#while we’ve seen the Light isn’t always the ‘good’ side

[the-ronan-cycle]

Okay but Will was so (fairly) angsty about how his blood killed Katherine, but she purified the sword!!! It was the Lady who killed Katherine because she wanted Visander to resurrect

#dark heir spoilers #dark heir #dark rise #cs pacat #Visander #my art #this raises so many questions for me #like #why was Visander returned and not the lady? #while we’ve seen the Light isn’t always the ‘good’ side #I think this is the first time we see the Lady as morally ambiguous #I had a lot of fun with the outfit in this #the book is set right after the regency era #dress silhouettes change drastically through the 1820s #so I did a more regency-y top with a fuller pleated skirt

[tokoumaru]

★ liyue boys' voicelines about you!

feat.childe, zhongli, xiao tags. headcanons, fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationships (for childe and zhongli) word count. 1.9k tw. mentions of fights on childe's part and light injuries on xiao's part.

synopsis. genshin impact boys and their in-game voicelines about you!

voicelines series. part 1: liyue, part 2: mondstat, part 3: inazuma, part 4: sumeru

childe/tartaglia

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

(Y/N)? You mean my assistant? Are they finishing up the paperwork I assigned them? Tell me comrade, what might they be doing on this fine day? It's been such a long time since I've last seen them! What do you mean you saw us together by the harbor just last night? Well, aren't you quite keen... To tell you the truth, they're one of my most formidable opponents. They're quite adept at the bow- not as adept as me of course. As for why we spend so much time together... heh, they just so happen to be a close ally of mine.

More About Tartaglia: Closest Companion (Friendship Lv. 5)

There isn't many you can trust while working in an organization like the Fatui, *sigh* especially when most your coworkers are cunning Harbingers. Aside from being my assistant, (Y/N) is one of the only few people I can trust wholeheartedly. They've accompanied me throughout the many battles I've fought, and though they might not be as great of a warrior as me- a given, they're quite the entertaining sparring buddy... when they start getting serious, I can't help but feel a few tingles crawl my back when I see their malicious eyes directed at me.

More About Tartaglia: Childhood Friends (Friendship Lv. 6)

Morepesok was just a small village, everyone knew of each other and their grandparents... (Y/N) had been my only friend back then, before and after I ventured deep into the abyss. Teucer, Tonia, and Anthon just love them! Though, I have to admit I do get a bit jealous of my siblings when they steal their attention for quite awhile. Aside from my family, they may be the only good memories I have of that seaside town. Every spontaneous battle I win, every rash decision I make, they're somehow always there to make things better... the taste of victory could never feel better without them by my side. I'm truly thankful that they've stuck by me for so long... I'll protect them no matter what.

About You: Lovers (Friendship Lv. 10)

(Y/N)... my lover? You could tell from the sound of my voice when I was talking about them? Hah, was I too obvious? Well, It wasn't like I was trying to hide it from you, comrade. It's true, we've been lovers for quite awhile now, and I wouldn't have it any other way! They're quite the sweetheart, I'm sure I've told you about how they accompanied me throughout my entire life. Hmm... You don't get how they could stay with someone like me for so long? What exactly do you mean by that, comrade? Simply put, it's because they love me and I love them of course! And if they do happen to think of leaving… well, as if I'd let that happen. Comrade, one day I will conquer the world, and you'll see my dearest (Y/N) right beside me. If it just so happens that they aren't there to see it... I'll make it so that there won't be any world, person, or god left for anyone to conquer, and not even you can stop me.

zhongli/morax

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

There is a small flower shop of the highest quality residing in the outskirts of Liyue Harbor, there lies a quiet but passionate vendor that goes by the name (Y/N). Ever since I had surrendered my duties as the Geo Archon, they have helped me acclimatize to 'mortal' life greatly. Though I may have overseen Liyue's growth to prosperity from the very beginning, there are still some mortal nuances that are lost on a being as old as I am. I truly appreciate their presence and ever-lasting kindness for a newcomer such as I.

More About Zhongli: Favorite Places (Friendship Lv. 5)

I often spend my days at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, working there as a Consultant for those departed. Although, in rare moments in which I am freed from my duties, you may also find me at Third-Round Knockout or Xinyue Kiosk enjoying a few Liyuen delicacies. Hmm? (Y/N)? The flower shop right next to Wanmin Restaurant? Ah, yes... perhaps I do spend a generous amount of my time there… Just how exactly do I spend so much hours in such a quaint flower shop, you ask? Well, there is only one possible thing one can do in a such a shop— that is to purchase flowers of the most beautiful kind. For who? ...It seems you're quite the curious individual, my friend.

More About Zhongli: The Past and the Future (Friendship Lv. 6)

Although I've resigned myself to 'mortal' life, the memories of acting as Liyue's longstanding Archon are ones that I can never bring myself to leave in dust. There is a flower shop on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, I am sure you have seen me frequent the quiet place beforehand... May it be Violet grass, Qingxins, Silk flowers, or even rarities such as Glaze lilies, you may find it there. For someone who has lived as long as I have, each object- each flower- has become a reminder of times long ago. Whenever I visit the serenic shop, I cannot help but halt and reminisce about friends whose memories, both pleasant and unpleasant, only live in the flowers they used to love... Deciding to live as 'Zhongli', even if the task may pose to be quite difficult, I have promised to put these matters behind me, such as my contract dictates... Though, looking up from the nostalgic flowers to see (Y/N)'s auspicious smile never fails to remind me that, perhaps, there may still be more to discover for someone such as I, who has possibly witnessed everything there could be.

About You: Lovers (Friendship Lv. 10)

As the longstanding 'God of Contracts', there are many contracts that hold great importance to me. Though, in the centuries I've lived up until now, there is one that reigns above all. The contract with my dearest (Y/N) is one that I hold most close to my heart. What sort of contract, you ask? It is one where only the closest of partners can enact, in mortal terms you may call it 'matrimony'. For someone who has lived through a millennium, I was quite hesitant to proceed with this sort of contract, after all, it was a contract that requires one to dedicate a life's worth of time. However, once I saw (Y/N)'s optimistic eyes at the slightest mention, perhaps I already knew of their answer. Since then, there has not been even the slightest feeling of regret at my decision to dedicate my mortal life to them. Each moment I spend with my dearest is one I will treasure greatly. They listen to each of my long tangents about the history of Liyue with ease... It would provide great relief if I were to spend my last moments in this world by their side.

xiao/alatus

About You (Friendship Lv. 4)

(Y/N)... It's hard not to know of a persistent mortal with such great tenacity. Unlike other mortals, they seem to lack a sense of danger and most especially, a sense of boundaries. Hmph... their irritating gesture of offering me a plate of Almond Tofu every night is not necessary for a Yaksha such as I, who does not need sustenance to live. They truly have no respect for the ways of the Adepti...

More About Xiao: The Ways of the Yaksha (Friendship Lv. 5)

As the last remaining Yaksha, it is my duty to conquer the demonic spirits that plague the outskirts of Liyue. This responsibility is one that I have been assigned to from the moment I had been saved by Rex Lapis. Though I've dealt with the subject of death for centuries, the karmic debt it brings me only weighs heavier on my shoulders... Yet, that tenacious mortal... (Y/N)... why is it that the weight of my debt disappears in the uncommon moments I speak to them? Tch... it doesn't matter. The karmic debt I’ve accumulated is my burden to carry. A mere mortal could never alleviate nor withstand it... especially not a fragile one such as (Y/N).

More About Xiao: Human Emotions (Friendship Lv. 6)

I'm far from human. I can't make much of human emotions... why does that mortal- (Y/N), go such great lengths to form a bond with me? I do not understand why they persistently come back to Wangshu Inn after I've deliberately ignored their advances... There was one night where their absence caused me a great amount of trouble. At the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the table in which they had often offered me their Almond Tofu was empty. At the same time, I had sensed a great deal of demonic energy at the mountains of Qingyun Peak. Tch... That fragile mortal was caught up in a losing fight between two Mitachurls. How could they be so stupid. I was about to leave once I had ascertained their safety, yet with such audacity did they grip my wrist just to simply give me a single Qingxin flower. How childish. The gesture was completely unnecessary, it was only burdensome. I cannot save them from danger each time they decide to offer me a measly item. This flower tied to my belt? Hmph. I... forget it.

More About Xiao: Human Emotions II (Friendship Lv.7)

(Y/N)... Why does their presence stir such a storm within me. Yakshas have no need for trifling pests such as emotion. I can't fathom why I… greatly desire their company. Hmph, I have no time for such distractions when the perpetual battle I face continues on... Yet, why does the weight on my shoulders only grow heavier when I continue to ignore their presence? Traveler, as you are the closest to mortals, tell me, what must one do to get rid of this burdensome feeling… I can't? What do you mean, I can't? You mean to tell me... the only way to rid of this emotion is to face (Y/N)? Tch. Impossible. A Yaksha who is burdened by a great weight of karmic debt could never sit next to a fragile mortal such as themselves. It is my duty to protect the citizens of Liyue, not bring death upon them caused by my karmic debt. Me? Worried? Ha. Do not judge adepti by your mortal ideals. I am only doing my duty as a protector of Liyue.

About You: Lovers/Companions (Friendship Lv.10)

The mortal concept of emotions- especially love, is something foreign to a Yaksha such as I, who has only known death. The night in which I asked you what I was feeling for (Y/N), Morax- or as he now goes by- Zhongli, had travelled to Wangshu Inn. He had come by just to inform me of his 'matrimony' with a mortal... it had stirred such confusion within me to see such a soft look on his face. Tell me, was that what I looked like when I spoke of (Y/N)? Before he left, Morax told me that it wouldn't hurt to indulge in mortal desires now that Liyue was capable of standing on its own... Although I am an inhumane Yaksha, the feelings that arose whenever I saw (Y/N) were too intense to dismiss... When they asked me to be their 'lover', there was nothing else I could do but agree. Do I regret it? Hmph. Adepti such as myself don't feel emotions akin to regret... perhaps they may feel emotions such as love, unfortunately.

a/n. tbh this was so hard to write... HELP it was very hard to try and make these voicelines actually sound like them! i had to actually use my brain for once... I TRULY APOLOGIZE IF IT WAS OOC (heavy on xiao)! HELP i think its obvious that xiaos my favourite... but it was also because I didn't know how to make him have a loverasdhjsds. also whenever I typed in the phrase about you I couldnt help but start singing the 1975's about you hehe

#✧.* genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #childe #childe x reader #childe imagines #childe fluff #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli fluff #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #xiao fluff

[thatmooncake]

To be honest and these are all personal interpretations but Sun has always read as kind of more on the sassy and short-tempered side to me, he’s never been fond of letting people move around too freely, from the start he’s always made sure things work a particular way and you go in a particular place and he’s always been super pernickety about how and where things should go and how they should work, he’s always been panicky like that for as long as we’ve seen him because he’s endlessly stressed and has a million things to take care of otherwise he’ll get in trouble and if he’s referencing keeping the lights on he has Moon to hold at bay too and has likely seen the terrible outcome of not keeping Moon in check given the way he panics so much in response to any chance the lights might go out. The implications that he knows how limited his ability to fix the problem is and yet so desperately wants to but is left basically helpless at the mercy of the lights going off at any given time is also pretty horrific and it’s no wonder he has some issues trusting others to keep themselves out of danger with that in mind.

I don’t think he’s massively different personality-wise between games, just the circumstances are different and he is under varying levels of stress in each setting which is contributing to how much or little he may be acting out or trying to control what’s going on around him (and if the daycare has been shut for a while in Security Breach he’s got an extra good reason to want to keep a new friend around despite the potential danger because he must be going stir crazy).

Also I don’t think Sun is particularly mean or a bully, I think he has his reasons to get snarky with people who are going out of their way to mess up in his space and he already has enough on his plate as it is, the guy is trying his best. I think his enthusiasm and creativity is genuine and he is sincerely trying his best but to be honest in the FNAF franchise not a single character has really been programmed perfectly to do their job in all scenarios and I don’t think he’s any exception to that. However I also think you can feel free to write anything off in fanon as being due to the virus, or due to circumstance, and basically end up with whatever version of the character sparks joy. Fanon is fanon after all, we’re all just guessing here and that isn’t a bad thing.

