#this (like everything) is still subject to change 😅

[thegoldenherd]

Basic Golden Herd plot for those who have been asking:

Long ago, the sheep were led by a good shepherd who protected them from predators, but the sheep stopped following the shepherd, and eventually abandoned him to live on their own without his commands and influence.

To keep safe from predators on their own, they now live in a large isolated village, The sheep have regretted the decision to leave for generations, and now wait for the shepherd to come back.

One day, demons start invading the village. Because the sheep don't know where these are coming from, The Golden Herd goes out of the safety of the village to locate the source of the demons and stop them.

---

(I could go on past the hook, but I'll probably do that in a reblog)

#this (like everything) is still subject to change 😅 #but that's for another day #golden herd

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Prompt: Ascendant Astarion and Consort Tav going on a decades long honeymoon just leisurely traveling from place to place because they want to and not because they have to (and leaving chaos in their wake).

Fluffy evil chaos pairing? I'm into this!

CW: Bad people doing bad things. And an attempt at some gender-neutral soft-coreness so nsfw elements. I like basically uh, made the new epilouge a fluffier verions like a psycho im sorry writers 😅 You're vision wasn't lost on me but a good idea is a good idea. Also spoliers for epilouge. And like still bad, murder, nsfw, sicko psycho blah blah blah. Probably inaccurate lore.

~

Astarion had grand visions for his future. How could he not? After everything he had accomplished. A past slave turned usurper, amassing a power that his old master could only dream of. He had gone from a pathetic, scuttling whelp prowling the city streets to being free. Utterly and completely. With no brothers or sisters to compete with, the entirety of Cazador's estate was at his disposal.

And then there was the best part, the only reason he had managed to be here in the first place. The best and perhaps only good thing to ever happen to him. His very reason for living. You.

And now, you were so much better than who he had first met. He had loved you before the change, of course he did. But the depth of feeling you shared now was beyond comprehension. He owned you, body and soul. You were shackled to him for all eternity, forever blessed with the knowledge that no secrets were possible between the two of you. You weren't equals, no. Far from it. How could you be when you had been so willing to degrade yourself for him? But you were something better. Soulmates, fated by every unholy power that existed. You belonged to him, as he did to you. His ownership just... manifested in a more literal sense.

Not that it mattered. The difference between the two of you was miniscule in everyday life. He was too busy enjoying you to worry over petty power struggles with the center of his universe. No, Astarion wasn't wasting a single moment of his newfound freedom. What was the use of endless power if he wasn't going to have a bit of fun?

So while Astarion had plenty of aspirations for regional, and perhaps world domination (in his wildest dreams), he decided that he could start on that whenever. Eternity was a long time, and he saw no reason to start it at a sprint. Not when he had the time and money to enjoy you fully, both of you parasite and responsibility-free.

The first six months were spent solely into being cooped up together, exploring each other in every way imaginable. It had been one thing to fall in love on the road with adrenaline pumping in your veins. A near death experience on every horizon, versus quiet and peaceful nights together, with nothing to do but enjoy each other's company. Astarion was nearly surprised at just how easily he fell deeper and deeper in love with you as the time passed. Everything. You're body, you're mind, you're voice, you're charm, he was starving for all of it, at all times.

It had been a lovely six months, only interrupted by an impromptu reunion from Withers. It had been interesting enough, but the exposure to others just made Astarion realize how unwilling he was to let you go quite yet. No, his plans for Baldur's Gate could continue to wait. Instead of beginning his plans, he asked you to name anywhere in the world that you had dreamed of visiting. And he took your answer and ran with it, solely because he could. So off to Neverwinter you went, the both of you still sickeningly in love on the way. It was such a silly trip, mostly spent with you obsessing over their famous gardens and flowers. A subject that would have made Astarion’s skin crawl in a past life. But… seeing you smile as you sniffed every flowered plant you could find was too endearing for him to resist. It helped that you were very… open to his own interests, no matter where the urge may struck.

It was quite thrilling, to be powerful enough to get away with anything. He hadn’t been above killing anyone who saw your more public escapades, but for the few who he spared, he had more than enough coin to keep their mouths shut. You spent longer there than Astarion had ever anticipated, but things had just happened. The two of you bought a house on a whim, tired of inn prices when you could create your own home for a combined less gold. Before he knew it, you were buying the property next door as well, opening shop for your mage and witch brews. It was a fine enough life, interesting enough to hold Astarion’s attention when you both opened up a side business, a small but lively assaination agency. 

It was fun, killing those who were totally powerless to fight against him, deserving or not. Funnier still when he was able to do it with you. There had been so many blood filled nights that ended in lust-filled moans, Astarion would never fail to remember those years with an intense fondness. Nearly eight years passed before the two of you moved onto the next area, stopping for a few years in the countryside just for the hells of it. It was nice to take breaks from society to just enjoy each other, a tradition the both of you would keep throughout the decades. 

Your next stop was Waterdeep, with an unfortunate encounter with Gale himself. Unfortunate being that you still considered him a friend, and somehow convinced Astarion to help him with his next scheme. He was once again on the topic of stealing ancient magic books, enticing them with the promise of sharing their knowledge. One that he followed through on, but also one that took six years to keep. It had been… an experience to travel with Gale for that long, even if most of it had been working separately while communicating. But still, the constant communication had been trying, even if the knowledge you both received has been more than worth it. 

 But with that, you had no reason to stay. The two of you moved on, taking a break from the larger cities to explore smaller, more ancient areas. It was quite the experience, with some villages being as dull as a box of rocks, and others exposing magical secrets beyond what his old self could ever comprehend. It was through investigation into life in rural Faerun, and a fascinating one at that. One that only ended in three villages being burned to the ground and five murderers. All within the span of ten years. How much more of a peaceful time could one ask for?

It was nearly too peaceful, enough to finally drag Astarion out of the pleasant stupor he had been in. Everything in life for the past three decades had been wonderful and beautiful. But it was time to move on to better things. He had greater plans for the both of you, visions of your names staining every history book known to man. And it would all begin with securing Baldur’s Gate. 

He told you as soon as he was sure, more than ready for your worried response, “Are you sure we can?” 

The two of you were in bed together, your arms loosely draped over each other’s bodies. Your life of leisure had made you doubtful, a symptom that Astarion had expected. 

He sighed, tightening his hold on you as he answered, “Of course darling. With me by your side, there’s nothing to doubt.”

“But… I like what we have. Will… will we always just be doing plans for regional domination?”

Astarion almost rolled his eyes. He hadn’t survived this long to be naive to the benefits of leisure time. 

“Whoever said that vacations would never come into play?” He asked with a smirk, leaking in to kiss your cheek, “I swear you’ll have plenty more years alone with me darling, you can be sure of that.”

That seemed enough to appease you. You sighed, a tell tale sign that you were willingingly giving in, “Okay. Do we leave tomorrow?”

“Not until I make a few more arrangements,,” Astarion said, “You’ll know when it’s time.”

“Okay,” You nodded with a yawn, more than used to your future being semi-unclear. But that was okay. You knew to trust Astarion with your future, just one more thing that he loved about you, “Just try to give me some warning.”

“I’ll try,” Astairon lied, more than prepared to swoop you up in the middle of the night if the urge called for it, “Now rest darling. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“I love you,” You sighed before letting your eyes slip closed. Instantly following with your natural instinct to obey.

Astarion smiled to himself as he watched you fall under, murmuring under his breath, “I love you too my treasure, more than you’ll ever know.”He meant it with every fiber of his being, the seemingly only constant of his existence. Maybe it was closer to an obsession than the pure love that people dreamed about, but he couldn’t care less. What you had was better. And with you by his side, anything was possible.

#astarion #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #ascended astarion #long fic #spoilers #i am making bad man romantic but he still bad #like canon? #I don't know her #two more to go~

[lindwurmkai]

hey, have you heard that pillowfort has ✨ drafts ✨ now? (as in, the ability to save your posts as drafts.) they're still working on the queue feature (update: it's done!), but drafts are a big step forward!

in case you missed it so far, pillowfort is like a cross between tumblr and dreamwidth/livejournal, with a simplified dashboard reminiscent of old school tumblr and some classic livejournal features such as communities, threaded comments, and the ability to make individual posts followers-only or mutuals-only.

what are communities? basically, central hubs for posts about any subject you want that, unlike hashtags, can be moderated. they may have rules, such as "[subject matter] must be tagged" for example. you can post directly to a community or reblog existing posts to it!

since the site is currently experiencing some financial trouble, i thought i'd help out by spreading the word once again.

edit: the fundraiser was a success! crisis averted! i knew we could do it :D

why you should give pillowfort a chance:

no ads

no venture capitalist funding

no spying on the users

completely free to use except for optional premium features

nsfw is allowed except for sexual depictions of minors. if you're unsure what exactly that means, their tos may help

communities and the privacy controls mentioned above are excellent features

great community, low drama compared to other websites (so far)

the site's features themselves encourage genuine connection and good-faith conversation over endless "discourse"

every blog can automatically be filtered by original posts only or reblogs only

reasons not to join:

if you enjoy algorithmic social media. there is no algorithm at all

if you want to post or look at machine-generated art. they're still finalising the wording and personally i hope some exception will be made for models trained on ethically sourced images, but basically an anti-AI rule is in the works (update: finished!)

if you cannot live without reblog additions (reblogging with comment). all discussions on a pillowfort post take place in the comments section, and only your own followers see your tags. this has its pros and cons for sure! a similar feature to scratch that itch may be implemented in the future, but it will never be exactly like on tumblr.

if you need everything to be an app. the website works fine in a mobile browser and a progressive web app will hopefully be released soon (basically it's like an app in your browser and on mobile these can be added to the homescreen like real apps i think? they have push notifications!), but there's not going to be a native app available through official app stores due to the restrictions of those stores.

other factors to consider:

yes, the userbase is still small. depending on your interests, activity may be very slow. but we can change that! and on the plus side, reblogging your post to a community is a good way to easily get more eyes on it; way more effective than simply adding tags imo

the site culture is a bit different than on tumblr. many people read everything that's been posted since the last time they were online and don't follow more users/communities than they can keep up with. it's still somewhat lacking in shitposts and heavy on "essays" but don't be afraid to post whatever 😅

there are no blog themes like we have them on tumblr as yet, but you can customise your blog's colours and use html/insert links and images in your blog description

likes literally do nothing except to let OP know you enjoyed their post. you can't look at a list of all your likes. beware!

the staff is small and development is slow. some highly anticipated planned features other than the aforementioned queue include: - multi-account management - dashboard filters/reading lists - post bookmarking (since likes don't work that way) but we don't know how soon any of those will be implemented.

there is a user-developed browser extension (well, a userscript) called tassel available that adds additional features much like tumblr's beloved xkit :)

✨ okay, so how do i sign up? ✨

if you're interested but confused by the sign-up process or still under the impression that you need to pay to sign up (false), i'll put some clarifications and invite codes under the read more below. plus a note on donating, premium features, the paypal issue etc.

in a nutshell:

it's free

signing up without an invite code is possible, but you may have to wait a short while - supposedly less than an hour atm. just submit your email to the waitlist

if you don't feel like waiting, you can either use an invite code from an existing user or pay $5 to sign up instantly

every user gets plenty of invite codes and we're all willing to hand them out at the drop of a hat. they're really not hard to come by

some invites to get you started (just click the link):

invite 1 ▪ invite 2 ▪ invite 3 ▪ invite 4 ▪ invite 5

invite 6 ▪ invite 7 ▪ invite 8 ▪ invite 9 ▪ invite 10

invite 11 ▪ invite 12 ▪ invite 13 ▪ invite 14 ▪ invite 15

invite 16 ▪ invite 17 ▪ invite 18 ▪ invite 19 ▪ invite 20

i'll try to periodically check if any have been used and cross those out.

...paypal issue?

ok so paypal doesn't like working with sites that allow nsfw. as a result, you need a credit card in order to donate to pillowfort, buy one of those insta-registration keys, or subscribe to premium features*. i personally happen to have a credit card and would be willing to help out anyone who trusts me enough to send the money to me via paypal, but i realise chances are only my friends will do this.

some users are currently organising various activities for the purpose of letting people who only have paypal contribute to the site's survival. it's not super relevant for new users and won't get you access to premium features, but i thought i'd mention it anyway in case someone loves the concept of the site so much they want to support it immediately. a fundraising community has been created to collect posts of that nature!

*premium features are strictly limited to two categories of things:

fun little extras that no one truly needs

higher image upload limits, because obviously big images take up bandwidth and are therefore a reason for increased costs

you will never need to pay for vital accessibility features or anything of the sort. :)

#join us join us join us #my art got so many more notes over there #pillowfort #pillowfort social #social media #tumblr alternatives #;

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Screaming and crying rn also, because right after I sent in that ask, I went to go and read protector 2 and, dear writer of mine, how are you so amazing at writing Simon Shhsbsjsbsjbs actually combusting rn, love your work sm.

but! To my actual ask! so, this is another self indulgent one.

Ok, a lot of times, when I really laugh, like, actually mean it, I snort. And I’m really insecure about it, cause alot of people make jokes about it, or make fun of it. Like “you sound like a pig” kinda stuff.

So, I was wondering if I could get price, Simon, König, and Alejandro with an S/O who snorts when they laugh, and they get so embarrassed, cause they think they’ll make fun of em

Bonus++ how would they react to someone making fun of their S/O for snorting when they laugh? ⬆️ This is just a little extra if you’d like to write it

feel free to dilute/leave some parts of this ask out because I understand this is very specific 😅

have a nice day/night! <3

✨—

Thank you sm I'm so glad you love it. I tried really hard to get him right.

This one is easy for me bc I snort when I laugh too.

Have a good day ✨!

