt better about it, you'd let her.

You didn't blame her. Or even Hotch. The only person at fault was Keller. But you knew, that if the roles were reversed and Emily would have gotten injured in the field while you weren't around, you would blame yourself as well. Probably even if you would have been around.

So you let her do her thing. You let her fix you something to eat, let her wrap you up in a cozy blanket and let her brush your hair. You would lie if you would say, that you didn't like it.

It was still early enough in the evening that you had time to cuddle up on the couch with each other and watch TV while sharing a tub of ice cream. Emily had you sitting between her legs, your back to her chest, so she could hold you without you having to lie on your side. One of her hands had found its way back into your hair, her fingers playing with your hair and untangling the knots that were back in your hair after she had brushed it earlier.

You had stopped paying attention to the TV a long time ago, fully focusing and enjoying her touch. From time to time you felt her planting a quick kiss here and there - the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder.

Slowly but surely it lulled you to sleep, you eyelids getting heavier by the minute. You adjusted your position, turning your head to the side to lean your forehead against her neck. Just when you were about to drift off, your hand slit off Emily's thigh and it collided with the empty ice cream container next to you. You jumped, not because it hurt your hand but because it had startled you in your half conscious state. Immediately after you doubled over in pain; which you regretted the second you did it as it only made it worse.

“Woah, hey, hey.” Emily grabbed your shoulders to hold you steady.

Tears shot into your eyes and you whimpered. It felt like your whole right side was on fire. Now with the sudden movement and since you had rested for a while, your more than sore muscles ached even more than they had before.

A sob fought its way out of your throat and before you knew it, you were full on crying. The crying didn't make it better: your head started to pound again, your side got worse as your body shook with every sob and when you started to hyperventilate your ribs violently protested against having to hold your lungs in.

Emily held you against her, making sure to not hurt you any further of course, and brushed the hair from your forehead. She stroked your hair as she was trying to calm you and she whispered “Shhh, it's okay... It's okay. Just breath.” into your ear over and over again. It hurt her, that she couldn't do anything to help you, to ease your pain. To take the pain away.

It took a while for you to calm down, until your breath evened out and your sobs stopped, only soft whimpers leaving your lips now. Emily asked you if she could get you anything and when you asked for painkillers, she sighed and kissed the side of your head. “It's too early to take another dose. I'm sorry, baby. We-”

“I don't care”, you cried. “Please...”

For a short moment she fought with herself. She wanted to help you, but you only had taken the last pill about two hours ago; the prescription said to wait at least four hours between doses. But with one look into your eyes, she dismissed all caution and nodded. If it only had been 30 minutes, it would have been a different kind of story. And not keeping to the advised time frame one time, shouldn't hurt.

“Okay”, Emily breathed out and carefully got up to get the medication and a glass of water. When she came back, she took a seat next to you and placed the pill in your hand. You took it and after drinking some of the water you gave her the glass back. “Thank you.”

“Of course”, she said and placed the glass down. “Why don't we get you into bed, huh?”

You just nodded. All you wanted to do right now was sleep. You were so tired. From the day, from the crying, from the pain.

“Do you want to go now, or do you want to wait a moment for the medication to work?”, she asked and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. God, you hoped the pain killers would work their magic quickly.

“Now please”, you said in a low voice.

Emily took your hand and helped you stand up, walking you slowly over to your shared bedroom. You stopped at your side of the bed, waited for her to pull back the blanket and then carefully laid down with her help.

“I'll be right back”, she told you, once you were all set. While she was gone, you closed your eyes and hoped, that your pain would stop soon. It had dulled a bit by now and lying down had helped your body relax. Right now, your headache was hurting the most in your body. Luckily it had stopped pounding in the rhythm of your heartbeat, but there was still a constant, sharp pain that felt like your head was about to split open.

You laid your wrist over your eyes - the bandage felt both soft and rough on your skin – and you kept it there, not moving it even when a soft clink on your nightstand indicated Emily's return; presumably with a fresh glass of water. You could hear her walking around the room and shutting off the big room light before she climbed into bed.

She softly touched your wrist and moved it away from your face so she could hold your hand in both of hers in between your bodies. “Are you feeling better yet?”

You turned your head to look at her, watching her pull your hand closer to her face and planting the softest kisses on your bandaged knuckles, one by one. You smiled at her. “A bit, meds are slowly kicking in, I think.”

“Good”, Emily said as she smiled back at you from behind your hand. “I'm glad. Try to get some sleep.” She sat up slightly and supported her weight on her elbow so she could lean down. First, she kissed your lips, then she planted a kiss on your cheek and one on your eyebrow.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ghosts can write #❤️ e.p. #--- mismatched🧦

[fuctacles]

Trans is fine, but you better not be a Swiftie!

For @subeddieweek Day 5 | T | 1502 | cw: hinted transphobia | transfem Steve, PDA, rockstar Eddie, jealousy, possesive Stevie, bitchy Stevie | Ao3

It took the whole of Corroded Coffin to convince her to go to the concert. It may make her sound like an unsupportive girlfriend, but she hasn't been to any of their gigs in months. Eddie never complained about it, aware that metal concerts aren't for everyone, even if they do like the music. She's also hit a weird stage in her transition when she didn't feel like going to public events. 

But here she was, at their first solo concert, no festival to crutch on. In the newest band t-shirt, one she saw through every stage of designing, her tits barely making a dent (Eddie had a different opinion on that topic), while two skanks next to her had her cleavages on full display in their tiny cut-up t-shirts.

They were in the VIP lounge, waiting for the band to emerge from backstage. Stevie could have been there with them, but the rush and heat behind a concert like this gave her a worse headache than the actual music. So instead, she had to sit there with two textbook examples of a groupie. And one of them looked meaner than Carol, back from high school, when she didn't get her chocolate pudding.

"You sure you're in the right place?" one of them finally speaks up.

Stevie looks pointedly at her band t-shirt. 

"Is this not a Taylor Swift concert?" she asks, eyes going wide. The second girl presses her lips, holding back a laugh. The first one narrows her eyes, though. 

"Don't sass me, girlie, you know what I mean," she hisses. "Wearing plain jeans and a hoodie to meet Eddie Munson? That's so disrespectful."

Stevie wouldn't call her jeans plain. They were expensive mom-cut and made her ass look good. The girl didn't need to know she treated them like a premium version of sweatpants. And the hoodie was Eddie's. He gave it to her before going on stage tonight. 

She shrugs off her words.

"I don't think he'll mind."

The girl scoffs. 

"Oh, he's too nice to say anything, but he'll know you're a poser. Who goes to a metal concert dressed like that? He'd never go for you."

Stevie raises her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you," the girl barks back, nonsensically. Her friend touches her arm as if giving her a sign to back dial it down, but she either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore her. "You don't look like you're here for the music, hell, you probably can't name a single song!"

(Stevie named some of them herself.)

"So you must be here for Eddie," she concludes with a sneer. 

"Well, I am here for him," Stevie deadpans truthfully. This seems to further fuel her VIP lounge companion.

"Keep dreaming. He's into real metalheads," she says haughtily, popping the collar of her battle vest. It's so cartoonish it takes everything from Stevie not to burst out laughing. "What do you even listen to? Country?"

"Taylor Swift, I already told you."

"See, Eddie hates normies like you. Swifties are so fucking mainstream, you'll just embarrass yourself. Maybe you should go," she suggests with a pointed look.

Stevie gives her a pitying smile back. Clearly, she wasn't as big of a fan as she claimed to be if she hadn't seen the photos of Eddie in official Taylor Swift merch that were trending just a couple of months ago. 

"Eddie's looking for someone real, not a fake bitch like you."

She was going to play nice, but that was taking it too far. She felt her hackles rise and her face turned into a frown.

But before she could say anything, the second girl slapped her friend on the chest.

"What the fuck, dude?! You can't just say shit like that!"

"Like what?!" She slaps her back. "Do you think she actually cares about their music? She screams fake pop shit!" She throws her hand back, motioning at Stevie.

Who was too taken aback to react at this point.

"Fuck, I thought you were being transphobic." The girl lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"What?" The first girl takes a glance back at Stevie like she hasn't noticed before. It was kind of flattering, considering she wasn't that far in her transition, but she wouldn't take an idiot's oversight as a compliment. "I don't care about that! Mainstream music is a bigger sin than being transgender!"

"I'll drink to that."

The band chose this moment to appear at the steps to the lounge, Eddie raising the water bottle in his hand in a mock cheer. 

"Eddie!" The two girls stand up in unison, and it takes all of Stephanie's willpower not to roll her eyes. Instead, she gives a wry smile to Jeff, who seems to be in a similar state of mind.

"We're here too, you know," he murmurs under his breath. 

Gareth nudges his arm.

"Well, I'm glad they're not here for me," he whispers back.

Stevie snorts after hearing that, but the girls are none the wiser, too preoccupied with their beloved frontman.

"Hello ladies, hope you didn't wait too long," he greets them, accepting their enthusiastic hugs and letting them kiss his cheek. 

Stevie keeps her face carefully neutral.

"It's okay, we know you're exhausted after the concert." The first girl smiles sweetly at him, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Stevie not to gag at the shift in attitude. "I'd wait the whole night to meet you." She might need a bucket right now.

Eddie laughs nervously, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

"Ashley and Xena, right?" he asks.

"I'm Xena!" The girl exclaims, clearly proud of her unusual name. Stevie does roll her eyes this time.

Gareth appears in front of her, snickering, and she punches him softly in the thigh before raising the same fist to fist bump him. He offers her the tray of cookies he picked up from the table.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She shrugs and picks up one of the cookies. "Thanks."

He nods and retreats to one of the couches. There are three of them, set up in a triangle around a table with snacks and drinks. Which is very convenient, making Stevie think Chrissy has planned it out.

"You already know them, but it's rude not to introduce my friend." Eddie grins, making room for the rest of the band to properly greet the fans. "This is Jeff, Gareth, and Grizzly the Teddy-bear. He gives the best hugs," he says with a grin. Ted rolls his eyes.

"Just Ted is fine. But I do give the best hugs." He grins.

Eddie leaves them to it and finally goes to sit next to his girlfriend, throwing his arms over the back of the sofa and sinking into the cushions.

"I'm so tired," he groans. 

"Too tired to greet me properly?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She can feel the eyes of the other girls on them.

"Never." Eddie raises his head immediately. "Sorry, baby." He leans in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves her head away.

"I said properly," she repeats, but her tone shifts into her more authoritative one. He hesitates for a millisecond, but his eyes don't even shift away to look at their surroundings. Stevie enjoys the power trip, seeing him uncaring of who's looking and where they are.

"Of course, sorry," he amends, straightening up to go in for a proper kiss.

He lets out a surprised whimper when she dominates it immediately, grasping his chin and claiming his mouth like she's been starving for it throughout the whole concert. Eddie goes limp in her grasp, but she wants to make it clear who he belongs to. She grabs his knee possessively, angling him even more towards her, and her other hand moves from his chin to his hair. His locks are damp with sweat after the concert, but she doesn't mind, because it's exactly how she likes him. Dirty, unkempt, falling apart under her hands. 