#fnaf #sundrop #help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 spoilers #fablethoughts

[jobean12-blog]

Chasing Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 2,749

Summary: When you started working for Bucky you knew what you were getting into but you love your job and you’re damn good at it so when the annual work party comes around you’re not going to miss it for anything- even if Bucky infuriates you in more ways then one.  It might be hard to deny how attractive he is...but is it enough to win you over or will he have to be more than just a handsome face (the most handsome ever let’s be honest)? 

Author’s Note: I love mob!Bucky and it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to write for him so this one is for @the-slumberparty first monthly challenge and the theme of Mob AU! The prompt I used in in bold in the story! Thank you lovelies for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirting and lots of tension and back and forth, Bucky is infuriating at times, but in the best way ;) some fluff moments! 

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

You look behind you in the mirrors reflection and meet Nat’s eyes, her concerned look making you sigh.

“I do. I can’t let him ruin something I’ve been looking forward to just because he can’t control himself. He doesn’t own me.”

You say the last sentence with much more strength than you actually feel but you’re determined to have a good time tonight despite the events of the last few days.

Nat stands and walks to the mirror, her red lips turning up into a mischievous smirk.

“Good. Then let’s make him sweat over how hot you look.”

After a day of pampering and prepping you turn to your friend and ask, “well?”

“You look absolutely perfect,” she says. “I doubt he’ll be able to keep his hands off you.”

She winks and you laugh but then your smile falters and you say, your tone resolute, “he better, I’m not interested in being his plaything. Let him suffer.”

~~~~~~

“You going to need me tonight Boss?” Steve asks.

Reluctantly, Bucky drags his gaze from you and the guy you’re dancing with to find Steve at his side.

Steve smirks at him.

Bucky scowls. “What?”

Steve shifts his eyes toward the dance floor in your direction.  

“You’re making it pretty obvious and if we’re going to have a problem I’d like a heads up.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly and his eyes narrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking…,” and Steve turns back to Bucky so he’s looking him in the eyes, “about the fact that you’ve been prowling around her all night and while she might be ignoring you, the rest of us aren’t.”

“What?” Bucky asks again, his shoulders deflating slightly at Steve’s words.

“This is your fault isn’t it,” Steve says, keeping his tone light.

“I kissed her,” Bucky admits.

“Ah,” Steve nods with laugh. “And then what did you do?”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff.

“I can’t believe she would be this mad over a kiss…” Steve muses. “It’s obvious you two want each other.”

With another hard glare of defiance Bucky finally concedes with a sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“After it happened she came to see me but I was busy dealing with things and I didn’t make time.”

“So you were rude and abrasive and brushed her off?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shoots Steve a death glare.

“Sometimes I hate that we’ve known each other all our lives,” Bucky grits out.

Unaffected by Bucky’s bristling, Steve lays a soft hand on his shoulder. “I know you worry about your line of work but I’ve never seen you like this before. You care about her. Don’t fuck this up.”

Feeling defensive at the truth in Steve’s words, Bucky gives him a wry smile and brushes past Steve in search of you.

When he realizes you’re no longer on the dance floor he moves toward the back of the club to search for you but when he turns down the darkened hallway, you’re strolling in the opposite direction and collide with him.

His large hands steady you, the feel of you warm and supple in his arms and it brings him right back to the kiss and the way you melted against him.

You startle and open your mouth to speak but your eyes widen every so slightly at his expression.

“Come with me,” he commands as he guides you back down the hall.

You brush his hand off.

“Where are we going? I can walk on my own you know.”

You get no reply and instead Bucky pulls you inside his office, shutting the door.

“Bucky,” you say quietly as the darkness of the room surrounds you.

You can feel his body close to yours, the heat, his smell.

“Turn on the light please,” you clip out.

At the edge in your voice he reaches behind you to turn on the light switch, the action making his body brush against yours and your breath catch in your throat.

A smile of satisfaction pulls at his lips as light fills the room.

“Why are we in your office?” you ask.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“About the fact that you came here tonight just to drive me insane.”

Your mouth falls open in shock before you shut it with a snap and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Like hell I did!” you shout.

“Then how do you explain this?” he asks, gesturing to your body.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS?” you shoot back, mirroring his action.

“I know you’re just trying to make me jealous,” he counters. “Walking around like that…dancing with other men.”

Your eyes narrow and you take a step closer to him, pressing a finger into his hard chest.

“I’ve been looking forward to tonight for a month and just because you think you own all of New York City and this club does not mean you own me. You don’t get to tell me what to do, how to dress or who to dance with. I don’t belong to you.”

Bucky glares, agitation burning in his features and he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“And you’re the one who kissed ME!”

He grins deviously at the memory.

“I do own this city and this club and…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you shoot back.

“Whatever you say doll face,” he smirks, closing the space between you.

You begin to turn around to open the door but his arm reaches out above your head and he rests his palm against it, effectively keeping it shut.

You huff and pull hard on the knob.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you tug on it again.

He presses himself against you, the hardness between his legs digging into your back.

“For days I’ve been imagining fucking you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

“To be honest, I’ve been imagining it every night since you showed up in my office but after that kiss…well, the need to have you is all I can think about.”

He keeps one hand pressed to the door and with the other gently turns you back around to face him. The intensity is his eyes makes you tremble and you press both hands to his hard chest, fingering the open buttons of his shirt.

“Then why were you such a dick afterwards…when I came to see you?”

His lips ghost along your jaw and you melt against him.

“I was a dick and I’m sorry.”

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“Did you just say you’re sor…?”

Your delayed response is cut off when he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue parting your lips and tasting you until you’re panting for air.

His hands reach for the hem of your dress and he fumbles with the fabric, growling against your lips until you shove on his chest and he pulls away in frustration.  

His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark as he releases you but presses both hands on the door on either side of your head, caging you in.

“This isn’t a good idea,” you whisper.

“Oh?” He leans into you, reminding you of what you do to him.

“Technically you’re my boss…”

“Then I’ll fire you…you said so yourself that you could get a job anywhere when I hired you…”

“You’d fire me just to fuck me?” you ask, glaring up at him.

When he doesn’t move away or give you an answer you push on his chest with force, anger clouding your lust filled haze.

He stumbles back with a curse.

“First of all, I actually like my job and second you know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

He smirks at your choice of words.

“Oh doll, how right you are and I’m sure we can prove your point in other ways if you’d just…”

“What…just what? Let you fuck me?”

He moves back into your space, clenching his fists with restraint so he doesn’t reach out to touch you.

“You want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you,” he states.

You grit your teeth. “I can control myself and better yet, I can find someone else, someone who’s actually emotionally available, to fuck.”

The thought of you with another man snaps his patience and he grabs you around the waist and hauls you against him, crushing his mouth over yours.

Your hands go to his arms as if to push him away, but instead your fingers curl around his biceps and you press yourself closer, moaning into the kiss.

He manages to get his hand under your dress and the feel of your bare skin under his fingers turns his kiss more desperate. His fingertips brush your inner thigh and you gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Bucky.”

He kisses down your throat, licking, nipping and sucking on your heated skin.

A loud knock at the door rattles you both and Bucky pulls his hands away, resting his forehead to yours with a muttered curse.

Another knock.

Bucky gentle moves you away from the door and puts you behind him in a protective manner before he yells, “what do you want?”

When he hears Steve’s voice on the other side, the tension in his shoulders eases and he slowly opens the door.

Steve’s eyes shift between you and Bucky before he mutters, “shit.”

“Sorry boss but we have a problem.”

Bucky nods. “I’ll be right there.”

Steve leaves but not before throwing you a small but knowing smirk.

Bucky turns to you. “I’m sorry doll…I have to…”

“I know, you have to go,” you finish for him as you try to straighten your shoulders despite the feel of unsatisfied desire that rushes through you.

“Wait for me,” he pleads.

Instead of an answer you throw him a defeated look and dash around him.

“DOLL!” he yells, following you down the hall and catching you by the waist.

You squirm in his arms. “Just go Bucky.”

But he doesn’t. Instead he kisses you again.

It’s soft and tender and you go pliant in his arms, relaxing against his chest. Bucky’s back hits the wall and you press your whole body into his.

“BUCKY!”

At the sound of Steve’s voice you pull away from Bucky and with one last glance over your shoulder you disappear from his sight.

~~~~~~

“So you almost had sex with him in his office?” Nat asks as she lays back on your bed.

“Yes,” you answer, too exhausted to elaborate.

“And you didn’t because Steve interrupted?”

“Right.”

“But you’re mad at him because…?”

“Because he basically said he’d fire me so we can fuck without any consequences!”

“But then you let him kiss you again…?”

“NAT!” you sigh.

“Ok,” she says softly, but you can see the small smile playing on her lips. “I can tell you like him though.”

“I’m attracted to him,” you admit.

“Who wouldn’t be,” she answers.

“But he’s not available. Not really. And I don’t want to be just someone he fucks when he feels like it.”

“Is it because of what he does…?” she asks.

“I knew what I was getting into when I took the job. And I really do love managing his businesses. What I do is legit, what he does is another story.”

“Do you ever wonder if he keeps you at arm’s length for your safety?” Nat questions.

You turn to her, your expression softening.