Price, Simon, König, and Alejandro with an S/O who snorts when they laugh

Price

It's not rare that he makes you laugh. He usually gets a chuckle or a good laugh out of you when he says something with that dry humor of his

It kind of makes him feel good when he does make you laugh because it makes him feel not so much of an "boring old man" as he puts it

He also just likes to make you happy

So one night while he's on leave, the two of you decide to have some fun playing a game together while sharing some drinks

You both are a little tipsy and in high spirits, so the jokes were coming out easily

Price ended up saying something so funny you couldn't breathe with how hard you both were laughing

Then you snorted and you immediately went quiet.

Your entire body heated up and you placed your hands over your mouth as you avoided looking at Price, the silence from him making things a lot worse for you

You were mortified, just waiting for you him to say something

Price heard it, but he was honestly worried that something bad had happened to make your mood turn sour that quick

"You alright, love?" He wondered and you nodded, though you didn't look okay. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's keep playing." You tried to change the subject but he was set on making you laugh again.

Because Price isn't stupid, he put it together and honestly, he was mad that anyone would ever make fun of you for snorting when you're at your happiest

He didn't say anything as he began to tickle you, locking you into his arms so you couldn't get away from him. No matter how hard you tried to get away, he just held onto you and tickled you

"S-Stop! John!" You begged as you laughed so hard you snorted multiple times.

"There we go." He chuckled and kissed you on the cheek.

He likes that you snort when you laugh because he likes when you laugh. It let's him know you're truly having fun

God forbid anyone makes fun of you when you snort when he's around. He's about to become the meanest version of himself because he'll find something to say back

Simon

You laugh around him a lot and at his horrible dad jokes, which makes him feel a little too proud of himself

It enables him to make more jokes and if Soap is around it's like torture

He uses them as a good way to make you happy and when you're happy, he's happy. It's cliché, but truthfully, your happiness is something that is his top priority over everything

Usually those jokes don't make you laugh that hard though, and he's okay with that because he knows you still find joy out of them

One morning you both are laying in bed, you somehow convinced him to lay in bed later than he usually does, dozing in and out of sleep since it was the weekend

Simon was cuddling you and he was content with the silence, but a good joke popped into his head and he just had to share it with you

"Did you know diarrhea is genetic?" He asked and you looked at him with confusion.

"What?" You asked half asleep.

"It runs in your jeans."

It started out soft, your laughter, but soon you were laughing pretty hard at his joke, a lot harder than normal. It had taken you off guard and it was a bad joke, but somehow it made you laugh so hard you snorted

You gasped and placed a hand over your mouth, before you hid under the covers

Simon was confused but oh so surprised at your reaction

He made you laugh so hard, you snorted

It was an ego boost that's for sure and he wanted to make you laugh like that again, your happiness making him actually smile

He began an onslaught of horrible dad jokes, making you laugh harder with each other until you snorted again

He loves it. He already loved hearing you laugh but knowing you can laugh that hard and he's the one making you that happy makes he feel like he can do anything

Death glares towards anyone who makes fun of you and he'll probably say something mean in return

(yes i took the joke from the tlou tv show it made me laugh)

König

Any good moment he has with you, he cherishes because sometimes he gets a little insecure about if you actually like him

It’s definitely just the social anxiety talking but it makes him feel funky so he tries his best to combat those thoughts by making the most of the time you have together

When he makes you laugh, it's almost like all of the bad thoughts get pushed away by and it just makes him feel a lot better than he was

He always sends or shows you things that he knows will make you happy or laugh. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at being your S/O

(You make sure to let him know that he doesn't always have to make you feel happy for him to be the best S/O you've had. You're always there to support him when he struggles)

One time you both were just sitting in silence, enjoying each others company while he decompresses after getting back from deployment

König was scrolling his phone aimlessly to just occupy his mind before he saw a funny video that he knew you were going to enjoy

He showed it to you, pride swelling in his chest when you began to laugh at the video and he even laughed a little himself before you snorted

When you suddenly stopped laughing and turned away from him, he immediately began to panic on the inside

Did you think he was laughing at you? That he was making fun of you?

Never in his life would he ever want to make you feel that way because he knows how bad that feeling is.

"I'm sorry." He apologized even though it wasn't his fault. "I wasn't laughing at you."

"I know, it's just embarrassing." You sighed and kept your back towards him.

"I don't think so."

He gave you a kiss on the top of your head and slowly after that you felt a lot less insecure about snorting when laughing, especially when he was around

His social anxiety disappears immediately when someone makes a comment about it and he may or may not call them out on it

Alejandro

This man is in love with everything about you and there is no one who would deny that

You and him laugh together often, there's a lot about life that you both try to make the most of and enjoy, especially when he works in such a violent field

He makes sure you're always comfortable around him and sometimes lets himself do embarrassing things to make you feel better about embarrassing yourself

He's 100% your ride or die and he will go out of his way to make you happy or to at least lessen the bad moods so you're not entirely upset

He doesn't joke very often with you but he never fails to make you laugh when he's showing you a movie or something he thought was funny. He also tends to tickle you when he wants to hear you laugh

You both were watching a comedy movie, a way for him to wind down after a long day of work

Something particularly funny happened that had you both belly laughing on the couch and when you snorted, you were embarrassed but you hoped that he didn't hear it over his own laughter, but he had

He didn't think anything of it, he honestly thought it was funny but he adored it so he waited for it to happen again when another funny part came on the tv, but it never did

"You don't like your laugh?" He wondered and you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"I don't like that I snort when I laugh." You explained and he hummed before he paused the movie.

"I love it, so you can do it when you're around me, mi vida."

Over time you stopped feeling embarrassed when you laughed that hard around him

If someone were to ever make fun of you when he's around, he's going to go into a million different insults, but in English and Spanish depending who he's talking to and how mad he is

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long and also that König's part was short. He's hard for me to write for some reason but I hope to get better at it

#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #konig x reader #alejandro x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #mw2 headcanons

[642spaghettiprincess]

Out of Sheer boredom.

A gift for @bumblehoneybee

Spring cleaning

---------------------------------------

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

Prompt / writing = Wholesome Angst (Platonic love)

About? Player (teen) finding out Dogday is thier father

Word count? Idk 😅

-----------------------------------------

After countless hours of you rummaging through the basement, clearing up the massive boxes filled with nothing but papers, you come across a box with dusted memories.

Those of you and the tainted image of a man that left you behind all those years ago during a crisis that you will never understand.

The warm touch, and hugs you got from him. He was the only thing you ever had as family. There even was still the dusted newspaper on the wall, of the house fire. The one that took most of your family's life. Your mother, siblings, and the childhood pet. It was so long ago, that you barely remember them as family. Afterall, you were just a little child.

Peanuts and Biscuits were running around in the basement, playing in the pile of papers that you deemed as recycling, like a pile of leaves.

This was going to be their room. It wasn't too small, yet too big either. They were exited to have a room all to themselves.

Dogday still didn't understand why you were doing this. Trying to convince you that they were already happy with the little hammocks that they were sleeping in.

He sat on the steps, watching over you. It was odd, considering that he would be doing anything to help you... infact he was doing the total opposite. While you weren't watching, he would put the boxes you moved back, or put something out of place. Anything to not move forward. You didn't understand. Yet, you kept working on top of it. Every time you stopped, he would keep stopping your process, doubled the ammount. If he wasn't moving objects, he would pick you up and take you to the couch.

Tension was stirring in the air, every dusty box you went through. It was nothing but paperwork that was unlegable, because the ink faded decades ago.

Still, determined you were. You never stopped going through the boxes. Almost every single one.

You were just going through the last one as Dogday, to your surprise snatched the paper from your hand. Afterall, it came out of a folder. You cussed and whined to get it back.

His orange fur sprang up on all ends. Heavy breathing and twitchy eyes were all you saw. You tried batting at the paper Yet, you were shorter compared to him. Jumping over and failing repeatedly. Your curiosity got the best of you. Killing you inside. What would be so bad that he would hide something? Especially you. This was starting to get at you. Crawling and prooding at your heart.

All hope seemed lost until something caught dogday off guard. Catnap of course. He's like the trouble maker out of the siblings. Being the cheeky thing he was, he pounced on Dogday, into the pile of papers, that Penuts and biscuts weren't in no more. The two little plushes barked and hissed at the massive cat, of a brother. What was different was that Dogday wasn't laughing at this. Panic was inside of him.

That paper you were reading, was going to change things forever. It would answer everything and destroy so many things. Being seen as the dead beat father, that abandoned you all those years ago.

The paper that he still had in his hand. You got closer to read it as the frail arm couldn't move. He was too distracted, trying to get Catnap off of him.

Eventually, he let go.

Your eyes widened as you kept reading. It was the answer to everything. Where your dad went, who was he? What was his purpose in playcare. It answers everything. Your father, was a test subject. He left to save you from becoming a manipulated doll, torn apart in the shadows that he was. He didn't want his child, becoming one of the monsters lingering in the shadows, like he was.

Water droplets, stained the paper. Small broken sounds of whimpers left your throat like a porcupine. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Peanuts ran up to your leg, pawing at it. Dogday realised that you had it. The secrets he never wanted you to know. Catnap got off of him and took the two plushies. Not wanting to be involved of a fight.

Giant orange paws touched at your wet cheeks. He didn't know weather you wanted to punch him or yell at him. He understood of why you would. "D-dad? I m-Missed you.." reaguragated, forced words left your throat as you looked up at him. "I missed you too." He couldn't take it anymore.

Dropping down to your level, he collapsed. Shaking and holding you tightly. Orange fur was all you felt. You didn't care anymore. Everything you thought was different.

You both were lost and found together. Whimpering and whailing out cries, like a broken melody of a song, from a ripped page of a song book.

You both were one again. Family all over again. You both didn't notice as the others cuddled around you both.

Even though your family has turned to ashes in faded dust, you atleast started a blank slate with knowing the father you loved the most, was found again.

#smiling critters #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters oc

[lo1k-diamonds]

Call You Mine💜 Chapter 1

PAIRING: idol!Yoongi x OC

SUMMARY: Freya despises everything soulmate-related, but one day her soulmate shows out of nowhere and turns everything upside down.

"Why didn’t you reach out to me?" Her eyes watered in response to his words and he was certain. "You knew who I was, how I was suffering." It pained him to say so, but he knew it was true. It had to be a conscious decision. And he had to know why.

A slowburn rejection soulmate story to make you fall in love with Min Yoongi (again).

WORD COUNT: 7.4k (Total: 297k)

GENRE: Rejection, Soulmate AU, s2l

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: angst, huge ass story that is an emotional rollercoaster, rejection (tho it has a happy ending), OC has a strong personality and flaws (all my characters do really), desperation, explicit sexual content, semipublic I guess?, riding, consensual but there's conflict, soulmate bond is inescapable and shit happens

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted in December 2022)

A.N. I have this poll I've been meaning to do about my soulmate series and to do so, I thought I should probably introduce those stories first 😅😋Yoongi's story is the third of the Soul Palette Series (but the one that started it all). Again, it is a realistic rejection soulmate story because I wanted a story where the female character doesn't lose her backbone as soon as [insert soulmate] shows in the picture/has sex. Lots of angst and fighting until the stars align ;)

"Poetry, music, a painting, they don’t save the world. But they save the minute. And that is enough.” Matilde Campilho

What were the odds?

“Freya, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, I am,” she answered nonchalantly, looking out through the car window.

Her mood soured with the conversation and the woman steering the wheel sighed. “Whenever the subject of soulmates gets brought up you just become…” Freya gave her an ice-cold look from the shotgun seat. That made the woman mad, “Insufferable.”

Freya smirked through her pain and looked away again. 

The woman sighed again, “We’ve been friends for almost nine years. Don’t you think I know you by now?”

Freya placed her elbow on the car door, supporting her chin on her hand. Her fingers covered her mouth strategically. She knew the lecture that was about to happen, Lidia never missed a chance to try and change her mind about this topic. She didn’t have the heart or energy to fight it anymore.

“Soulmates are each other's halves,” she started and Freya just clenched her jaw. “You were born with one, two parts of a whole.” Freya couldn’t have heard it or learned it better if she was in primary school. Sarcastic thoughts like that would flood her every time Lidia pulled that sermon on her. “Just because barely half the population finds theirs, does not mean yours isn’t out there.”

“Sure, he might be out there, but I wish to be like the other half of the population. You know, the one that was able to live happily by being with the people they chose to be with,” Freya said with a hint of victory. 

“Fair, but it doesn’t diminish the fact that their soulmates are still out there. They might have never met, but that doesn’t mean one should just ignore it or—”

“I’m not ignoring it,” Freya cut, annoyed. “I told you, I never met that person. Why would I lie!”

“I don’t know, maybe because you hate the idea of soulmates so much!” Lidia yelled back, fortunately without taking her eyes out of the traffic. Motorcycles were insane, trying to get in between the moving cars to get ahead. Freya was happy it was Lidia driving them to the venue. Lidia took a deep breath, “If something happened to him, you know you can tell me…”

Freya sighed, feeling stuck in the same loop, “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never met him.”

She hoped that would be the end of it, for now at least. Lidia seemed fixated on the idea that she was lying about her soulmate, that something tragic had happened, or that she was avoiding the person. Which didn’t make any sense according to her own rules, for fuck’s sake! Wouldn’t she be sick and whatnot if that was the case?

“Fine,” Lidia relented, as she always did when confronted with Freya's bitterness. “I would just like you to be open-minded when you do.”

Freya bit her tongue to hold back her remark and let the car fall into silence. She hated that topic and now it was stuck in her mind. She had never met that person and she never wanted to. She had no open-mindedness to offer because she would never be okay with it. And she wished she could just yell it out until it got through Lidia’s thick sand castles and baby cupids and stupid pink heartshaped butterflies: meeting your soulmate was terrible.