She tugs at his hair, messing further the haphazard bun he's tied it into. He sighs, melting further into her, and it makes it easier to grasp his thighs and pull him into her lap. They finally part with a wet smack, and she can look into her boyfriend's glossy eyes.

"There's my good boy," she praises. "Hi."

"Hi," he croaks back with a dazed smile.

"Booo, get a room!" one of their friends speaks up. 

Eddie groans and hides in the crook of her neck, too weak from the kiss to face the teasing yet. So Stevie takes over the social interaction for him, lacing her hands together at the small of his back while he collects himself. She sticks out her tongue to Gareth.

"Shut up, we'll behave now," she says, before turning to the two girls, her jaws shattered on the floor and there to stay for her to stomp on. She smiles charmingly at them. "You guys were saying?"

Shameless plug: @stevieweek

#cj x subeddieweek #subeddieweek #sub eddie week #sub eddie munson #steddie #stevierything #transfem stevie harrington #transfem stevie #stevie harrington #transfem steve harrington #transfeminine steve harrington #trans steve harrington

[jeonqkooks]

obs drabble request for when jk and oc ditch class for the day to do something spontaneous 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

our beloved summer; a drabble

"I can't believe I let you talk me into ditching class."

"Y/N, it's an elective class. And you told me you handed in your midterm paper last week. You'll live."

"I would've preferred to maintain a perfect attendance rate!" You roll your eyes, but you still settle down next to him on a bench in the middle of this empty park near the store that Jungkook just dragged you to half an hour ago. It's a beautiful spring day, flowers blossoming all around you, painting everything in vibrant colors, eclipsing the residual melancholy of winter. Part of you is glad that you let him kidnap you from class; you prefer this to being stuck indoors for most of the afternoon anyway. "Whatever. Take your photo."

Your boyfriend grins brightly like a child in a candy store, admiring the ring on your finger before he kisses your hand. The fleeting feeling of his lips on your skin makes you soften, eases the harmless furrow between your brows that never held much annoyance in the first place.

The thick clay ring on your finger is heavy and uncomfortable, but you have to admit it's cute. Silly and might be more appropriate for a 7-year-old child, but it's cute. It's adorned with SpongeBob's face, two buck teeth and giant doe eyes and all. You would've loved shit like this when you were a kid.

He's wearing a matching one on his finger too, though his is pink instead of yellow, Patrick Star instead of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Jungkook holds his polaroid camera with one arm outstretched, while his free hand raises to fit into the photo, showcasing his ring for the shot. You scooch closer to him, mimicking his pose to display your yellow accessory. It takes him to a brief moment to adjust the angle, and before he snaps the photo, you press your lips to his cheek. You feel his bunny grin widen, and for a second you worry that the brilliance of it might just blind the camera.

The photo comes out a bit blurry, a bit out of focus, though it still managed to capture your happy faces and the rings, the carefree crinkle of his eyes and the pink tint on his cheeks. You know instantly that this is one of your favorite photos that you two will ever take.

"Okay, so what are we doing now?" you ask, watching him tuck the polaroid safely into his wallet.

"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

"What do you mean you don't know? You abducted me."

He shrugs casually. "We could just sit here then. Enjoy the sun."

"You abducted me just to sit around?"

"Stop saying I abducted you. I'm your boyfriend."

You make a face, as if to try to weasel the last word in and argue that yes, Jungkook did abduct you today. Yes, he's also your boyfriend. Both of these things can be true.

Nonetheless, you still let your head rest upon his shoulder, still let his arm wound around your frame to hold you closer. You don't remember the last time you allowed yourself to be in the sun and enjoy a nice day out without worrying about getting ahead of schoolwork or internships. It's nice, like time has stopped for a while just for you to relish the feeling of warm sunshine on your skin.

"I get sleepy if I stay in the sun for too long," you say, already sensing it creeping up from behind your eyelids.

"Then sleep. Just do nothing for the rest of the day," he murmurs, angling his face to the right so he can press a kiss against your forehead. "I know you barely slept last night."

You didn't tell him that you did, in fact, stay up until 5:30AM, hunched over your notebook, trying to finish a piece that you wanted to submit for an internship application. The only person you did tell was Taehyung, when you texted him in the middle of the night with a bunch of keyboard smashes to complain about how tired you were.

You call his name softly, as gentle as the cherry blossom petal that sways in front of you before it falls to the ground. "Did you get me to skip class just so I would take a nap?"

Jungkook's reply is immediate, a half-steady No, but you know he's lying. He has a tell when he lies, one that makes the end of his sentences come out with a tiny lilt, makes his voice go just a note higher.

Looking down at your hands resting next to each other, you keep your lips pursed as your chest tightens. He'd convinced you to miss class because he knew you wouldn't do it on your own accord just to stay home and catch up on sleep. The rings catch on some light, the pit of your stomach catches on some butterflies. Jungkook is warmer than spring itself.

You intertwine your fingers and close your eyes, mostly because you feel them start to burn and you'd rather not dwell on that thought right now. You'd rather focus on the weight of the ring on your finger and how comforting your hand feels in his, how his thumb rubs over your skin back and forth like he always does.

The thought that Jungkook cares about you enough to make up a dumb excuse just so you would care about yourself more - you'll have to shelve it away for later, to mull over when you're alone.

"Love you," you say quietly, squeezing his hand once.

More petals fall. Another kiss pressed against your forehead. "I love you too."

#i started writing this one in september. the rings were supposed to be an inside joke. this aged like milk. oh well #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fic #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fic #jungkook #bts #fic: our beloved summer

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 3

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 2440

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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The night passed, you getting only a few hours of sleep. Part of it was because strangers were in your space, and the amount of zombies banging to get in.

You stretched and got out of bed, your warm feet coming in contact with the cold floor assisting in waking you up.

As you stepped into the living room, you saw Gojo already awake, staring through a small crack in the boarded-up window. He turned his head, giving you a light smile.

The first-years stirred in their sleep, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings.

"We should be able to leave once they wake up." He stretches his limbs and makes his way to the couch, sitting on Megumi's legs, which causes him to frown in his sleep. "Staying here isn't a long term solution." He adds.

"Why not? I've snaked by." You say and sit across from the man.

"You really think you can survive the rest of your life here, by yourself?" He asks. "How will you know if there's a cure, or a base for the rest of humanity?"

You think for a moment. He was right, but the gangs were too risky and dangerous to join now. "I guess I wouldn't."

He nods, knowing he was correct. "You should come with us."

"I barely know any of you." You chuckle, "How do I know-"

"If we had bad intentions, we would've already have gone through with them." He cuts you off, "Besides, I think we could be a useful team."

You sigh, "I don't know if I can just go with a bunch of strangers."

Gojo thinks for a moment, "Okay, I have an idea. How about every day we both share something intimate. That way we get to know each other more." He proposes.

"I get to ask something?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yes." He nods.

"You're very adamant on me joining you guys." You laugh.

"We've run into trouble with other gangs, so I kinda want to form my own group. One with plans to survive long-term and not just steal." He goes on, "And I think having you would increase our defense and you're smart so who knows what kinda medical stuff you can do."

You quietly thank him and think for a moment. "Okay, it's a deal. I'll join." He smiles widely, but not for long as Megumi kicks his side, causing him to groan.

"Get off me." He mumbles.

"You guys are loud." Itadori rubs his eyes and sits up.

"Sorry." You say, "What now?" You ask Gojo who's massaging his side.

"We pack up and leave." He stands.

"Now? Do you even have an idea of where to go?" You say, waking up the first-years, they sit up and listen.

"I want to find some of my other students.. and friends." He says. "We found a small base, it looks like military, but it's covered in barbed wire and who knows if the electric fence still works— what I'm getting at is I have no idea if it's taken already."

"So where are we gonna go while we find your friends?" You say and follow him to the kitchen.

"We'll go to the school that I teach at, that's where we've been staying. There's still some areas around here I haven't gone to look at for my friends." He says and grabs a granola bar.

"That's mine." You frown.

"It's ours now, we're teamed up now." He laughs. "Better get to packing, I want as much daylight as I can get."

You nod and head back towards your room, "I have some food in the kitchen, help yourselves." You softly smile at the students.

You couldn't believe you were leaving the solace of your home, but you knew the man was right. You have barely any idea of what's going on in the outside world.

You grab your backpack and begin filling it with clothes and other necessities you needed. You also felt a little better about this whole apocalypse now that you have others and you're not just alone.

You take one last look at your bedroom and sigh, shutting the door and walking back into the living room. The first years were all in the kitchen with their teacher.

Their heads all turn when they hear your footsteps. "You ready?" Gojo asks.

"I think so." You clutch the handle on your bag. The five of you head out, each first year and Gojo carrying a backpack as well with stuff from your place that was deemed useful.

You've briefly heard of the school Gojo taught at. You had to be either insanely intelligent to pass their exams or you'd pay your way in. It didn't surprise you that the school was beautiful.

Gojo looks around more shutting the door and boarding it up. You're all glad there were no run ins with zombies or people. The building was cold, almost cold enough to see your breath.

"Is there a fireplace anywhere?" You ask, standing awkwardly, not sure where anything was.

"No," Gojo chuckles, "Why do you think we all wear so many layers?"

You smile nervously, your apartment had a fireplace so this would be new for you. It was always risky to have it on because of the smoke from your chimney, but nothing had happened to you.

"And cuddle while we sleep." Itadori smiles widely and attempts to hug megumi, only to be pushed off.

You were smiling at the interaction, Nobara walks back into the room a little out of breath, the mood instantly changes, her face is full of worry. "I think someone broke in."

Gojo's demeanor changes, "Show me." You all followed behind him, you could feel the anger in his footsteps. Glass shards were shattered all over the floor, furniture was thrown around and some broken pieces scattered around the room.

The cold air filled the room more intensely than it did before, swaying the curtains. Gojo sighs, "Anything missing?"

Nobara shrugs and begins to look around the room, your eyes catch the floor, eyeing some muddy footsteps. You begin to follow them, two pairs of steps went towards the kitchen and another two went to the living room.

You're surprised at how you didn't see some of the cabinets flung open, food was basically nonexistent, it was all gone.

"They took some blankets and whatnot. We had all of our weapons with us when we went to your place, so we didn't lose much." Gojo informs you as, he too, followed the muddy footsteps.

"All the foods gone." You turn around, now facing his huge stature. Gojo sighs and rubs his forehead.

"I knew they'd try and get us." He says.

"You know who did it?" You're puzzled.

"I have an idea of who." He clears up, "We're gonna be eating up your food then. I was hoping to be able to ration it." The first years come back into the kitchen.

"Is it safe for us to sleep here?" Nobara brings up, "Cause I don't feel safe."

"We could have someone keep watch?" Itadori proposes.

Gojo shakes his head, "We're gonna have to sleep here, we have nowhere else to go."

