#you have proved yourself as One Of The Good Ones by sharing a meme about donald trump congrats
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i absolutely ADORE the little universe you've made for the light the dark and the spaces in between and i don't really have any specific requests, all i'm requesting is whatever work in that universe that you've already come up with or if you do get an idea for something for my favourite throuple this is an excuse to post it hihi
Notes: first of all, fav throuple? 🥹 I’m asking for your hand in marriage. Second of all I got an ask about reader being nonbinary in this series but this fic explicitly discusses them being AFAB (but GNC, could be read as trans or not). set in TLTDATSIB verse, ish, the time period is a bit wonky (14thC ish) — consider this an au where reader follows aziraphale to France after their initial meeting, finds Crowley there too and everyone is pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme going !! Immortal!!!
words: 2k
rating: T (sex references, mild peril)
pairing: crowley x reader x aziraphale
tags: TLTDATSIB, polyamory, Fem/Masc!Crowley, Fem/Masc!Aziraphale, GNC!Reader, historical, jousting
“Are you sure? It’s terribly dangerous.”
“Aziraphale,” you sigh, “I don’t do it because it’s safe.”
“Well why do it at all?” she whines, grabbing onto your hand beseechingly. Crowley looks up from where she’s been admiring her reflection in your armour. You turn to her for support, instead she shrugs.
“I don’t know. For glory? For honour? To prove that I can?”
Aziraphale glares at Crowley to join in but is met with the same reaction. It seems that Crowley is determined to stay neutral in this scenario. How annoying. Just like a demon to find the most awkward solution for both parties.
You tie the linens around your chest a little tighter. Under your full plate it should be difficult to tell the shape of your body but you don’t want to take any chances. Aziraphale pouts and you sigh, turning back to her to take her hand in earnest.
“My darling, I’m not like either of you. When they look at me, they will only ever see one thing. I can’t change my body around and be whoever I want to be. I have to take these measures to be viewed as anything other than what I was when I came squawling from my mother.”
You cup her cheek and she nuzzles into your touch.
“Besides,” you add, wickedly, “am I not good at wielding a lance?”
You grin, thinking back to the three of you laying together last night. Aziraphale harrumphs and Crowley laughs at her.
“They’ll be fine, angel,” she finally pipes up. Aziraphale doesn’t seem certain but finally relents, letting Crowley adjust her surcoat and take her hand.
“Good luck,” Crowley says, but the smile on her face suggests she doesn’t think you’ll need it. You give her a wink.
“With my two ladies cheering from the crowd, how could I lose?”
You give them both a kiss goodbye before Crowley finally wrestles the angel away, likely to get her a drink and a pep-talk before the tourney starts. As they leave, your squire begins to enter, his face turning beet red as Crowley ruffles his hair.
“Hello, Oliver. Make sure our good knight doesn’t fall from his horse, will you?” she says as she goes. Oliver tries to form a sentence, fails, and winces as Crowley sways away.
A tiny slip of a lad, you took on Oliver not only for his immense courage despite his small stature, but because you both shared a secret - one which you uncovered when accidentally walking in on him changing. You’d recognise a bound chest anywhere. You thought no less of him for it, and told him he needed not beg for your silence: you’d keep it gladly.
“Sire, I’m here to help you finish dressing,” he states, when he finally manages to get a handle over his own tongue.
“Well timed, Oliver. Help me with this breastplate.”
He heaves and helps with the leather straps, buckling you in place. You’re swelteringly hot. Ah well, time for that to get even worse when you ride out into the sun. You take a moment to check yourself over, only noticing Oliver’s quietness when he fails to point out one of your pauldrons is loose. You furrow your brow and turn to him.
“What’s on your mind, lad?”
“Might… Might I ask a question, sire?”
“Me saying no has never stopped you before,” you jest, but when you see him scuff his foot against the floor, you drop down to be able to look him in the eye. “What’s the matter, Oliver?”
“Your ladies… you’ll fight for them both, yes? For their honour as one?”
“Yes, I will.” You don’t go into great detail about your relationship but you trust Oliver with the truth. He sees Aziraphale and Crowley clucking around you like hens before a joust all the time anyway, and the boy isn’t a fool. He can do the arithmetic of it.
“And they’re happy with that arrangement?”
You laugh a little, but put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Those two love each other as much as they love me. My life would not be a happy one without them both in it, and they feel the same.”
Sacrilege, but really, little in this room would be considered holy by the church. And besides, you have an angel as one of the willing participants of your relationship. You think it’s probably fine.
Oliver nods. He seems to understand, but still appears like something else is weighing on his mind. You really do smother your smile this time.
“Oliver,” you tell him, gently, “I also think that you might be a bit young for Lady Crowley.”
He blushes.
🗡️
You can barely see with your helmet on, so you keep it under your arm for the time being. You cut the figure of a man well enough anyway so for the moment there’s no need to worry about your face being on show. In fact, you’ve gained a reputation for being quite handsome.
Handsome but very spoken for. Apparently there was a lady discussing giving you her favour to joust, and Crowley spilt wine all over her skirts. Then again, she did the same when a knight rode up to ask to fight for Aziraphale’s honour, and suddenly found that his helmet crest had inexplicably burst into flames.
Crowley knows how to mark her territory.
You run a hand over your horse’s nose, humming a soothing little note as she nickers and whinnies.
“I know it’s hot, girl. Let’s give them a show and then we’ll both get out of this damned armour.”
You saddle up, letting Oliver pass you your helmet and your shield. You ride as a freelancer so neither of them are burdened with some noble’s crest; instead you ride under your own: a pair of wings, one white, one black. A little nod to the two who matter the most to you.
You ride onto the field as horns herald the start of the joust. You know a few of the knights competing, and are well aware of your first opponent - Kenelm the agile, a man you’ve faced several times over and are at equals wins against. He nods at you from his steed, hailing the crowd as he’s announced. You look across the seating, and see Aziraphale and Crowley in the front row. Where they always are, whenever you compete. With an ineffable inevitability.
“And, riding under his own banner, Sir Kerkylas of Andros!”
Even with her glasses on you know Crowley is rolling her eyes at your chosen pseudonym. You ride up to the pair of them, grinning.
“Be careful,” Aziraphale begs for the umpteenth time. She passes you her favour: a little ring, golden, set with a pair of wings on it.
“I will be,” you say, kissing her hand, then quieter: “You do remember that I can’t die?”
“Yes, but we don’t know if dismembering will do you any good!”
Crowley reaches over to present you her token, a pin embellished with a silver snake. You stow both in your saddlebag.
“I’ll buy you a drink if you take the helmet clean off his head,” she whispers.
“You’re on,” you agree. Crowley reaches out to caress your face, then stops and retreats abruptly.
“Better not lay that on too heavily. I think I might kill your squire.”
A glance over your shoulder reveals that Oliver looks like he might combust. Taking mercy on the poor boy, you nod your goodbyes to the two of them and ride up to greet Kenelm.
“Ken! Didn’t think I’d see you back in the saddle so soon after that humiliating defeat in Dover.”
Kenelm rolls his eyes but holds his tongue.
“Ah, Kerk. Sorry, didn’t see it was you. I was blinded by the pomp of your armour. I forget that you need to compensate for something.”
Ha, if only he knew.