Sure they were supposed to be your other half, but they could literally be on the other side of the world. With different cultures and upbringings, you could be paired with a terrorist, misogynist, psychopath, the list went on. Who was it to say that person would actually fit your personality and values? Absolutely nothing, as history showed. Quite frankly, the fifty percent of the populace that never met them were the lucky ones. Never meeting them meant never experiencing withdrawals of absence. Never bending or nullifying your beliefs and values for the sake of someone else that, though unique, was probably not even the best match for you.

Because let’s face it: though science had proven its existence, who was to say the bond meant the same to everyone, or that it should be the same? For scientists, it was perceived more as an absolute physical attraction that would lead to the best procreation. That had nothing to do with love, with fated partners, or whatever else was mediatized. It all looked more like a romanticized publicity trope used to sell way more chocolates, flowers, and cards than Valentine’s Day. Or to make people feel misfitted and incomplete until they did find that person, instigating them to consume goods, programs, matchmaking events, anything that could speed that along. Why should anyone live with the unrelenting weight of not having met someone they never needed? That could ruin them, their lives? It was all terrible!

She would have known if she had met that person. Though she in general avoided physical contact, the mere presence of the other person was supposed to be enough for the both of them to know. She of course had no idea what it would feel like, soulbonds were also reported with different intensities for different people, but she was sure she’d know if that fateful moment ever occurred. Moreover, she would feel the withdrawal. Though tolerable to some, especially with medication, it would be impossible not to feel anything. She knew that’s how it would always play out: even if she avoided them and ran through the nearest exit as soon as she felt the bond, the need would hunt her, both of them, for as long as they lived. That was something she was willing to endure, though she honestly hoped she never had to. If she never met him, she’d never have to. So, she wished she never would. Simple.

Freya glanced at Lidia, who was now pulling over the security of the event and showing them her badge. Lidia couldn’t possibly understand her standpoint, and as much as they would fight about it, Freya wasn’t interested in shattering her dreams. If Lidia could one day live happily ever after with her fated mate and actually be happy, Freya would gladly support her. She just couldn’t be deluded by the idea like Lidia.

Their nine years of friendship were very precious to Freya. Though the focus on her career had led her astray from many of her friendships, Lidia always stuck by her. She was one of her dearest friends. She would always call and catch up on her, whether Freya was at a fashion runway, strike, or in a warzone. Maybe that was why Lidia was the only person she ever gave two cents to in regard to soulbonding. Everyone else was free to be their own idiot, but Lidia was her idiot. Freya didn’t want to see her get hurt. Lidia felt the exact same way, she knew that. It was the only reason they fought about it in the first place.

Lidia parked the car in the underground parking lot and Freya was forced to move. They were still by the entrance of the arena, the lights from the streets made their way to where they were. Lidia opened the trunk and Freya got her material ready. There was noise in the air and she kept trying to figure out what it was.

Lidia closed the trunk when Freya gave the nod and Freya’s blue eyes widened in shock. Beyond the entrance, behind the security barrier, there was a sea of people. People chanting, jumping, and screaming. 

Lidia was smirking at the sight, “Not your typical warzone, is it?”

Freya pulled her camera that was hanging on her chest to her face, regulating the lens to focus on them. They were mostly girls shouting, around their twenties, some if that. They had colorful banners with letters stamped on them and sticks with a ball that seemed to shine.

Click.

She looked briefly at the photo on the view screen, then up again at them. She was surprised.

“No, but similar. What could it be that makes them act like that?”

Lidia was passing her her media badge to access the event.

“Boys.”

He woke up from his nap, dazed. He kept having the same dream. He had had it for a while and in the beginning, he couldn’t remember it properly. Now, he could. No faces or characteristics, but he knew it was always the same person he dreamt of. When he told it to the others, they thought it had to be his soulmate and he had found the idea hilarious at first, that was impossible. But then, with the years, he started wondering. Was it that far-fetched that there was a connection between them if they were two pieces of the same soul? Maybe their pieces had an incredible bond and that was why he could dream of her.

Her. He couldn’t remember much, but he did remember that, which brought more weight to the possibility of her being his soulmate since soulmates were always of the opposite sex. For him, love or a partner was always about the connection, the person, not about their appearance or gender. He never felt like he had a gender preference because he would always look at personality first, but his soulmate would be female and he was okay with it. Though honestly, despite dreaming of her occasionally, he couldn’t conceive a relationship — he hadn’t had a serious one in almost ten years.

Life made it that way, and he accepted it. His career had taken off in a way he had dreamed and actually achieved. He was surrounded by amazing people, professionals, friends, and family alike. He had his fans, who supported him and allowed him to live every single one of his dreams, from making music, to not worrying about money, to being able to support his family comfortably. Did he ever wonder if loneliness was a price to pay for it all? Yes. Did he think it was? No. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, or his soulmate. They would show in due time. He was living, bit by bit, in tranquility.

He of course thought about what would happen if he met her. Seokjin and Hoseok had found theirs and they were exceedingly happy. They gave all others the hope of a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment, though none were particularly searching for it. ARMYs didn't know about their discovery, they had decided it that way. Not even necessarily because of the fans, but because of the sasaengs and paparazzi. The lack of privacy would be overwhelming and the men didn't wish to ruin their soulmates' lives.

If anyone had to choose who appeared the least interested in the whole soulmate trope it would probably be him. Yoongi was known for many things, he was aware, and the top included being snarky, lazy, and perfectionist. Some probably saw him as the most cold, obsessed with his music, a workaholic. It was somewhat true, he shrugged. Ideas were constantly in his mind and he was the happiest if he was putting them to life. That meant spending a lot of time by himself in the comfort and safety of his studio, space, and mind. It also meant he slept a lot. None of those characteristics meant he actually was cold or uninterested in finding his soulmate. Quite on the contrary, sometimes it felt it was the exact piece that was missing. He lived with it, but he wouldn't deny it or reject it if it happened. He would welcome her wholeheartedly, he had been waiting for some time now.

There was pressure to perform in front of thousands of people that night, as it was BTS’s last tour date in Europe, in Berlin. He was very tired, exhausted really, as were the others, but they were persevering. They had to, the quiet that would come after would be both a soothing balm and a curse. They had to make the best of it while they could, no matter what.

He was reflecting on that, at the backstage lounge after having slept a nap. The others were getting ready for the concert in other ways, though they were all quiet as the stress was building up. He walked out to reach the stylist's room and get his makeup done, knowing he would be the last one to do so when he felt it. He stumbled against the door awkwardly, completely taken by surprise. He looked around in shock, meeting the makeup artists’, hairdressers’, and stylists' surprised looks. 

She was there. She was there somewhere.

He was there somewhere. Freya was certain of it. She knew she would know when it happened and she knew. She was terrified, petrified in place, but she knew.

“Freya, what’s wrong?”

Lidia sounded worried and Freya blinked blankly for a second. She had fallen against the wall and was now leaning against it. People were passing in between them in that corridor in both directions, oblivious to them, most speaking a language she didn’t understand.

Freya immediately forced a smile, dismissing her question. “I’m fine, I just tripped.”

Lidia accepted it because, in the turmoil of people running around backstage, that wasn’t surprising. Little did she know what happened. Freya was nearly sweating from nervousness, her body too hot to handle the May warmth. 

How could that be, she thought, while following Lidia. She had lived in Berlin her whole life, why would it have to happen at a boy band concert? It made no sense, at all. On one hand, she had been super lucky to never stumble on him her whole life. On the other, really, a boy band concert? What if it was one of the fanboys outside?

That was her worst nightmare coming to reality. She wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity, but for fuck’s sake she almost had it. She almost lived a life in ignorance, free of fated bullcrap and withdrawal symptoms. Now she was facing her options: to run away immediately, to finish the job and hopefully never stumble on him, or to search for him. The latter wasn’t an option, and to leave without finishing the job was unprofessional. Lidia had asked her to be there to photograph that piece, the last concert date of the boy band in Europe, and she felt obligated to carry it through. They had an exclusive interview for their culture magazine and those photographs would make the fans go insane. Her professional code was above all else, she had fought tooth and nail to achieve everything she had. She vowed to never let her soulmate change her and it would certainly not start now.

Avoiding the person would probably be impossible, she considered, still following Lidia. The stadium was packed with fans and crew, there was no avoiding whoever it was. Since people kept passing through her constantly, she thought their bond must be pretty strong. Otherwise, how could it be that the sensation wasn’t fading as the person walked past her? They probably weren’t even walking past her. They were just somewhere in the vicinity.

There was no photoshoot scheduled, just the interview. When they walked into the artists' backstage lounge it was relatively quiet. There were seven, distinctively sitting in the corner of the room that had been lit and specially prepared for the occasion. Freya was surprised the artist’s crew had prepared that small arrangement for the interview, as it would usually be up to the magazine to arrange it.

She stayed by the door and grabbed her camera, pulling it to her face.

Lidia walked ahead with a gorgeous smile, “Hello everyone! Are we late? I hope you didn't wait long.”

The question was rhetorical, they were well ahead of time. Freya was immediately immersed in seeing life through her lens. She would do what she did best, soulmate pull bothering her or not.

She did not pay attention to the conversation between Lidia and the publicists, managers, and whoever else. She was certain Lidia pointed at her because she saw it through her camera.

"Just ignore her," Lidia said with a smile, glancing back at the camera. Lidia knew she liked to work in peace.

She wasn't a photographer who would take a thousand pictures to be able to choose one. She would take ten to choose five. That meant being very conscious of every angle, light, positioning, and framing. Everything had to be perfect. She had won awards for pictures she barely had to edit precisely because of her attention to detail. In warzones, she was severely limited in time and supplies, she had to make due. It wasn't the same circumstance, but her work ethic applied.

She liked seeing the crew work around them tirelessly and she wasn't shy about snapping photos of them. She was certain then that the concert was only about 20% the actual musicians. Not to diminish their work, but the show itself was not of their making. They were just starring in it.

The interview was well underway when she turned to the artists themselves. That wasn't problematic, their smile wouldn't change between the first and last question. She actually believed they'd relax more as the questions progressed, making their photos portray their true nature better.

Those thirty minutes flew truly by. She quickly scanned the photos she took through the view screen to make sure she had all seven in perfect soul-capturing moments, but she frowned. There was one that was different. He was speaking in the photo she took, he had an honest expression, and a beautiful complexion, but she didn't feel like the photo was as good as the others. He wasn't captured as well.

She raised her eyes to look at him and her heart jumped a beat. He was looking down, hands over his crossed legs. His hair was beautifully styled over his forehead, he looked almost like a doll. He sure was frozen, but she knew he was listening. His bandmate was answering a question in English and Lidia laughed, not too loud but not fakely either. That man smiled, not out of politeness, but out of understanding. Out of deeper thoughts. Something more meaningful. 

Click.

She hadn't even thought of it, she had to capture it. Her stomach was twisting, she wasn't feeling too well. Damned soulbond shenanigans. She usually did very well in crowds, but she suddenly felt claustrophobic. She slipped through the entrance door and left. She was fighting hard for what was happening so as not to ruin her day.

He was barely containing himself. He had an urge, an energy pulse that wanted to pull at him and take him somewhere. He was sitting as still as he could, respectfully listening to the interview and answering when appropriate. He felt his smile might give it away, so he kept looking down. Some of the others noticed and touched him soothingly in worry, patting his back or shoulder softly. He stayed quiet, he couldn’t tell them yet.

When the journalist left and the room emptied a bit in the last ten minutes before the final preparations, he was finally free.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" Hoseok was worried.

"Yeah, why didn't you answer the next album question?" Namjoon’s tone wasn't of irritation, just curiosity. "It's your question."

"You were really stiff too," Jimim commented with a concerned pout. They were next to each other and Jimin had at one point patted his lower back.

"Guys, let him talk," Seokjin interfered, waving his hand in front of his face. Was he getting hot? Cause Yoongi was burning up, and sweating without the show even starting.

"Look at him, he's flustered," Taehyung commented, looking at him from real close. Yoongi scoffed and brushed him away.

"Here's water, hyung," Jungkook offered him a water bottle which he gladly took.

"Guys," his voice sounded weird even to him. Since when was it this emotional? "I feel it."

"What?"

"Are you sick?"

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"Guys!" He grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders, who was still close and personal. He would have been annoyed if the occasion was different, he really didn’t care now. "I feel it. Her. She's here somewhere tonight. I feel it right now."

Chaos ensued, with some congratulations and some worries echoing throughout the room. They barely had a minute to discuss it with their manager Sejin, the first to be informed. 

They were rushed to the level underneath the stage and the manager just smacked Yoongi’s shoulder, "Focus on the show. We'll find her after."

He was nervous now, and not about the show. His mind was processing the facts now. The person wasn't in the crew, he would have felt it before. It had to be someone who entered the venue when he felt it. That could be anyone, from fans to workers, and little could be done to slim the number down from tens of thousands to one. That thought made him despair. How would he ever find her in so many people?

"Hey," Namjoon had his hand over his shoulder. His eyes had a glint of concern, but his expression exuded confidence. "She feels you too." Yoongi nodded, taking a deep breath. "She'll probably come forward after the concert."

"She's probably an ARMY," Hoseok winked. Yoongi just shrugged, he didn't care if she was. That was the least of his concerns right now.

"Just think this is for her, for all of them," Jimin added with a light smile.