"What about Y/n's place?" Megumi says, "it's warmer there too."

"We'll lose too much daylight going back, I wanted to look for Nanami and the second-years here." Gojo says, you have no idea who he's talking about, but the group of three stiffen at the mention.

"I can take first shift, do you mind taking the second?" Gojo turns to you.

"If you're all okay with it, of course." You agree, no objections were made so you nodded. Gojo cleared the place once more, making sure nobody was hiding.

"What now?" Megumi stares at Gojo, "The place is a mess."

"Are you still going out to search?" Itadori asks, rubbing his stomach as it growls.

"I can board up the openings," you offer, "It's gonna make a lot of noise so we'll attract some attention." You warn.

Gojo thinks for a moment before responding. His brows furrowed and his eyes glared at the ground. "That'll work, I don't want to risk leaving and not being able to get back in, the sound will be loud so we'll for sure be surrounded."

Nobara throws you a hammer and some nails while she carries some planks. The boys in the meantime cleaned and reorganized the place.

The last window was halfway boarded up, there were some light banging on the other side of place from the zombies, you'd have to make this quick.

"Will we have enough time to finish this one?" Nobara asks as she eyes the other boards.

"If I can hit the nails in two hits we should be okay." You grew a little worried, unsure if you'd be able to do it since all your other hits had taken 3-5 hits.

Nobara held the second to last board as you take a nail from your mouth and begin to hit it, groans from the zombies got closer and closer, making you panic internally.

"Last one." You say hitting as hard and precisely as you could, you'd manage to hit a few in just one go. Finally the board was finished, just in time as the zombies began to bang on that window.

"Nice job." Gojo smiles as he walks into the bedroom, "I warmed up some dinner for us." He motions for the two of you to follow.

"Your cleaning could use some work." Nobara eyes the kitchen and living room.

"I thought I did good." Gojo frowns, handing you a bowl of soup. Your fingers grazed his for a second, they were freezing. You wonder to yourself if they're always that cold.

Nobara begins to banter with Itadori and Megumi on their housewife skills. The sight makes Gojo and you smile. Memories from before the apocalypse filled your mind, you missed working at the hospital.

The florescent lights were your home, taking care of patients and analyzing results brought a small smile to your face. You stopped yourself from daydreaming any further so you wouldn't get too sad.

To distract yourself you looked at Gojo, his blue eyes were already looking at you, his hair is disheveled, probably from running his hands through it so much. He clears his throat and sees your bowl is empty, he takes it from your hands and his chilling fingers meet your warm ones for what felt like forever.

A huge bang catches all of your attentions, muffled groans and moans could be heard from outside. You'd never get used to that, you're glad you weren't the only one that flinched this time.

"Your stove uses propane?" You clear your throat, the first years were tasked to bring in the buckets of rainwater collected from outside to be boiled.

"Yeah, was yours not?" He asks, making sure the water was clean and placing it over the flames.

"No," You sigh, "I ate all my stuff cold and showered cold too."

He laughs, "You're in luck now, huh."

You join his laughter and agree, but worries of how you're all going to survive kept flooding your mind. It was hard enough to feed yourself and stay somewhat hydrated already, now there were 5 of you, and by the looks of it, there'll be more later.

Occasional bangs and loud noises were heard making it hard for you to sleep, the cold also wasn't helping. The five of you all slept in one room, more bodies means more heat. You layered up on clothes, but your face was still cold.

Your "bed" was situated next to Gojo's, he was on first watch so you're not really sure where he is. You turned to your side again, frustrated from not being able to sleep, you get up to see if you could look outside to calm you down.

The door stayed open so you didn't make much noise getting up, you started to become more familiar with the layout of the place, you walked into the living room, you're not entirely surprised that Gojo was there.

He gives you a soft smile and pats a spot on the couch near him, "Can't sleep?"

You shake your head, another particularly loud bang startled you, making your heart race. Gojo notices, but says nothing.

"If you're tired you can end your shift early, it's okay." You say as you calm yourself again.

He stares at the floor while he answers, "I'm alright. I don't sleep much either way."

"Ever?" You ask and he shrugs, you look at his features to see any signs of sleep deprivation, but you find none. "That's not very good for you."

"I'm okay, doc, really." He lets out a breathy chuckle. "Thank you."

You're not sure what he's thanking you for, but you close your eyes for a moment, taking in the somewhat quiet space.

"What were you thinking about earlier." His question makes your eyes open and quickly a face of confusion washes over you. "During dinner." He explains.

You remember what he's talking about, "I was thinking about work."

He nods, "Do you miss it?"

"That's two questions, we agreed on one." You laugh.

"Huh?— oh," He lets out a toothy smile, "I guess it is."

Silence washes over the two of you for a while, he began to stare out the window in the small square he didn't cover.

"I miss it a lot." You break the silence, "What about your job?"

He looks back at you again, "I miss it too, who wouldn't miss the world before this." He extends his arms in front of him. "We had issues with some of the older folk at my job, so that I don't miss."

"You're looking for your friends too?" You add.

"That's two questions," he hits you back with what you told him, "but yes, I am, and some other students as well. They're all really gifted." A small smile curves on his lips, you notice they're kind of a cherry pink color. "You looking for any friends or family?"

"I watched most of my friends die, the outbreak was pretty bad at the hospital I work at." You begin, “my family.. I’m not sure, they haven’t come to find me so I just assumed they’re.. well you know.” You finish.

He nods, “I was never close to my family anyway. I hope yours are okay.” He sheepishly smiles.

“I hope your friends and students are okay, too.”

“We’ll find them.” He says determined and gives your hand a soft squeeze.

#gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x y/n #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu nobara #gojo satoru x reader

[cosmerelists]

Five Reasons I like Sanderson's Prudishness (And One Reason I Don't)

Brandon Sanderson is a self-proclaimed prude (from the WOB where someone asked if there could be a triad with Shallan/Adolin/Kaladin, and Sanderson said that while Shallan & Adolin might go for it, Kaladin was likely too much of a prude, like him). And honestly, I am a pretty big fan of most manifestations of this "prudishness" in the Cosmere novels. And here's why!

[TW: Discussion of off-screen rape in Cosmere novels & rape as a theme in grimdark fantasy generally]

1. I like the lack of sex scenes

I think probably the biggest manifestation of Sanderson Prudishness is that characters just don't have sex on the page. There's a sort of sex scene in Warbeaker and I think Shallan & Adolin cuddle in bed once, but there's definitely nothing graphic. Barely anything tame. And while your mileage may vary, that happens to be my personal preference--I'm a prudish reader, so I'm solidly "meh" on in-novel sex scenes. This, for the record, is not a moral stance but just a personal reading preference. In this, I seem to line up with Sanderson's own preferences, so good for me I guess!

2. I like the fantasy swears

Sanderson also can't let his characters say "fuck." Instead, he uses a variety of made-up fantasy swears which I discussed in another post just the other day. Swearing actually does not bother me, either in real life or on the page--if Kaladin was swearing profusely the whole time using real swears instead of "storming this" and "storming that," I'd be like, "Yeah, that's fair, dude." But I actually like the fun and whimsical nature of made-up fantasy swears, so I'm a fan of this as well.

3. "Prudish" does not preclude gay people

One danger of "prudishness" is that it is sometimes a cover for homophobia--some people will claim that gay people are inherently sexual and that therefore a "clean" text must avoid gay people "for the children" or whatever. Bullshit, etc. So I like that Prudish Sanderson does not do that. Gay people do exist in the Cosmere and they do have (presumably sexual) relationships--they're just entirely marriage-focused and have never even HEARD of casual sex, just like all of the non-gay people. People of all sexualities are equally and strangely prudish, like Sanderson himself, and I think that's beautiful.

4. There is not much rape & it's all off-screen

On a more serious note, I don't like reading rape scenes, and plenty of fantasy novels have them--and a lot of them. Sanderson's novels do contain rape: there are a lot of references to skaa women being raped in Mistborn Era 1, and there's a quick reference to Sadeas, like, gathering up captured women in a Stormlight flashback. But there are no graphic rape scenes and on the whole, Sanderson avoids including any sexual assault, even by allusion. And frankly, I like that. It gives me less anxiety while I read--like, when Shallan joins up with the all-male company of slave traders, I had absolutely no fear that the book was building up to her assault. During Dalinar flashbacks where he was a warlord and killing machine, I was not concerned that rape would be used to make him seem more vile. And that is definitely my preference.

5. I just don't like grimdark fantasy, I guess, but I do like adult fantasy

Again, this is a personal and not a moral stance, but I just don't like grimdark fantasy. And I feel like so much adult fantasy is that--but while I like YA fantasy too, I do still want to read adult fantasy novels. So Sanderson is kind of perfect for what I'm looking for, being an adult-level, perfectly complex and interesting book series that strays away from all the stuff that populates grimdark books. ...Well, aside from that one time when a whole city got burned alive, I guess.

6. But there is one thing I don't like...

And that's the scene when all of the bridgemen are out after the highstorm when it's just raining and they're tossing around a bar of soap to shower together and they don't take off their underwear. When do they clean down there if not then?? Can they really not get naked together??? It's so unhygienic!

Sometimes prudishness can go too far. 😔

#Cosmere #cosmerelists #tw: rape #rape tw

[edgy-ella]

I recently rewatched Invader Zim with @allshaftsfall, and something dawned on me that I should’ve realized years ago: Irkens have really weak backs/spines.

Or at least, it gets worse the taller they get, exponentially more so than with humans. The only tall Irkens we ever see in the series are the Tallest (obviously) and Sizz-Lorr, all of which are noticeably hunched over.

Sure, you could argue that Sizz-Lorr’s weird hunchback comes from his abnormally large PAK and the Tallest’s poor posture comes from the extreme corseting done to their midsections, but that in turn raises another question: why in god’s name would you ever fuck up your spine like that in a society where your status is determined by your height?

This stood out to me as weird for the Tallest in particular, because height is their status, so you’d think they’d be doing everything in their power to make themselves look as tall as possible rather than the opposite. It’s also something not unique to Red and Purple—concept art shows that Miyuki and Spork, the two previous Tallests before the current duo, had the same thing going on.

Hell, even Tak, who is barely taller than Zim, doesn’t always stand up straight.

This mostly applies when she’s in her human disguise, but still. Her height wouldn’t expose her as an alien—nobody cares about Zim’s more damning features, and Dib has classmates much taller than she would be standing up straight—so she doesn’t have anything to gain by slouching. To me, it seems like she feels like she has to consciously stand up straight when out of disguise, interacting with other Irkens (as someone with scoliosis, I can relate), but feels more relaxed as a human where height isn’t that big of a deal.

Before anyone calls bullshit on Tak ever slouching, look at her posture here compared to Gaz.

None of this is an art style thing, either. The humans in the series, both tall and short, stand significantly straighter. The only human I can think of off the top of my head that slouches is Ms. Bitters, and we don’t even know if she is human.