Despite the ribbing the two of you exchange a smile.
“Good luck, Ken. And remember, aim the lance at me. Poor Cynisca was dreadfully irritable after last time, when it seemed you were trying to skewer her flank.”
He grimaces at being reminded of the faux pas before putting his helmet on and readying himself. You trot to your side of the tilt where Oliver is heaving up your lance.
“You’ll win,” he says confidently, “Kenelm always rides worse the earlier it is in the day. If you can get a solid enough hit in, it’s over, one round.”
“I hope that your faith in me isn’t misplaced, Oliver.”
You helmet up, resigning yourself to see what little of the world you can through the frog-lip, and clutch your lance. It’s heavy but you’re used to it by now.
An expectant silence settles over the crowd. Aziraphale buries her face in Crowley’s shoulder.
“Oh, I can’t look–!”
The flag is waved, and you charge.
🗡️
You reflect on how Crowley never bought you that drink. She insisted that knocking a man clean off his horse didn’t count as taking his helmet off. A technicality, flimsy at best - but Aziraphale was too relieved at your victory to argue either side. You went on to place second at that particular tourney, the fire of it inciting you to ride to victory in your next.
You stopped for a while after that. It was doing Aziraphale in a little, and you loved him too much to keep his nerves that frayed.
But, nowadays, reenactments are becoming somewhat of a fad. Usually you find them a little gauche, and it’s more than a bit uncomfortable to relive some aspects of your past, but you never truly lost your love for jousting. So you allow yourself a little vice in it. Your heart aches whenever you’re reminded of Oliver, but you kept tabs on his family, and his descendants are doing quite well. One of them lives in London and works for a charity helping LGBT youth. It seems fitting.
Plus, Aziraphale is a lot calmer about you jousting this way.
“Are you alright?” you ask the man you just took off his horse. He looks a little winded and gladly takes your help getting up.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Think it’s just my pride that’s bruised. You’re really good at this!”
You beam.
“I’ve had practice.”
You exchange socials so that he can follow up with any questions he might have, then turn to take your horse back to the tent the organisers have set up for you. Aziraphale and Crowley are waiting. Your angel has an ice-cream for you, which he passes over before tucking into his own.
“Who was he?” Crowley sniffs, peering over your shoulder. You roll your eyes.
“Just some kid interested in the sport. Stop being jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he says, jealously.
“You did marvellously, my love,” Aziraphale interjects. You smile at him.
“Thank you, darling. I can be a fiend with a lance when I want to be. Even if I am a little out of practice.”
“Hmm, not out of practice as of last night,” Crowley says and Aziraphale chokes on his soft-serve. It’s good to know that even after seven hundred years, your sense of humour hasn’t changed a jot.
“Oh, and,” you say, reaching into your bag, “your favours. Returned to you after they brought me luck.”
Aziraphale slips his ring back on, Crowley affixes the pin to his jacket. Your hands linger on each other’s, as they usually do.
“Let’s go get a drink.”
“You didn’t remove his helmet, so I’m not buying.”
“Oh, you utter bastard.”
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#This is the self indulgent fic lol#it’s me I’m the target audience it’s me#Fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween#crowley x reader x aziraphale#good omens x reader#ineffable husbands x reader#Request
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15 Lines of Dialogue
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Tagged by @shivunin, thank you so much Mo! It's been so fun. Also a nightmare because I chose Aisling and my goodness someone make her shut up please. Referenced from Monster Fic (which is still getting views?? :"D Welp.), This one Radha fic , this prompt .
Five minutes of silence for the one poop line that didn't make it to the final cut of this meme. Always remembered.
🦄✨ Aisling Lavellan ✨🦄
"We look like a swan and the ugly chick of a cuckoo.”
“I do. He’s just been mistreated. The Idiot started training him as a war horse, but it didn’t go well. He’s been beaten and whipped and given little food for too long, and relegated to do the work horse when he’s not. He just needs to learn that people can be trusted again, but he’ll be stronger and swifter than all the others, I’m sure.”
“Hey, I’m trying to stay in the role. I was told I’m a religious figure and I should behave! You’re ruining the mood, people need to think I’m the Herald of Andraste for real and that you can’t laugh! Stop, or I’ll have to sing a very lewd drinking song, you’ll laugh loudly, and they’ll all know!”
“I am aware I must sound like a child. But I believe people are good, deep down. And that everyone deserves a second chance.”
“In the case I’ll tragically fall to my death on horseback, I’ll leave a note to allow you to talk to my funeral and tell everyone that you told me so, is it all right?”
“The bad and the good, Cole. The good is better if there’s bad, like when it stops raining and the sun shines again, or when springs melts the snow and the flowers grow. But, humans can’t choose one, you know it. There must be snow and rain and thunder to make the flowers grow. I’m fine, don’t look at me. What do you want to do?”
“Honestly, I think all the time that you would have made a way better job as Inquisitor, if I hadn’t convinced the Keeper to send me and not you. You would have done a better job as First than I ever did, if… And I’m… I’m trying to prove that it’s not so, that I can be good too. Been doing it all my life, honestly.”
“Mh. I’m not really sure. Care to try again? For science?”
“You wished for a Cinderella, your Grace, but I am a bad one. You would know if you ever had paid more attention to anyone that’s not yourself.”
“But then, even if I feel nauseous and I hate everything and I would beg you to just take the title from me, I can’t take it, it’s too much and I’m just me… Then I remember that if I had run, I’d never met any of you, and you’ve all become family, and… And I do believe that we’re doing something good to the world. And that’s… That’s enough when the walls seems to loom upon me and I think that I can’t shoulder another impossible decision that shouldn’t be mine to take.”
“What if you explain and nothing changes? I know about loneliness, and of thinking you don’t deserve the love you get. You don’t have to face it alone.”
“I know. But I can still do some good, and the important people will remember me. I don’t care for the rest.”
“I’ve been alone ever since people started calling me the Herald of fucking Andraste, but I guess you wouldn’t understand being imposed by others a part that means nothing to you and you hate, right, Blackwall?”
“But if thinking he deserves another chance makes me a traitor, than be it. He’s more powerful than any of you realize. If you really think that hate and open hostility will ultimately save us all, I am glad to call myself a traitor and die as one.”
“No. You will let me finish. I know my shit, I am good at it, I am happy that you worry and care for me, really! I am and thank you for it, but this is getting ridiculous and I’m only doing worse because I’m stressed about you not trusting that I am competent and constantly watching me like… Like… Like a fucking vulture!”
Special mentions:
"Bad horsey!"
“Hey! I also have good days!”
Tagging: @ndostairlyrium @underneathestars @melisusthewee @rowanisawriter @pinayelf @zenstrike @inquisimer @heniareth and YOU!
#tagged petrel#15 lines of dialogue#aisling lavellan#I noted down everything not to get back at the fic again and I filled 3 pages in word#1790 words#my goodness Aisling you're chatty#back at you Mo it *has* been a nightmare#something I realized is that the most poignant lines on her are always said by other characters#... which is extremely in line with her#She'll talk you silly but will only speak about what negative she's feeling if she's VERY upset#and that Blackwall takes out the worst in her (in a good thing - not one she's happy to face but one she needs to face)
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Mer-Mer-Mercury![1]
There rode a certain witch, from Mercury it's said
She was big and strong, and her hair a flaming red
Some haters came at her, with anger and with screed
But most Gundam fans, saw in her a charming lead
She's oft the most memeable of creatures
Bringing laughter and joy to most
But her strength and kindness are the features
More would do well to host
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Partner of Miorine!