Yoongi nodded and rushed to the stage, the same as them. He gave it his all. He was exhausted, but he wasn't giving up. He knew he shocked his brothers because he had probably never shown such a performance before. He couldn't explain it. He had newfound energy, and hope. Things would be different from now on, for the best. The thought that she was listening, and seeing him perform gave him an extra incentive. He teased the public way more than usual. He rarely displayed his English skills as openly, but the circumstances told him she couldn't be Korean. Whoever she was in that crowd, he wanted to make sure she knew they could communicate. Could she even tell it was him? She was probably as lost as he was.

The pull was hard. Freya was facing the whole crowd from that spot, near the stage. She could easily take pictures of the stage, as well as the fans. She was trying to focus on her job, but something kept interrupting her. Sometimes she would feel goosebumps all over her body, though she did not know why. Maybe if that guy stopped talking on the microphone all the time, she could actually hear herself think.

She rubbed her eyes with a sigh; the show was almost ending, it would be over soon. She was particularly snappy because of the bond-induced tension, she knew that. She would be able to leave as soon as it ended, just a little while longer.

Or so she thought. The venue started emptying and Lidia insisted for them to stay. She didn't complain at first, taking pictures of the heartbroken fans when the show ended. Most of them were emotional, tears staining their faces, but they were smiling. For them, it must have been a life experience to see BTS on stage. If only Freya could have appreciated it as much. She also wanted to cry. She wanted to run away so badly.

The venue was nearly empty when a publicist showed up to call for Lidia. Apparently, there were some matters left to discuss. Lidia nudged Freya, saying how nice it was of them to let them experience the concert for free before getting back to business. Freya knew it was nice, but she just shrugged. She wanted to leave.

But she couldn't, Lidia was her ride. She could always run away either way, but it wasn't professional.

"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked, willing.

"No, it's just a meeting. Footage of the fans leaving, the empty poststage and backstage, or even the tired artists are more important. Make it count," Lidia winked before leaving. She probably didn't notice Freya’s expression, as excited as if she was sucking on a sour lemon.

She needed to calm down, she thought. She had to be professional above all else. She could not, and would not, have that stupid occurrence ruin her photojournalist reputation. Over her dead body.

She exited the designated area, aimlessly taking shots whenever she felt it was worth it. She had her bag with other lenses that she would switch occasionally. She got lost.

Yoongi was despairing. He couldn't help it. He wasn't even listening to the argument anymore. He was focused on the feeling, on the internal drum. He was panicked that it was going to disappear in a heartbeat.

"There's nothing we can do! We can't prevent the fans from leaving the venue, we can't force them to leave one by one. Not to mention that just touching the subject would immediately destroy any option of privacy for Yoongi or his soulmate." Sejin was being reasonable, everyone knew that. But one glance at Yoongi's face said it all. It was not enough. 

Namjoon kept arguing, but Yoongi turned around to face the mirror, closing his eyes. He felt someone behind him.

"Do you still feel it?" Jungkook’s kind voice asked. 

He nodded with his heart tight in his chest. He did feel it, he felt it better now, if that made sense. It was called a pull for a reason. He felt pulled, compelled to move, to go somewhere. He didn't know where, he didn't know if it worked and it was probably not safe for him to leave that room. But he felt it as though he was a compass with an arrow juggling around. No one was going to find her but him. And he absolutely couldn't lose her.

He opened his eyes and confidently walked out, not paying attention to anyone. He didn't notice his brothers calling or manager Sejin telling them to let him go. The venue was nearly empty, maybe one-fourth of the fans were still around. He still felt her, so maybe they had a chance.

He walked to the higher levels completely on a gut feeling. He hadn't even changed outfits or showered yet, he was straight out of the stage with a gray hoodie and black tight pants. He had a black headband over his hairline that kept his short dark brown hair from falling down his eyes and the sweat from dripping. None of it mattered though, he didn’t have time to look presentable, he needed to find her.

When he reached the higher level, he wasn't even afraid to meet fans, the thought didn’t occur to him. He just stumbled, numb. He could barely feel it anymore, it was like a pulled elastic at the end. It was still there, and so was she. Yet, for a second his chest filled with anguish and it physically hurt. He had no sense of direction anymore. Nothing made sense anymore. He was failing and it was useless, he had no idea of what to do.

People were starting to mumble around him and he was brought back to reality. He needed an escape, to hide the repressed feelings that were starting to make his chest hurt. There was a door in front of him. He entered the room, slamming the door behind him.

Freya was walking aimlessly, completely lost. There weren't that many people around and she wasn't really interested in taking pictures anymore. The moment had passed. She hoped to catch the band leaving, knowing that was the kind of shot her magazine could appreciate for the online version of the article.

The more she kept going, the more sure she became that she was going the wrong way. She was effectively ignoring her surroundings and just going. The crew was going in the opposite direction, the fangirls and security too. She tried convincing herself that was totally normal. It was totally her own will taking her somewhere in order to snap more pictures. It was not that gut-wrenching pull telling her she had to be somewhere.

She was walking down a corridor when she suddenly froze. Her body was burning up, her heart racing out of control, but her gut clearly knew that was it. No need to go further. She was deaf at that point, the bond so strong it was a deafening physical energy current around her pushing her in only one direction: the door in front of her.

Everything else was muffled and unimportant. Yet from the outside of the door, she could already feel she shouldn’t open it. The force was so strong it was numbing. Her hand hovered over the door knob and she wondered how it wasn't vibrating with the resonance of such a powerful pull. She wanted to fight it with all of her strength, and her hand trembled. It would change her life forever if she opened that door. She didn't want that to happen.

But she wasn't strong enough, it was just so much stronger than her. She succumbed to it, fatefully so. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to rationalize it. It couldn’t hurt to see him at least once, or at least to tell him she wasn't and wasn't ever going to be interested. Yeah, that's it. That was why she had to get in there. It wasn't that person's fault and she should at least tell him that.

She entered the room quickly, a small meeting room, and closed the door without turning. Inside, the pull became like a magnetic field, all around them like walls, instead of a single string. She turned slowly around and saw a man standing behind the center table, having risen from his chair, staring at her in shock. He was different than she expected, though she expected nothing. He looked tired, that was her first thought. Why was he so tired? His dark brown hair was wet with sweat and falling over his headband. His eyes were smaller than she would expect, and darker. His skin was so pale she wondered if it was porcelain; was that makeup? He was her height it would seem, though bulkier than her. That hoodie did not give much away, but he looked comfortable. She was somewhat happy he was comfortable, despite his tiredness.

Her eyes were glued to him like nothing else existed because nothing else did. She was walking slowly in his direction, completely unaware. She had heard of the trance but she never thought it would be that strong. Her body moved on its own, her mind clouded as if she was high on drugs. She was such a strong-willed person, and yet it seemed all her convictions evaporated. Her legs were jello and would only move in his direction. She argued that it was only physical, her mind was still alert. Yet they were a step away from each other when she recognized her own lie. Her mind was as interested as her body, especially because she recognized him. But from where?

They shouldn't have touched, she thought. As soon as their hands did there was no denying it. There was no reasoning that could explain what was happening, except soulmating. Her chest filled with cheer bliss while her whole body warmed up like crazy as if she was a firework ready to pop in a million colors. And it was strange to recognize the same sort of emotion in such foreign eyes, in a stranger's face. She felt endeared by that face, propelled to care for that person with the clear consciousness that she did not know him. And her heart, or should she say soul, was at peace with it. 

She struggled with that thought. First, because she thought they would instantly love each other blindly or something, and she didn’t want that to happen. Second, because it confirmed her own theories that soulbonding would erase her sense of self, her autonomy, and her individuality. She would be damned if she’d ever let any of that happen.

She knew nothing would ever feel the same or compare to him. However, knowing it in theory or feeling it in practice were very different things. Every particle of her body and soul agreed that was it, her other half, and no other person, relationship or bond would ever replace it. She looked at her hands in his and she had to close her eyes for a second to control her emotions. The urge to hug him was making her toes curl.

“What’s your name?”

Her eyes jumped to him and widened. She knew him, she heard his voice a lot tonight. She pictured him without the headband in a pretty black suit and she gasped. He was one of the guys from the band! She was completely shaken to her core; how was that possible?! Weren’t they from the other side of the world? 

Then she shook her head, but of course he was. He didn’t live in Berlin, or else they’d have met before. He only happened to come to Berlin, and she only happened to be invited to work that piece last minute. Lidia would call it fate.

“What’s your name?”

His voice gave her goosebumps. He was saying it in English, not German, but she was totally fine with it. Despite the slight demand from his voice, he was using a loving tone. A soft caress to her ears meant to not trouble her. But she was troubled, deeply. She fought to keep her mouth shut, clenching her teeth and looking away. She saw his chest heave to take in a breath before insisting on knowing her name and she panicked. She couldn’t deny him if he kept asking, her soul wouldn’t allow it. So she kissed him.

She censored herself for a millisecond before their lips touched. Kissing him went against everything she stood for. First and foremost, because she was invading his privacy, his personal space. She was attacking him, sexually assaulting him for fuck’s sake. Soulmate or not, that couldn’t be taken lightly. Second, because it was disrespectful as a whole to kiss someone without knowing if they consented. What if he had a girlfriend or was married? Third, because she wanted to keep her distance from her soulmate. They were never supposed to have met, let alone touch or kiss. She wanted to leave, run away, and never look back. No matter the pain it would cause them both. That was too selfish of her and the more they dove in, the more she would hurt him, wound him. His soul, the other part of her. He was an unlucky bastard to be fated to be her other half.

Despite the flawless logic in all of those thoughts, she couldn’t stop her lips and he didn’t seem to mind. He was surprised for a second, before supporting her waist with his hands carefully while she grabbed his head in place. For someone who wanted to run away as soon as possible, she sure was keeping him firmly in her grip.

She forced him to walk back until he was against the wall. She did so because now he had nowhere to go, she could press her body against him. She felt absolute ecstasy running through her blood. She could not stop kissing him. She could not be stopped. She vaguely thought the only way would be for him to ask it, and she doubted he ever would.

His hands stayed respectfully at her waist, frustratingly so. It was infuriating in a way how he seemed to be more in control than she was when she was the one who didn’t want this to happen. She should be outraged that they were kissing without her consent. She didn’t have the mind space to think about that though, she would reflect on being a hypocrite later.

For now, his lips tasted like heaven. She was going into all the corny tropes because they fit exactly how she felt. She was riding the wave of a rush and it was divine. She had never been high on LSD or cocaine, but she imagined it came close to that. Her tongue had no problems invading his mouth, provoking hot waves of pleasure to reverberate through her whole body. The way he just accepted it, as if giving her the full reins of it, stupidly turned her on, egged her on. He was the only one who could stop her, why didn’t he?

She fought hard to stop their makeout session and pulled away, panting uncontrollably. She was eating him alive. So much for saying ‘goodbye, let’s never see each other again’.

“You… What's your name?”

Their faces were still glued together, his arms around her. She pushed herself away and turned to the side, covering her mouth with her right hand. Somehow, pulling away from him exhausted her. She felt like even gravity was against her. She stayed like that, panting at a short but safe distance, looking at him.

After a moment of silence, he walked to a chair and sat down. The corners of his lips were raised in a small smile, he looked calm. He had all the time in the world, it seemed. Well, she didn't, she had other things to do. Like running away and never look back. Stupid soulbond was too heavy, her legs were stomped.

He pointed at the chair across from him, on the other side of the table. "Please, sit."

She wanted to scream. He was being so gentle, so condescending. Was she an idiot that couldn't keep herself away? Y- No. She wasn't a fangirl. She was a hard-working adult. An award-winning photojournalist. She was in control. Mostly. She couldn't even look away from him, that empty chair had nothing on him.

She tried calming herself down. She took her camera strip out of her neck, letting the camera sit on the table, and then she also dropped her lens bag on the floor next to it. Her breathing was stabilizing and she swallowed dryly. He was patiently waiting for her. He looked like a mythological God observing her, a mere mortal, to cope with his presence. And she had all the intentions of kneeling and begging for whatever mercy he could give.

She scoffed and pulled her copper hair back, out of her face. It was good. That soulmate thing… It was strong. She never thought it would get to that point. She knew when to admit defeat. And that was certainly, still, not the time to. 

She took a step forward, convinced that she was in control. She was going to put her hand on his shoulder and say, ‘I’m sorry it had to be me. I’m not interested. Let’s forget this ever happened.'

Her hand actually hovered over his shoulder for a moment, when her blue eyes deviated to the exposed skin of his neck. Her hand trembled while she struggled between her wills, visceral thoughts opposing one another. He must have seen her inner battle because he extended his hand and guided hers to his shoulder calmingly. It tipped the scales.

Her hormones, body, whatever it was took control. What she wanted beyond him didn’t matter, no one beyond him mattered. She felt like everything in life was secondary, a faded background, dim against his brightness. There was only one thing she wanted.

Her leg heaved to the other side of him and she sat on top of his legs. He seemed to be expecting her lips when she leaned forward to greet him. His hands went to rest carefully by her waist while hers kept by his neck. He was taking her kisses fully, meeting her passion without ever imposing. But she was hungry. She started grinding herself against him and as soon as she could feel his hard-on clearly through his pants and her shorts, she just couldn’t stop anymore.

Her mind became foggy and nothing else but their pleasure meant anything. There was something at the end of the rainbow and she wanted it. Not want, want. Like the need to breathe. He grunted and parted their lips, trying to look around, at them, at her. 

She got up with a weird sense of ease. She unbuttoned her shorts without ever dropping her eyes from him. His, however, accompanied the fabric’s descent down her naked legs. She pulled her panties down in the same motion and he seemed to understand. His expression was now serious, as she imagined hers. She wanted it, like oxygen. Like daylight. He could stop it though. One word and her world would crumble.

He extended his right hand for her to take. She took it and got closer. He meant to get up, but she stopped him. She unbuttoned his pants herself while her heart drummed in her chest. It wasn’t even about what he was going to look like or anything of the sort. She just had to feel him.