“I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t share much and even if that’s the case…maybe he’s right to do so.”

~~~~~~

You’re sitting at your desk when you feel a presence in the doorway. You look up to see Bucky’s broad shoulders filling it as he leans against the frame and watches you.

You raise an eyebrow in question.

“You busy?” he asks, his tone soft.

“Always,” you answer but it’s hard not to smile.

“Think you can spare a minute for me doll.”

You give him a nod and with a few clicks of your mouse you stand and walk toward him. He moves so you can pass and you can feel his eyes on your back as you walk down the hallway toward his office.

He holds the door open for you to enter and once you’re inside he shuts it with a click.

“Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet,” you tell him, suddenly feeling hungry.

“I have sandwiches.”

He sits on the edge of his desk and holds one out for you. A peace offering.

You hesitate, his words from Saturday night still lingering, but since he’s being warm and friendly you decide to take it.

“Are these from Katz’s!” you ask.

“Of course doll. I got you your usual.”

“How do you know my usual?” you ask with playfully narrowed eyes.

“I pay attention,” he responds with a casual shrug.

“Or do you just like to know where all your money goes when I buy lunch?”  

You laugh after you ask this and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Then you take a bite and moan at the taste.

He studies you, his lips quirking and his eyes darkening, the change sudden and it fills the air with tension.  

“If I’d know this was going on in your office every time you get a sandwich from Katz’s I’d have invited you to lunch much sooner.”

You roll your eyes, hoping to keep the mood casual and take another bite.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you ask him after you swallow with another moan.

“I will if you stop moaning.”

“Turning you on Barnes?” You wink cheekily.

“Just thinking about you turns me on,” he says, his voice husky, “and when you moan like that all I can think about is what you’ll sound like when I make you come.”

Your body tingles at his words and you stare at him, the tension building.

He puts down his uneaten sandwich and pushes off his desk, reaching you in two long strides. He plucks the sandwich from your hands and pulls you out of the seat.

“I was enjoying that,” you huff.

“I’ll feed you more after.”

He curls his arms around you and presses you close.

“What is it with you and doing whatever the fuck you want? You know not everyone is just going to roll over for you!”

“Certainly not you,” he simpers.

“Certainly not,” you answer with a defiant lift of your chin. “You can’t keep doing this. We don’t want the same things.”

“I want you,” he murmurs as he dips his head and brushes his lips along your jaw. “And what do you mean ‘doing this’? We haven’t even done anything yet?”

“You keep implying that we will be doing something,” you sass, trying to steady your voice.

“I can’t stay away,” he whispers before gently nipping at your earlobe.

You gasp and arch into him, breathing out his name.

“No one makes me weak like you do,” he says as his lips trace along your jaw, “or so fucking angry.”

“You angry!?” you breathe out, silently berating yourself for the betrayal of your body and the weakness in your words. “You’re insufferable. And I’m not just another woman you can fuck and then ignore.”

His lips hover just above yours and his dark lashes lower when he whispers, “no, you’re not. You’re so much more than that doll.”

His features are soft as he holds you gaze, his eyes filled with desire but something more, something deeper.

“Then show me Bucky. Show me you mean it.”

His kiss is soft at first but the moment he gets the smallest taste of you it’s like a caged animal is unleashed and he slides his hand behind your neck, tilting your head so he can better claim you.

You push him back toward his desk, fingers fumbling with his belt before he quickly spins you around so your ass is pressed against the edge of his desk.

“I don’t really think fucking you over my desk is very romantic,” he groans as you untuck his shirt.

“Then wait. Take me out on a date,” you hum in answer, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye with a smirk.

“I can’t wait,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait another fucking minute to be inside you.”

 @book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @goldylions @lookiamtrying @loki-laufeyson-1054 @justkinsey​ @laineyreads @seitmai @randomfandompenguin​ @hiddles-rose​ @littleseasiren​ @flordeamatista​

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #mob!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #mob!bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #mob au #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #navy and roo's sleepover

[yourdoseofapple]

I think there should be a building game show for Minecraft. Like Lego Masters, most cooking shows, etc. Like listen. I think fighting is cool and all, and I myself was raised on watching bed wars and Minecraft hunger games and all that, but like also… builder are insane? Like I love watching, Empires, Hermitcraft, other big builders (and redstoners for that matter) because I’m so fascinated by how their brains work???? Like you’re telling me Bdubs took some dirt and made a literal mountain as a BACKDROP for his build in a season??????? Bro????? Like I want some builders to go head to head in a building challenge.

Like, okay hear me out, each week their “building themes” could go from mimicking IRL architecture styles - medieval, French colonial, minimalism, etc - OR could rely on game mechanics. Like you gotta make a build, but it must include five red stone functions - could be as simple of auto lighting and stuff - all the way to farms included into the make of the build!

Judging wise, I think that would be the hardest thing to pin down, because the issue with Minecraft building is that there are a lot of factors when it comes to the concept of building because every builder has an inherent “style” they have and so to compare isn’t necessarily fair???? Because what one person likes may not be the same as another person, so I don’t believe you can judge inherently on how a build looks, but more so if it fits the criteria - did you do your research and keep to the prompt 100% or did you take some liberties in the favor of making it seem stylistically “better” - also, while I am inclined to be like “hey look we could have it audience choice” I am aware that in previous Minecraft events - every tournament event live-streamed like ever - every YouTuber is gonna have bias on their side, and if there is someone with a larger viewership that others, there is of course going to be favor towards them. The ONLY way I could see this being different is if it was all pre-recorded and episodic, but I still believe there would be a heavy amount of bias if someone was on the show with more viewership than others. We would want it to be fair. I do think audience participation is important though, and should be a major inclusion! Like, before an event is to occur I think it would be fun to choose the prompt of what they’re building that week, but the contenders just can’t tweet/say/promote one they wish to do, so it is STRICTLY up to the audience without bias.

Also, I think everyone should come out a winner, not in the “No one came out on top because we are all equal” way - because while that is important it is still a tournament, and as we’ve seen in literally every competition show ever there is always a first place winner - but more so in the, while you didn’t win, let’s reflect on how you are still fantastic and getting something out of this. I know it sounds a little basic, so I do think it would need to be extrapolated on. But I wouldn’t want anyone who “loses” to just go away with “you got clout” award. You were featured on the show, that’s inherent, you deserve more than that, again this can be fleshed out later, but they deserve more too, somehow.

Also for the finalists - I’m thinking either 3 left or 2 left - it should be a mega build level prompt. Could be something like “build a city!” Or just “build a mega base with x block being the main block” and, again, not sure how it would be judged, but winner comes out, with second/third place having some reward as well, not as good, but still considerably great. I also think it would be fun to have prior contestants come on and have to participate in the “here is your block that I got to choose for you” to add some spice to it. IDK what the prize would be, I know it is normally money, and while it could be that, I think it would be more fun to have something a little different that would still be fun and a true “winners” item. Again, not sure what it could be, but it would need to hold to the truth of “oh, hey, this is a true prize and its still fun and I’m getting something out of this!”

Anyhow, enjoy the strange thoughts of my brain and if any streamers/youtubers are out there reading this, lemme know what you think cuz I’m curious. Do I think I could ever do this? Probably not cuz I’m an opera singer doing my masters so time is bet a dream to me at this point, but like. I think it is interesting and would love opinions on it just from the standpoint of discussion. I streamed at one point, maybe I’ll start back up again one day if only to have fun. I feel like that should be what it is, fun, that is the most important thing at the end of the day and builders should have some competitive fun too!

Also, I will admit that I am obviously not knowledgeable on everything - again opera singers not full time Minecraft anything - so I don’t know if something like this has been done before, and while I think it would be cool if something like this existed, it may already exist and I quite simply don’t know! Thoughts, opinions, anything else?

Anyway, if anything, have a good day!

#minecraft #mcyt #mcytbr #hermitcraft #hermitblr #empires smp

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello! I came back with another request!

I was wondering if you could please write something, with " I feel safer with you" kind of moment, please?

I would like to request this for Ryusui, kohaku ( girls need more love here) and ukyo, please?

Thank you!

welcome back anon! I think I went for what you’re asking for but if you don’t like it then feel free to let me know! Ngl they’re kinda long lol. I hope you enjoy 💕

I feel safer when I’m with you🩷

Ryusui: New America City Arc

“You’re staying here.” Ryusui demands you. You scowl. “Why?? I can help you sail the ship! I can keep Watch! There’s so many things I can do just let me come with y-“ This is the first time you’ve ever seen Ryusui so serious. Sure he was always focused and determined on something, but he never had such a solemn face. “(Y/n)…” he says as he drags you by the arm, leading you to the Perseus. “Please Ryusui…let me come with you.” “No…” This is when you lost it. “Why Ryusui?! This isn’t fair. We’ve been through everything together and now-“ “I want you to be safe ok?!!” Ryusui would never raise his voice at you. Ryusui’s voice has never trembled before. Ryusui’s eyes have never been filled with tears about to spill over. Ryusui has never desired something more in his whole life. “S-Stanley is going to come after us. He’s not gonna just slap our wrists and move on. No… he’s gonna come at us guns drawn and take every single one of us until he’s satisfied…” His eyes lock onto yours, desperation in them. “I can’t let you be put in that kind of danger. You have to be safe, I have to KNOW you have to be safe…” The water starts to fall out of his eyes. “We don’t have time for this, I have to get you to the Perseus before-“ He was shocked at the sudden soft lips onto his and the small hands that touched his face. He wraps his muscular arms around your waist and pull you closer to his body. As your lips slowly part, you softly smile at him. “Oh Ryusui, I’m never going to be safe unless I’m with you…” He’s stunned, confused on what you mean. “Remember, before the whole petrification, when you were at my place during a thunderstorm. The one that was on the news for weeks?” He nods. “I was doing the laundry, and you were building one of your model ships. I was almost done with the towels when the lights went out. Of course I started panicking, I’ve never not been scared of blackouts.” You chuckle, thinking of the memory. “I just sat on the couch, trembling, when I feel my favorite blanket wrapped around me.” Your mind travels back to that very day. You both remember every little detail from the cologne Ryusui was wearing to the conversations the both of you had to distract you. “As soon as you wrapped me in your arms, I felt a weight being lifted off my chest. I wasn’t afraid anymore, and it’s all because of you.” He reaches his hand out, tangling it in a few strands of your hair. “Please my love, if you want me to be safe then let me come with you…” He pauses, contemplating on what to do. “Fine, but let’s hurry.”

Kohaku: After Perseus is finished

The Perseus was finally done. Everyone celebrated for only a short while since Ryusui began calling names. One after the other, Ryusui calls name after name. “To help with ship maintenance, (y/n)!” You’re shocked at first that the Kingdom of Science wants you on their journey, but you except the offer with a small nod and walk onto the ship. Everyone greets you and welcomes you on board, well tried to. Kohaku snatched you up immediately, basically throwing you in the air because of how excited you are that you’re coming. “Thank goodness you’re here (y/n)! I thought I would have to separate from you!” You can’t help but blush and giggle at her reaction. After everyone boards and Ginro does his swimming to the boat thing you all head out to Treasure Island. 

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Soon night falls and you and Kohaku are the first on night watch. You both stand hand and hand as you lean on the sides of Perseus. The smell of the ocean sets the romantic mood as the stars provide some light for the both of you. Kohaku rests her head on your shoulder, letting out a small sigh. “I’m really happy you’re here (y/n), really. To be completely honest I thought you would stay behind. You’ve never really be the one to venture out.” You let out a laugh. “Well, you could say I wanted to stay close to a certain someone.” This made Kohaku giggle. “Besides, I was curious. To see more than just the island we live on.” Kohaku smiled softly while holding your hand a little tighter. “But��aren’t you even a little scared? About leaving your home?” You were shocked at her sudden vulnerability. The strong lioness showing her fear and worry. You squeeze her hand back. “Hey, we’ll be fine. Everything is going to be fine. As long as we have each other, there’s nothing to worry about.” She smiles at you, then gives you a small kiss on the cheek. You laugh to yourself. “Plus, I don’t have to worry about being mauled by a bear or something, I have Ishigami Village’s strongest warrior with me, I never have to worry with you around Kohaku!” Kohaku laughs at this, and if you’d look hard enough then you could notice the small blush forming on her face. “Thanks (y/n), I’m glad I can always count on you…” She takes a small step towards you before sharing a delicate kiss.

Ukyo: Stone Wars