Succeeded beyond expectations!
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Ace pilot and Coven's Key!
That's not up for interpretations!
"Tomato's gotta go", declared her enemies
But her fanbase begged, "A few episodes more please!"
A dork (affectionate), she'd garnered much goodwill
Though she had her flaws, Suletta was well-liked still
Then one day a poll of M.C. scoring
Challenged her, it's not to blame
"Come, prove yourself", the thread was imploring
And the witch was game
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Partner of Miorine!
They beset her with all the downvotes![2]
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Ace pilot and Coven's Key!
She was unfazed, more scared of the goat!
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Partner of Miorine!
They exclaimed she'd earn no higher place!
Mer-Mer-Mercury!
Ace pilot and Coven's Key!
And so they shot her off into space![3]
Oh, those Redditors[4]
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Sung to the tune of "Rasputin" by Boney M.
I'd originally used the word 'upvotes', due to the rules of the poll dictating that you upvoted the person you wanted out, but I figured this version would better preserve the sentiment should it be voided of context.
No lesbian space tanukis were harmed in the voting of the poll; Suletta was recovered safely from the vacuum of space and has forsworn revenge. Now, her sister whose a literal ghost in the machine that can hijack WMDs, on the other hand...
Context: There's been a protagonist elimination poll on the Gundam subreddit for the past couple weeks. Suletta was doing very well, but her winning streak finally ended and she was voted out at 4th place. I didn't think the poll was supposed to be particularly serious, since the first elimination, Judau Ashta from Mobile Gundam ZZ, was due to a meme[5], so to pay tribute to Suletta's valiant struggle, I wrote a parody song. Unfortunately, some folks took the poll and their beef with fictional teenagers Very Seriously[6], so it got a mixed reception. Still, a few folks enjoyed it, and I think I did a good job, so I decided to preserve it and share it with folks here as well.
The opening song for Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ is "Anime Ja Nai ~Yume o Wasureta Furui Chikyūjin yo~", which apparently translates to "It's Not Anime (You Antiquated Earthlings Who Have Forgotten Dreams), so it's a fairly common meme in Gundam fandom that ZZ 'is not anime'.
Considering the show ended 9 months ago at this point, which as far as the modern entertainment cycle goes might as well be 9 years, the longer The Witch from Mercury continues to live in haters' heads rent-free, the more I'm impressed. Here's to hoping folks are still living mad about it 9 actual years from now.
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Arcane starters
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content/trigger warning: death, violence, swearing, vomiting
ACT 3
episode 07
"I knew it was a mistake trusting you."
"You've been a real picnic yourself."
"Hey, stop! Get your hands off of me."
"You shy? Or just ugly?"
"You look good for a dead girl."
"That was a long time ago. People change."
"You were following us? Why didn't you say something?"
"You still punch like a little boy."
"I remember when you wouldn't stand up to me."
"Perhaps the error resides not with your calculations, but with your subjects."
"Nature has made us intolerant to change. But fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature."
"I know the look of a doomed man."
"If you take this path, they will despise you."
"Love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress."
"I tried taking it apart and it nearly killed me."
"Everything you said about him was true."
"My family cast me out and yet, part of me still loves them."
"He disappeared. He does that sometimes."
"It didn't sound like a request."
"Let's just say I didn't always see eye-to-eye with my old man."
"I didn't lose her. They took her!"
"Why would I remember her name?"
"They needed somewhere safe to start again."
"She's still in there. I can reach her."
"I order a blockade and my own partner violates it?"
"Have you forgotten where we came from?"
"Listen, let her go."
"I brought her here."
"It's me you want."
"I thought they were hurting you!"
"Don't move, silly. I might hurt you."
"Have you forgotten how she left you?"
"I am your family. Everyone else betrays us."
"Your people hunt us like animals."
"Your people aren't dying all around you."
"The peace is already broken."
"Shut up. It's just a goodbye hug."
"Oh, look who it is. The boy savior."
episode 08
"He wanted me to know death."
"Your brother thinks he can talk his way out of anything."
"I will give you the world, child, if you prove you can take it."
"Kill her now, and only one must die."
"You understand you've broken several laws?"
"Sometimes death is a mercy."
"You're a scary lady."
"War isn't our first and every recourse."
"Weapons can't be unmade, and they are always used."
"What happened to her, it's not your fault."
"I understand this must be painful. I'm afraif it will only get worse."
"I have to get home. It isn't safe for me here."
"We're no strangers to failure."
"They're still cleaning the blood off the bridge."
"I remember where your fancy damn door is."
"Go back to that big, shiny house of yours and just… forget me, okay?"
"Everything you do inspires me."
"You said you were tired of doing nothing."
"That's the only sensible thing that came out of anyone's mouth tonight."
"Of everyone up here, you're the one she trusted to do something."
"We got a deal, pretty boy?"
episode 09
"He knew what he was signing up for."
"Do you not understand? I am part of this now."
"You won't make it alone."
"You gonna do anything about that piece of shit who murdered my boy?"
"At least we have the solace of knowing he died fighting for our cause, instead of some petty personal dispute, as so often occurs here."
"You're one to talk about sacrificing for the cause."
"March back to your ship and get the hell out of my city."
"Get a hold of yourself. I taught you better."
"I wanted to protect the city from people like you."
"I would set the world ablaze to protect our family."
"At least you didn't throw up."
"Everything made sense then."
"What about your disease?"
"We lost ourselves. Lost our dream."
"In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good."
"You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty."
"Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you who leech off their legacies."
"I still believe in loyalty."
"Perfect place for an ambush."
"I was reminded recently of what brought us together in the first place."
"I give you credit for your stunt."
"They weren't her crimes, she was working for me."
"We both have our shitty parts to play."
"You'd be surprised what you can pull off when your life depends on it."
"It's not enough to give people what they need to survive, you have to give them what they need to live."
"And what do I lose but problems?"
"Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?"
"She still needs you. They all do."
"They're right not to trust us."
"With respect, I don't give a shit what any of you think of me anymore."
"Nothing ever stays dead."
"I always heard you. Shadows in the streets, prickles on the back of my neck."
"The only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you."
"I paid your girlfriend a visit this morning."
"Make her go away, please."
"You wouldn't lie to me. Not again."
"You're my daughter. I'll never forsake you."
"I never would have given you to them. Not for anything."
"I thought maybe you could love me like you used to."
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@ghxsthide asked: describe me 🥺? / description meme
Family movie night had gone about as well as you'd expected.
Purrloin and Amias had gotten into a scrap fighting over the curried bones they'd managed to snatch out of the kitchen bin. Your dad'd dragged them apart and thrown away the bones once more (having to pry away the ones clutched tightly between fangs and claws), and dropped the two felines on opposite ends of the room to cool off.
Hop's Cramorant had gone around the house trying to swallow down everything it could find, from the TV remote to your caps to your grandfather's favourite potted plant. A right menace, it was, and you thanked your lucky stars that all the smaller pokemon of the household managed to stay out of its gullet.