She got on his lap and immediately pulled his erection out. It was hard and shiny, extending proudly upwards. Their eyes met and no words were spoken. His hands were on her hips and she just did what she was supposed to. She sat down.

It had never felt that way before. She was never the most sexual person, but it was not supposed to feel like that. If she had a will, it vanished then. Her completeness could not be described. It was like an explosion of color, like a gust of wind, like the stars on the black pane of the universe. She was a boat looking to anchor, he was the nest she came to sleep in. 

Once the cosmic waves were done resonating in her nerves, she opened her eyes, aware. It was like seeing everything blurry and then putting on glasses. She understood. She could barely think, but she knew she understood. And looking at his eyes, she knew he did too. His arms raised around her in a tight embrace to keep her close while her hips started rolling. She felt embraced, and accepted, like a promise was being made. Their bodies were giving something to each other because that was the only way their souls could be one again. That pleasure making her skin stretch was the extent their souls would ever touch each other. That was sad in a way, making her feel anguish. Yet he kissed her chest, right over her heart, making her come to an almost full stop. He was promising. She started moving again. That promise would only be real if they committed. If their souls actually touched and joined.

She had never felt pleasure like that. She thought she would reach her orgasm very soon, but somehow there was more. Like an endless staircase to heaven. He grew impatient with kissing her shirt and forced it out. She gladly helped. His lips on her skin were everything, and she moaned through clenched teeth at the shock. His tongue darted out to feel her breasts, contouring her bra edges and sneaking in as much as he could. She was still going, jumping as low as possible so he could do it. She grew impatient and her hands reached her back to release the bra when he stopped her.

He grabbed her hands, “No, don’t stop.”

It was a catalyst, if there could be one. His hands groped her firmly everywhere while she got lost in the feeling of riding him. She was now moaning with every motion, so ready to reach him whenever he was.

He grunted from the back of his throat, “Fuck.”

She nodded approvingly and felt the instant he was ready. She forced his hands on her breasts to squeeze hard while she sat down strongly a few times, making him go so deep it nearly hurt. 

Only it was pure bliss. She closed her eyes and all she could see was golden. Golden waves with particles of light. Her body trembled in spasms, her voice muted without breath. Her body felt like it was hovering in a breeze, floating. She could feel his hands, his body, inside and out. She felt warm and safe. Home. 

It lasted maybe fifteen seconds. Then, the golden waves receded, the lights disappeared like stars in the morning sky, her body floated softly to the ground, and it was done. Her head fell over his shoulder and his hand came to rest on her hair. They were both panting. They promised, it was done. She was hugging him as tightly as she could. She was scared to open her eyes.

You can go here to keep reading [ao3] (this story is finished) 💜

#Soul Palette - Soulmate AU Series #bts fanfic #bts #bts imagines #ao3 fanfic #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfiction call you mine #bts angst #bts soulmate au #soulmates #min yoongi #bts smut #bts suga #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #suga bts #agustd #happyagustdday #happyyoongiday #happy birthday suga #happy suga day #lo1k-diamonds writes 💎

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

I wonder if in the next Christmas special we could see Branch trying to hide his old hermit days from his brothers while planning the perfect family Christmas.

so maybe we see over the course of the next Christmas special Bro zone coming to Pop Village to spend this first Christmas together.

and Branch goes to great lengths to try and hide details of his past from them and just gets too over focused on making sure the Christmas is perfect and has no problems.

like maybe Branch is ashamed or even afraid of being judged as some sorta freak like a lot of the village thought of him as for all those years.

so when the Brothers insist on seeing his home while their in the village he panics and pretty much changes everything about it to make it appear more Troll like.

probably adding lots of bright colours and bright flowers and maybe even stuff like discarded wrappers to imply that he throws parties there often just like everyone else in the village does.

and of course hiding all of his own stuff like the rations and the weapons and maybe painting over the crazy wall writings he had.

and maybe as he's showing them around the village he gets some harsh stares and attitudes from certain people and his brothers question him on why these people would be mad at him.

and Branch thinks back to all the special occasions he ruined for people when he kept warning them about the Bergens only for them to be false alarms.

but Branch just nervously tells his bros he can't remember and awkwardly rushes them along on the tour 😂😂😂😂

just so he can make things appear more normal and perfect for their first family Christmas back together maybe even actively changing the subject whenever the brothers try and ask about his life during the past 20+ years.

but Branch trying to make everything perfect ironically gets to the point where the Brothers get annoyed with him since he was acting pretty similar to how JD used to.

and they finally question him on his odd behaviour although they kinda already know the reason why he's been so desperate for things to be perfect.

but they are still fairly clueless and worried about what he's obviously trying to hide from them in regards to his home and the fact he won't talk much about his life.

and this time when Branch nervously tries to shrug it off they act a bit firmer towards him saying they need to talk about this now as they've kept putting it off.

and when he tries to downplay it maybe just saying something as simple as he was obviously a bit upset and went Grey for a little while but he moved on and lived pretty normally for most of the years afterwards.

but the brothers don't buy it and they point out multiple things they found around the Bunker like weapons and traps and maybe they even uncovered the crazy wall writings he tried to hide.

( plus Gary if we're allowed to include him in this cannon lol )

anyway after all this poking and prodding Branch finally goes off on a bit of an emotional tangent maybe saying something along the lines of "" fine what do you want to hear? that I was some Grey freak who hid underground for years that everyone saw me as some crazy person who ruined everything for everyone else that I practically spent every moment of everyday thinking about nothing but the Bergens and fearing they could come back at any moment well fine you win you happy now? happy I grew up to be some freak who's always going to stand out from everyone else because no matter how much I change people around here are always going to remember and even if they didn't all they'd have to do is look at me and they'd know ""

maybe he says all this and turns away looking down in shame with slightly teary eyes but his bros just Hug him rather than Judge him like he maybe feared.

yep good old angst 😅😅😅😅 tho I'm not exactly 100 percent sure how to end the story but anyway what do you think about this as a concept for a future special?

#trolls #trolls branch #trolls brozone #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #branch #branch trolls #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls future ideas #trolls headcannons #Trolls #Trolls Branch #Trolls Bro zone

[thelaughtercafe]

Impactful Intervention

Tea Type: Half and Half (Fluff with Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Eating disorder talk(anorexic leaning), and self-deprecation though it’s not super explicit in either case!

Pairing: Bakugou, Kirishima, Izuku, Ochaco, Mina, Denki and Shinsou/Reader (Can be read platonic or romantic)

Length: 2.1k+

Summary:  You get reminded you’re not nearly as alone in your struggles as you like to think.

A/N: Sheridan here! This is super self-indulgent so I banged this out when struggling with the exact issue in the fic when I didn’t want to eat 😅 This is a continuous series with this as the first fic! Not much twording this is just pure hurt/comfort and fluff really, with some minor twords! I’m tagging it as a tlc: fic rather than a tword fic, but it will be tword series in 2 chapters, so I hope you all look forward to it!

“Why don’t you eat more often?”

The question was blunt and close enough to your ear that it tickled, making you flinch away from Todoroki with a squeak. 

His question registered and you swallowed nervously under his perceptive gaze, shoving a fry in your mouth before faking as bright a smile as you could.

“I eat plenty! I just had a big breakfast.”

The familiar lie fell all too easily from your tongue. 

Todoroki sat across from you with a reluctant hum of acknowledgment along with Kirishima and then Bakugou, as Deku and Ocacho sat on either side of you.

The quiet now that had overtaken the table was uncomfortable and you were feeling jittery under several gazes.

“S-So anyway-

Deku spoke up before you could change the subject. 

“You’ve said that to me before too; Todoroki is kinda right. Every time I offer you a snack you always say no.”

He was pouting and your smile widened nervously as you waved him off.

“You’re worrying too much! Really, I promise I’m eating enough. I wouldn’t be able to train as hard as I do otherwise right?”

Deku’s eyes were still worried but he nodded in agreement after a moment’s thought. 

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Most eyes looking at you turned away after that and you breathed a sigh of relief, your smile losing some of its anxiety. 

You didn’t expect to look up and meet Bakugo’s stalwart gaze. You nearly flinched in surprise but caught yourself; instead looking away quickly and rushing to shove a chicken nugget down your throat. 

Given his eyes still hadn’t left you, you couldn’t very well throw out your tray. So, you crafted a hasty excuse, checking your phone and making a show as your eyes widened before you hopped up, grabbed your bag, and dashed off with a rushed. 

“Sorry guys I totally forgot I have to return this book to the library today or it’ll be late!!”

Once out of the cafeteria you found you could breathe again; heart pounding a mile a minute. That was too close. Your friends didn’t need to share your burdens. They were your stupid hangups and deficiencies. No need to pile more on than they already definitely had. 

You made your way back to your dorm and tried to relax as your stomach growled. 

Later that day; burgundy eyes scanned the library’s sign-in book and narrowed as his fist met the wooden stand harshly. 

-----

The next day you headed to class and it went as usual. You felt you could finally relax; joking easily with Deku, Denki and Mina like any other day. It seemed that yesterday’s heavy conversation had all but been forgotten. 

Until the end of the school day. 

You trailed after Bakugou as he dragged you by the wrist after him protesting weakly. 

“B-Bakugou! I can walk you know! Just tell me where we’re going first!!”

The fiery blond was uncharacteristically silent and a chill went down your spine. What was causing him to act like this? Was everything okay?

You quickened your pace as best you could. 

Bakugou shoved you in front of him into his dorm room and you typically would have demanded to know what was going on…but the worried eyes and the way all mumbled conversation stopped when you entered made it all too clear. 

It had been too easy yesterday after all. 

You turned without a second thought but Bakugou was already ahead of you, leaning too casually against the exit with his back and foot against the door and staring you down impassively. 

You gritted your teeth but tried to keep your anxiety at bay. 

“What the Hell is this?”

“Don���t get so cagey; we just want to talk."

You reluctantly turned your gaze from the door to Todoroki, ever the mediator. 

Your smile was obviously forced, unlike yesterday. 

"Little hard not to be when I get dragged halfway across the school and have the exit blocked like I’m a wild animal.”

Your voice was not shaking. 

“We tried to talk to you yesterday but you just…brushed it off. We wanted to do it in a more intimate setting where you’d hopefully feel safer with fewer of us.”

Deku clarified, fidgeting nervously with his fingers as his gaze flicked between your eyes and his hands. 

“We just wanna help.”

Your answer was instant. 

“I don’t need help. Can someone please tell me what we’re doing here?”

A snort from behind you made you glance back and you tensed at the intensity in Bakugou’s expression, defensive, more so than you already were. 

Kirishima must’ve sensed it too since he moved to stand and held his hands up placatingly.

“Hey man don’t-

But it was too late. 

Bakugou was already closing in on you and your breath caught as he easily cornered you against the edge of his bed, tall frame towering over you. 

When your eyes instinctively moved to look away from his he hissed and grabbed your chin, his touch gentle but firm. 

"No. Look at me. I have one very simple question for you, nerd. And if you lie to me? Consider our friendship over. You got that?”

Your vision was blurring but you nodded shakily. Despite his tough exterior, you’d grown close to him. Were friends with both him and Deku respectively. So for him to threaten something so serious when you both know he’d follow through…needless to say you were petrified. 

“Why did you lie about having a book to return yesterday? And I’ll save you one potential lie. I checked the sign in sheet after school yesterday. Think carefully before you answer.”

He grunted before releasing you, turning on his heel and returning to his place at the door where he continued staring you down. 

You felt helpless. What else could you say? You’d been caught red handed. 

“You…you really lied? But you hate lying!”

You smiled bitterly at Deku’s words, but nodded in agreement. 

“You’re not wrong there. But I…”

You took a deep breath and moved to get comfortable on Bakugou’s bed, knowing you’d need to sit down for this. You were half facing Bakugou and Kirishima who was now at his side by the door and the others who, now that you somewhat had the guts to look, consisted of Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, Uraraka and Ashido. You flinched a little as you noticed Shinsou in the corner, so quiet you would’ve missed him if he hadn’t been watching you so intensely. 

That settled it for you, there really was no choice here. 

You closed your eyes as you felt overwhelmed and jumped at the feeling of an arm wrapping around your shoulders, reluctantly opening your eyes and looking to see Ashido smiling cheerfully at you. Kaminari wasn’t far behind as he hopped up onto your other side and joined your makeshift hug. 

You hadn’t even realized how much you’d been shaking until then and luckily their touch was grounding, helping you to breathe better and focus. 

“Shit…okay. Um…”

Your eyes went to the floor and you hated that they were already stinging.

“I just…I d-don’t really like eating in front of people? That’s how it started I guess. I-

A deep exhale escaped your lips and your eyes jerked between your friends in worry.

"Oh God what if I trigger you guys? This is why I didn’t want to tell anyone I don’t want to burden-”

“Hey.”

Shinsou’s voice was gentle but clear and at it you instantly quieted, meeting his gaze in surprise.

“We’re all here because we want to be and we care about you. Every single one of us has noticed the signs. If we weren’t prepared for it; we wouldn’t be converging like this.”

As usual, his words were nothing but unblemished truth and you let out a shaky half laugh. Even when you were on the verge of a breakdown he could stop you from spiraling. At least some things hadn’t changed. Still, you nodded and got ready to continue. 

“Okay.”

Deep breath.

“I’ve kinda slowly just…not wanted to eat really?”

Your voice was little more than a squeak before you rushed to continue.

“I mean!! I do eat sometimes! I snack now and again but I mainly have 1 meal a day and it’s highly unlikely I even finish that.”

You rolled your eyes skyward and looked at Bakugou’s ceiling finding it much easier to talk when you weren’t looking at anyone. 