So, what does this all mean? Why’s this important? Well, to me, it begs the question: if the Irkens end up with significantly worse posture the taller they get, why does their society run on a height-based hierarchy? It’s already a silly concept, and the fact that Irkens already seem to have weak backs is just the cherry on top.

To me, this says that this is not naturally a part of Irken culture, and that the Control Brains put it in place whenever they assumed total control of the species, and it seems like it’s there in order to make the Irkens more reliant on the Control Brains. You can’t expect to have a stable leadership if your rulers are chosen arbitrarily, so the people supposedly in charge have to rely on the giant supercomputers to handle all the hard stuff for them. We already knew that the Control Brains were these shadowy figures controlling everything from the shadows, and this is just doubling down on that. And the implications there are wild: were the Control Brains originally made by other Irkens, only for their AI to gain sentience and weaken the Irkens biologically, socially, and culturally? Were the Control Brains made by a completely different race, only to appear like gods before primitive Irkens and force themselves upon them? If so, what happened to whatever race made the Control Brains? What’s the Control Brains’ overall purpose? How far does this “meat shield used to carry the PAK around” thing go?

Unfortunately we are never ever getting any answers to these questions because the franchise is in indefinite hibernation right now and they didn’t tackle the Control Brains in any meaningful capacity when they had the chance in either Enter the Florpus or the comics. But it’s fun to think about!

#invader zim #control brains #almighty tallest #sizz lorr #tak invader zim #ella essays

[grape-eating-vampire]

alright, it's done. i finished it.

this is the third and final part of things that happened in my first bg3 playthrough ever that I found so funny that I put them in my notes (spoilers below)

let me start this by saying I have only cried twice in the 155 hours it took me to complete this shit. however, I have almost-screamed at the characters more times than I'd like to admit. but first here's stuff that happened since the last one of these posts I made:

after killing Orin I went around Baldur's Gate for a while and did odd sidequests, including

clearing out a haunted house and sidelining to kill a stinky man in a wardrobe (and drag his body to a guy two streets over)

entirely ignored Gale's quest to look at a book because I kept getting arrested there after having killed the boss mage guy

I also foolishly though this wouldn't have any consequences. oh boy was I wrong

went to see a underwater prison, got told off by Gortash, decided to explore it after killing him, and promptly forgot to do so

killed Gortash! fuck that guy the only good thing about him is his fancy robe

tried to recruit a dragon called Ansur, found out the emperor is Balduran (????????? honestly I was shocked)

killed said dragon and felt like I was playing skyrim all over again

found a letter ("Dear Ansur") by Balduran/the Emperor. this was the first time I cried. I could still cry.

patch 6 came out! that was yesterday and I spent about 10 minutes trying out new kisses and sitting on Shadowhearts stool in camp (she now says "I'm glad you decided to join me" or something like that when you do)

went pretty much straight to the underground pool thing where the brain was supposed to be

failed abysmally to Dominate The Brain™

got pulled out by the emperor and had to start beef with Lae'zel because I had also forgotten to care about Orpheus and the hammer from the House of Hope

admittedly, I didn't really forget, I just didn't want to spend any more time with Raphael than I absolutely had to

my +14 persuasion saved the day once more and Lae'zel was fine with the one hope in her life getting his brains sucked out

went off to fight the brain once more. my game crashed twice trying to load that cutscene.

met all my allies! I forgot how many there were actually, and I only called on two of the groups later on

fought a lot. like a LOT lot.

got to the Netherbrain and kicked it's ass*

*had to reload about 3 times and try again because Minsc at level 12 was stuck on 100 hp for some reason and kept fucking dying

finally managed to kill the fucker! had Lae'zel deal the killing blow which seemed very fitting

more cutscenes, but this one actually didn't crash the game, I got to look at some beautiful unloaded walls and stuff instead

Lae'zel left right after we got to the haven. understandably so

remember how I ignored Gale's quest? well he didn't blow himself up like he inteded earlier, but he left to becOME A GOD????? I cannot fucking deal with this man

Karlach on the pier. this was the second time I cried, but unproportionally much so

Wyll left with her for Avernus, the little cutscene of them arriving there made me feel a bit better

Astarion had to leg it because of the sun (sorry)

Shadowheart didn't do much of anything during all of this, neither did Minsc, Halsin or Jaheira

decided to go help kids with Halsin, seems to fit my character (eventhough I really didn't roleplay so much)

we got an epilogue! yippie!

caught up there with everyone, except Lae'zel (who was there via the fantasy version of zoom) and Gale (who was there via the fantasy equivalent of a voicemail)

tried to hug Gale, couldn't, almost cried again but managed

also met a tressym who I recognized from fanart as Tara. I don't know why she was there, we never met her before and Gale hadn't mentioned her either

read a LOT of letters the party had received. barely kept my composure at the Gur's letter to Astarion

Withers did a cool speech and the game ended

after all of this and so much more that I didn't take notes about, I can confidentially say that Baldur's Gate 3 is the best video game I have ever played, and within it's genre my favourite ever!

I'm also emotionally devestated, especially after these final parts (but in a good way)

that's all, thanks for reading!

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #orin the red #enver gortash #astarion #gale #wyll #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #jaheira #minsc #withers #bg3 spoilers #the emperor #ansur

[thedeafprophet]

A Proposal Of A New Venture

Alex attempts to slam the door shut in front of him, which is met with an offended 'Hey!' as he sulks back towards the stove. Alex has already moved to add more water to the kettle when Jamie forces the door back open behind him. "That is exceedingly rude, you know! No way to greet a guest." Jamie huffs as they brush off their sleeves, as if the matter of being met with the door had somehow gotten them dirty.

A conversation of how Jamie convinces Alex to join up with the GHR board to begin with.... figured I ought to finish editing it in honour of the new update ;P

Word count: 1.7k , Rating: Teen (mostly for a tiny bit of swearing), Category: Gen. Also posted on ao3

What begins as an unremarkable day would later be something Alex thinks back on as the trigger for a turning point, in his already strange enough life. It was a rare moment that month that Alex had been spending the day at home. Instead, Alex had spent most of his time continuing to explore the edges of dreams, leading to many moments of guiding dreamers, fighting nightmares, and getting totally not lost, rather than spending much time at home.

Rather, Alex found it difficult to be at his apartment lately. Everything felt too hollow, too empty, after everything that occurred. Standing alone in that empty apartment brought on an uncomfortable feeling, and one too many sleepless nights had him waking up half expecting to see another there. 

He had of course tried to go back to what his life had been before. There were always more heists to plan, more plans to foil, more people to support.  But none of it was the same; nothing was like it used to be. Alex knows it never will be again.

He blinks rapidly to pull himself out of the thoughts, pushing those feelings back into the recesses of his mind. There was nothing he could do about it, the best course of action had already been taken, so all he could do is avoid the feelings. And avoids the apartment, in turn.

For now though, Alex was home, taking the time to try and resettle into the rooms he’d barely been in for the past month. Surely it will just take effort, and time, for things to feel somewhat normal again. 

As he sets about lighting the stove’s fire to make tea for the afternoon, Alex hears a sudden rap at the door. 

Rather than immediately moving to answer it, Alex stays where he’s kneeling by the stove and stares at the doorway. He doesn’t get many visitors, and he can’t fathom why anyone would try door to door soliciting in this part of Spite. 

Maybe if he just stays very, very, still, the knocking will go away. 

Of course, knocking comes again, more insistent this time. He still debates waiting it out, but in the end Alex sighs, as he gets up from the stove to answer the door.

Upon opening it, he immediately regrets that decision. Looking down on the shade of dyed russet hair, Alex knows his afternoon is about to be anything but quiet. 

"Oh goodness- I thought you’d never answer!” Pops an all too familiar, jaunty voice. “It's horribly impolite to leave someone waiting.”

"No."

Alex attempts to slam the door shut in front of him, which is met with an offended 'Hey!' as he sulks back towards the stove. Alex has already moved to add more water to the kettle when Jamie forces the door back open behind him.

"That is exceedingly rude, you know! No way to greet a guest." Jamie huffs as they brush off their sleeves, as if the matter of being met with the door had somehow gotten them dirty. They have the air of an offended parakeet as they cross their arms and look at him with an insulted look. 

Alex remains unimpressed, and doesn’t look up from his actions as he moves the kettle to the now heated stovetop. 

"I gave you this address for emergencies Jamie." 

"This could be an emergency!" Jamie pouts as they plop themself down on Alex's couch. They glance around the place with a raised eyebrow. “Why are you still living here in the first place? You're not destitute now, are you?"

Alex takes a few calming moments to stare at the flames of the stove before leaving the kettle to boil, and turns back towards Jamie. 

"Jamie I swear, if you just came here to insult my home-"

"No!" Jamie sat up in brisk movement from where they had been lounging. They clap their hands with a grin. "I'm here for a very important reason: I have a proposition to make!"

"Not interested." 

Alex doesn’t want to know what foolishness they got up to this time. There’s been more than enough scandals passed to know this can’t be anything good. 

"Aw c'mon, I didn't even say what it was." They're back to pouting. "This could be fun.... dont you at least want to know what it is?" 

Alex pinches the bridge of his nose as he mentally debates if he could just flee from his own house, half planning his escape through the doorway, or the mirror. Jamie seems to take this moment of silence as a sign to continue. 

"I mean, I ever tried stopping by before, but it's like you're never even here! And I know if I sent you a letter you'd never read it. So, today must be the day I make my case!"

Alex rolls his eyes. "I don't need the backstory. Just tell me what you want so you can leave."

Jamie stands up with bravado, beginning a tour around the room as they make their statement.

"A new railway line is being proposed: from London, all the way to the edge of Hell! It would be a new venture full of potential and opportunity. And I- " they give a half bow as they point to themself, "have signed on to be a director of this board."

Alex blinks rapidly at the display. " Since when have you been interested in trains?"

"What, a guy cant try new things? I've been bored- It seems like a good opportunity for something new." They seem so enthusiastic as they speak, so much so that Alex knows that it isn't the truth.

"So let me get this straight- you signed up with a bunch of rich half-wits to start on some new railway line…. for no particular reason?" Alex stops paying attention to their movements as the tea kettle has finished boiling, moving ahead to finishing brewing his tea. He has no intention of his plans being ruined due to this disturbance. 

Jamie tsks and crosses their arms, half muttering under their breath. "You would put it like that. But really, it's such a potential opportunity! Something new and interesting!"

"And what does any of this have to do with me?"

"Well..." for the first moment, Jamie's bravado slightly falters, as they glance to the side before finishing their statement, fiddling with their fingers. “ We are going to need resources in order to make the rail line. And you're particularly....resourceful"

Alex raises an eyebrow as he places the tea tray down on the table. 

"

You want me to steal for you?"

"I want you to acquire things, and I don’t need to know the specifics!” They give an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

"Jamie-" Alex doesn’t even manage to get a word in as Jamie's tirade continues. 

"I mean what, would you prefer we acquire steel through the official means. Do you know how high those things get taxed?"  