Allister's Haunter had tipped popcorn over the settee and vanished with the bowl, only to reappear a few minutes later wearing it as a hat. You'd resigned yourselves to using paper plates for the rest of the night - Eevee ones, probably a leftover from an old birthday party - and pretended not to notice when Boonadette spirited a few of them away.
It had been chaotic, to say the least, and you're sure the movie marathon went largely ignored in favour of the antics happening off the screen, but it'd been nice to see the house so full of laughter. It'd been ages since you'd all found the time to get together like this, what with Hop's new research career, Allister's Gym obligations, Dad's Almia work, your own packed schedule... You were a hive of busy, busy Combees! Free days were few and far between, ones that all lined up even more so, but you'd made sure to treasure every moment of this rare occurrence.
You'd given and received more hugs than you could count, shared past memories and future ambitions, and watched as each member of the family slowly retired to their bedrooms with soft, loving smiles on their faces.
And now, here you are. Laying out on the floor in the middle of your living room, your back against Charizard's side, surrounded by food wrappers, and crumbs crushed into the carpet, and DVD disks that had, somehow, managed to escape from their cases. Mum'll go spare when she finds this mess in the morning.
But for now there's peace.
Hop's head rests on your shoulder, snuggling Dubwool against his chest like an oversized plush toy, and Allister lays curled against your other side with one hand clinging tight to the neckline of your shirt. He's been wearing his mask less while at home, an observation that makes something tender melt in your chest, and a quick recall of the night reveals you'd last seen it held in the careful hands of Duksnoir. That's alright, then. They'll keep it safe.
Now that you're left with nothing but the night's silence and your brothers' slow, rhythmic breathing fanning against your skin, you can't help but notice just how tiny they feel in your arms; fragile like the children they are. You can't stop yourself from drawing them that little bit closer. They can't stop themselves from responding, seeking out your company even in their sleep.
Allister grips your shirt tighter, face scrunching up into a frown as he mumbles what you think is a slurred attempt at your name. You scoop him up easily, adjusting your arm until he's resting comfortably with his head tucked under your jaw. It's not the most comfortable position for you, and you're sure you'll wake up in the morning with pins and needles, but it's a small sacrifice to make. He feels even smaller like this, looking every bit the lonely child deprived of a family for far too long.
You'd noticed how he was... hesitant, at first. Overjoyed by the news of his adoption made official, of course, but not yet fully comfortable around your family. He was good at hiding it, you'll give him that, but there were some things that would be more suited to a job interview than a casual day in Postwick. It was like he thought he had something to prove. He'd been nervous to voice opinions first, always preferring to have someone else's to base his off of. He'd never proposed plans, usually going along with whatever you suggested, instead.
You wonder how much of that was Rose's influence, holding his Gym Leader position over his head and implying (threatening) that it could always be taken away should he prove to be a difficult (to control) employee.
You're pleased to see he's dropped that, now. He talks for longer, especially when the topic of his beloved Ghost types is brought up, and he's quicker to ask questions or elaborate on someone else's point. The pranks and scares come far more frequently, barely a week able to pass without someone falling victim, and even the glow of his eyes seems to be... stronger, somehow. Brighter.
You're glad he's happy.
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Hi!!! For my oc ask meme, may I offer you (apologies in advance for the many questions wahahaha):
3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 15, 20, 24 (obligatory), 25, 26 and 31 for... well, that's a lot of questions so ummmm shit go with whoever inspires you but I'll specifically ask for Julian, Eva, Skuggy and Buggy!! (and Farrow if you feel so inclined hehe) again, feel free to pick and choose who you answer each question with and also feel free to skip any bc this is a LOT!! i am sorry i am curious
hi. i am here to answer them All. you heard it. full oc bible right here right now. ill do it using whoever racks my brain for the question or all of them if i feel like it. i am sorry in advance for the length of this but it is very fun THANK YOU
3. Their playlist. Drop their playlist and include specific lyrics from each song you consider to be the most fitting.
i have playlists for almost every oc that i can vibe check in my brain. here. warning, they're all on spotify, sorry. julian, eva, skuggy, buggy, and farrow ! i'll share lyrics from one song that reminds me of them on there each!
jules: "Fate gave me a chance, now a couple chances,
Hands always on the wheel, I thought I really had this
This is a struggle, a struggle of survival
Life is not a toy, and I should know this spiral
Don't fall asleep I am not invincible
Could've been worse,
There could've been a death toll" - AMPM Truck by The Garden
eva: "Beat machines and impossibly fast vertical lyrics
An expression with no physicality, whose heart is it going to capture?
I ripped it off, that rhyme and flow, I didn't need it after all!
All that was left was the empty voice I whittled down for your sake
'Embrace death!!!!!'
Beat machines and impossibly fast vertical lyrics
Music that doesn't create perfection, showing its existence through madness
Feelings bubbling up with boiling point bugs, this tune feels like it's about to fall apart
A song born just to play its rhythm" - MACHINEGUN POEM DOLL by cosMo@/BousouP
skuggy: "But you're a killer and I'm your best friend
Think it's unfair, your situation
You say I'm changing
Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me, driving me insane" - Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms (i havent shifted into skuggy mode for so long i had to dig so deep for this shit)
buggy: i dont wanna do buggy's his playlist is old and redundant </3 but ummmmm jsut look at the title of this fire by franz ferdinand and guess hwat it's about. "oh how i burn for you" headass
farrow: "I didn't have a clue
That I would lose!
Oh I would lose,
Between my left and right, I'd one day have to choose
You're not like me, I'm not like you. I'm not who these things happen to
And that's exactly what you say before it catches up to you
Before you play with knives and find yourself in two" - BAD LUCK! by Jhariah
7. In your opinion, do you think if they were real you would be friends with them or not?
i would love to be friends with jules and skuggy. eva would be mean to me and farrow is absolutely abhorrent. if i met buggy irl i would not trust him im sorry .
8. ^ Relating to above question, do they consider themself easy to get along with, and is that actually true?
jules thinks he's pretty good at making friends, and he's good at going up to people and talking to them, but he tends to come off too strong and scare people off ksjdfs....being from the backstreets he is very eager to get one people's good side and establish YES IT IS ME I AM A COOL GUY YOU CAN TALK TO AND BE FRIENDS WITH, DO U WANNA BE FRIENDS?"