You were sitting outside of Tsukasa’s cave, waiting for the meeting between Tsukasa, Hyoga, and Ukyo to end. As you were about done picking the random flowers that found their way through the rock, you see Hyoga angrily stomp pass you. You look in the cave as Tsukasa and Ukyo walk out. “(Y/n).” Tsukasa says as he nods at you, walking to a quiet place to think. Ukyo sighs as he walks over to you, grabbing both your hands and kissing them. “Tough meeting?” You whisper. He nods. “Let’s get you some food then you can tell me all about it yeah?” “I’d love that.” He smiles as you both walk hand and hand to your shared hut.

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Night eventually falls as you and Ukyo cuddled close together for warmth. “What’s on your mind Ukyo? You’ve been acting strange ever since your meeting with Tsukasa and Hyoga.” Ukyo barries his face in your neck, breathing softly. “Hyoga was telling Tsukasa that we should only revive the strongest while Tsukasa believes only the young should survive.” He buries his head deeper, taking in your scent. You rub his ear, making his face heat up. “And how do you feel about that? Do you agree with letting a few live and the rest die?” You already knew the answer, but you had to hear it from his mouth. Ukyo holds you tighter when you feel your neck become wet with his tears. “N-no one should die, w-why do we have to d-decide who lives or dies? It’s not right!” You cup his face and wipe his tears. “That’s not all you want to tell me, is it?” He stares up at you, hesitant. He touches your hand and kisses it. “I found a phone.” A phone? In the stone world? How? “On the other side was the Kingdom of science…” Yes, Tsukasa’s current enemy. “Their leader, Senku, said if I could help them, they’ll prevent anymore bloodshed and stop the destruction of the statues…” Hes scared to tell you more, but he holds you tighter. “What else Ukyo?” “I cant, the more you know, the more likely Tsukasa could harm you. I have to keep you safe..!” You grab his face making him look at you. “Listen to me, I’m here with you. No matter what we face we’ll do it together. And as for my safety, I know that I’m safe when I’m with you!” This causes Ukyo’s tears to fall out again. He looks down and takes a breath. “I agreed. I dont want anyone else to die…” You squeeze his hand and kiss his hand. “Then no one else will. We’ll make sure if it. Together…”

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami headcanons #ryusui nanami x reader #ryusui x reader #Kohaku headcanons #Kohaku x reader #ukyo saionji headcanons #ukyo saionji x reader #ukyo saionji #dr stone x reader

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 2)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, undead, death.

Word Count: 2,789

(Part 1)

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Night 189

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You hate waking Feyre, you really do.

Neither of you hardly ever sleep these days, and for once on a mattress so soft, so inviting, so luxurious. You almost don’t wake her, jealousy rearing its hot head in your side that you won’t be able to rest on it.

“Fey?” You ask, softly shaking her shoulder.

You feel her body stiffen beneath your hand and you know instantly that she’s awake. The both of you have learned to become light sleepers, a survival tactic that was quickly picked up. That, and having someone to always keep watch.

Feyre sits up quickly, hand unconsciously reaching for her weapon as her eyes search frantically around the room, looking for signs of danger. She’s immediately on high alert.

She blinks once, twice, gathering herself after seeing no imminent threat. There’s a red mark on the side of her face from where she’d curled it under her cheek for a pillow. She studies you for a moment, taking in your furrowed brows and the way you’re tugging your lips between your teeth nervously. She understands that something isn’t right.

“What is it?” she slurs slightly. She feels like she’s been hit with a pile of bricks, and she’s exhausted. The plush mattress beneath her had been the best hug, and seeing that familiar look on your face the cushy bed beneath her turns suffocating. She clears her throat, and her voice loses its sleepy rasp as she slides her legs off of the mattress, tugging on her shoes as fast as she can. “Zoms?”

“Eh, no,” you scratch the back of your head, “S’people this time.”

Her hands still. “People?” Feyre looks up at you for confirmation.

You haven’t seen people in a long time.

“How many?”

“Three.”

She stands from the bed. “How big?”

“Bigger than us.”

Her brows furrow and a deep frown forms as she contemplates. The only weapons between the two of you are a short blade and a rusty gardening scythe. Odds aren’t looking good.

“Think we can take ‘em?”

“One of them is injured, I think, but it’s not a good idea.”

Feyre nods, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. She’s balancing the odds, you know. The situation isn’t ideal, but you’re running low on nearly all supplies, and maybe they have something that can be of use to the two of you. It’s nearly getting to the point of every woman for herself out here.

She fastens her holster tighter around her waist and nods, “Let’s go then.”

“What if they have guns, Fey?” The worry is as clear in your tone as it is on your face, with your eyebrows drawn together and your eyes widening. You try not to react to the spine tingling shudder clawing its way up your back as you think of the last time you’d encountered humans. It hadn’t gone well.

“We just have to be careful,” Feyre explains, “We’ve dealt with worse. Okay?”

You sigh, shaking your head sadly. There is no other choice, this town has been emptied of the resources that actually matter these days.

“Okay.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to do this either,” she starts. She’s only half lying, but she won’t let you see the way her hands shake at the thought of trying to overpower three men, even if one is injured. She’s hopeful, has been since you met her, and you’re worried it will be her downfall. She’s been lucky so far, unlike you. “But it’s a zom eat zom world out there, and we have to do this to survive.”

The same conclusion you’d come to. Hearing it out loud doesn’t lessen the incessant coiling in your stomach.

“I know,” you sigh. You, on the other hand, don’t trust easily, which is why she and you work well together. She might be a glutton for survival, brilliant in that aspect of the apocalypse, but you’re the voice of reason. Unfortunately, this isn’t a decision that offers an easier solution.

The two of you will do anything to survive.

Even if it means killing other humans.

“Hey,” she says softly, placing her hands on your shoulders, “We have to eat too, (Y/N).”

It’s times like these that you can’t believe you’ve only met her a few weeks ago. You’d quite literally run into each other, a horde of zoms chasing after the both of you. There hadn’t been time to grapple for weapons or try to wrestle the bag off of her back, instead clutching each other's arms tightly as the zoms crowded in. You remember the terror in her piercing gray eyes and had made the split decision to drag her down the only way the undead weren’t blocking.

She’d been with you ever since.

You release a breath and nod more firmly. You know that you’re in desperate need of food and water, as you had just shared your second to last can of beans. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

As Feyre readies herself – forcing her tired eyes wide open and giving her cheeks a couple of slaps – you brief her on the three figures you saw run into the store across the street, pointing to the run down building out the murky window.

“Fey,” you grab her arm as she steps out into the street, “What if he’s bit?”

“Then he should be happy about what we’re going to do,” she replies quickly, but the slight quiver to her tone tells you that it’s the last thing she wants.

Killing the live ones was just…different. Harder to forget.

She leads the way out the back of the clothing store. The door creaks on its rusty hinges and you cringe, but you’re ready all the same, watching Feyre’s back for zombies. She shoves the door shut quickly, cursing at the high pitched grind it makes as it swings closed. It’s not so loud that the three men across the block will be able to hear it, but it sounds like a scream compared to the eerily silent night.

“C’mon,” she whispers, taking the lead.

You creep through the back alley as quietly as you can. Feyre notices you limping slightly, your jaw clenched tightly against the pain and a sense of guilt washes over her. She should have let you rest first, maybe elevated your leg, but she’d given into her selfishness too easily today and let you take the first watch.

Her steps falter for a second and she almost turns to usher you back to the safety of the abandoned clothing store but at the last moment changes her mind. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts. You both needed resources more than rest.

“Alright (Y/N)?”

Only then do you realize she’s been whispering a plan to you.

“What?”

She huffs a frustrated breath. Leave it to you to miss the plan.

Feyre counts to ten. She tries to calm herself but she’s pissed. She’d barely gotten any sleep, you’re both in constant danger, and you’re not helping by not listening.

She knows that she should give you the benefit of the doubt, but in such a time like this she can’t be bothered.

“You’re going up there first,” she points impatiently to the fire escape. “Wait for me and we’ll sneak in through the window. See? It’s already open.” 

You squint up to the second floor, where indeed, the window is missing. It must be an attic or a storage room of sorts. If it’s a cafe maybe there will be some sort of abandoned food. Your saliva thickens and your stomach growls loudly at the thought.

“Once we’re both up there, we split up. Hopefully they’ll be sleeping and it’ll be an easy kill. We go through their stuff and then we’re out of here. Got it?”

“Got it,” you whisper back. You tuck the knife back into your belt and then Feyre is there, helping boost you up to the lowest rung of the ladder. The bottom half has been broken off (or rusted away, you’re not completely sure but it’s nowhere to be seen on the ground).

You struggle for a moment, grappling with the metal as you try to support your own weight. There’s little muscle left on your arms, and they’re burning by the time you’ve caught your balance on the bottom rung. Peeking down at Feyre, you see her looking around the alley to make sure it’s still clear. When her gaze meets yours again and she catches you frozen in place, she waves frantically up at you, a signal that you better get your ass moving.

You make your way up the ladder as silently as you can. When it groans under your weight you pause and hold your breath. Your heart is in your throat and it’s difficult to hear anything but the raging drums in your ears. You strain to listen but there’s no sounds of warping metal or screws being stripped of their threads, so you continue your climb.

You only let out the breath you’re holding when the ladder turns into stairs.

Peering over the railing, you wave Feyre up.

The girl on the ground backs up a few steps before she’s sprinting forward and jumping to grab onto the first rung of the ladder. She’s always been athletic, or at least that’s what she told you, and she doesn’t have an injured knee, so it’s a fairly easy task for Feyre.

She pulls herself up with an ease that you’re jealous of, her ability to move so swiftly and silently.

Feyre nods towards you, a silent agreement of what you have to do.

You slide your knife from its home on your hip, and then Feyre’s slipping into the window.

You follow closely behind.

You’ve only just pulled your other foot inside of the room before someone’s knocking the weapon from your hand and slamming you up against the wall, a hand clasped around your throat.

Your head cracks against the brick wall and you see stars, stunned by the strength of whomever had grabbed you. Their hand is warm, calloused deeply, you can feel the warped texture of it against the smooth skin of your neck, clamped tightly over your pulse points.

You claw at their arm once the shock wears off and the adrenaline kicks in. You don’t care that you’re probably breaking skin. Good. You try to move further up the arm, over the bulging muscles to claw at their face but their reach is far longer than yours and you end up swiping at the air like a fool.

The breath is caught in your throat – not only from the firm grip they have around your esophagus – but also because of the man the large hand belongs to.

He towers over you, easily a whole foot taller than both you and Feyre. The moonlight casts through the open window, illuminating his dark features. His plump lips are set into a firm line and his eyes are blazing with anger and what you think might also be a tinge of fear. His inky black hair falls across his equally dark brows, the heat and effort from carrying his friend has the tendrils damp with sweat.

You know that you should be scared out of your wits, but if you’re dying you’re glad it’s by the hand of this handsome man and not by the hand (teeth) of a zom.

The ice cold barrel of a gun presses into your temple, an icy promise of death. Okay, now you’re scared out of your wits.

“Say goodbye,” he spits at you, cocking the gun back. His voice is like darkness and gravel, and you lie to yourself and say that the goose bumps pimpling over your flesh is from the gun and not his low timbre.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you feel dizzy. Where the fuck is Feyre?

You can’t help the little smirk that tugs at your lips as you watch his golden eyes widen slightly in fear as the curve of Feyre’s blade coils around his neck likes the whispers of fluid tattoos you’re just now noticing. The tip of her scythe comes to rest right below his Adam’s apple.

The hand wrapped around your throat loosens just slightly.

“Put the gun down,” Feyre’s voice is quiet yet firm, threatening, “Before I fucking slit your throat.”

You watch the man think through his options. His throat bobs and your gaze follows the slow trail of blood from the nick in his neck down to where it soaks into the collar of his dark shirt.

The gun is slowly removed from your head and you grab it in shaky hands before Feyre can tell you to. You slide out of his grip, shuffling a few steps away, aiming it right at the attractive man’s head.

“Don’t make any sudden moves,” you demand.

“No, you don’t make any sudden moves,” a new voice says, startling the both of you. Another man enters the room, his gun raised and aimed at Feyre. He’s shorter than the boy that was pinning you to the wall, but his stature exudes power. His hair is also dark, and you think that they could be related maybe, by the similar structure of their faces.

You immediately turn your gun to point it at him, but you spare a nervous glance to Feyre who’s gaze hasn’t left the man she’s got under knifepoint. Smart girl. That’s the last thing you want her to do, look over to the other handsome man. You don’t need her attention drawn so that the taller man can slip out of her grasp and take her down.

“You shoot her and I shoot you. Then I shoot your friend,” you find yourself saying, voice even. It surprises you.

The man with the gun seems stumped for a moment before he turns his gun on you. Your heart halts in your chest. “Then I’ll kill you.”

“And I’ll kill Shadow,” Feyre answers with a roll of her eyes, nodding at the man she’s holding captive.

The man makes a face at the nickname but stays otherwise still.