Alex's nose scrunches at both the interruption and the thought of putting more power into the hands of the masters. The specifics of who’s in charge of that particular trade is especially off putting. 

"I don't-"

"And Josephine has already agreed to use her lab help with the rails construction so really-"

"That's enough!" Alex's voice raises in his frustration, putting his foot down on the endless ramble.  His hands are clenched as he speaks, notably standing taller in front of Jamie, who has very rapidly stopped their movement. "Let. Me. Talk."

Jamie shrinks back at, from their point of view, the seemingly sudden outburst. 

"Ah. Right, sorry about that.” They rub awkwardly at the back of their neck.

The deafening silence hangs between them as Alex recollects himself. He never likes when his temper flares, but Jamie's presence always seems to bring it out. With a deep, weary sigh, Alex collects his cup of tea, going into his stash of sugar for the occasion. 

He pulls out a chair by the table and sits down, sipping at his tea in the awkward silence. Jamie reaches for the cup that has been set aside for them, the momentary quiet broken only by the restless tapping of fingers on a cup. 

Alex does his best to unclench his teeth as he speaks. 

"I.... Don’t think this sounds like a good idea. Having to deal with that level of…" He waves his hand, searching for the word, "bureaucracy nonsense would be torture.” 

Jamie's eyes brighten slightly, looking hopeful at the indication he's thinking about it all. 

"I can do most of the talking, I swear! You'll only have to come for appearance sake! " Jamie glances down at their cup as they finish. "And, y'know. Could be nice, to work all together again." 

Well, shit. What can he even say? 

Alex's fingers tap against the table. This is a horrible idea. There's so many things that could go wrong, getting involved. Prime among them being just how irritating it would immediately become. 

Despite that, the idea of a new reason for thefts was compelling, especially as he considers potential targets. Alex wasn't sure how well that would work for an actual 'company' with records and finances, but if that wasn’t an aspect he had to deal with…. Well, perhaps he could be convinced. 

Jamie had moved to stare intensely at him as he pondered, raptly awaiting his response. 

Alex sighs as he runs a hand down his face. 

"I'll think about it," is all the responses he gives. He knows he's going to regret this. 

Jamie's face splits into a wide grin of victory, clapping their hands together as they move to stand up. 

"I knew you'd see the vision eventually! The first meeting of the board is going to be next week, I'll come get you so you don't forget!"

"Wait, I didn't-'' Alex doesn't even have time to stutter out that he didn't actually agree to anything, before Jamie is bounding to the door. With a playful salute they take their leave - clearly intending to make sure they have the last word on the discussion. 

Alex blinks rapidly at his apartment, suddenly empty once more. He's not even fully sure he knows what he’s agreed to. 

All he can do is lean back in his chair and finish his tea. At least the rest of the afternoon could be spent in silence.

Alex shakes his head. This is going to be a mess. 

#wanted to try posting the writing in a tumblr post like ive seen others do #anyway this was just me establishing these twos dynamic #really appreciate anyone who's interested in reading about my silly little characters <3 #my writing #oc: alex #oc: jamie #fic

[miwhotep]

I think a lot about the James Bond universe in Moriarty the Patriot and eagerly waiting for when Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the main antagonist of the Bondverse, will arrive to the scene. As a Milverton fan, I want him to come back as Blofeld, but of course, there are other possibilities for the role. Here, I will write down the reasons why I think Milverton can return as him - because there are more to it that just wishful thinking from my part - but I also list and explain two other candidates.

But first, let's learn a bit about Ernst Stavro Blofeld himself. He is the leader of a criminal organization called the Spectre, first appearing in the book called Thunderball. He barely appeared in the earlier James Bond movies, but he got re-imagined and became the archenemy of Bond, lurking in the shadows during the Daniel Craig era. James Bond defeats him in the movie called Spectre. There, we learn more about Blofeld's past and relations to James Bond what are different from the book canon: the Daniel Craig-era's Blofeld was the stepbrother of James Bond, who seemingly died in a mountain incident in his early 20s, but he actually just disappeared and took up a new name. He later started running the Spectre (Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion) and kept crossing James Bond's missions. He also tried to legalize the surveillance system called the Nine Eyes - which collects every data of all different secret agencies and governments, becoming a powerhouse of information exist in the whole world - through committing terroristic acts. In the end, James Bond stopped Blofeld and he ends up in prison, later getting killed.

Why is it possible for Milverton becoming Blofeld? While he is not from James Bond's past, but from William James Moriarty's (and Sherlock), but the Moriarties are running the MI6 in the end, so Milverton having relations to them instead of Bond is still close to the idea of the Spectre movie's Blofeld.

There's also the tendency in Moriarty the Patriot to cast Sherlock canon characters into the James Bond universe roles: James Bond's past self is Irene Adler, Von Herder is Q, Sebastian Moran is 006 Alec Trevelyan or Albert and later Louis (yes, Professor Moriarty had two brothers in the canon) is M. Milverton becoming Blofeld would fit into this tendency.

While they are not fully similar when it comes to their looks, Blofeld is also a younger man (in his 40s) with grey-white hair. Blofeld has a cat which is shown a lot of times with him, too - and while Milverton didn't have cat in YuuMori, the Conan Doyle canon's Milverton was a cat lover.

Blofeld in the movie Spectre is obsessed with information and wants to start operating his surveillance system he can get every data with - and Milverton was a media mogul who knew about most things what was going on in London and was also a control freak.

From the antagonists YuuMori gave us, the only one most likely to be smart enough to start an international criminal organization would be Milverton - he already built up several successful companies and have experience in organizing crime, so it is possible that it's him who creates the Spectre. And like Blofeld, Milverton was also a mastermind pulling the strings from the shadows - just remember both the Whitechapel and the White Knight arc. Milverton was also knowledged and skilled in the activities of the Spectre: Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion.

It's also interesting to note that beside what the name Spectre stands for, the word also refers to vengeful ghosts - and Milverton surely want revenge if he survived.

Blofeld seemingly died and came back - and Milverton's body was never found. It could've been just a way for Sherlock getting away from the punishment for killing him, but also, maybe Milverton truly didn't die that night - from what I could gather from my cousin's doctor wife and a doctor friend in the fandom (to both of them, I am really thankful to take the time to analyze Milverton's injuries for me) he can survive if Ruskin gets him help in time (and in Ruskin, I believe). Also, Moriarty the Patriot has a tendency for characters coming back from situations where they should have just died - so I'm not taking Milverton's death as a fact.

And let me remind you a non-Blofeld related fact about Milverton: his company has a branch firm in New York. Is it just a coincidence that Liam and Sherlock ended up in New York as well? If Milverton survived, he most likely retreated to New York: there, he could've learn about Sherlock and William being alive and now working together - that would fuel his anger even more.

The other candidate to be Blofeld is Albert's younger brother, OG William - and OG William is Liam's actual stepbrother. If someone saved him and treat his injuries in time on the night when the young Moriarty group set the house on fire, he could survive, too, and in that case, he also surely wants to have revenge.

The third person with great revenge in his heart, possible knowledge to build up a criminal organization thanks to his employer's teachings and the highest chance of survival from the three - is Ruskin, Milverton's secretary. If Milverton truly died that night, Ruskin surely wants to take his revenge on the people who killed the person he loved to the point of running back for him into a burning house, despite that it puts his life into danger. Yes, if Ruskin is out there - he is surely furious. I wouldn't be surprised if we get to see him again.

But maybe Blofeld will be someone who truly didn't appear yet, a totally new character in the series. I don't know where Part 2 will lead us, there will be more focus on MI6 missions at all and if we would even get Blofeld as the next big villain - but it's still fun to theorize on his identity. I'm really in love with the thought of Milverton being him so if this won't be the case, I will just keep it as an AU because it's too good for an idea to just pass by.

And if you see this sign appearing in future manga chapters, beware: the Spectre is near.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #charles augustus milverton #ynm ruskin #yuumori james bond universe #milverton as blofeld au #my milverton lore

[endmeprettyplease]

Heartbeat

AN: So I’ve been debating on posting this absolute filth for months but fuck it. Title is based off of Childish Gambino’s song. Also big TW. I’m so sorry. The idea behind this is Tak working through his virtual torture trauma.

Takeshi Kovacs/afab!reader

Warnings: Consensual non-con, smut, p in v sex, afab reader, feminine pet names, breath play, mild knife play, bondage, no y/n.

Summary: You have information that Takeshi wants, you refuse, he gets creative.

Cold. Okay, sore, alright. 

Alive. You were alive, yeah, you could work with that. Panic scrambled all memories of how you had even woken here, wherever here was. Doing your best to focus on all of your training you continued to take stock of yourself. Slowly opening your eyes you saw ugly, dim fluorescent lights and a cracked cement ceiling. Basement maybe? You lifted your arms, the clanking of chains following, pulling tight against your wrists before you could touch your face. 

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Your chest seized, sure you could handle a hell of alot but this was bad. Inhaling slowly and deeply you reminded yourself that all the years of work had prepared you for a situation like this. Shifting your legs you found them just as stiff and chained as your arms. Twisting back and forth on what seemed to be a metal table, your clammy skin sticking to the surface. It was then you finally noticed a blindingly obvious fact.  You were naked, completely bare, vulnerable in an unknown location. 

Fear shattered any remaining resolve and you frantically lifted your head, eyes scanning the barren room. It was dark, dilapidated. A tray of… instruments to your left only heightened your distress. The sound of someone rising from a chair and the distinct flick of a lighter caused you to jolt. 

You tilted your head back as far as you could, your view of the man distorted with tears and upside down but you knew instantly you were done. Absolutely fucked. His face was unreadable, cigarette perched between his lips, black shirt pulled tight across his broad chest and tall. Towering over you as you trembled on the table. 

“W-who are you?” Your voice cracked, your mouth felt dry, tongue heavy.

The man tutted as he stalked around the table coming to your side. “It’s always the same, ‘Who are you?’, ‘What do you want?’. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’” He sneered, raising a hand and swiping a tear from your face even as you flinched away. 

“It doesn’t matter who I am, I know who you are. I want Amari Donahvin’s stack.” His calloused fingers trailed down to your chin, “And I will hurt you. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg. I won’t be listening unless it’s what I want to hear.” 

A jolt of adrenaline hit you like a train and you thrashed in your binds again. No, no, no this can’t be happening. It’s not real. The man stepped back, smirk on his face, allowing you to tire yourself out as he searched for a tool of his liking. 

Painting, you dropped back onto the table. Your wrists and ankles already feeling raw and sore. Turning to see the man watching you, as he spun a small switchblade.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I-I have no idea who that is, please, you have the wrong person! I’m Ari-”

The man cut you off, stating your name. A name you hadn’t used in so long, a name you were pretty sure you had almost forgotten. Your real name, and your blood turned to ice. As he watched you process his face darkened, leaning in closer. 