eva thinks he is a reasonable person and doesn't understand why people think he's scary but goes "whatever, if i scare them, that's their problem!" he is not very easy to get along with but once u tap into his shell he is....well...he's eva
skuggy does not want to be easy to get along with and will purposefully make you scared of him or tell you blatantly to go eat rocks. like eva you have to crack his shell and really prove yourself to be a reliable, chill person and he might show you his true face
buggy tends to be easy to get along with, he doesn't come off super strong like jules. he isn't purposefully rude and wants you to feel welcomed, but isn't immediately gonna be like HI WANNA BE FRIENDS he treats you like a stranger at first and THEN gets friendly if you seem cool
9. Have you ever tried to make them in a character creator? If so, share pictures (if you have them)!
YES recently ive been making a lot of juli and evas here
link to above (non-picrew, picture maker)
link (non picrew)
cropped weird bc they were on my ig story LOL but here source!! i LOVE these two in patricular they look SO dman cool and everything fit so well it wasnt even a lobcorp picrew
12. Would you consider them well-liked in universe, or are they more an… acquired taste .
jules is generally well liked, eva is a mixed bag because he tends to be pretty hard on people but has friends who love care him and ensure others that Thats How He Cares For People. i guess id say buggy is generally well liked, skuggy is either a hermit or a rude asshole to anyone u ask in town, farrow is so mixed because he has 20 fake personalities but most people who know him hate his ass or just think of him as the nice fellow from 7/11 with the thousand yard stare, weird bloodstain pooling at the neck of his hoodie and arms full of Sprite bottles
15. What would their theme song/leitmotif be titled? What would it sound like, if you have an idea?
oh this is super interesting. uhmm eva's would be a performance/musical reference like curtain call or final refrain or whatever. would 100% be orchestral or something with very distinct, complicated piano lol. jules... i have no idea. something time loop joke. maybe guitar? accordion??/ SAXOPHONE??? farrow's would 100% be some janky electric guitar with distortion and breakcore in there watever. last laugh
20. How easy is it to befriend them? How easy is it to make them hate you?
jules is easy to befriend he's already down to be friends. buggy is second in difficulty, he's wary but still willing to be friends. eva is next he is not fond of workplace relationships until he is. outside of work he doesn't want anything to do with anyone bc the city scares him. but if you prove yourself to be kind he will be kinder to u in return. skuggy wants you to leave him alone and if you try too hard to be his friend he'll think you're annoying. farrow is in a ??? category because honestly you can't tell if he's your friend, if he pities you, or if he's planning some scheme with u as the casualty
it is not easy to make jules or buggy hate you. if he already liked you buggy will withstand so much bullshit until you finally cross the line and he goes okay you're just a piece of shit now. jules can dislike people or avoid them, but hate is a very strong word and he will only hate u if you are so pesteringly negative or smug and annoying that it drains him to be around u. it is very easy to get eva and skuggy to hate you--skuggy already does, totally unironically, and eva will hate you the moment you go out of your way to try
24. Do they know what a sigma male is. Be honest .
LMFAO the only ones who know what a sigma male is, are probably skuggy, farrow and julian. eva vaguely only through his crackhead friends
25. How do they react to being loved and/or cared for? Similarly, how do they express their love for others?
AHH YES I LOVE THIS TYPE OF QUESTIONS... julian reacts by smothering with love in return. he expresses love very physically, whether it be platonic or romantic. he is SUPER physical w everyone even strangers i cant emphasize this more, he'll put his arm around stranger's shoulders, but he WILL stop the moment they express uncomfort. he just habitually does it. he will high five and hug and hold his homies's hands, he will kiss his homies goodnight, and it isn't even romantic or weird to him, it's just how he expresses friendship. naturally, when he's doing it romantically, he just smothers u
eva is mainly just very confused and almost guilty, but very appreciative of it deep down. like "what did i do to earn this?" and if he feels like he Did do something to earn it, he'll melt into it! otherwise? why. he acts annoyed when its his friends or tries to be humble about it, but when its with a lover he cannot help but wind up dazed and confused but very in love KKJHJkjhf. he was raised to believe he had to earn and work for Everything i guess. he expresses his love more through subtle actions than through words, like leaving a note in ur lunch, making the bed for u, fixing your tie, brushing hair out of ur face, etc etc. he is all about subtlety
buggy is a bit scared but will absorb every ounce of love given to him. if it is from someone he's been with for a while he will skip the soscared phase and go straight to absorbing like a sponge and reflecting it back at them. he is also very physical and wordy with his love. he will make you pet names and hold u thru the night.
skuggy is just like buggy and can be soscared and even a bit defensive or reflective of it. when he expresses love he doesnt like doing it in words but will lay on top of you or just hang aorund you or do little things to indicate trust like falling asleep around u. will give you lots of gifts and things that make him think of you, and just. talk to you openly. be weird around you
26. How do they react to being disliked? Similarly, how do they express their distaste for others?
being disliked is the least of julian's worries, he doesn't really care. he'll just go eh cant reel in every fish in the sea i guess. and just not be buddy buddy w them. he expresses distaste by just exchanging glances w friends and being openly awkward and dismissive but not outright mean around them, like (guy approaches and tries to make conversation) "oh haha, uh...cool! uh, my friends and i were about to go do something, but thats sick i guess?" and then gossip w his friends kjhhjds
eva is used to it and is outwardly like WHATEVER. doesnt faze me. LOTS of people dislike me because they dont VALUE the lessons i teach them. and then he goes home and goes why dont they like me. what am i doing wrong. obviously this is something wrong with them, and not me (daily affirmation voice). he is verbal when he doesnt like someone-- he'll be rude, order them around, tell them to go away and do work, or just straight up say hey man, can you just leave me alone? i don't like you or your face
skuggy is glad when people dont like him because it means he can bug the shit out of them or theyll leave him alone. he will straight up call you a cunt if he doesnt like you
31. What are some things you associate with them? Certain aesthetics, items, colors, feelings, tastes etc! Anything goes!
we're in the final stretch. idk why but i associate julian with octopi? and the color purple, hearts, infinity symbols and ouroboros (oh here comes buggy w the ouroboros again), cats, and very sweet things! "liminal spaces" and the feeling of being surrounded by people yet being so excruciatingly isolated from them and yourself. and rams i guess
eva is really so much classical music, electricity piano, blue, oceans, and sharks to me. sea life and fish in general. any song w piano in it i run to look up its lyrics to try and tie it to him. coldness, snow, paper and very isolated scholarly vibes i guess. the sound of a metronome or a clock ticking, something steady and repetitive. ouh and clocks. hes hokma's son /j
buggy with rlly bright colors, electricity and neon, fire and chill peppers, and sheep! i havent been in the salem brain for so long man i wish i had more. forests and little lit wood cabins. and violence .
skuggy is a lot of muted colors like blue, green, brown. weird and funny lookin bugs. POLYPHEMUS MOTHS and eyes eyes eyes. feeling of crushing anxiety that makes u start gnawing and drawing blood everywhere. laundry machines. and just general brainweirdness. all of my undescribed mental junk that i cant label under anxiety or depression that is just generally truck stop tiger brain. and knives of course
im tired now but i had fun. hope you enjoy my essay my bible my manuscript. if you made it this far i legitimately applaud you and owe you my life like the hell. thanks. ok bye
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GUIDELINES.
Hello, you may know me from one of my many blogs but in case you don't, I'm Kairi! I'm twenty-nine, a Capricorn, a long-time corporate slave & full-time fur-mom. I have 10+ years of writing experience & I look forward to writing with all of you.
I'm not interested in any petty drama. I don't care who you interact with, I don't care why you block what's-their-name. I do not fricken care. Keep your drama off the dash, I'm here for writing & nothing more. This is my escape from the real world, I will not condone drama/call-out culture. We're full-grown adults ; act like it.
Themes of this blog will include: Religion, unyielding devotion, blind faith, blood, gore, fetishization of death & the afterlife, acknowledgement of mortal suffering but free will is a thing, cult-like behaviour. If you find yourself uncomfortable with any of these subjects, then perhaps this blog isn't for you.
I, Kairi, do not condone the actions/behaviours of Seraphiel. To expect me to tone them down is unrealistic & will not be done to suit your needs. Remember, you do not have to follow or interact with me.