“Do it, Rhys,” the one in Feyre’s grasp replies harshly, kile he’ll do anything to keep the other boy safe.

“What? I’m not letting them kill you Az,” the man – Rhys – says desperately.

Az. You mouth his name and it tingles on your tongue.

Az pinches the bridge of his nose, “For fucks sake Rhys–”

“No,” Rhys cuts off his friend.

Their banter is annoying and you’re beginning to think it’s some sort of way to distract you and Feyre because there are three of them and only two are here with you in the room.

You jolt into action, taking one step closer to Az. You ignore the gun Rhys is pointing at your face.

“Go get his gun,” you tell Feyre quietly. She wears a questioning look on her face, her bright gaze flicking between you and Az’s broad shoulders.

With a nod of encouragement, she moves. She’ll ask later.

She pushes Az away from her but he’s so large that he hardly gives a step closer to you. Your gun stays locked on Rhys, but as soon as Feyre takes a step closer to him, it swings to land on her.

There’s a zip of electricity in the air as their gazes meet and it makes everyone’s spine straighten painfully.

Your gaze flicks to the man holding the gun to your friend. Rhys has deflated a little, no longer standing in a threatening pose with his chest puffed out. With the quick glance you take you catch the slight tremor in his hands and the fear in his eyes, despite the edge to his voice.

“Fey, get the gun. He’s not going to shoot you,” you order, calmly returning your stare to Az, who’s watching you through narrowed eyes.

“Like hell I won’t,” Rhys threatens as Feyre takes another cautious step forward. “Don’t come any closer, darling.”

“Fey,” you talk over him sternly. You’re not fucking around. Not this time.

“How do you know, (Y/N)?” Feyre questions, clearing her throat a little. Her voice sounds unlike her own, as if she’s watching herself from miles away.

I know because I’m not capable of shooting either. 

“Because if he does, I kill his friend, then him, then their friend downstairs.”

Both men turn to gape at you. Clearly they didn’t know that you’d seen them dragging their friend across the seemingly abandoned town.

Feyre takes the chance now that Rhys is caught off guard, lurching forward to grab the gun from his hands.

Only Rhys is too quick and pulls the trigger.

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(Part 3)

Taglist: @writingsbychlo @kemillyfreitas

#azriel x reader #cassian x reader #azriel x cassian x reader #cazriel x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader #zombie au #azsazz

[ryuichirou]

Hello! We know that Lilia is a war general in the past. What do you think about Lilidia but with the plot where Idia somehow got time travelled to the past and meet the war general Lilia? If you don't mind sharing it, do you have any HC about their dynamics? Also, as a fellow lilidia shipper, I want to say that I really really LOVE your Lilidia contents. I want to thank you for making such great Lilidia contents! It's always fills me with joy seeing your great art <3

Hi Anon! First of all, thank you very much, and you’re welcome! I am very happy to provide Lilidia content and that there are people who are into this ship and send us asks about them. These two are amazing, and I’m glad you’re enjoying them.

Second of all, this is suuuuch a good idea and we’ve actually discussed it quite a bit. It’s fun on so many levels: poor Idia gets isekai’d in the worst way possible, gets to meet young and feral Lilia; all the possibilities for their interactions depending on the status of their relationships in Idia’s original timeline…

Oh, all the thoughts that we have are based on this art that I drew some time ago, so general Vanrouge looks pretty much the same as the Lilia we know and love (we aren’t sure how different he looked when he was younger, so it varies with us lol).

So ahem, I’ll share a few thoughts.

Regardless of how close these two are when Idia gets sent to the past and meets general Vanrouge, Idia is going to feel relief when he sees him. He is probably pretty confused and frankly scared of the whole thing, so a seeing a familiar face feels like a miracle.

The miracle won’t last for long though, because Lilia wouldn’t know who Idia is and wouldn’t be friendly with him at all. Younger Lilia is much more aggressive and brutal, and what he sees is an intruder in a weird armor that Lilia doesn’t recognize.

What Lilia would realise pretty soon though is that Idia is a Shroud, and he’s heard a lot about Shrouds, but hasn’t seen a single one in his life. So, once he realises that Idia is completely harmless and scared shitless, he’ll get quite intrigued and frankly excited by him.

Idia is going to be so shocked watching this version of Lilia. It’s like watching someone who looks like Lilia, but acts like a completely different person: like a brute and a meathead, who could chug a whole bottle (of…is it wine? is it blood?) in seconds. But at the same time, despite not liking meatheads, Idia would kind of feel drawn to him. Maybe it’s because he feels safe now that Lilia is kind of on his side, maybe it’s because despite being strong and aggressively masculine, Lilia is actually quite smart, a great strategist, and a very charismatic person. Sometimes it even feels like Idia is talking to Crimson Muscle…what a weird and completely random thought.

Lilia is definitely going to laugh at Idia’s armor. It looks super heavy, and yet it’s so thin that it’s completely useless. Lilia’s armor, in contrast, is actually quite light, but sturdy. Idia is going to sigh because it’s impossible to explain to general Vanrouge that he is just cosplaying as a character from a movie, and that this is a 3d printed armor for the Halloween party…

Idia is going to feel horribly out of place in general; he is super tech-oriented, and Briar Valley isn’t the best place for that, especially like 400-500 years ago. Lilia is going to find it hilarious and make fun of Idia a lot, maybe even prank him. Idia is going to get a bit surprised but notice that this curious and kind of playful side is very familiar, like he’s seen future Lilia acting that way.

While Lilia recognizes that his priority should probably be getting a young Shroud from the future(???) to the Queen, he enjoys their time together too much and feels kind of possessive over him, like he noticed him first. So they’ll end up spending the night together at some inn… not like that. Well. Yeah, probably like that.

Idia definitely wasn’t planning on sleeping with weird-manly-Lilia-from-the-past, but when Lilia pressed him against the wall and looked him in the eyes and told him that he’d never slept with a Shroud before, for some reason it all became a blur.

If future!Lilia and Idia are together in this universe, Idia will notice how different past!Lilia feels, but at the same time, not at all. Like, he is super different, he is way more aggressive, almost barbaric, very self-indulgent and openly rude; he even sounds differently, his grunts are lower, his laugh isn’t cute and all. He bites even worse, and in general it feels like Idia is a new addition to his huge collection of people he’s fucked. But at the same time, the look Lilia gives him is the same: it’s mischievous, curious and smug.

After Idia is back to NRC, he is going to avoid Lilia for as long as he can. It’s going to be pretty difficult to look him in the eyes after whatever happened back then. Lilia is going to notice and hunt him down though…

#replies #headcanons #lilidia

[berniesrevolution]

Editor’s Note: This article, republished from the Daily Yonder, is part of a series of photo essays created for the American Creed ​“Citizen Power” multi-platform documentary initiative exploring American idealism and community leadership from a range of young adult perspectives.

Jonathan Blair lives, works, and studies at Alice Lloyd College, in Eastern Kentucky. He coordinates a work-study crew of about 60 people, mostly first-generation college students from rural Appalachia. Blair and two of his crew members — Jacob Frazier and Carlos Villanueva — document their connection to blue-collar work in and around the Appalachian coal industry, and they reflect on their hopes for the region.

Explore more of Jonathan Blair’s story here.

My grandfathers on both sides were coal miners. My father is a mechanic for one of the railroads that transport coal. Basically, ever since our family has been in these hills, the coal business has put food on our table, and that’s the case for most families in our region. Even if it’s not why they came here, it kind of became what they did, because that was what paid, and you’re going to do whatever it takes.

Survival is a big aspect of Appalachian culture. For a long time, coal meant survival, but there was never a sense of stability because the coal business is like a light switch: It’s either ​“on” or ​“off.” And when that switch was off, a lot of people, like my grandpa, would find manufacturing jobs elsewhere, in Ohio and other places. And whenever the coal business picked back up, they would come back, because this is home. Today, you look around and you can see the mountaintops have been removed to extract the coal from them, and much of the coal that was deep in the ground is gone. The coal business is a phantom, a shadow of what it used to be. We can’t rely on it coming back to what it once was.

(My stepdad Charles Hampton was in the Marines, but he got injured. He used to work for a drilling company but now he’s retired. He also used to be a truck driver but he got injured there too.)

For Appalachians, other than faith in God and the love of our families, coal has been what we have always leaned on. Now we are having to take a step back and look away in order to move on to the future. Like diamonds, coal takes millions of years to form, so there won’t be much forming in our lifetimes. In fact, it could be exhausted by the end of our lifetimes.

I know very few people my age who go into the industry. The generations before us have warned that no matter how good the money is right now, no matter how sweet of a deal they’ll cut you to get you to work, it’s not gonna last. It can’t last. Right now, the price of coal is up but we’ve seen what happens when the price goes down and industry packs up and leaves.

There is no plan B in places like this. A major concern for my generation is finding that plan B right here in the only place we’ve ever known, because these mountains are home. And it truly is beautiful.

(My grandfather and his co-worker, underground about two miles.)

(The culture in Appalachia is rich in faith. Ever since I can remember, I was in the House of God listening to my grandfather preach. I asked him to turn to any passage of scripture, and he turned to Luke 15:11 (the story of the Prodigal son).)

(Coal Miners go to work never knowing what the day will hold. One day my grandfather sacrificed his arm while cleaning a belt head. “I would go back in a heartbeat,” he said. Even though the work took something from him, his heart still has a passion for the industry.)

The Appalachian culture has deep roots because, much like the rest of America, this is a land of immigrants who made this their home. People of many backgrounds, colors, and creeds were brought together here to build the railroads and pull the coal out of the ground. Over time, bonds formed through our shared labor and sacrifice.

There’s a saying around these parts that goes, ​“All blood isn’t family and all family isn’t blood.” Coal workers often left their loved ones behind for the opportunities in this region, and although those opportunities have dwindled, many of them formed new families and remain committed to these mountains. That’s how we ended up with this rich culture.

(Although the family has been spread across the region because of work and other aspects of life, when we are able to gather the sense of joy never seems to falter. As I have grown older, I have witnessed these bonds grow, even as the distance between us becomes greater. It becomes more bittersweet each time.)

While Appalachians have always wanted to maintain a life and community here, the same can’t be said for the industry we’ve welcomed into this region. You can drive through these mountains and find ghost towns like after the gold rush, abandoned places that were once home to so many people.

A sense of distrust exists between the Appalachian people and outsiders — whether that’s big business or the government. This distrust is deeply rooted and generational because New England businessmen came into the area and ripped a great deal of the coal out of our mountains. When the prices were low enough for them not to bother anymore, they went back home. When it was time for war, the federal government would come into our region and recruit young men, leaving behind suspicion and fear of exploitation among locals. It’s difficult to erase those scars of generational distrust. Many Appalachians fear that solutions presented by new industries or the government will only repeat the exploitation of the past. When you can see the end of the coal industry, it’s frightening. But there are solutions. Fear has to be countered with knowledge and power.

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#politics #the left #appalachia #climate change #climate crisis #green new deal #progressive #progressive movement #in these times #poverty #fossil fuel #capitalism #economic inequality #long post #long reads

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven, I was thinking about how different twst boys react when put in a difficult place/having a breakdown. We've seen this with the dorm leaders. But I was wondering, how do you think it would be for scheming, collected characters that are always in control to be in that situation? Like, let's say Jade, because imagining him in that situation is kind of difficult, at least for me, because he is always the one in control of every situation, how would it be for him to be smarted out and tricked? How would he react? The closest thing to it that I can think of would probably be Azul, and it still is not easy to compare because I feel like he is way easier to read than Jade? Maybe because we got a whole chapter dedicated to him, but I would rather say that its because Azul is more upfront and you can tell something is wrong, along with more expressive, meanwhile Jade will put a kind smile 24/7 and stab from the back

Actually, I too wonder how it would be for someone like Rook, but he isn't as scheming as Jade ig

(I hope this isn't weird ahhh, I just love seeing the intelligent characters being put it difficult situations and how they react)

NO, NO I TOTALLY GET THE APPEAL OF A CALM, INTELLIGENT CHARACTER JUST. MCFUCKING LOSING IT😭 what can I say, it’s my type

I’d say that are “layers” yes, like an onion to Jade’s reactions? When he’s just surprised or caught off guard by something, he tends to maintain his politeness. We see this in instances like Kalim dumping a whole pot of sugar into his tea (in Jade’s School Uniform vignette), as well as when Jade realizes that he and Floyd were being distracted while Savanaclaw broke into Azul’s contract vault (in episode 3). This isn’t all that different from his normally collected, smiling self.