“Like I said, I know who you are, baby. And I know that you have what I want. Look,” He sighed with mock sympathy. “This is a real fuckin’ pretty sleeve. Your original? You know what, it doesn't matter. I’d really hate to have to tear it to shreds, rip your stack out and do this all again, worse, in virtual. So, just tell me and I promise I’ll drop you back off at that shithole motel.”

Any other time this situation would be a fantasy. Tied up and used by some tall, dark and handsome stranger, with a voice so deep that you swore you could feel it in your bones? Sounds like an ideal Saturday night. As much as your brain panicked your body heated, like a fucking pavlonion response to all those nights of daydreaming. Drawing your knees up as far as the chains allowed and pressing your thighs together, you hoped your change in demenor came off as terror more than reluctant arousal. 

“Please, I-I told you I don’t know anything! I’ve never heard that name before in my life, please let me go.” You sobed, twisting and the cold air of the room made you shiver and your nipples pebble. Hard and sore already. Any training, any and all preparation you had done to tolerate torture and now when you finally needed to put it to use you were a mess. It was embarrassing, all of it absolutely humiliating. If he had to torture you did you have to be naked? Did he have to be so undeniably attractive? While you tried to figure out what wires had gotten crossed your head he clicked open the switchblade and pressed it to your sternum. 

You jumped in response, the man’s expertise the only thing that prevented the blade from slicing you open.  “Still, sweetheart.” His tone unnerving you more than the blade. Soft, contemplative and you watched as his eyes scanned you from head to toe before finally meeting yours. Slowly a small smile spread on his face, a chuckle laced with disbelief filling the room. 

“Holy fuck, you’re enjoying this.”  The man pulled back a bit, rolling his head up towards the ceiling, running his tongue across his teeth. The knife never leaving your skin.

You flushed further at being caught, somehow feeling even more exposed than before. A sob escaping your lips in response to the deep throb in your core. You considered just begging him for real death, crying out to any and all gods to allow the floor to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from him, shaking your head in denial. Wishing he would just drive that blade into your chest. “P-please, I’m not, just let me go! Please, sir!”

Mercilessly the man just laughed again, wrenching your face back to his. Forcing you to meet his gaze as he squeezed your jaw tighter. 

“You’re telling me that if I pull apart your thighs right now, you won’t be fuckin’ soaked? Hm?” You shook your head again uselessly as he stepped away from you. Tossing the knife away carelessly with a clatter. The man moved so slowly around the table, like a predator. And you sure as hell felt like easy prey, served up on an almost literal silver platter. You tried to draw your feet up more when he reached them, the chains digging painfully into your skin an afterthought as you cowered. 

“I’m not! Please, I’m not! Don’t-” 

He barely seemed to notice your cries as he gripped your knees and spread them easily in spite of your struggles. The display of strength making your head spin, who the hell is this guy? A shiver ran through you at the rush of cold air on your heated core. Feeling exactly how wet you were, how wet this whole situation had made you. 

The man laughed again, holding your legs apart effortlessly as he inspected you. “Fucking knew it, you’re dripping. I thought I was fucked up, but this is a whole other level of sick, kitten.” 

“P-please, stop! Sir, I-” 

The man pulled his hand back, smacking your inner thigh, hard. A moan left your lips before you could stop it. “Are you going to tell me where her stack is?” His face was neutral but his eyes were amused, challenging you. 

“I told you I don’t-'' Your words seemed to be his breaking point as he hooked his hands into your hips, roughly pulling you down the table. Skin squeaking harshly across the metallic surface until your arms were staining above your head. 

“I think there’s a much more… fun way I can make you talk.” The man wet his lips, hungrily eating up your helpless form. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to fuck it out of you. Takeshi, by the way, as cute as that ‘sir’ shit is, I wanna hear my name.” With a wink he leaned toward your exposed sex, paying no mind to you wriggling and struggling against his grip. Nor the various pleas leaving your lips. 

Shocked and aroused you watched Takeshi absolutely smother himself in your sex. The stimulation so overwhelming and sudden you nearly screamed. A strangled cry ripping from your throat as his forearm pinned your hips, pressing his weight almost painfully onto you. Forcing you to feel every hot swipe of his tongue on your sensitive clit. 

The clanking of chains nearly drowned out the filthy groans leaving Takeshi. You had barely formulated another desperate attempt for mercy when he slipped a finger into your sex. Quickly followed by a second. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight cunt. Relax, kitten, or I’ll never be able to fuck you.” 

The impact of your skull against the table barely registered when your head dropped back, the world spinning, consumed by the feeling and the sounds emitting from between your thighs. Takeshi groaned low as you clenched around his fingers, the heat of all of it creeping past your breasts and swallowing you whole. “P-please,” Your thighs shuttered and burned, jolting when he chuckled against your already overstimulated sex and thrust another finger inside you. 

The tension rising from your cunt, radiating into your gut felt like nothing ever had before. The world spun around you and you felt dizzy with it, too much, not enough. You would’ve screamed if you had enough air in your lungs for it. All it took to send you over the edge was a brutal smack on your outer thigh. Your high rushing through you like rapids, each wave forcing you to strain against your restraints. Takeshi just dug his nails into your flesh, holding you steady and you rode through the most intense orgasm of your life. 

Regaining your bearings felt like resurfacing from a dive, slow and disorienting. You felt rough fabric against your thighs, tremors still running though you, the clink of a belt finally prompting to open your eyes. Takeshi kneeled between your legs, looming over you as he freed himself, face still wet with you slick he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. Somewhere far away a voice pleaded with you, telling you he’d released your ankles, that you should kick him but you locked onto his cock your mind went blank. Thick, long, reddened and fucking throbbing. 

“Oh god.” Slipped out without your permission and he laughed.

“Yeah, angel, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” With his hands hooked on your hips he yanked you into his lap. Cock slapping onto your sex and your weight resting on your shoulders.

“Wait! Please! You’re too-” He slammed into you without warning, all the air leaving you in a great woosh. 

“You know what I want to hear, unless it's that then shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Takeshi punctuated  each word of the demand with a thrust, having given you nearly no time to adjust. Your cunt ached and throbbed, each time he bottomed out it sent a sharp jolt through your gut as he met your cervix.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight, so warm.” He groaned, for the first time seeming phased as his face twisted with determined pleasure. You wanted to tell him to stop, to go harder, faster, to swipe that blade back off the floor and split your jugular but words seemed to refuse to leave your lips. You just gasped and moaned brokenly as each thrust rocked your body up the table with a metallic squeak. 

You tasted blood as his open palm met your cheek, the sting shooting to your clit like there was a direct line. “Say my name.” He panted, lips curled in a snarl. Over top of you he looked everything like the killer he was, merciless and guiltless. 

“T-Takeshi, Tak-” You chanted as his pace increased with a guttural growl. His hand slipped down your face to your throat. Closing unforgivingly around your windpipe as your climax neared. 

“I can’t, please,” You choked out past the pressure on your throat. You were terrified of cumming again, already too overwhelmed and raw. Your head buzzed from the lack of oxygen and blood flow, feeling bruises forming from his grip. 

Takeshi did the opposite of relenting, dropping himself over you, putting more pressure on your neck and panting into your face. “You’re going to cum for me again, kitten, and then I’m going to fill up this little cunt. C’mon, cum like the whore you are.” 

Your climax hurt, muscles clenching hard and painfully. Your thighs locked around his waist, unintentionally pulling him even deeper as you wailed. Takeshi moaned, thrusts stuttered and irregular as his own high was forced from him far sooner than he intended. Walls milking his cock, he spurted his release with as close to a sob as you’d ever heard from him.

Takeshi moaned your name, releasing your throat and resting his face onto your chest as his release slowly subsided.

“Shit, hey baby, let’s get you out of these cuffs.” Takeshi’s words drifted past your ears like a breeze as you enjoyed the endorphins still flooding your body. Once your hands were freed he gently massaged your skin, cooing at you quietly.

“There she is,” He murmured when you finally opened your eyes to meet his. 

“Hey,” You whispered, voice hoarse, brain still feeling fuzzy. 

Takeshi smiled sweetly, seeming uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I’m gonna pull out and clean you up okay?”

You hummed, honestly just ready to curl up and sleep if it weren’t for how hard and uncomfortable the table was. “Yeah,”

You grimaced when he pulled away and whined as he went to grab a wipe. He cleaned you gently, kindly avoiding your raw clit, pressing a kiss to your hip bone. “You did so fucking well, angel, I’m so proud of you.”

“You came so fast,” You snorted, dazed and so euphoric. 

Takeshi huffed, the sound of wipe hitting the floor graced your ears as he gathered you into his arms. 

“Not my fault your cunt is fucking magic.” His words held no venom and you relished in his warmth and scent. 

You drifted quietly as Takeshi walked to the elevator until he spoke again.

“Thank you for doing this, I-” He trailed off, the silence heavy.

“Anytime Tak.” You hummed, settling in again as the elevator doors opened.

#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x you #again im sorry #consensual noncon #this is gross #altered carbon #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman x reader

[cocogum]

Kurapika is a mix between androgynous and bishōnen

A few in the hxh community would claim that due to Kurapika’s androgynous appearance, he could be trans-coded or non-binary.

According to some who would believe this headcanon to be true, here are the proofs for it.

*Proofs will not include anything related to the 1999 version*

1. His voice actors are all females.

Many male characters have been voiced by females but what makes Kurapika stand out from the rest would have to be the fact that he has the appearance of a woman making him immediately assume that he should have a female voice which his two voice actors just happen to be females.

His English dub voice is Erika Harlacher while his Japanese dub voice is Miyuki Sawashiro.

2. His chest has been censored multiple times.

A specific drawing made by Togashi has been repeatedly discussed in the fandom.

The drawing in question was from the 14th volume cover of the manga showing a half-naked Kurapika on it.

The intriguing part of the drawing however was the fact that his chest was barely drawn, making it look like it was half finished and vague looking.

We can also see the same thing happening in a chapter cover showing the main four at the beach with Kurapika being the only one wearing a shirt among the guys.

3. He did not appreciate Chrollo misgendering him.

In chapter 114, while keeping Chrollo captive and away from the other spiders, it was also the chapter where we finally see the leader of the spiders and Kurapika meeting each other face to face.

After looking at him for a small while, Kurapika asks the man why he could be staring for so long. The other man simply answers that he did not expect the chain user to be a woman.

After hearing his reply, Kurapika immediately shoots his thoughts down by telling him that he is not a female and should not be deceived by appearances.

All proofs (including fanservice and fillers from the 1999 version) have pushed some fans to conclude that he might be a trans male or non-binary due to rectifying Chrollo’s misgendering and hiding his upper body on some occasions.

Although yes the theory/headcanon does sound plausible, it does not however explain Kurapika’s reason for fixing Chrollo’s mistake.

Instead of labelling Kurapika as a trans or a non-binary character, what some have not found out yet is the fact that Kurapika is an androgynous character. At face value that is.

If we take a look at his beginnings, he was initially based on another character from Togashi named Youko Kurama from Togashi’s past work called Yu Yu Hakusho.