Basic etiquette is expected & a requirement.
DO NOT reblog roleplays you are not involved in.
DO NOT meta-game or info-mod. Seraphiel, while an Angel, will only know those of their kind & important members of Hell (Lucifer, Lilith, so on & so forth).
You are permitted to harm Seraphiel, but you cannot KILL them without talking about it with me privately. They are an Angel, it will prove difficult to manage to seriously harm them, but it is not entirely impossible.
Depending on your views of Angels/God himself, you can view Seraphiel however you like ; but they will not view themselves the same. Make them a villain or Saint, they will not share that same sentiment.
Interactions.
Friends/mains will take priority of any/all threads.
All memes will have a 24hr lifespan on this blog. Send as many as you'd like, but do NOT use me as a meme source, it clutters my notifications & it's rather annoying.
I'm not quite as good at plotting as I'd like to be, but if you have any ideas, please let me know so we can talk it out!
Did I forget to reply? Please feel free to offer a gentle nudge to remind me! I'm scatterbrained & forgetful at times, so the reminder will definitely work. HOWEVER, do not continuously pester me about replying - I have a life outside of Tumblr & at times, I just don't feel like writing. Do not take this to heart, I'll reply in due time.
Shipping.
I will not argue against shipping your muse with Seraphiel, but it's all based on CHEMISTRY. Let our muses get to know one another, build a bond & potentially let a romance blossom in time. This means NO insta-shipping!
I'm picky when it comes to potential partners for Sera, but that is no way to discourage you from at least attempting to capture their attention!
Following.
I'm strictly MUTUALS ONLY. That means do not send memes if I am not following you. You're more than welcome to send asks regarding headcanons or any lingering questions you have for Seraphiel.
As stated previously, I do not care for drama. Excessive OOC posts regarding drama or how someone hurt your feelings will discourage me from following you. I will unfollow if you're drama-central, sorry if that's harsh but hey, that's how it's gotta be.
Thank you for taking the time to read my rules. I look forward to writing with all of you.♡
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Art/personal thoughts under the cut
I just want my art to be GOOD, man. I want to be HAPPY with it. My daily Sketch Journal is 90% quick/small studies, and every Monday/Friday I do bigger & longer ones but it feels all for naught. It's FRUSTRATING that I can't see improvement until later, it's frustrating not knowing if this is even worth my time, if this is doing anything to help in the first place
I know I should work on other stuff too, keep it fun and fresh and enjoyable, but I don't know what to do. I don't know what I find fun, I don't know what I enjoy
I'm almost convinced I'm going through the motions of studies for the sake of drawing daily, and this isn't doing anything to help in the long run, but I don't know what else to do
I don't think people understand just how much I LOVE and HATE art at the same time. I love it and want to continue but I hate that I'm not good enough and I hate that I don't know what to do in the first place
It's an obligation to the daily habit grind at this point and it's killing me to see other people making leaps and bounds in progress while I'm stuck in limbo. It's killing me to not be able to draw what's in my head
It esp hurts to have people I consider friends not comment/care even though I KNOW this is self inflicted because of my own bad habits. I'm trying to break out of those but I'm stuck. I'm in circles where I'm the outcast and it makes it that much harder to share anything in the first place. Drawing stuff I know they like is a slap in the face from myself because that's not what I want to draw anymore
It kills me that people can only cite art from 2021-2 as stuff they remember/like, when it's all work that I hate and don't want to be associated with, but I have literally nothing new to work with or share so how can I blame them
I can't even share these thoughts with those people because they don't get it
They say they sympathize but no, they don't get it. They don't understand. It's patronizing and I feel like I'm being consoled like a child. "it'll get better :)" and "I hope you find something you like". Shit like "you'll do so much better when you draw for yourself and not out of spite"
I CAN'T.
I don't know how. I don't know what I like. I don't know how to enjoy it. I don't know how to have fun. I don't know how to make it good for myself. I don't know what I want
I draw something fun and I work on it for a bit but that fun is fleeting and leaves within days. I don't know what to do. I thought I had fun with a series of pyr/amid heads but I can't find the interest to do more
It's like I have a desire that burns under my skin but the second I actually draw it, it's a race between that desire burning out, getting bored, or "finishing" it
I want to gain a following to prove that I can do it, to prove that I AM better than the other motherfuckers that haunt my fucking brain. I want to prove that I CAN make stuff that's appealing and stuff that people WANT to look at, stuff that people CARE about
I'm feeling like such a broken record at this point. I say this every damn day, I'm sure people are tired of it by now. I don't want this anymore but it won't leave me alone. I don't know how to get over it. I'm fucking climbing and climbing and climbing and the mountain keeps getting taller and I can't see past the clouds. I don't know if there's an end and I don't know where to stop or how to get down from here.
I'm so tired and frustrated. I want to enjoy it. I want to have fun, I so desperately want to do all the fun things that people talk about. I want to do trades and draw dumb memes and join games and draw whatever brainworm is taking residence but I'm so disappointed with my inability to show improvement and catch up
I haven't done my journal in a few days and it's currently shot day and also "avoid social media" day, and I don't know what I expect out of this, but I'm putting my thoughts down instead of working out and it's not doing anything but making me even more frustrated. I'm so fucking tired and I'm always disappointed
I want support and I hate that I have to ask for it. I hate that I have to get on my knees and grovel and beg and hope that someone will give me what I want. I hate fishing for the compliments. I hate that I can shower everyone else with compliments but when it turns around I can't fucking get anything and I KNOW that's my own fault when push comes to shove. It's MY fault for being a contrarian little bitch. A right fucking bastard. A mindless fucking prick
I'm stuck and I don't know how to have fun, I don't think I ever did, and I just want to enjoy my hobby. I want to have fun. I want to look forward to it. I only ever WANT to draw, just for something to do, and I never want to work on something specific.
I'm fucking lost. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I don't know where to go
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For the writer meme: 3, 7, 10, 26?
First of all, thank you for the ask and I'm sorry I'm only getting to this just now! I will answer to the best of my abilities.
3. I think all my writing rituals are very cursed. I'm still getting used to finding a good ritual for myself. Sometimes, I'll set a timer for myself and force myself to write for an hour. One of my creative writing professors said it's best to do this rather than stop because you can always fix it later (and you don't have to share what you write). Right now, I haven't posted to Ao3 for a while because I've been trying out different ideas for Futurama and new fandoms that I haven't posted. It's important to remember that's okay and you don't have to post everything you write.
I have to go to war with my brain, or at least, that's how I see it. I have a lot of ideas for several fandoms I've been a part of for years and I would say about 1% of them get written down, and even less than that will ever make it to Ao3. A lot of that is the result of a lack of skill/experience, poor time management, etc. but the biggest issue is that my brain constantly tells me "you can't." As in "you can't write this idea, you aren't good enough," or "this idea is bad and everyone will think you're an embarrassment." And yeah, I think this mindset is what holds me back the most, and proving myself wrong is the best way to get out of it. Sometimes, "just write" is the best way to get out of it rather than wasting time debating my brain.