“I lied because…It’s not any of your problems. You’re dealing with so much already; who am I to pile on or complain ya know? Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway. It’s really not that bad.”

Your dismissive words finally triggered a roar that had Kaminari and Ashido both rushing back towards the main circle as Bakugou lunged.

“Not that bad!?!”

“Eep!”

You squeaked as he easily pinned you down while straddling your waist holding your wrists with one hand while gesturing wildly with the other as he ranted. 

“Now you listen to me and you listen good! First of all; you can and damn well better come to us! We’re all here for you and you can bet your ass I’m sure we’re all going to help you overcome this. Something you left out but I’m sure you think; you’re not fat.”

Oh, look! Just like that, you’re crying. 

Deku had puffed his cheeks up and he hopped up and bounced over to nod energetically at you.  

“Kacchan is right! You’re really nimble! One of the fastest in class in fact!”

“And also one of the weakest.”

You thought your mumble would go unnoticed but Shinsou startled you by running his fingers through your hair and shaking his head, fondness in his gaze. 

“Dummy. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You have an emotion-based Quirk and still manage to keep up with your hero friends. You’re a badass.”

Well, now you were blushing and crying. Gosh, you felt like a hot mess.

“I second that! And you’re always looking out for us when we have any issues! You bake the class sweets all the time, always listen attentively whenever any one of us has a bad day. Heck, you even tried to help Mineta learn how to talk to girls.”

Kirishima chuckled. 

Uraraka giggled at that, making your blush darken. 

“Which is extra cute considering how blushy and stammery you’d get around all the boys but especially Bakugou at first, remember?”

Ashido joined in with a laugh of her own. 

“Ohmygosh that’s right!! Even with us girls, she was shy and hard to get to open up. She was still the class sweetheart even then though~”

You groaned, hiding your face in your arm. 

“Don’t remind me. I couldn’t help it!! It was my first time being around attractive guys; I had no clue how to react!”

“Aw, you think I’m attractive?”

Bakugou smirked down at you and even as you were sure you were a tomato by now you stuck your tongue out at him playfully. 

“Don’t let it go to your head hotshot~”

He snickered as Kaminari strode over to poke your cheek, grinning as you tried to bite his finger.

“Hey! Brat!”

He chuckled before rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“Anyway; you probably don’t know but you’re not alone with what you’re goin through. I dunno about the rest but I’ve struggled with eating stuff too. If you need me to remind you or someone just to talk to those who’ve been through it?  My dorm room is always open.

Todoroki raised a hand at that, shy but supportive. 

"Mine too.”

You found yourself misty-eyed but nodded sheepishly.

“I… I’m willing to try, then. If you guys don’t mind helping and it’s not a pain-wah!”

You jerked as Bakugou squeezed your side to cut you off with a grumble despite the quickly growing smirk on his face.

“Stop. Putting. Yourself.  Down. In fact…”

An idea lit his eyes that already made you squirm as he turned to face the others. 

“I say we tickle her anytime she says anything self-deprecating or when she apologizes for no reason. Sound fun?”

Your eyes widened. Bastard!! That was supposed to be a secret! He promised! 

Seeing the look on your face he snickered. 

“Consider this my payback for lying. Lucky you you’ll get to have 7 more lers to go to now~”

With that he pulled back, grin all the more wicked as he looked back at your apprehensive friends. Sensing what he was about to do, you whined. 

“Baku don’t you fucking dare-”

But he was already speaking over you. 

“Don’t look so nervous; she’d sooner die than admit it but she actually loves it.”

Well if you weren’t a tomato before…

As your friends all closed in with giddy grins quickly mirrored by you you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have such amazing friends. 

…You were still gonna kill Bakugou for this later though.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #female reader #boku no hero academia fic #my hero academia fic #bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #todoroki x reader #denki x reader #ochaco x reader #shinsou x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #mina x reader #tlc: fic #tlc: milk tea

[mageofseven]

How Likely the Boys Would Be Willing to Carry the Baby For You

Okay so I know I'm still writing a series on this topic (btw I know Satan is next but someone sent in an ask with an incredibly inspiring prompt about Belphie's so I think Imma do his next then Satan's), but I decide to still do this post.

This ranks how likely the Boys would be willing to be the pregnant one in the relationship, but in a situation where you/their partner wouldn't be in danger; you just want kids, but you don't want to be the pregnant one lol

•▪︎▪︎◇°●♡●°◇▪︎▪︎•

Most

Diavolo: Honestly, I bet most people thought Beel would number one, but he isn't for two reason: Dia's absolutely joy at being pregnant and Beely's absolutely joy at seeing his partner pregnant.

Beelzebub: This man is still incredibly willing to carry the baby. He may think his partner is beautiful while pregnant, but it not like he finds no enjoyment in being the pregnant one. This man is insanely curious while pregnant and is grateful to be able to take some hardship off of his partner.

Asmodeus: Honestly, this man thinks he looks incredibly sexy with a pregnant belly. Morning sickness sucks and birth will be painful, but everything in between will be great and at least his partner won't have to go through that stuff, right?

Simeon: Pregnancy is...well, not something angels usually experience 😅 still, he'll do it for his partner if he must. Every growth and sensation will be so new to him so please explain what's happening to his poor body.

Solomon: Not exactly something on his bucket list, but he'd do it if his partner was adamant about it. Would treat it like a little experiment and document the experience.

Mephistopheles: He'd definitely rather not. It simply wasn't the 'right way' to do things, the way his traditional family has taught him. However...he treasures his partner more than them therefore, despite how uncomfortable the idea of it makes him, he'd be open to it for his partner's sake.

Barbatos: He's lower on this list than he'd like to admit. He's always doing his best to take care of others after all, which is exactly why he wishes he could more easily say yes to his partner on this subject but also why he struggles to; pregnancy would make him tired, nausea, achey, give him headaches, and other things that could prevent him from doing his job after all. Poor Barb wouldn't be sure what answer to give.

Lucifer: This man is constantly exhausted and has headaches as it is; he doesn't need a pregnancy to make it worse. If his partner had some sort of health risk, he would carry the pregnancy for them with no complaint. Otherwise...this man likely won't do it. He is physically miserable enough 😅💔

Satan: This man isn't big on kids, but the problem is more than that and worse yet--he can't describe it. He struggles to decipher his own emotions most of the times and the thought of being pregnant conjures complicated ones that he doesn't understand, but they still overwhelm him nonetheless. Please forgive him. He is truly sorry.

Mammon: It was honestly hard finding a place for him on this list because I think he would agree to it but his partner should not let him. He'll do it to please them, but only for him to end up getting really upset and depressed with his changing body and it would be really bad for his mental health.

Belphegor: Usually Belphie is last in these sorts of lists, but no one can be worst than Levi in this specific one. As we all know, this sloth demon doesn't like kids so if his partner wants one so badly, they can carry it themselves.

Leviathan: Oh dear devil, this man would freak out and he knows it. He would rather never be pregnant. Ever little body change would scare him and his paranoid nature would send into a crying fit about how he believes he is poisoning the baby because he had a second pop that day. He knows he'd be like this and that's why he tells his partner he just can't handle it.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me mephistopheles

[a-mossball-with-a-pen]

Hi- Is it okay to request Vil and Jade with an S/O who acts like they have confidence and act all high and mighty, but genuinely doesn’t believe in themselves at all? More specifically, they figure out their S/O’s facade and confront them about it… That’s fine, right 😅 (Hurt/Comfort?)

Notes: yes of course it’s alright! I hope you enjoy these, I’m sorry if they may be a bit out of character I’m still getting used to writing them. also sorry this took awhile to get out.

✾ Vil and jade, confronting there s/o with false confidence ✾

Pairing: vil x gn!reader, jade x gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pronouns: he/him(jade & vil), you/your(reader)

“Vil Schoenheit”

I take Vil as a very vigilant lover, being able to notice the smallest details easily, after all he is a perfectionist. though I’d say your act goes under his radar for a while unfortunately. he’s always appreciated how you carried yourself, that air of confidence was breath taking to him. though he started to notice some falters, after awhile which..started to worry him.

I feel like vil is one to allow others to handle their own problems, but he hopes you come to him soon if something is bothering you. (which wasn’t the case he still holds this over you/j) soon the hints became obvious as he watched you carefully, taking in any visible signs of what may be happening. he slowly planned to confront you about this, he brought you to his room to sort this out.

as soon as the door is closed he immediately brought up what he’s observed, as blunt as usual, yet with a much softer edge as he eyed you; worry clear in his eyes and frown. in all honesty he felt horrible that he let all of this run under his radar. He held you close as he let you unload everything you needed to, running his hand up and down your back trying to comfort you.

admittedly he isn’t that well versed in comforting people but he tries his best to console you, and let you know you don’t need to hide behind a facade around him.

“Jade Leech”

I feel like Jade can pick up on peoples facades with relative ease maybe it’s from him being naturally observant or maybe it stems from the work he does in monstro lounge. Either or he’s quick to realize that the confidence you show is a facade no matter how convincing you may act.

Similar to Vil he finds a more secluded space to confront you about this, he knows the importance of privacy especially with how sensitive the subject is.

Once you feel like you’re comfortable enough to tell him you’re problems, worries, insecurities, and the like he will listen. He makes sure to reassure you that whatever you’re feeling is valid no matter how “dumb” you may think it is. While he isn’t the best at changing perspectives since I think he has a tendency to think of things logically, he is a good shoulder to lean on and to talk to.

a/n: I’m really sorry if these are bad I started running out of what to write for jade-

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland vil #vil x reader #vil shoenheit #twst vil #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twst jade #octavinelle x reader #octavinelle

[zoeykallus]

Hi!!

Just found your blog and I love it!!

Could I get some headcanons of the 501st standing up for/protecting their ftm trans jedi?

Aloha!

I'm late, I know 😅 Sorry! Better later than never, I guess 😬 (I actually hate that phrase)

You should know, I have no experience whatsoever about this topic, at all, but I'll try my best to not be an ignorant idiot 😅 Please let me know if I failed 🙈

Let me see what I can do for you 😊

Rex/Fives/Hardcase/Echo/Jesse/Heavy/Kix x FTM Trans Jedi!Reader HCs - Who You Really Are

Warnings: Bullying/Hurt/Comfort

________________

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

________________

>Master List<

Rex

He has never questioned who you are or how you identify yourself. You are his general, and that takes precedence over everything else for Rex. He doesn't allow himself an opinion on the subject, he's far too disciplined and loyal for that. Apart from that, he thinks it's none of his business, it's nobody's business but your own. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't have an opinion about other people's behavior towards you. On the contrary. Rex has a strong sense of justice and decency. You are sitting at dinner when you hear someone muttering. Rex is sitting across from you at the cantina. Every now and then you eat together there, among other things, to discuss missions and the like. "Is the general a woman or a man now?" one of the clones mumbles to his colleagues. "Was a woman, is now a man or wants to be one," says another. The murmuring continues, and you sigh softly, your shoulders tensing, but you decided not to let on. Rex looks up from his plate, glances at you, then past you to the more or less whispering clones. His gaze meets with one of the soldiers. "How about you shut up and worry about things that really concern you?" he growls, his voice rough and impatient.

"Sorry Captain!" Another says, "We can talk about whatever we want here." Rex clutches his spoon, so tightly it bends in his grip. "But not about our general. Show some respect, soldiers! Eat now and shut up, or I'll make you eat your own feet." You take a deep breath and have to grin as it suddenly gets quiet behind you. Rex threats are never taken lightly. Rex changes the subject to the upcoming mission and talks to you as if nothing has happened. You are grateful for his calm, decency and respect.

Echo

If you ask him, he would prefer to stay out of it completely. It's none of his business, Echo thinks to himself. And he keeps to it. He doesn't ask prying questions, he doesn't question his general, not at all. Echo is as disciplined, loyal and dutiful as ever. For him, basically nothing has changed, and he likes to say that to other soldiers who comment or discuss your transformation behind your back. "Nothing has changed, this is still our general, just as capable and righteous as before. Just as reliable as before. So I don't see any point in why we should discuss any motives or question our general." You can rely on Echo. He is a good advisor, an excellent soldier, very decent and dutiful. With him by your side, you don't have to worry about your back. Echo respects you because he knows how reliable you are. Everything else on the surface may be whatever. The only thing that matters to him is that you are still a good general, Echo doesn't have much patience with soldiers or people who question that because of your transformation, because one has nothing to do with the other.

Fives

You'll have to forgive his curiosity, but he asks you a lot of questions when he first finds out. Fives is as respectful as possible, though. As curious as he is, he doesn't forget who you are, his general. Fives is curious, lively, even impulsive at times. But he's also smart and a disciplined soldier; he didn't become an ARC soldier for nothing. Of course, he notices that not all of his brothers have the same respect or understanding, to behave decently enough towards you. In front of these brothers, he very publicly stands up for you, speaks highly of you as a general.

And now and then he secretly plays a trick on one or the other brother, he doesn't want to publicly fight and act like a wildling, but he thinks there has to be punishment. So he does it the most fun way he knows, with pranks. Salted caf, pink dye in shampoo, shrunk blacks and glued helmets are just a few things his not so respectful brothers have to endure. He also doesn't mince words in front of strangers or even other Jedi, should he have the feeling that they behave inappropriately towards you. He is fascinated by you, by your courage, your determination. Fives admires what you do, your transformation requires a lot of strength, courage and stamina, judging by how outsiders often deal with it.