Like Kurapika, who has been given a chest in the 1999 version for thinking he was a girl, Kurama has also been mistaken for a woman by the people who have worked on the animated version of the series and have changed his name to be “Denise” but later on realized their mistake and called him “Dennis”.

Both have been thought to be females due to their gentle appearances and both have been known to look rather neutral instead of being identified as either male or female by the general public.

There is a slight difference however between non-binary and androgynous.

Non-binary is someone who identifies as any gender excluding male and female whereas androgynous is when someone has the appearance of male and female making them look ambiguous.

In short, Kurapika is presented as a non-distinguishable character but at the same time, does harbour the bishōnen trope.

For those who are unfamiliar, the bishōnen trope is a popular character trope that presents a male character with “feminine” physical traits (also known as androgynous traits).

They are tall and slender with no recognizable muscles or body hair.

This Asian trope is also known as the “beautiful boy” trope referring that they are pretty boys to the point that their appearances make them androgynous.

Examples such as these are the following:

Kurapika is aware of his feminine traits and knows how to use them to his advantage.

He dressed up as a woman when taking Chrollo to hide his real appearance from the troupe and to fool them into redirecting their attention onto someone else.

It was understandable for him to correct Chrollo’s misgendering and tell him to not be fooled by appearances due to the kurta looking androgynous.

The female voice actresses have nothing to do with the proofs regarding Kurapika’s possible trans and non-binary codings since female voice actresses have played major roles in voicing male characters since the very beginning of television.

The censorings have a lot to do with Kurapika’s androgynism since they encourage the confusion behind whether he’s a female or male enforcing his body’s ambiguity.

Based on the bishōnen description, Kurapika fits all the boxes.

He’s a slender tall man with a pretty face, a gentle voice and no body hair while also fitting the androgynous definition by not showing us any intimate parts of his body.

Kurapika is simply an androgynous bishōnen.

Or in other words, a pretty boy whose looks make you question his gender.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #anime #manga #hxh 1999 #hxh 2011 #kurta hxh #hxh kurta #hxh kurapika #kurapika hxh #hxh kurapika kurta #kurta Kurapika hxh #bishonen characters are just pretty #bishonen #bishonen trope #hxh meta #hxh anime #hxh manga

[jenctworld]

Study group

Nct dream x fem reader

Fluff, angst,(potential smut in later chapters)

Warnings: Panik attacks, kidnapping

Chapter 1/?

It was supposed to be a fun trip with the study group you joined just a few days ago. Nobody could have known how badly it would end.

You were surprised at how quiet the bus got once you entered. But soon enough everyone started chatting again. You weren’t even supposed to come on this trip, your mom just got you to join this study group this week. So this was basically your first time meeting these people. You did recognise a few of these faces from school but none personally. Except Chenle, he was in your class in elementary school. The two of you were pretty close back then and you still like him. He’s nice and pretty funny. You walked towards him hoping the seat next to him was still available. But when you got there the was a backpack blocking the seat. Still you cleared your throat to catch his attention and asked ,,is this seat tak-“ ,,Hey Jisung! I’m over here!!” in that moment a tall, icy blonde boy stumbled inside the bus and continued to clumsily make his way towards Chenle. You didn’t need an answer after that. Seating yourself a row behind Chenle and that tall boy. Just when the doors of the bus closed themselve, a brunette boy got himself through them in the last moment but his huge backpack got stuck between the doors. You felt bad for laughing but he looked so cute trying his best to free himself. In the end the bus driver freed him and the boy walked down the aisle towards you. You were confused and flustered by the eye contact before you realised the seat next to you was the last free one. You took your backpack between your feet to make space for him. ,,Hey! I’m Heachan” he said cheerfully, taking your hand in his and shaking it plenty. You laughed and answered ,,Hallo, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you” he gave you a big smile and put his earphones in. This calmed you down and you also tried to relax during the long drive. During the gas stops you got to meet a lot of people. They all seemed to be nice but you liked Chenles friend group the most. You liked their Humor a lot. Sitting next to them while eating some snacks laughing at some crazy stories from heachan or listening to Mark being teased was the best thing about this trip so far.As soon as all of you entered the bus again, you noticed something was off. And you were right just seconds after trying to warn the others your own eyes as well as everyone else’s closed themselve. When you woke up everything was dark. You tried not to panic, telling yourself this must be sum kind of sick joke. After calming down a bit y/n decided to try and get out of this situation. Your senses still weren’t all that great from whatever knocked you out. But you tried your best to feel around with your bare feet as your arms were strapped to your back. Your felt nothing. Already thinking you were in an empty room, you tried again this time noticing something on your right. It was warm so trying to recognise what it was you continued feeling around. The object suddenly flinched, this scared you real bad and your response to that was to kick as hard as you could. ,,OWW” your brain tried to process the sound and soon enough you finally recognised the voice ,,Heachan?! What happened??” ,,You kicked me! In the fucking stomach” you couldn’t believe this was important for him right now ,, not that you idiot, where are we? Is this some kind of prank?? It’s not funny!” He seemed to finally get what you were talking about ,,why would I know? I’m laying here next to you, am I not?” You realised how serious this actually was, and begann panicking. Screaming, crying, throwing up. Heachan didn’t say anything. After you were done the room got quiet for a few minutes, until Heachan brabbelt something under his breath ,,didn’t even say sorry…”. Thank you for reading !!😻 I haven’t updated since like six months. I know it’s a cliché but I’ve actually been in a psych ward 💀💀 but I’m much better now☝️😼

#kpop #fluff #fanfic #kpop fluff #ffs #nct #heachan #hot heachan #heachan fanfic #nct masterlist #nct x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct dream #nct angst #nct 127 #nct imagines #nctzen #nct mark #mark lee #mark

[tokkiheart]

Winter Romance K-Dramas For The Holiday Season

A list of wintery K-Dramas for those who love snow and winter vibes.

The K-Dramas on this list take place primarily during winter. These are mostly going to be rom-coms because that’s…really about all I watch.

The bare minimum requirement for a K-Drama to make it on this list is for there to be at least one snow scene or scene that I can reasonably conclude is set in winter.

While You Were Sleeping

Starting off my list is this fantasy rom-com drama (which is not to be confused with the 1995 American rom-com movie of the same title, which I also like, but that’s neither here nor there) which starts off on one fateful snowy Valentine’s Day where Hong Joo, a woman who has had prophetic dreams ever since she was young and is powerless to stop or change them, was supposed to wind up framed for the accidental vehicular manslaughter of a police officer named Woo Tak. Both she and the officer are saved by Jae Chan, who has a prophetic dream about Hong Joo being framed and having her life fall apart because of it. Anyway, the three of them all have prophetic dreams and work to figure out why they have these abilities while utilizing them in order to save those that they love.

This drama features plenty of wintery scenes as some key moments within the drama take place during late winter, but also a scene around Christmas. This drama also features some of my favorite tropes (some of which I can’t list for spoiler reasons) and also features the rarest of creatures: a love triangle that actually doesn’t aggravate me.

Doom At Your Service

This supernatural fantasy rom-com drama takes place primarily in wintertime, I think it starts somewhere in December or January, with the end being in March. There’s mostly rain scenes in this drama, but there are two snow scenes in episode 11.

This drama is about Tak Dong-kyung, a woman who just found out that she has a terminal brain tumor the same day she discovers her boyfriend is actually a married man. One night, while drunk, she declares a desire for doom to befall the world. This ends up bringing Myul Mang, Doom himself, to her doorstep. He offers to grant her wish as well as make sure she doesn’t feel the pain or negative effects of her illness for the 100 days of their contract. She of course agrees and over time, both of them begin to falling in love with each other.

I’m going to be super honest about this drama, the 2nd lead female and her love triangle is 100% skippable without impacting your enjoyment or understanding of the show. It’s very bland, boring and kinda…easy to not care about when you have the high-fantasy romance happening in the A plot. This drama isn’t perfect, but I still continue to recommend it because Seo In-guk and Park Bo-young really brought their A games to their roles and it’s really worth it to watch their parts in the drama.

Pinocchio

Yet another Lee Jong-suk drama makes its way onto this list and the first time this drama has made it on one of my lists because I recently finished it.

This drama is undeniably set in and around December. Why undeniably? The Christmas decorations and the music. Not to mention there’s also an episode that takes place on Christmas Day which has a very drunk Dal-po/Ha-myung telling his adoptive father and “little” brother “Merry Christmas, pew pew.” Which, is simply adorable.

Anyway, this K-Drama is very basically about news reporters. Very specifically focusing on the male lead character Ha-myung (also known as Dal-po) and female lead, In-ha. Dal-po/Ha-myung’s family was destroyed by wrongful news reporting, which the worst of was largely done by the In-ha’s mother. Ha-myung ends up being adopted by In-ha’s grandfather and so he’s also, legally, her uncle.

They grew up together, went to school together, fell in love with each other and now work as reporters at two different news companies that are rivals.

Soundtrack #1

This is a short 4 episode long K-Drama that’s on Disney+.

This K-Drama has a friends-to-lovers story, with Sunwoo the ML having been pining for the Eunsoo the FL for 8(?) years. The story focuses primarily on a time when they’re living together in Eunsoo’s home for two weeks in order to help her write the lyrics for song about unrequited love, something that Eunsoo has no experience with, but knows that Sunwoo does (though she has no idea who the unrequited love is really directed to). The show seems to take place during winter, there’s plenty of snow, that’s for sure!

I originally only wanted to watch this drama because of Seo In-guk’s cameo, but I ended up actually really enjoying the show despite how short it was!

Romance Is A Bonus Book

Either I am being too generous with what K-Dramas I consider to be wintery enough for this list or Lee Jong-suk really loves doing dramas that are set in wintertime.

This drama is primarily set around late fall, maybe early winter?

Anyway, here’s a third Lee Jong-suk winter-y drama. Unlike the other two on this list, this one is a noona romance where the age gap between the characters is 5 years.

I’ve talked about this drama before many a time and how it feels like curling up in some warm blankets with a hot drink and a good book.

This drama is about Dan-yi, a divorced single mom who has been struggling to get hired after a 7 year job break. Desperate to get a job, she “erases” her college education and work experience on her resume when applying to work at the publishing company that her long-time best friend Cha Eun-ho works at as an editor (when he’s not teaching college classes or publishing his own successful books).

If you want warm and cozy feels for the fall or winter season or for the holidays, I strongly recommend this drama, even if you think that you wouldn’t like it because it’s a noona romance.

Goblin: The Lonely and Great God

This drama is set in fall and winter. I feel like it’s set primarily in November/December. There’s plenty of snow and rain, not to mention Christmas lights and decorations!

This drama is about a man named Kim Shin who was a decorated military general who was betrayed by his king and forced to witness his family be killed before being murdered himself. Except he doesn't really die and is instead transformed into an immortal goblin. He wanders through the years in search of the prophesied "goblin's bride" who is the only one with the ability to remove his sword from his chest and set his soul free. 19 years ago, he happens to save a pregnant woman from a life-threatening accident and as a result her child is able to see and talk to ghosts, but because she was never supposed to be born, she has to hide from a grim reaper - who just so happens to now be the Goblin's roommate.