7. My greatest joy is proving myself wrong, which is relevant to the third answer. In 2021, I convinced myself that I would never be able to write anything the length of a novel, which is something that I worked around in 2022. In 2022, I wrote a story that was 67k words to completion, that was coherent, and I was shocked. It's very short, but it's still the length of a novel. In 2023, I would like to push myself even further and try to write a story over 100,000 words. I know I can do it, as I got very close in 2022, but it's difficult.
Being able to write something to completion, and write something coherent that accomplishes what you set out to do is very difficult. But that difficulty and planning and passion make it unbelievably rewarding in the end. I'm not sure who is going to see this and read it, but you should be very proud of yourself for writing a complete and coherent story, no matter how long it is. That is a hugely difficult accomplishment in my eyes. I think we have the desire to create that pushes us forward, even in tough times, and I think that is a really beautiful fact about humanity.
10. This is an interesting one for sure. I think uncompleted WIPs are haunting, especially if you are in a stage where you aren't sure if you'll ever complete them. I mean, it feels like all that hard work is worthless unless you complete it, even if that's not necessarily the case. I think the experience is worth it because you're getting words down. You get to realize what went wrong. But it's still haunting. I think older works of writing can be haunting because you have the capability to do better now, but it's important to remember that they still hold value.
26. The best way to get into a character's head is to really understand their mindset and their goals within the story. If they are acting irrationally, the writer really needs to enforce that idea and make sure the reader understands why they are acting this way. And you should try to avoid explicitly telling the audience this, but you can give them cues through the character's self-reflection and the way other characters react to their actions. Writers need to make sure that character behavior is consistent throughout the story as well.
I do think that some people freak out over "staying in character" when it comes to fanfiction. I'm going to break something down. Every single fan and person has very different interpretations of each character in a given fandom. I've seen people who have wildly different interpretations from me. And honestly? I think they're completely wrong even if the majority of the fandom agrees with them. However, it doesn't mean my interpretation is correct or their interpretation is invalid, it just means that we interact with the fandom differently. And I would like to raise the point that shows and movies have different writers with their own interpretations of characters that they often write out of character.
Overall, I think it's most important for the writer to make sure their character writing is strong. Make sure their character writing is consistent rather than "accurate to canon" because someone is going to disagree with you no matter how many hours you spend trying to make sure your writing is "accurate to canon." But if you do want to get things accurate, my best advice is to read transcripts or TV Tropes pages for specific characters. Utilize fan wikis if you need to do so. Study how dialogue is written in canon and try to get your dialogue close to that.
My final point is that there will always be people who dislike your writing. It's a hard pill to swallow but you can't please everyone because that's impossible. So why not try to write what you want to see and please yourself? On the flip side, there will always be people who DO like your writing, so it's important to remember that. Learning how to trust yourself and your mind is the best way to grow as a writer. If you can't do that, you'll end up with a whole lot of nothing, and you can't get better if you write nothing.
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My Top 5 Netflix Originals.
A while back, I started a new series on my YouTube channel;
sharing my top 5 favourite things from a range of topics.
I wanted to kick off this series, by sharing my top 5 favourite Netflix originals. Netflix has such an amazing and interesting variety, that are suitable for a huge range of people - there's something for everyone. I'm a bit of a Netflix junkie and I like to watch a multitude of genres. When a new film or series comes out, I always give it a watch! That's why I'm so hooked on Netflix Originals (it feels like I'm in an exclusive club) and want to share my favourites with you.
In this blog post, I've sort of condensed what I spoke about in my YouTube video, in case you're more of a reader. Of course, if you want to watch my video instead or watch it as well as reading this, it will be linked at the bottom of this post.
So, let's get right into it. I've chosen 5 different genres and my favourite movie/series within each one. I hope you enjoy my choices!
THRILLER
I'm partial to a good thriller. I started off with this genre, simply because it is my favourite. I love feeling an adrenaline rush when I watch them and I always have to have a snack handy, to help me through the super intense moments, to save my poor fingernails.
My all-time fave Netflix Original thriller has to be Bird Box. If you haven't seen it yet, you've probably heard about it, because it became a meme (and I still find them funny).
I won't say too many details about the storyline in this blog post (you could check out my video if you are interested though - hint hint), but it's what I would call a psychological thriller and a film that can be interpreted in many different ways. Not much is given away in this film, which is why I found it so interesting to watch.
Basically, there are these "monsters", which are not really shown throughout this movie. If the characters see them, they... perish, to put it lightly.
I have read multiple times, that viewers were annoyed by the fact you couldn't see the creatures, but I think that made it even more fascinating! It lets you decide, in your mind, what they looked like and because the monsters may not have a true form; they appeared how the individual perceived them to be (for me it would probably look like Pennywise or Pyramid Head from Silent Hill) *shudders*.
COMEDY
Dumplin' is everything I enjoy about a good old cheesy rom-com, musical drama and your typical coming-of-age movie. All my guilty pleasures rolled into one and I'm not afraid to show some emotions and have a laugh… and also a cry when watching.
Dumplin' exceeded all of my expectations and for being a plus-sized girl myself, I strongly agree with the message that this Netflix original conveys.
I had a really strong connection with the protagonist, Willowdean Dickson aka Dumplin', portrayed by Danielle Macdonald. I know how it feels to compare yourself to others when being a larger girl. You feel restricted in what you want to do, by the doubts in your mind and how others perceive you, but sometimes you need to say "screw it" and do it anyway. To prove yourself and others wrong.
Break the rules and the mould that society has force-fed us to believe in.
Drag queens, Dolly Parton, Jennifer Aniston and big girl power? What more could I ask for in one movie?
SERIES
What's better than finding a new series on Netflix, snacks at the ready and binge-watching the entire series (or two) in record time?
The Netflix Original series "Happy" is spot on for moments like these.
It has such a unique concept that I’ve never seen in a show before; the mixture of realism and computer-generated characters is incredible. The acting is so raw and natural as well… and not, all at the same time? It's crazy and mind-blowing!
Happy is so over the top and bizarre, with some badass moments and a few tearjerkers as well. It’s all of the emotions, with a storyline that's easy to follow.
It keeps you hooked right from the beginning.
DOCUMENTARY
Documentaries are my guilty pleasure.
I find them fascinating in so many ways. From analysing the people involved and how their minds work to becoming my very own judge, jury and executioner as the stories unravel.
In this case (ha, literally), my favourite Netflix Original “Docu-series", as they're also known, is The Staircase. Again, I won't give too much away in this blog post, but I believe there is so much more information to be revealed in this case and a lot of evidence that hasn't been discovered (or maybe it's being hidden?).
It leaves a cliffhanger and unlike other documentaries that I've seen, there still isn't a definitive answer or conclusion. It left me feeling, well… a bit p'd off if I'm being honest!
Did he do it? Watch it and decide for yourselves…
CARTOON
I love a good cartoon that makes me laugh until my belly aches.
I also love a cartoon that’s made for a more adult sense of humour, because we adults enjoy cartoons too! I grew up with some classics, such as all of the Nickelodeon shows on the good old 90’s television, so it’s really refreshing to have some more mature cartoon content to watch on Netflix and not having to be on the “kids” tab to do so!
For me, Big Mouth has some cringe-worthy humour; it’s so weird that it makes you laugh (possibly out of awkwardness) and you can’t stop watching. I can remember saying “wtf” a few times throughout the duration of Big Mouth, yet I continued to watch and ended up being obsessed with it.