"You're probably the bravest general the 501st has ever had". You raise your eyebrows and ask, "Braver than Skywalker?" Fives grins, "Skywalker is daring, sure, but this is a much deeper kind of courage and determination. This is more than just superficial courage." "High praise," you say with a small smirk. "Well deserved praise, General"

Hardcase

"Can't blame you, much more fun being a man," Hardcase says with a shrug. He smiles wryly. A little joke on the side. Basically, he doesn't care. You earned his respect as the person you are, not by your gender. Someone who questions that should prepare themselves. Hardcase may be a wild joker sometimes, but he can't take a joke when people disrespect you. By now, word has gotten around that he's looking out for you, in a way. Sometimes a sharp look from him is enough to silence whispering, gossiping voices immediately. He also enlists some of his other brothers to join the "Respect the General" movement. It's nothing official, but word spreads like wildfire. Soon you're the talk of the town because you have the deep, devoted respect of the men of the 501st. Hardcase has a hard shell, he's often wild and impetuous, likes to run headlong into the wall. But he is anything but stupid, and he has his heart in the right place. You can rely on him.

Jesse

He's a joker and you know it. You've joked with each other from time to time, supervisor or not. You are not too strict with him, you know all the men by now, some of them have their peculiarities, Jesse is no exception. You know you can always rely on him, that's why you let him get away with a lot. "I knew you were jealous of me. Do you really have to copy everything I do?" is his first reaction. But he smirks, clears his throat and apologizes shortly after. Jesse means absolutely no disrespect. In fact, he's happy for you, he's aware that the whole thing isn't easy for you, he admires your courage and determination, and he tells you that in private. "I'm happy for you, General." Anyone who treats you disrespectfully or questions you has quickly fucked up with Jesse. As goofy as he can be at times, he can also get serious. It's not that easy to earn Jesse's respect. "You better watch what you say, that's our general you're talking about." There have been some fights in the cafeteria, but Jesse denies it every time someone asks if it had to do with you. But you know that he likes to swing his fists or a food tray when someone says something cheeky about you.

Heavy

"Welcome to the boys club," he says dryly. Not much has changed for Heavy. You're the general, still. He trusted your judgment before, and he will now. Why shouldn't he? He sees it quite rationally. He can't really understand the people who whisper or even openly question your competence. "How can we trust a general who has changed themselves so much, someone who has changed their basic persona?" Heavy hears this sentence from a conversation between a couple of shinies and rolls his eyes. "What does it matter? It's a personal decision, a personal change, and it has nothing to do with qualifications. Our general has been carrying this around for a long time; it doesn't suddenly happen overnight. Nevertheless, the leadership has never suffered from it, we have always been able to trust the general. Nothing has changed in that regard. You better take care of your training, Shinies." It's not uncommon for Heavy to speak up for you. He believes in you, he trusts your leadership. Heavy's loyalty does not waver, ever. As long as he feels his trust is in good hands with you, he will always have your back.

Kix

From a medical point of view, he is quite curious and also fascinated. But he would never go so far as to ask you personal questions, he has too much respect for you, and he knows that is not appropriate in your professional relationship. "Hey Kix. What's the deal with our general, anyway?" Kix turns around and raises an eyebrow. He's heard many a dumb question regarding you and is prepared to hear another. Somehow, many of his brothers seem to think that just because he's a Medic, he should know everything about you and your transformation. "What exactly do you mean?" The soldier throws his arms in the air as if Kix should have already guessed the question. "Well, is the general male or female now?" "Male," Kix says curtly. "But not really, right?" Kix grumbles, "The General identifies as a male, so he's a male. What's so complicated about that?"

"What about anatomy?" "That's something that's none of your business. I don't think it's something you should worry about," Kix says reprovingly, "This is about your general, not an acquaintance from a bar, even if they were, it wouldn't necessarily concern you." There have indeed been stupider and even more inappropriate questions than this, but Kix always meets these questions with rigor and decorum. Whether you are present or being talked about in your absence, Kix does not hold back when it comes to taking sides. You are still his general, and not without reason. You are capable and a good leader. Kix, as well as many others, are always behind you, and will never allow you to be disrespected.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@allsystemsblue

@palliateclaw

@either-madness-or-brilliance

@ortizshinkaroff

@andy-solo1

@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

@greaser-wolf

@extrahotpixels

@hated-by-me

@hunterxcrosshair

@malicemercy

@bebopsworld

@echos-girlfriend

@cpnt616

@dangraccoon

@jediknightjana

@pb-jellybeans

@antishadow2021

@sleepycreativewriter

@projectdreamwalker

@1vlouds

#star wars #clones #ftm #trans #star wars headcanons #headcanon #fives #kix #echo #rex #captain rex #jesse #clone #hardcase #heavy #star wars clone wars #star wars clone troopers #clone trooper #clone wars #the clone wars #clone captain rex #clone medic kix #clone trooper echo #clone trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper kix #clone x reader #star wars the clone wars #the clones #clone troopers

[kurooblossom]

Asexuality + Obey Me

COMING OUT TO THE BROTHERS AS ASEXUAL

♡ Characters: Demon Brothers

♡ Warnings: ace!Levi, established relationships, gn!reader, language because I’m me, not proof read

♡ A/N: I was intending to write a whole thing for pride month, this being one of the posts intended for that, buuuut.. I don’t see myself finishing everything in time thanks writer’s block so. Just going to go ahead and post this. 😊

I do apologize if this leans heavily to one side of the spectrum than the other. That’s probably a result of my own experience as being ace so it most likely bled into my writing. Hopefully this is general enough. 😅😅

♡ Taglist

♕ LUCIFER

Lucifer will sit down with you and talk to you about you sexuality after you tell him.

Being that he has a higher sex drive, he wants to know about where you are at and how you two should proceed forward in a way that accommodates the both of you. 

If anything you’ve two done up until now has made you uncomfortable he wants to know about it. He’ll ask questions and such about it, to see if there is a way to modify the action to make you more comfortable, or just fully decide to not do it again if need be. 

Lucifer is overall very accepting of this new detail about you. He’s very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share this with him on your own terms.

♕ MAMMON

He’s the definition of “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.”

While asexuality isn’t necessarily a new thing to him when you bring it up, he doesn’t necessarily understand what that means. 

He’ll want to ask questions, but he makes sure to tell you that he still loves and supports you regardless of your sexuality first. 

Once he knows that you know that he loves you and that you two are okay still, he will start to ask questions. You two talk for hours about your sexuality and what that means for you and your relationship.

Mammon is big on consent and being comfortable for both parties, so he listens intently as you answer his questions.

As long as you are happy, so is Mammon, so any changes that were needed to be made were more or less seamless. 

♕ LEVIATHAN

Levi is very familiar with asexuality, probably the most familiar outside of Asmodeus.

His shoulders visibly relax when you tell him what was that thing you “needed to talk to him about.” He thought you were going to break up with him.

Admittedly, you’re a little confused when you see his reaction.

“Thank Diavolo, I thought you were going to break up with me.” He sighed, briefly going off on his usual otaku deprecation tangent before returning to the subject.

He softly smiles at you and opens up about his own relationship with sexuality, which happens to be also on the asexual spectrum. 

You two go late into the night and early morning discussing your sexualities and how to make you both happy.

Not much really changes, aside what you discussed that needed to change. Levi is big on consent with both himself and you, so only a few things needed changing to be more ideal for you both. 

♕ SATAN

Ngl I see him as demisexual but that’s a conversation for another day.

Thanks to Asmodeus, Satan is already familiar with asexuality before you bring the topic up. 

He’s looked into it before but the Devildom library has very limited selection of books on sexuality. Also, the books are very dated more times than not so they don’t really help much. 

Much like his father his brother Lucifer, his first instinct is to ask questions that relate to the two of you. Much like his brothers, he loves you and wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. 

♕ ASMODEUS

Asmodeus frowns when you come out about your sexuality to him. He doesn’t frown out of anything malicious, rather he is hyperaware of how he has treated you up to that point, and is worried if he made you uncomfortable.

Out of all the brothers’, he knows the most about asexuality from the start, which explains his reaction.

He’s quick to ask you what he needs to change, taking mental note of everything you say.

Asmo is probably the most accommodating to your needs. Despite being the Avatar of Lust, sex isn’t everything for him. He adores being with you because you are you.

♕ BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub just wants his family to be happy at the end of the day, and you’re apart of that family, so his attention is all yours when you bring up the subject.

He’s a little clueless at first so you’ll have to explain everything to him.

Beel beforehand was already very accommodating to your needs, only really doing things with your consent. 

Despite this though, he asks if anything needs to change, and he notes what you say.

He’s so cute about whatever changes he needs to make. He’s dedicated and damn it he’s going to make sure change happens.

♕ BELPHEGOR

Belphegor perks up when you come in after classes and ask to talk. If it was anyone else, he’d be irritated because they would be interrupting his afternoon nap but it’s you. So he’s more than happy to miss out on it.

He listens attentively to you as you speak, asking questions when he doesn’t understand or would like more information to fully understand.

Although he never personally looked into what asexuality, he has heard Asmodeus tell Satan about before while he was trying to take a nap in the common room.

He more or less understands the basics of asexuality, but if you’re not the textbook definition of asexuality, you will have to teach him a bit.

Belphegor asks if you wish for anything to change, takes note of anything, and then asks if you two can cuddle before he takes his afternoon nap. 

Any changes are seamless. Honestly is as easy as breathing for him. 

Idk how to write the twins. Help.

#I've barely slept recently so editing was a hard no #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #lucifer headcanon #lucifer fanfic #lucifer fanfiction #mammon fanfic #mammon fanfiction #mammon headcanon #satan fanfic #satan fanfiction #satan headcanon #asmodeus fanfic #asmodeus fanfiction #asmodeus headcanon #beelzebub fanfic #beelzebub fanfiction #beelzebub headcanon #belphegor fanfic #belphegor fanfiction

[masonmyluv]

Home race - CL16 🙈

Charles Leclerc x reader

Childhood friends reunited

Warnings: mention of an inchident, some curse words

A/N: this is my first story about Charles Leclerc so pls don’t judge 😅😊

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your childhood best friend, actual F1 driver, was back in Monaco. How could you forget? You thought about it since this season started. What if you're going to bump into him on the streets? It's been 5 years since you stopped talking and never got in touch with each other.

While Charles was busy signing for fans, Arthur's eyes wondered further from the crowd and spotted you. "Isn't that Y/N?" He whispered to Charles. "Who?" His brother replied. "Never mind. I'll be over there at the cafe" Arthur said, making his way over to you.

You pretended you were intensely studying the menu (even though you already ordered) when he approached you. "Is this Y/N Y/L/N?" You looked up in a beat, a bit disappointed it wasn't Charles, but his brother. Damn, their voices were so alike. "Yep. That's me" you replied smiling. "I haven't seen you in a loooong time" he said, sitting in the opposite chair. "Same to you. How you've been?" You asked. "Pretty good, got into F2, things are going well. Charles over there is in F1, so he does better than me" he rolled his eyes playfully. "He's not really doing well with all the crashes" you mumbled. "So you're watching? Are you a fan?" He smirked. "Well... only when I'm bored" you said. "Anyways, what about you?" He asked. "You're always changing the subject when you don't like something" you chuckled. "I'm good, I'm studying Architecture here, I still have 3 more years to go". "And do you have someone?" He asked.

Just when you were about to reply, Charles appeared by his brother's side. "Are you trying to hook up? Really?" He said to Arthur. "Bro, it's Y/N. Your best friend remember?" Arthur said, Knocking into Charles's head. Charles looked over to you, still not making out who you were. You were a bit disappointed because he didn't remember you, but you remembered everything about him and still had that stupid crush on your best friend. Or ex best friend.

"You should invite her to the race tomorrow" Arthur suggested. "Even though she watches F1 when bored".

"OOOOH!!! It's Y/N/N" Charles said. "You and your stupid nickname. Yes, it's her" Arthur rolled his eyes. Charles couldn't contain his excitement, so he hugged you. "I missed you" he whispered. "I missed you too". "So you're coming to the race then?" He asked. "Sounds good" you smiled.

-- 5 hours before the race --

"I told you not to freak out" Arthur said, hugging you. "I till feel weird to be here. I basically know nothing" you said. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything you need to know. By the way, Charles's sending you a gift" he said. "Really? After I spent 2 hours to pick my outfit, you give me a t-shirt?". "It's designed by Charles for the race. Come on, you'll look good" he said.

"So did you understand how things are around here?" Arthur asked. "Let's hope for the best" you laughed awkwardly. Man, this sport was something else. "And now Ferrari motor home. And probably Charles is dressing up in here" Arthur said, making his way through the mechanics who we're finishing the last checks on the car. Indeed, Charles was putting on his special Monaco suit and he looked damn hot in it. Fuck, go away stupid crush.

"Y/N, you came. And you're looking good" Charles said, hugging you. "Of course. Wouldn't want to miss my best friend racing right?" You chuckled. "Oops forgot something. Be right back" Arthur said, leaving the two of you alone. "So..." Charles said. "Are you scared? I mean, I would be, driving 200 on these streets. Or are you feeling pressured because it's a home race? I would, I'm always feeling under pressure and I can't work properly" you ranted. "I do feel scared and excited, and under pressure, but I'm enjoying it to the maximum" he replied. He always liked when you asked his questions and were honest with him. "So... who's your biggest rival?" You asked. "Myself". "I would say Verstappen cuz I do like him... and probably Hamilton. He's ok" you said.

"And who's this beautiful lady we have here?"

"Carlos, she's Y/N, my...best friend" Charles said. "Hi. Nice to meet you" you said. "Carlos is my teammate who I don't know what is doing here" Charles narrowed his eyes at him. "Just wanted to wish you luck. But I guess you already have" he grinned.

"I have to get in the car. Make sure your headset is working properly and enjoy watching" Charles said. "Thanks. Wait Charles" you said, before he could put on his helmet. "Yeah?". You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Win for me, will ya?" You winked, making him blush.