But then we go the next layer down, which is when his patience wears away and Jade’s “true” self starts to emerge through the cracks. I think a good example of this would be in Ghost Marriage, when Eliza unexpectedly slaps him. There is a very VEEERY subtle change in Jade’s expression following this; he wears a neutral expression, but he loses the shine in his eyes, lending him a dull look. He doesn’t say anything out of anger or upset, but the look alone gives the impression that he wants to kill Eliza if she wasn’t already dead. Another instance that implies icy, calculating rage would be in episode 4, in which Jade describes (while smiling) what he would do to someone who betrays him. It involves verbal abuse to the point of inducing a mental break, binding his victim with rope, and then drowning them 😬 Not pleasant, to say the least.

The final layer is something I think we’ve yet to see in canon, but is often depicted in fan art. This would be Jade completely losing it and going feral. I don’t doubt that Jade has this side to him, especially with the warnings other characters give (such as Azul saying in Happy Beans Day that Jade is scarier than Floyd because he’s more difficult to anticipate), his origins in the Coral Sea, and his shady family (if Floyd’s own violent, angry state is any indication). However, I struggle to think of a situation where Jade would really lose a grip on himself and spiral into this state. I think the most we’ll get to see of Jade reacting to situations he finds displeasing is that cold, contained anger that I described in the last paragraph. If the situation is immediately serious, he’ll quietly plot a way to get back, to get even, with whoever has wronged him. If it’s not as serious, then reacting with just light surprise will do.

I don’t believe that equating Jade’s reactions to Azul’s makes sense, because they’re totally different characters with different backgrounds, even if their personalities initially come off as being “similar”. Azul is shown to be naturally more emotional and concerned with maintaining his image, as he comes from a background of being bullied and wants to be treated with respect so as to not be the same crybaby octopus that he was in his childhood. The same cannot be said for Jade (he’s not typically emotional, he doesn’t have the same values or concerns, and he wasn’t bullied as a kid; their family structures aren’t even the same), so we cannot draw the same conclusions about how he would react in certain situations.

I wouldn’t say that Rook is less of a schemer than Jade 🤔 but rather that Rook doesn’t use his schemes to do malicious things like Jade does. I mean, Jade’s over in Octavinelle helping his dorm leader track down personal information of new students so Azul can use it to manipulate them into doing his bidding later (see: Jade’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes)... while Rook’s using his big brains to manipulate the people chosen for the VDC team and to get Vil to recognize that true beauty doesn’t come from popularity with the public (episode 5). The tactics are still underhanded, but Rook arguably acts in ways that ultimately benefit others while Jade acts in ways that typically harm others. 

When Rook is confronted with something upsetting, he still finds a way to make light of it. For example, he remarks that Vil’s Overblot form is still beautiful, albeit in a twisted way, and in Glorious Masquerade, he described the crimson flowers as “not beautiful” rather than outright calling them “ugly”. He tries to stay positive in spite of it all--but he also has those moments when that sly smile creeps onto his face and his eyes narrow into slivers, and his cunning makes itself known. That makes me suspect that his true anger is very similar to Jade’s: a sort of cold and calculating kind of reaction, paired with a relentlessness to pursue his target to the ends of Twisted Wonderland.

#Jade Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland analysis #twst character analysis #Rook Hunt #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #twst analysis #twisted wonderland character analysis

[sociallyanxiouscryptid]

Their Favourite Hobby

Hero x Villain. Hero is Villains favourite hobby, and they are always making opportunities to spend more time with them. Hero isn’t complaining, until Villain starts getting a little too close. 

CW: Implied abuse, kidnapping, forced support (like doesn’t give other person a choice in accepting help). I’m not sure what else to flag, let me know if I missed anything important. 

~

This was getting old.

Not only that but it was bad for Hero’s reputation. Four times this last week alone Villain had cornered or captured them, and when you add up the whole month it’s just not good. Not that Hero minded.  

Villain stood at the open end of the alleyway, that stupid cocky grin on their face as they blocked Hero’s only escape. Not that they were much of an obstacle, not to Hero at least. The alleyway wasn’t the nicest place to rendezvous, lined with brick walls, rickety metal stairs on one side leading to the back entrance of a closed down restaurant. The only light was an old bulb above Hero’s head and the moon behind Villains.

Hero let out a sigh but couldn’t keep the smirk from their lips as they watched Villain saunter towards them.

“People are going to start thinking you’re obsessed with me you know,” Hero said.

“Well, they wouldn’t be wrong,” Villain said.

Hero rolled their eyes.

“It’s unhealthy, really. Don’t you have any hobbies?”

Villain stopped about metre away, illuminated by the light above Hero. It was a shitty yellow light that would have made anyone else looking off coloured and sick, but nothing seemed to taint the light that shone in Villain’s eyes. How could they be the bad guy? How could they be on the opposite sides?

“I have plenty of hobbies, you just happen to be one of them.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about being someone’s hobby,” Hero said.

Hero leant against the wall behind them, cold brick pressing into their aching muscles. It had been a long day, and this was a welcome break.

“I promise you,” Villain drawled, “I mean it as a compliment.” They moved to Hero’s side, leaning on the wall beside them, hands tucked into their pockets as they looked up at the starless sky. Hero looked up with them, because if they didn’t, they would have looked at them and that would betray too much. When was the last time they’d even seen the stars? The last time they’d been out of this polluted city?

“So, what’s the excuse today? Are you gonna try and convince me to join your side? Give in to my inner darkness?”

The Villain laughed. Hero hadn’t heard them laugh before, not like this at least. They’d heard their cruel laugh, the laugh that bubbles out in interrogations and negotiations, though that word is used very loosely. But this laugh was different, more melodic, happy.

“While all that sounds grand, I was actually thinking of something simpler,” Villain said.

Hero frowned, and when they said nothing, Villain continued.

“Well, I was thinking, since we’ve been getting along so well lately.”

Hero snorted but didn’t argue.

“I was wondering if you’d do me the pleasure of going to dinner with me.”

Hero felt many things at once and it was an absolute tidal wave in their chest. They hadn’t expected that sort of request. Sure, Villain was attractive and definitely not as bad as Hero’s bosses had made them out to be, but they weren’t sure dinner was even close to a good idea. Or something they wanted. Yes, they had come to enjoy the Villain’s interruptions to Hero’s daily life. They’d come to look forward to when Villain pop in and whisk them away for a few hours, usually spending the time ranting and vaguely interrogating them. But dinner?

Never mind the fact that dinner, even if a seemingly simple thing to Villain, was far from it for Hero.

Amongst the chaos in their mind Hero managed out a laugh, pushing themself off the wall.

“Dinner? With you?”

“You make it sound like you don’t want to,” Villain smirked, stepping away with them. They moved closer, and Hero took a step back but only found the other side of the suddenly too small alleyway. “Come on you know I’m not an idiot,” Villain said. “I, more than anyone, know what you really think,” they said.

They were so close now Hero could barely breath or else breath in their warm and intoxicating scent. It took them a long time to realise that wasn’t one of Villain’s many tricks. That it was something real, something they wanted to be closer to.

“I don’t,” Hero tried, but their voice didn’t convince anyone.

Villain cocked a brow, reached forward and gently picked up their wrist. Hero wanted to wrench it away, keep Villain from touching them, but that in itself would be an admission of the lie.

“Say that again,” Villain said, their fingers soft and warm against Hero’s skin.

Hero rolled their eyes. “You know I don’t need to.”

“Then why did you lie?”

Hero took in a breath, looked down at Villain’s hand on their wrist. This was one of Villain’s tricks. To be able to know truth from lie with a single touch.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hero tried.

They tried to push past Villain, end this all now before despair could come crashing down on them, but Villain stopped them, gripping their wrist a little tighter, palm on their chest to hold them back against the wall. Hero could have broken free, easily. They didn’t.  

Villain looked to them, the mischievous glint in their eye fading, their brows knitting together as they took in whatever information the lie brought them.

“What’s wrong?” They asked.

If Hero said nothing that would just bring more light to the issue and if they said the truth... well, they don’t want to do that. They don’t want that face to hold pity. It’s the only one that cared that didn’t.

“We won’t work,” Hero said. “We’re on separate sides and if either side finds out we’re doomed.”

That frown continued as Villain studied Hero.

“That’s not what you care about though.” Villain said. “At least not all. Besides my side won’t give two shits. It’s kind of our thing to do whatever we want.”

Hero said nothing.

Villain’s grip softened again, moved a little further up Hero’s arm. “You can talk to me you know. I’m not going to judge you like they do.”

Hero knew that. It brought them sense of pride in fact. Hero was the only person in the world it seemed that Villain was soft with. Was caring and even thoughtful. They don’t even know how it had happened, when it had started. Hero had certainly experienced Villain’s darker side, but at some point, it stopped, it shifted and neither two could stand hurting the other.

“It’s not like you need me to tell you right?” Hero said, meeting their eyes. “You can just find out for yourself.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Villain said. “Unless, of course, you want me to.”

Hero took in another breath, struggling to breathe for a different reason now.

“It feels stupid to say aloud,” they said.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Villain said, “just don’t lie to me about how you really feel.”

Hero swallowed the lump in their throat, dropped their gaze.

“Sorry.”

Villain reached up and cupped their face, turning Hero’s gaze to them.

“But, if it has something to do with the other heroes, if they try and hurt you in anyway I will burn everything to the ground.”

Hero didn’t need to have Villain’s powers to know that was the truth. It brought tears to their eyes. They tried to fight them, blink them back, but their vision blurred, and the words fell out of their mouth without their control. A quiet whisper.

“And what if they already have?”

When the tear fell, and Hero could see again there was fury in Villain’s eyes. And regret filled Hero’s chest, sharp and tight.

“What did they do?” Their voice was strained.

Hero shook their head, pushing Villain’s hands away as they wiped away their tears.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Of course, it matters. Hero, are they hurting you?”

Hero pushed past them tried heading towards the exit of the alleyway. Villain grabbed their arm, but Hero didn’t let them keep it, spinning around and pulling their hand back.

“Just drop it. Its best for everyone if you do. Look, you’re right, ok? I like you, I really do, but this can’t work out. I’m... my life isn’t the life you think it is and it just won’t work, ok? We can’t even be friends.”

“Hero stop,” Villain said chasing after them.

“Just leave me alone.”

“I’m not letting you go back there if they’re hurting you,” Villain said.

They were out of the alleyway now, about to turn left down the street, but Villain quickly moved in front of them again.

“Stop,” they demanded.

Hero’s jaw tightened, but they paused.

“Why would you go back to them if they’re hurting you?” They asked.

Hero shook their head. “They aren’t hurting me, I didn’t mean to say that.” A weak lie, pathetic. Villain didn’t need to use their power to see through it.

“Don’t lie to me,” Villain said.

“You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.”

There was anger laced in Villains voice, a deadly tone that, while Hero knew wasn’t aimed towards them, made them shiver. They just shook their head again.

“It’s not what you think, not exactly. Look I can’t leave, even if I wanted to and that’s as much as I’m going to tell you.”

Hero pushed passed Villain again.

“I’m sorry about this,” Villain said.

They grabbed Hero again, but this time before Hero could free themself a blinding pain shot through their head. After that everything went black.

~

Part 2

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[mrs-johansson]

Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 12:

As Monday rolled around, Scarlett and I made plans to go out for lunch. We chose a smaller restaurant in the city, it wasn’t very crowded and there was outdoor seating.

We arrived separately, not trying to draw unnecessary attention. As I saw her car pull up, I got out of the car and waited for her to step out.

As soon as we made eye contact, I had a smile on my face. Scarlett looked amazing as always, wearing a simple black long-sleeve shirt with a pair of light jeans.

“Hey,” I said as we finally got close enough. “Hi love,” we shared a quick hug but the lingering touch of her hand on my back was more than friendly. “Did you wait a lot?” Asked Scarlett. “I just got here like five minutes ago.”

Got to our table, and the waitress quickly gave us the menu before leaving us to choose. “How was your day so far? Anything interesting?” She asked as her eyes ran through the different types of food.

“I was writing all night and morning not gonna lie. I’ve written 3 chapters so at least I’ve got some work done,” I said and her eyes quickly shot up from the menu. “You need to sleep honey, jet lag is gonna be hell.” “I know but I had a lot of ideas and I just couldn’t put it down.” “But it’s almost done isn’t it?” Asked Scarlett. “I have one chapter left, I really want to give it a good end.” “I’m sure you’ll do great. And so that means I can read it soon?” She asked with hopeful eyes and a cheeky smile. “I’ll send you the already finished chapters, then the last one. Please, give me your honest review at the end. I need to know if it’s worth the work to put it out,” I sighed and the next second her hand was over mine, on top of the table.

Subtly looked around and I saw no one alarming, so I gently brushed my thumb over the back of her hand before pulling it away. “I’m pretty sure you did an amazing job and I can’t wait to read it,” Scarlett’s smile was genuine and sweet.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked quietly hoping nobody would hear the next part of our conversation. “Yeah, anything.” “I’m sure you’ve seen the articles and stuff, and I just wanted to know if your agent’s had any concerns or mentioned something about us. Because mine had and I just… I don’t know. You have a daughter and I know that you don’t want a short-term relationship and I totally agree with that, and I know it’s too soon to talk about being in a committed relationship or you know something like that. Gosh, I’m rambling, sorry,” I took a deep breath and waited a minute till I spoke again but before I could, I looked at Scarlett who had the biggest smile on her face.