I Am Not A Robot

I’m not exactly sure when this drama is set, but it must be winter because the characters are bundled up and snow is on the ground and falling from the sky. There’s also rain!

Anyway, this drama is about a male chaebol heir named Min-kyu, who is allergic to humans and the mere touch of a fellow human being can cause him to have a severe allergic reaction. He becomes interested in a humanoid robot being made by a company that he just bought/acquired called Aji3. He convinces the scientists to allow him to do a trial run of the robot in his home. They agree, but the day before they are to start the trial run, something happens to the robot that makes it not operational. In order to save their company and the project, the man who designed the Aji3 goes to the inspiration and model for the robot - his ex-girlfriend Jo Ji-a. Since she too needs the money in order to work on her own inventions, she agrees and poses as the robot.

While posing as the Aji3, Ji-a comes to care for and eventually falls in love with Min-kyu, who has also fallen in love with her.

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo

This drama is for all the people who love a good school drama with a friends-to-lovers story. This drama is set during the fall semester of college.

This drama is about Kim Bok-joo, a girl who has been a weightlifter most of her life and has never really considered doing anything else. She falls in love for the very first time with the older brother of her friend Jun-hyung and gets swept up in the feelings. In order to spend time with him and get his attention, she does things that she’d never considered doing before.

Jun-hyung and Bok-joo have a really fun relationship dynamic which starts off almost enemy-like. Jun-hyung teases her at first and while I didn’t like him calling her “Chubs” he doesn’t mean it maliciously, so I guess I’m forgiving of his brief use of the nickname lol They’re really supportive of one another and this drama is something I recommend to non-sports loving people like myself lol

My Roommate Is A Gumiho

Another school drama, this one also being set in college/university.

This drama is about Lee Dam, a female history major student who has never been in a relationship before winding up in possession of (via accidentally swallowing) the fox bead belonging to Shin Woo-yeo, a 999 year old gumiho hoping to become human. Due to the nature of the bead, it causes some ill-effects to Lee Dam, which lead to her and Shin Woo-yeo entering into a contract cohabitation agreement.

You Who Came From The Stars

So, I’ll be honest, I’m only 1/3 of the way through this show (I’m just starting episode 7 as of writing this) but I’m including this one on the list because just like Pinocchio, this show is set primarily in winter. Very specifically, in December.

You’ll see a fair amount of Christmas decorations, lights, etc. in this drama!

This drama is about an alien who had been on Earth for the past 400 years and in 3 months is due to finally return to his home-world. He winds up with a new neighbor, a famous Hallyu actress.

I’ll be honest, the female lead is a bit… unlikeable at first/currently for me and I’m having a tough time with this drama, but it’s got enough intrigue to keep me interested and I’m hoping she gets some positive character development.

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If funky guys had become paladins of voltron which one would be in which Lion?

back in the VERY early days of this whole au(like. buddys-name-was-still-ryou early) i wanted to base every clones personality/character on a diffrent lion.... but over time it slowly stopped fitting their personalities and i kinda abandoned the concept lol. though you can still see some remnants of that in . certain design choices...

going back to this concept after uhhh two years?? i think? was definetely interesting! all the characters changed WILDLY since then and i tried to re-assign the lions to fit the changes........ it was surprisingly hard

i couldnt for the life of me decide in a few cases, so instead im just gonna give the most suitable options lol

tashi & soup - im putting these two together beacuse- and i have NO IDEA how that would work- theyre copiloting the black lion! they function the best as a duo and separating them would NOT be a good idea in a situation as stressful and complicated as piloting voltron. they barely manage to keep everyone alive on a good day... also picking only one of the two as The Leader just feels wrong

buddy, ideally, would like to stay as FAR AWAY from voltron as psyhically possible, thank you very much- but nothing in this cruel world is ideal, so they get the red lion:) i actually have this whole story idea where basically stickbug ""goes rouge""(like. some sort of 'sleeper agent mode' left over by haggar gets activated by accident??) and runs away to do some evil shit so buddy goes after him(on a whim)(alone)(without telling the others) and while searching for him they bump into fUCKING VOLTRON- so they form a very uneasy truce until they find stick. and at some point buddy finds out he can pilot the red lion! its awful he hates it:/ he pilots anyway cause his loved one is in danger(this whole thing is way too complicated to talk about here lol)

i had A LOT of problems figuring out the last three..... they changed so much that i just cant rlly fit them into these categories anymore... but i tried!!

ORIGINALLY stickbug was supposed to be based on the green lion but he doesnt fit it as well anymore....... i think taks does pretty well tho! shes very bold and iquisitive and a pain in everyones ass<3 plus loves learning about diffrent planets' unique ecosystems n stuff. stick IS very curious and likes exploring so he still kinda fits? but hes not as forward as taks, so yeahhhh im very torn on this one

i have NO FUCKING CLUE what to do with blue. all three of em could propably fit there ngl....

yellow could either be taka or stickbug- taka is the youngest and the brightest, hes what brought all of them together in the first place(it takes a village to raise a child)....... buuuut hes not really a 'puts the needs of others above his own' kind of person? hes still a kid and NOT ready for that kind of responsibility. soup is an OBVIOUS choice here of course, but im not sure- honestly, the more i think about it, the more stickbug starts to feel like the best option here? ok hear me out: stickbug, for most of his life, had very little power over his life. even while with the funky guys(ESPECIALLY in the beggining, these bozos were dysfuctional as fuck) there were moments when the others would talk over him bc 'hes a kid', and even without that theres still his people pleasing problem wnich meant he often disregarded his own good to make other ppl content. so, taking this scrawny guy desperate for control over his life and putting him in the toughest, stongest, most resilient lion- basically i think he deserves to go a little apeshit. as a treat. let him wreck shit for once

honestly it kinda funny im stting here and calculating all of this like a mad man where IN THE ACTUAL SHOW the paladins switch the lions like pokemon cards

realistically speaking i think they would all trade and switch em a lot and then squabble over who gets to pilot yellow bc they ALL want to wreck shit sometimes:)

#thank you for asking!! #i know it took me a while to answer lol #but i did it!!! yippie!!!! #ask #my funky guys #i feel like i dont talk enough about how dysfunctional this family is sometimes...... they love each other and theyre working on it!! theyr #all trying!! #but after everything theyve been through OF COURSE theyre not doing well..... #no family is prefect and ESPECIALLY if they went through so much shit as these guys #i know i mostly talk about how wholesome and caring they all are(and they ARE) but that doesnt mean they dont have a lot of problems also #and thats okay. shit happens sometimes y'know? what matters is that they make the effort to change and grow #its messy and complicated and Not Fun sometimes tho- love is never easy....... #im propably going to go into more detail about the whole 'buddy teams up with voltron to get stickbug back' thing someday cause MAN i have #a ton of thoughts on that one #i dont have the energy to explain All That rn.........

[ithekingofweeds]

Do you guys want to meet one of my favorite OCs? Jk you don't get a choice :)

This is Tek'har, and I adore her. She's been with me since the start of 2020 and in that time, has gone through a few designs, but this is probably my favorite because I decided to not limit myself to what skyrim offers in terms of armor and weapons. Yes, the blade is majorly inspired by Luna's in Dota:DB, but deadass, it's such a cool weapon, and I've been in love from the very first time I saw it. It would definitely fit Tek'har and her style.

This is also the first time in a long while that I've played with lighting and shading in my art. I think it turned out okay? Here, have the non-shaded version, too

Let me gush a bit, okay? This is just a bit of optional trivia:

Tek'har has two main weapons: This boomerang sword thingy called Zukoa Kuz, or "Glass Fang" in ta'agra, and her longbow Zrege Tak or "Burning Strike". Zrege Tak has a burning enchantment, and Zukoa Kuz has life-drainer. Along with these, she's capable of one spell, which is Moon Fire, a frigid flame which can give severe cold burns.

Her armor is custom made, created out of mainly ebony and dark steel, with leather and linen parts. She's left handed, so her left glove is fingerless because she feels more control of her weapon that way. Her right has steel claws for extra damage when unarmed.

She was born to her single mother, a caravaneer in Skyrim, and lived the first few years of her life with the caravan, being taught their ways. The caravan was attacked by traffickers however, and Tek'har was separated from them, never knowing what became of her family. She lived on the streets of Markarth for most of her youth doing whatever she could to survive, which as it so often does for the poor and desperate, eventually ended her at a cross with the law. She bared alleged reassurances that should it come to execution, her remains would be brought to Elseweyr, but all it did was make the young khajiit weep, for she had never been there, nor did she belong there.

Eventually, A companion who had visited the city ended up spending a night due to getting too rowdy at the inn, and would eventually offer Tek’har another chance. He paid her bail with interest, and brought her to Whiterun, where she started training under the companions, as well as running errands for stray coin. Her views of lycanthropy would change from the common khajiit onlook, to a more positive light, perhaps even one colored with desire and curiosity.

Tek’har was hard to control, brash and violent at the best of times, rowdy from too long spent dodging guards but with the quicksilver tongue of a prosperous merchant. She also seemed to have a certain bloodlust that couldn't seem to be culled.

Eventually, at 19 winters, she would accept the offer of lycanthropy, but it was quite apparent that the young woman became a danger in beastform. Both cat and wolf, large, brutish and hungry.

Asbjorn would extend his own offer of coming with him to serve The Dark Brotherhood, and she would accept. During her travels as an assassin, she would come across the cult of Namira, and morbid curiosity would lead her to pledge servitude.

Tekhar’s dreams are marred by nightmares, even more so than just a werewolf. It is a reminder of the rage all three gods she serves feel, and of how her soul will be torn asunder upon death. One does not pledge servitude to the Mistress of Decay, the Dread-Father and the Father of Manbeasts and live a life that is kind to them.

Despite being a mess, Tekhar has some redeeming qualities. Theve mellowed out, calm but sharp as a blade and unwaveringly courageous. She is typically unfazed in the face of peril, with a moderate level of distrust of the world around her. Her loyalties are slack, but steady. Rarely does she become less loyal unless provoked into becoming so, but she never fully commits to a single cause, taking contracts wherever. She's erudite and strangely elegant, priding herself in clean cloth and polished armor as a token she has moved from the slums, but is also notorious for crude language and brash words. She can be ruthless and cold in circumstances, but holds a certain warmth and solidarity for those less fortunate. Her humor is dry but abundant once you get past the cold indifference. Shrewd and full of street smarts, raised by barters, she certainly knows her way around people. So though stubborn and unapologetic, Tekharhas been shown to also be capable of personal reflection and growth

#art #digital art #ibispaint art #character #digitalillustration #characterdesign #artwork #oc #original character #skyrim #skyrim oc #khajiit #skyrim khajiit #i could talk about her for days