"Watching the two of you is funny. You clearly have feelings for each other" Arthur said. "And where have you been, mister?". "Just letting you have some time with him. And I guess he's going to invite you to the party as well" he said, helping you put on the headset so you could hear Charles's radio. "What party?" You asked. "After the race, there's a party to celebrate. If he wins, he'll want you by your side. If he loses, he still wants you by his side" he shrugged. "Is it starting?" You asked. "Yeah. Pray for him".

"Omg is he okay??" You asked, seeing the collision between him and Carlos. "Yeah it's just the front wing. He should be able to continue the race" Arthur explained.

"Fucking hell why would he do that??? Putain!!! That idiot!!!"

You winced at his words, never seeing Charles so angry before. Sure his own teammate would sabotage him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N"

"He's a twat" Arthur sighed. "He still had time no?" You asked. "Maybe, but I guess he already gave up". "Can I told to him?" You asked and Arthur nodded.

"Charles, it's Y/N speaking. Please don't give up, you've worked so hard for this and it's a shame to give up now. This is your empire, Charles, show them who's the king. I know you won't give up that easily. Or so I thought that I know my best friend. I love you, Charles. Make everyone proud"

"You confessed over the radio? You're crazy" Arthur chuckled. "He needs to know. I can't hide it anymore" you shrugged. "Welcome to the family. Officially as Charles's girlfriend" he said, hugging you. "He didn't ask me yet" you laughed. "He will, trust me. Probably the first thing he'll do when he gets out of the car".

And it's first place for Charles Leclerc in Monaco. What a race! The Monaco curse is broken!

And Arthur was indeed right. After congratulating the other drivers on the podium, he ran to where you were and hugged you tightly. "Be my girlfriend? Please". "Hmm I don't know..." you faked thinking about it. "We haven't talked for five years. I still don't know why we did that" you said. "Me neither. I guess it's my fault. I was at the beginning of the F1 career and didn't want a distraction. Sorry for that" he said. "It's okay. Let's just enjoy is being reunited" You leaned in, pressing your lips to his. "God, I can't believe I did that" you chuckled. Charles smirked before pulling you into another kiss. "Get a room. Wait first go to celebrate and then get a room" Arthur said, hugging the both of you. "Or we could celebrate in a room" Charles shrugged. "Gross. Now go, the trophy's waiting" Arthur said.

After the celebration, Charles came back into the garage, smelling like champagne, but you didn't care. And after that, you went to the party and as Arthur said everything you did was 18+🤪.

Hope you like it ❤️🤍

Praying to all odds for Charles to win today 🥹

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff #monaco gp 2023

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Look I’m soft and I cannot handle angst with my boys 😭

So I’m changing the subject with a prompt I had soap being short and the struggles that come with it

I can imagine soap having to ask to get something off like the top self since he can’t reach (neither can I lol) and when he needs something from like a high self he’ll go on someone shoulders. Ghost (obviously) is like the first person he goes to because as much as he tease him he’ll help him with no problem ( ghost just likes soap thighs around his neck) but there are other that will help him (König , Alejandro, Rudy, etc they too like soap thighs around their neck) ghost doesn’t like that so he’ll always offer to carry soap anytime even when it’s not needed (soap thinks it’s cute) sometimes soap show that he can still get stuff with or without help (ghost finds his smile adorable after he gets what he reach for.)

Price actually is the one who puts stuff down where soap can reach so he doesn’t hear about all the nosebleeds, passed out men, or red, flustered faces soap cause just because he accidentally tightened his thighs against their neck

I love putting them through pain sometimes. It’s so much fun. But this was both hilarious and too cute and I got very carried away with it 😅

I can literally see Soap climbing the cabinets and shit to get things up high because he doesn’t wanna bother anyone and it’s too much effort to grab a seat and use that. Nobody knows he does this though since he does it when nobody else is around because he knows they’ll all make fun of him for being short.

So the first time Ghost walks in and sees Soap, half up a cabinet, precariously balancing on the open door and bench while reaching for a container, he just about shits a brick 😂 he full on, freaks tf out and speed walks over only to lift the man from the cabinets and put him back on the floor.

Soap’s upset and embarrassed and Ghost is wildly exasperated but he’s also so soft for those sad eyes and pout that he just offers to boost the man up on his shoulders. Johnny still looks reluctant but ends up accepting, embarrassment quickly dying and being replaced with excitement at being so tall.

And if Ghost finds that he loves having the man’s thighs around his head and is totally unbothered when Johnny asks if he can stay up there a little longer? Well that’s his business.

The next time Soap needs help Ghost isn’t around but König is, and the sergeant would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about how it would feel to be even taller than what he was on Ghost’s shoulders.

The Austrian has no issue helping the man out, letting him up and smiling under the mask when he’s met with an excited little laugh and the man’s thighs squeezing a little tighter around his head. He can see why so many people would gush about wanting their heads to be crushed by big thighs.

Rudy ends up doing it because: 1) Gaz refused to do it and 2) Soap nearly cracked his head open when his foot slipped off the shelf. And he’s gotta say, he would happily die there, between those glorious thighs, with a half hearted apology to Alejandro for leaving him behind.

Of course Alejandro had to do it because Rudy kept ranting about how divine it was and how they should try and introduce Soap into their dynamic in some way. So of course he had to see what all the fuss is about. But when Soap needs help reaching something Ghost is there and won’t let anyone else help the man, even though there are some very enthusiastic volunteers for the job.

In the end Alejandro decides to just pick the man up of his own accord, completely ignoring the glare Ghost sends him in favour of relishing in the way Soap’s thighs squeeze tight in his panic to stay upright. Yes, him and Rudy would have to figure out a way to bring Soap into their dynamic. Ghost and his jealousy be damned.

Price has seen pretty much all of these instances and he’s so over all these men fawning over his pseudo son’s thighs. If he had it his way, everything would be stored down low so all those tall bastards would have to bend down to get things. But then that might cause a whole new problem since Soap didn’t crouch when he needed things from down low.

#fic prompt #ghost x soap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #call of duty #ghost #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #prompt #fic #reply #response #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #short soap #jealous ghost #soap’s amazing thighs #everyone’s tall except soap #dad price #price is so tired #oblivious soap #thicc thighs #alejandro vargas #konig #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick #141 x soap #possessive ghost #rodolfo parra

[studentbyday]

oops! i did it again. lessons from this school year...

Hey, you remember that post I made about my winter term priorities? HAHAHAHAHahaha ha ha. That plan totally went to shit, but it's all part of the journey, right? 😅 (Tbh, it's quite difficult to make a conscious effort to change yourself when the default response to being and feeling busy is to go on autopilot -> all the unconscious habits, even if unhealthy, take control, and bc it's unconscious, you don't realize it until it gets quite bad! anyway! no more! my future plans make it so this will be impossible to do while still retaining some sense of sanity. so to prep, we're gonna slowly implement little changes so hopefully it's not so overwhelming that i give up)

🧘🏻‍♀️ comparing mindsets in fall and winter term

Fall term was not that bad bc I had 2 STEM subjects I really really loved and was interested in (biochem and mol bio 💕), and despite their difficulty, that love and interest and the feeling that "I am in the right field for me" kept me positive. There were times I thought I would feel burnout symptoms if I wasn't careful, but I really think that positivity protected me from the worst of it.

Winter term, however...I had one favorite subject: moral philosophy, which led to me wistfully dreaming about an AU in which I double majored in philosophy and piano performance, lol. After the highs of biochem and mol bio and the natural ease with which the bits of info flowed together in those subjects, I did not enjoy pharmacology or the 2nd half of psyc as much -> loss of interest -> negativity and feeling like I'm in the wrong field bc how dare I not like pharmacology (or psychology) as much as the other life science-y subjects when it's really so important for us to survive and thrive! 😅 I mean, there were times I could get that spark from pharmacology or psyc, but it wasn't often enough or intense enough to keep me consistently inspired throughout the semester. The feeling of "maybe I don't have what it takes and I'm in the wrong field" was compounded by the re-realization that there's sm to know of bioinformatics and I struggle to know any of it! Persevering is important, but it's harder to persevere with a negative mindset.

😤 what went wrong this school year and what i learned from it

I still struggle with perfectionism (and bc of it, procrastination). While it might not be as bad as it was in high school, I still spent too long on assignments that weren't worth much and during finals season, was so scared of getting less than 90% just to keep up my A+ streak. Like, I'm pretty sure no one who cares to know your GPA cares about whether you have an A+ streak or not. I have too high a threshold for what is a "disappointing" grade. I also struggle with deep regret about how I haven't mastered everything they throw at us in each course... definitely an unrealistic expectation, especially as the proportion of new info to absorb increases with each course. I did what I could using what I knew to do, so it is what it is. I may find ways to make improvements and learn more, but I won't beat myself up for not having known to do those things in the past.

Did not use effective study methods. Since first year, my problem has been keeping up with the readings and my solution has been to just use typed outline notes. It worked for the first few years when it was mostly review from previous courses with a few new concepts in between. But as I progress through my degree, the proportion of completely new info is increasing. This notetaking method won't work anymore bc it just causes cognitive overload, especially during exam season (when I've mostly forgotten the details of everything that isn't smth I've already known for years). E.g. for pharmacology, I got so bogged down by the details of all the drug classes that I didn't see the big picture and so didn't organize the info according to it. This made it hard to see patterns and better chunk the info. I was so stressed during finals season bc of this (and the sheer amount of notes that I had to read for psyc 😭). What makes it feel like even more of a problem is that the cognitive overload problem from my notetaking method has been a thing for all other uni courses thus far, it's just that pharmacology was the first time I needed to create a stronger connecting thread between the otherwise disparate pieces of info (drug classes). In all other courses, that thread was part of the nature of the topic being studied so I eventually understood it as I kept going and mentally re-organized it in my brain...but even then it was hodge-podge and so my depth of mastery was and is so flimsy, and every semester I leave feeling drained and like I wasted the opportunity to maximize my learning. (How dramatic I get about this is also probably tied to my perfectionism, but I still think it would greatly benefit future me to change my notetaking style.)

🎓 advice for future me

Look at the academic calendar, specifically the faculty course descriptions. Look at how many hours they say you should expect to spend on each activity in the course. Try to use those learning hours as a guide for your schedule so that you don't spend too long on an item that isn't worth much. If there isn't such a breakdown, assume one based on whatever they give you or other courses and adjust from there.

Be a more efficient reader by skimming the text first so you can map the flow of info in a way that best creates ease of understanding/synthesis/memory (e.g. via an outline, tree diagram, flowchart, mind map, or simple drawings - and noticing when a list/outline will NOT be helpful bc it'll just be too overwhelming and not easy to compare/contrast info and see patterns). I knowww you've survived thus far without doing it this way and done well, BUT with this many courses, the increasing complexity of each subject, and the overload of info in each, you WILL need to do this to make quicker work of the readings, save you sooo much stress during exam seasons, and improve how much you learn while in school which is the real goal you've wanted to achieve all this time. Don't repeat the mistake you made in pharmacology. And it really doesn't have to be aesthetic and you definitely should NOT get caught up with it if you really wanna learn. You could just use one color for everything and a highlighter and just basic shapes/lines - that alone can be way more effective than boring paragraphs/lists or a colorful, overly complex diagram that'll just distract you from the main point.

Create a realistic daily routine (wake-up and sleep times, start and end times for schoolwork) and be strict about following it. Set your non-negotiables for personal goals to keep up with alongside your schoolwork bc academics aren't everything. Remember how you regretted not devoting more time to extra-curriculars and other skills in high school which would've rounded you out as a person. You can try theming the parts of the day so that you don't have to think about what task you should do first after study breaks and keep up the momentum (e.g. mornings for readings and notes, afternoons for active recall/homework). Then you can live the rest of the day after school as structured or unstructured as you wish. If this strategy doesn't work for you, you don't have to use it.

Take advantage of interleaving so you don't get bored. Whether by following the theming strategy or just switching subjects every hour, idc if you aren't done yet, you better switch bc the second consecutive hour of the same thing is never as effective as the first.

#studyblr #studyspo #study motivation #becoming that girl #pink aesthetic #study tips #study advice #personal post #100dop #100 days of productivity #stemblr #stem academia #stem student #100 days of studying #100 days of self discipline #perfectionism #study strategies #mental health #chaotic academia

[askthetoppatclan]

(I currently have really bad Wi-Fi so I don’t know if this will be sent in a bunch of times due to me spamming the submit button so I apologize for that)

Hello Stickmum! Currently I’m on a road trip and I got bored. So what did I do? I drew Edna, The Oracle, and Papageni as humans! Well… More like sketch them out but still. And if I remember correctly, some drew Edna as a human already but I don’t think people have drawn The Oracle or Papageni yet in human form. Unless I’m wrong- You could verify that if you’d like

I also hope I remembered their names correctly too since I’m bad at names 😅

Dunno if you imagine these three in different clothing but I tried my best to think of what they’d wear as humans. The Oracle’s outfit might be subject to change if I do this again since I really had no ideas of their outfit 🥲 To be honest I was going to give Edna a top hat but I like the way I drew her hair and I didn’t want to ruin it since it took some time to get right xD

Anyways, I hope you like it and have a great Day/Afternoon/Night! ^^

💜

--------------------

Hihi, Stickmom here! I absolutely love this! They look so adorable and getting fanart is always the highest honor to me, heh ^^ You drew them so adorable, I love Edna’s hair and Papageni’s sharp teeth and their cool shoes and literally everything about this, it’s so cool! ^^ Oracle’s scarf is so pretty and Papageni’s bird is so adorable and you did so great on the hair!

Thank you so much, I appreciate it so much, you have no idea! I hope the road trip goes well! ^^

#submission #edna foxtrot #papageni avilari #the oracle