“What?” I murmured and she just chuckled. “Can I say something?” “Please do,” I said pleadingly. “Yes, my agent asked about us. And I told him the truth, we’ve been talking for a while and enjoying our time together and that you were such a plot twist in my life and that uhm… I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend before you left for LA.” As she said the last words I leaned back in my seat and let out a shaky breath.

“Oh god did I ruin the whole thing?” I asked and she shook her head with a cute smile. “I was honestly so nervous that I couldn’t think of anything, so I decided I was gonna buy flowers and a bottle of wine. So no, you didn’t ruin anything.” “I love both of those things very much,” I said with a shy smile. Is she gonna ask me or that was it? Gosh, I’m so fucked.

“Can we take our food to go? I want this to be our thing, not everyone else’s,” said Scarlett, her eyes motioning to the two photographers gathered at the other side of the road. “Very good idea.”

***

Once Scarlett brought some flowers and we successfully got a wine that we both liked we met up at her place.

I had our boxed food and bottle of wine in my hands while Scarlett unlocked her front door. She smoothly opened the locks and then let me in first before closing the door behind herself.

“We could watch a movie or something,” Scarlett suggested as we started to unpack the food and pour wine for the both of us.

“Mhm, anything in mind?” I asked, putting the flowers in some water until I leave. “The devil wears Prada? I haven’t seen that in a while.” “Ooh that’s good, love it.”

***

We settled down on the couch, put the movie on, and with the boxes in our hands and the two glasses of wine patiently sitting on the coffee table, it was the most perfect amount I could wish for.

It has been about half an hour into the movie, when we both finished our dishes and were just cuddled up on the couch, sharing a blanket.

But then Scarlett leaned forward for both of our glasses, handing me mine. She paused the movie and then turned toward me with an adorable smile.

“I have never done this before so please be patient with me,” chuckled the older woman. I took a hold of her free hand and gently squeezed it. “I genuinely don’t know how to express myself without sounding like a complete idiot. But basically what I want to say is that since I’ve known about relationships and everything, I thought I’d end up with a man and when I met you my whole thinking just changed. And you make all of this look so easy and amazing. I have the best time with you, my daughter loves you so much and I see how much you care about her and it makes my heart burst out with happiness. And I like you so so much and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before which is crazy and makes me question every relationship I’ve ever been in. But the point is that I want us to be real and together because I love what we have and want this to be the best and most genuine thing we could have.”

Listening to her words and feelings made me a little teary-eyed because no one expressed their feelings to me like this. So honest and vulnerable. And I quickly realized how fast I started to catch feelings for this woman.

“I’m trying really hard not to burst into tears right now, so I’m gonna say this really quickly,” I said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“I know that we’re gonna get shit from the media and the public for every little detail of our relationship but I honestly don’t care as long as I have you because you are a dream. And I want this just as much as you do. You make me all giddy and stuff which doesn’t happen very often. So I just want to say I’m all in with you, with Rose because you guys are amazing and just… ugh I don’t know, I don’t have words, just come here,” I rambled the last few words before I pulled her close and kissed her with so many feelings and passion.

Her. That’s all I want and to fight for her love and just to be with her.

I had my hand on the side of her cheek while hers was on my side.

Getting rid of the glasses in our hands, Scarlett pulled me onto her lap and we were quick to get rid of every piece of clothing that was separating us.

“So all in?” Asked Scarlett as she pulled away to take a breath.

With a heaving chest and pink cheeks, I smiled widely with a nod. “All in.”

***

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[miixz]

Been thinking about the beginning of MDZS because I was talking about it with a friend who just finished vol. 1, and I really love the placing of the CR flashback right after LWJ and JC's introduction and all the questions and context it brings. 

First we get introduced to both LWJ (properly at least) and JC in Dafan, and that segment as well as wangxian’s arrival to CR sets the tone for their current relationships with WWX. 

One is slightly confusing, because WWX has already ran from LWJ once, which implies that he expects a certain hostility from him that isn't there, made even more puzzling when he allows himself to be taken to CR with little resistance, and proceeds to annoy him the best he can to see what will come of it.

While the other is outright hostile, surprising WWX who had actually thought that JC would have forgotten his grievances by now, but leaving little to the reader to question.

"Unfortunately, the person who came happened to be from the Lan Clan, but even more unfortunately, he happened to be Lan WangJi! This was one of the people who had fought with him before, so he should retreat quickly. " (chapter 5)

"He thought that, after so many years, no matter how much hatred Jiang Cheng had held for him, it would have disappeared long ago. He didn’t expect that not only did it not disappear, it became richer, as if it was a jar of aged alcohol. To the point where at the present time, his hatred had grown to affect even people who cultivated like him!" (chapter 7)

Then our first flashback shows us that there is a lot more happening here. 

We learn that Lan Wangji used to be far less composed than he is now, getting flustered by WWX’s antics quite easily. But their relationship wasn’t really bad, just a little messy as they stumbled through navigating their teenage crushes. We’re left to wonder what went on in the future that WWX first called him an enemy, but it also shows us that what's happening between them now isn’t so strange. 

WWX’s shenanigans in Cloud Recesses are in line with the things he did as a teen, the only difference is that LWJ is responding in kind now and WWX is not really up to speed with this quite yet. 

There’s also the tangible impact WWX has had in LWJ's current life (the bunnies, the emperors smile) that speaks for itself about what kinds of feelings he’s held for WWX during these years.

(It’s not that much of a surprise since LWJ is the romantic lead after all, but it is very well crafted and I love the attention to detail there and how every little thing is connected and helps build up the narrative while WWX is busy trying to mislead us about his feelings)

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian’s thoughts on Jiang Cheng gain a new context when we learn that he hasn’t always hated WWX. 

That’s not a surprise exactly, considering how much WWX thinks about them and the past in Dafan, but it does invite us to question how it got there, and shows how the worst we’ve seen of JC can already be found in his younger else, while tragically also making you empathize with him after seeing through these glimpses that he had the potential to be much better had he not chosen to hold onto his bitterness.

JC and WWX’s friendship wasn’t perfect, but it had potential. Except we already know it went nowhere, just not how exactly that happened.

It’s just!! So good! Love that as early as this and in the most light hearted flashback we can already determine how LWJ was always on WWX’s side despite WWX’s previous lack of knowledge of this, get hints of what role JC could have played on WWX’s downfall given that even as a teen he was quick to jealousy and to put him down, then there’s wangxian and how both their feelings have been present since back then too. 

I haven’t had to think about all the initial mystery surrounding WWX in a bit since I already know the entire story, but I had fun seeing it through someone else’s eyes and it reminded me of how good the build up on that is and how much fun it is to pick apart the beginning. It’s a beginning that does a really good job of leaving us curious about what happened during WWX’s first life for his relationships to have gotten like this and it establishes a lot of things that’ll be solidified later when we get to the relevant flashbacks. 

#mdzs #mdzs meta #wei wuxian #lan wangji #canon jiang cheng #jiang cheng

[imagineanime2022]

The Other Kid

Spirit Albarn (Platonic) X Male!Reader Maka Albarn (Platonic) X Male Reader

Word Count: 1470

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey, do you mind if i request oneshot or headcanon Spirit from soul eater with reader who is his son and Maka's little brother, reader was kind, smart guy but he really suck at fighting? (he is mesiter like Maka he use throwing knives)

Bossy anon

Warning: Self doubt

Spirit would often be seen hanging around Maka and making attempts at getting her to give him a chance at being a good Dad but given how loud his attempts were people never realised that he had a younger son.

Most of the time it was because his son was very good at hiding himself, he was smart and kind, never stood out in a crowd but he didn’t share the families abilities in fighting, he was more suited to stealth missions or information gathering, he was a meister and his weapons were a set of throwing knives two twin brothers who were physically more imposing then he could ever hope to be.

The day you met the twins everyone was rushing around, you were a year younger than Maka but you were very rarely seen together when you were at school, you tried your hardest to be identified as a separate person to your sister but the only people that had succeeded with so far were the twins who stuck to you like glue. The upperclassman had an exam and most of them were cramming in some last minute studies before everything started, you were trying to weave your way through them when someone knocked you off your feet, Hunter one of the twins caught you setting you back on balance while Levi the other twin reached out, his hand latched onto the wrist the the guy who had just knocked you over “I didn’t hear an apology.” Levi said, his voice light, almost playful. “That’s because I didn’t give one.” The boy answered, trying to tug his arm away instead, Levi pulled him closer twisting his arm up behind his back. “I doubt that you are going to get what you want, little brother.” Hunter smiled as he stepped away from you to stand in front of the boy his brother was holding. “Guys I appreciate the help but this isn’t necessary.” You stepped forward and they both looked at you. “I don’t think that’s true, you know we’ve seen you around-” “You're nice to everyone, no one is nice to you, that’s not fair.” Hunter started the sentence and Levi finished it squeezing at the boy's arm, the boy who had bumped into you turned to look back at you and glared. “Get your freaks under control.” He ordered. “They don’t belong to me.” You informed him “I don’t even know him.” “He’s right!” Levi’s eyes widened as he threw the boy at his older brother and jogged over to you, Hunter caught the boy around the throat but before you could see anything else Levi took up a large portion of your field of vision, now the twins themselves weren’t very muscly but they were tall, taller than average, they would probably hit the 6 foot mark in the next few years but what really scared people was the disconnect between their actions and their personality, they were rarely aggressive with their words and there was always a smile on their faces. “I’m Levi and that’s my brother Hunter, we’re twin throwing knives and you're a meister right?” “Yeah my names-” “(Y/N) we know who you are.” He smiled. “Alright what is going on here?” You recognised your father's voice immediately although the playfulness that was usually directed at you was gone when he addressed others. “I think he was about to apologise to (Y/N) for knocking him off his feet right?” Hunter asked, his arm now looped around the boy's neck as if he were hugging him. “Sorry.” The boy muttered. “No problem.” You answered, Levi and his brother shared a look, Hunter let go of the boy and he scurried away. “You three, Lord Death wants to see you.” Your father said pointing at you and the twins. That was the day that you were paired together and they had never left your side since, even after finding out that you weren’t the best at fighting, even after you explained that they would probably never make it to the level of death scythes.

Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face as you blinked rapidly, focusing back on the present “did you hear me little mouse?” Levi asked. “Huh?” You asked. “Seems our miester is a little preoccupied.” Hunter smiled as he leaned forward on his elbow. “Hmm.” Levi hummed “something going on?” “They’ll call for us soon.” You mumbled and they both frowned. “What are you talking about?” Hunter asked. “They send us out when the others are busy and we all know that the others are busy.” You answered as your father walked into your homeroom and caught your eye gesturing for you to follow him. “Told you.” You mumbled.

Your father led you to Lord Death who briefed you on your mission and sent you on your way. The mission was supposed to be more simple then this but with the number of people here you couldn’t fight them all, you gritted your teeth “Hey little mouse maybe we should just go.” Levi suggested. “That’s probably the best option.” Hunter said, you wanted to argue with them but honestly there was no way that you were going to get out of this alive fighting them head on, so you turned and left the way that you came but when you were a safe distance from the house you were faced with your sister. “How many?” She asked, this was probably the first thing that she had said to you in a couple of days, with all the missions that she was on, you never really crossed paths anymore. “10 maybe 12” You answered. “Head back, we'll take it from here.” She said and you turned away from her as the twins appeared on either side of you and you headed back to the DWMA.

After that mission it was difficult to catch you outside of lessons these days, the only people that really saw you were the twins and that was only because you all lived together but it was your father who came looking for you. He had a key to your house so it was uncommon for him to be there but when he knocked on your door it still made you jump a little. “(Y/N) can I come in?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered, you were sitting at your desk working through something and when the door opened you didn’t even look up. “What’s going on kid?” He asked as he closed the door behind him. “What? Nothing.” You answered. “Nice try kid… Something is going on?” He asked. “What does it matter? I’m no help out there anyway.” You mumbled. “What does that mean?” Your Dad walked over only stopping when you finally turned to him. “It means you should probably worry about Maka, she’s the one that’s going to save the world.” You informed him. “The world doesn’t need changing.” You could see that he wanted to laugh but thought better of it. “This has something to do with the last mission.” “Why do you bother sending me anywhere?” You asked. “I can’t fight, I can’t help anyone, I’m not worth the effort if you have to send my sister on clean up duty.” “That’s not what that was.” Your father said. “No then enlighten me, I watched her walk in there, she wasn’t even worried about the number, what did you send me for!? To compare, see who’s better, see who’s worth the training?” “Is that what you think?” He asked. “Have you ever thought that we sent you because you are the best stealth miester that we have you and we sent you because we knew that you could get in and out without anyone ever seeing you?” “I-” “You compare yourself to your sister too much and honestly, you are nothing alike, that doesn’t make you better or worse than the other, you are just different and when you work together you are dangerous.” He explained. “Now go out there and talk to your friends, they are worried about you, they feel what you feel so you should explain it to them.” He gently ruffled your hair as you batted him away. “Hey Dad.” You called as he walked towards the door, he looked back at you “Maka might not tell you this but you're pretty amazing you know that?” You asked. “Thanks kid.” He said before disappearing out of the room. You took a deep breath as you looked at the door where you could see the twins sitting in the living room, you knew that you should talk to them so you stood up ready to explain everything and get back to being you were before after all you apparently had a new skill to work on.

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#soul eater oneshot #soul eater imagine #soul eater #spirit albarn #spirit albarn imagine #spirit albarn oneshot #maka albarn #maka albarn imagine #maka albarn oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

[everyonewasabird]

Brickclub 5.4.1 “Javert Derailed”

I’m going to resort to bullet points, because I don’t know how to tackle this chapter as a whole.

- We come to this book’s last mention of Napoleon, as Javert, who has up till now folded his arms like Napoleon confident, now holds his hands behind his back like Napoleon uncertain. It feels significant that Napoleon never comes up again after this, but I don’t know what it means. We seem to be at another Waterloo in some sense, but mostly in a sense of combining a reckoning with a senseless waste of life.

- Javert experiences himself as a crystal suddenly becoming cloudy, which feels true of him, but also as damning as the rest of this. We’ve seen his cruelty and his corruption and the blind eye he turns on his coworkers’ corruption. The fact that he thought all that was a limpid pool is... like I said, not surprising, but it’s pretty awful.

- There are no stars or moon because of the cloudy sky. That means this chapter is conducted entirely by the light of streetlamps, which seems deeply unfortunate. Streetlamps are the eyes and the point of view of Authority, and they’re the light Javert has always operated by. Javert can see clearly enough to know he needs to leave this place, but there’s no other light to guide him. Valjean in his first upheaval after the bishop found a desolate place with a whole lot of creepy natural lighting effects--but the light he saw by was God’s.

- Javert is caught between a dog and a wolf, which we know means evening. Evening might have been a dubiously good sign for Valjean a few chapters ago, but it doesn’t seem auspicious here.

- The narrator is very close to Javert’s pov in a certain sense--we have someone to explain in great detail the feelings Javert has but doesn’t understand; the narrator understands much more about this than Javert possibly can. It’s also a pretty biting narration, though--there’s a real thread of sarcasm and mockery running through all this, maybe not undeservedly, that’s going, “Oh, so you’re noticing the world is maybe a smidge complicated NOW, huh?”

Which, you know. Fair. But it’s interesting being asked to understand this deeply while being subtly warded away from sympathizing.

- I love the line about “internal rebellion in thought.” We know from his intro that one of Javert’s big things is hatred of rebellion. I take it from this that the reason he hates thinking is that the thoughts he would have if he had thoughts would be rebellious ones, and he knows it. He’s been crushing all his instincts beyond the basic “search for criminal, arrest criminal” for decades, and that’s the towering mass of cognitive dissonance that’s been piling up over his head for years.

- God, there is something so sad about this marginalized person being horrified by the idea that there might be a narrative about the world that isn’t Authority’s narrative, or that his own experience and point of view could matter.

- I do really get why the Valvert contingent is the kinky side of the fandom. Just saying.

- Just like with Valjean’s revelatory moment, this would all go much better if he could see the person who overturned his worldview as a person, not some kind of impossible saint--which in both cases would go better if people had conversations and relationships instead of Big Dramatic Moments Of Apotheosis and then running away. It’s worse here, though, since Javert’s failure to see people’s basic humanity is one of his biggest problems. We are not in any way leaving behind his black and white thinking, we’re just messing with which is which.

- God, Enjolras and Grantaire seem so functional by comparison.

- It’s hard to pin down where Valjean fell off the road to Calvary tonight. I don’t think the answer is Javert’s refusal to play Pontius Pilate. Like, that’s a good thing, and the thing that went wrong for Valjean feels a lot more wrong than that.

- Javert wishing he’d thought to yell for Enjolras et al to come kill him because Valjean was failing to do his job right is absurd, and perfect.

- His reaction to recognizing the existence of kindness is genuinely so sad. There’s so much there, in the fact that he thinks he was “depraved” for being kind, in the fact that he can recognize all this as kindness, in the way that recognizing that the world has contained kindness in it all along is a uniformly bad feeling for him. It makes me wonder exactly which things he’s trying not to think about hard enough to regret.

- Man, that “Javert’s ideal [...] was to be irreproachable.” I can’t relate to his authoritarianism at all, but I was the kind of autistic kid who wanted to know what the rules were so I could do things “right.” There’s something really heartbreaking about somebody reaching 52 years old--and a whole lot of harm done to people and the world--before they 1) encounter any of the limits of that mindset or 2) encounter the idea that there might be something better to hope for and work for in life than not making Authority mad at you.

- For all that he hates what’s happening right now, I love the implication that hatred isn’t what’s at issue here. This is about having a heart, in spite of not believing in having hearts, and it’s about humanity’s indelible contact with the numinous, no matter how much he always tried to ignore and avoid it. I fight with Hugo’s optimism a lot, but I appreciate it here--Javert tried to crush his own humanity and, in spite of all the inhumane harm he’s done, all the cruelty, the pointlessly mean death of Fantine and all the other deaths he’s no doubt caused, he failed: he’s still human, he still has a heart. He still has a soul, and that’s what’s hurting him so much.

- All he can see of this is anarchy. Which feels like it’s exactly the streetlight thing: the only light he can see this by is the light of authority, and so the only outcome he can see of this is a destruction of authority. The higher truths are making themselves apparent to him by force, but they don’t really show up in the light he’s seeing by.

- His little note is so sad, it’s so nothing. He’s spent so long ignoring these petty cruelties and indignities and thefts, and people have suffered for it. And he’s all, “Hey, Authority, please, could you maybe just, if it’s not too much trouble....” This is the great firing of Javert’s soul towards Justice at last, and... iIt’s not very good. And hey, it’s a first try! There’s a lot he could learn if he lived and stayed on this route! But.... you know.

And this is the night of the day the barricade fell: we know what good, true, right, glorious, loving rebellion for the sake of alleviating suffering looks like. This note is how far Javert is able to get down the road of rebellion, and wow is it not very far.

- He’s writing all this in the police station in the Place du Châtelet. Underneath him are the now defunct dungeons where prisoners stood in the mud and their own excrement for months chained by the neck, waiting to be shipped off to the bagne if they didn’t strangle or starve or die of disease first. I think it’s underlining how utterly insufficient Javert’s “rebellion” really is.

- It’s really striking me this time the degree to which in the last section he literally can’t see? There’s no light from heaven, there’s no light from houses or passersby--that is, from men. The only light left to him is that horrible, horrible streetlight, and it’s skewing his view of everything. When he looks down or up or even at the city, he can’t perceive anything properly.

It really feels like he died of the void that was left when authority vanished from above him, and that if some other light, any other light, had come, he wouldn’t have concluded there was nothing left.

We saw Providence come for Valjean time after time tonight, but nothing and nobody came for Javert.

#brickclub #lm 5.4.1

[geonppangi]

boys planet trainees as seventeen songs pt. 1

this is mostly based on how well they fit the concept, but also if i think the song would be a good fit for them based on their skills! to make things more interesting i’ll be excluding the songs that have already been covered on the show (so no home, aju nice, or hot)

trauma - ricky

i think one thing that a lot of people comment on is how ricky has a softer voice

in comparison to other rappers on the show like keita, his delivery isn’t as sharp if that makes sense

which is perfectly fine! each voice fits a different part and i think that ricky’s voice would work really well in trauma

it’s not about the big things but about expressing emotion and thoughts through simple but charismatic rapping

i’d love to see ricky write his own lyrics about his experience on boys planet a la limousine

and also most of the video is just them sitting in different sets and rapping while looking cool

which may not sound very difficult, but it’s actually quite hard to be engaging while also looking like you’re just chilling

and honestly i think ricky’s facial expressions and mannerisms would really suit this song

like there are some people who just look good even if they’re not doing much you know?

i just think this is such a good concept for him

24h - kim jiwoong

to be honest, i think that this one is pretty self explanatory lmfao

it’s a sexy concept for our resident sexy boy

and i think dark red (and navy blue) are just his colours yknow?

i can already imagine him doing the low 24 hour line and i think it would be perfection

to be honest, i love seeing jiwoong try new concepts out, like he did an amazing job with say my name

but i think in terms of what suits him the best, definitely a concept like 24h

world - seo won

ahhhhhhhhhh i think this would be so so good for seo won!!!!!

like the sparkly outfits, the shining lights

and i love seo won when he smiles and a really cute and upbeat concept just suits him so well!

he would also be so good during the chorus like i know that my boy can sing, even if mnet likes to pretend that he doesn’t exist

fallin flower - sung hanbin

ahhhhh i had to think really long and hard about who i should give fallin flower to and what song i should give to sung hanbin

i think there are so many synchronized arm movements in fallin flower and the dance is very delicate and elegant

it’s a song that’s very near and dear to my heart and i think that shanbin would be able to do the concept justice

not only is he our favourite flower boy but he also specializes in tutting and waacking, both of which require precise arm movements

so i think that pulling off fallin flower would be effortless for him

also ngl i feel like he would look really good in pink but maybe that’s just me

mansae - kim gyuvin

THIS SONG FEELS SO GYUVIN

like it’s just a fun and cheerful song

a little bit on the goofy side

and we’ve all seen enough behind the scenes videos to know that gyuvin would totally nail this concept

i think he also has a really youthful look to him so the high school setting also works

also i just really want to see him do the choreo for the chorus

darl+ing - kim taerae

AFTER MAN IN LOVE I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH TAERAE SMILING WHILE HE’S SINGING

he just has such a wholesome smile

and i think that darl+ing is such a cute song

like taerae would be so sweet while performing and i think he would really shine in a vocal heavy song!!!!

left and right - haruto

maybe it’s because of his zoom outfit but haruto has always come off as a little sporty? to me

and he has a lot of energy and the dance skills to match

so i think left and right would be such a good fit for him!

like he has a really good groove to his dancing that really suits the chorus

and i just know that he would eat up the rapa

adore u - kum junhyeon

okay yes, adore u has had some questionable outfit and editing choices

but who better than kum junhyeon to really make that his own

gang was probably one of my favourite performances this season just because of the personality that they brought to the show

also you definitely need energy for this song and junhyeon has more than enough of that

cheers - keita

honestly i think that left and right could also work for keita (especially the rap part)

but i also think he would do so well in cheers, especially with hoshi’s part

so far his rapping has been fairly fast and doesn’t give him that much room to be more experimental with his delivery

but i think cheers will be good for that

also i feel like he would just rock the big hat yknow

honourable mention goes to back it up which would suit his current rap style perfectly

however there’s no video so i’m not really sure about the concept

call call call - park hanbin

okay law phanbin with the scar changed me

like fundamentally as a person i have been changed

but honestly he does so many different concepts it’s a little crazy

i think call call call would be so fun for him, especially since the concept of the song is on the wackier side

like his facial expressions would be so good in this

and there are 3 main outfit concepts at the beginning and he would suit all of them

also he would look very cool on a motorcycle i’m just saying

part 2 here

#boys planet #bp999 #ricky #young and rich #tall and handsome #boys planet 999 #kim jiwoong #seo won #sung hanbin #seventeen #svt #kim gyuvin #kim taerae #haruto #keita #kum junhyeon #park hanbin #haha this is such a random group of trainees #will do a pt 2 #with more trainees i swear