I hope you like and enjoy my choices! If you've seen them, let me know your favourites in the comments and also send me your recommendations.
I'm a Netflix addict, so the more shows for me to binge, the better!
Thanks for reading (and watching, if you check out my video, linked below)
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4 Mistakes To Avoid While Investing In Stock Market
Summary: While investing in stocks it is easy to get carried away by numbers and record highs. Don`t make these mistakes in the stock market especially when it’s too tempting.
Investing in a stock market is a serious affair and a long-term game. Despite this, many investors in India tend to succumb to their emotions every time the market hits a new high. There have been many firsts for the Stock Exchange. When it hit 1,000 for the first time, it was an all-time high! And then it reached 10,000, 20,000, 40,000, or 50,000…and with every new record, the story continued.
There will be a time when the Sensex will cross the 100,000 mark and then 500,000, but we don`t know when that will happen. No matter how many records the market is breaking, the basic rules of investing don`t change. If there is one important thing that you should remember while investing in the market, it is that market high is not a destination; it is a journey towards wealth creation.
To ensure that this journey is smooth and produces desired results, you can listen to a business motivational speaker who has a good experience in financial investment.
Here are some golden tips that you should consider before investing in the stock market while it rides the bull:
1. Avoid Fear Of Missing Out
Many people suffer from FOMO or fear of missing out when they could not participate in the stock market rally. Recently, the same happened in India and now there is a strong urge to invest before they lose more. But fear of missing out on some perceived gains should not be the guiding principle when it comes to investment. It is best to avoid FOMO because it will lead to many irrational money decisions that will result in losses.
2. The Market is Smarter
A market is a forward-looking machine. It means that the market always sees things we cannot. It has discounted the third or even the fourth wave of the pandemic. However, there is a huge difference between the market's performance and a nation's economy.
The Sensex has its own rules, which is why the market keeps proving everyone wrong. This is why investors should not overthink. Focus on diversifying your portfolio, asset allocation, and risk profile. Control the controllable before it goes out of control, i.e., your behaviour, your money, and hence your losses. To know everything about Share Market from the scratch, watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_iJCNzDe-s
3. Don`t Invest in Meme Stocks or Trending Stocks
You must have heard about various stocks and their sky-rocket prices without any strong fundamentals in place. It is a pure play of operators and the community. Similarly, many people invest in penny stocks and meme stocks in India based on the news for a quick gain. However, always know the fact that whenever a stock is trending, it is trending for the wrong reasons.
It is important to remember that you are investing in businesses and not in stocks. Find good businesses, and avoid investing in memes and penny stocks. Understand your risk profile, and financial goals, and do thorough research before you pick any stock, the way you do it before buying a car or a house.
4. Don`t Follow Anyone Blindly
Be it Rakesh Jhunjhunwala or Warren Buffett, never follow anyone blindly. These legendary investors are experts in the stock market and there is nothing wrong with their investing advice, but the issue lies in following any advice blindly. If you follow Warren Buffett, you must be aware of his famous quote on diversification. He says, “Diversification is for the ignorant.” It simply means that those who know how to pick the right stock at the right time should only invest in a few stocks instead of spending on multiple stocks across multiple sectors. But this does not always work for a retail investor.
When you invest only in a few stocks, you put yourself at a huge risk of having a concentrated portfolio. So always have a diversified portfolio, unless you have the money, time, and expertise to select stocks like Warren Buffett.
Never invest in one go, especially when the market is showcasing high fluctuation. So unless there is a good correction, always spread your investments into tranches. For example, if you have Rs. 5 lakh to invest, then divide that into five or six months and invest accordingly.
The idea of managing a business is easier said than done and we completely agree with you. This is why to help you move forward with your business goals, we at Bada Business offer an exclusive Business Coaching Program that comes with Foundation courses, specialized courses, and value-added courses.
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Source: https://news.badabusiness.com/marketing/4-mistakes-to-avoid-while-investing-in-stock-market-10981.html
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GUESS WHO?
☆.｡.:* as an idol, you have a myriad of responsibilities. among these are maintaining a good image and pleasing the fans, having a stan twt acc? maybe not so much. not that you and sunoo are admitting to anything. then again, you don’t exactly expect to find each other as fan accs undercover and you equally don’t expect to start catching feelings.
note: sorry it took me a long time to get this out! i hope you enjoy <3
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chapter 44 — that spider-man meme
Last week, Kim Sunoo would’ve never guessed he’d be hiding from his roommates, and anticipating a facetime call from his crush in the idol community. He thought, his days would go on talking to Angel and sneakily taking risky glances at you in every award show.
Today, he learns he’s been talking to you this whole time - and it was almost ironic the way two idols had hidden in Twitter and still managed to find each other, even more so catching feelings. He had always thought you were painfully out of his league (unaware you thought the same thing about him).
The usual ringtone that usually brought Sunoo comfort has him sweating an abnormal amount.
And similar to your first phone call together, it takes a lot more for Sunoo to click the video button. At least, a lot more than he anticipated. He’s not sure he can face you after knowing he had tweeted and freaked out about you… to you before. Will he risk the possibility of embarrassing himself even more? Maybe if it meant talking to the girl he likes.
Concluding there was nothing else to do, Sunoo finally clicks the button and is immediately faced with the sight of you. He thinks he might faint.
“Holy shit, you’re real!” Your posture immediately straightens at the familiar sight of his pink hair and equally pink face. “Oh my god.”
For some silly reason, you had managed to convince yourself that all of this was made up and you were actually just dreaming this whole time.
“Shut up. SHUT UP!” Sunoo is no short from yelling, startling a poor Jungwon from his bed whose trying to take a couple of selcas to post. His leader is about to ask what happened when Sunoo darts out of their shared room.
“You’re _______. Oh my god, oh my god. Wait! Show me two fingers. You might be one of those really high-tech AIs. You know, like the one aespa has?” You laugh at his response but raise two fingers anyways. Your action solicits a short squeal from Sunoo. “You’re _______. Like actually.”
“And you’re actually Sunoo.”
The two of you fall silent for a moment, just taking the whole situation in. It was all so unusual and silly, almost even unreal. And it says silent for a while, a blink or two, but the moment your eyes meet again, none of you can control yourselves from bursting out into hysterical laughter.
“You’re telling me…” You take a breath from too much laughter. “You’re telling me we both were idols undercover and we still found… we still found each other!” Tears are building up in your eyes in your continued laughter. “I was yelling about Sunoo to you when you were him this whole time!”
You wipe at your tears as you realize how obvious Sunoo had been - his name being his legal name “Sunwoo”, how he had similar school hours as you, how he was never active in award shows or during their promotional filming. Sunoo can’t help but wonder the same thing as every moment you had almost slipped from your guise dawns on him.
“As if I didn’t do the same! I can’t believe I fanboyed over ______ to you. You’re ______! Oh my god. I can’t believe I didn’t have it all figured out when we called. I watch your vlives all the time.”
“Oh, you do?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him teasingly before immediately bursting into another fit of laughter when he retaliates. “As if you don’t watch mine either!”
“It’s okay, my fan account is long deactivated so you will never find my tweets ever again, and you will never have proof to prove your statements.” Sunoo pouts, rolling his eyes playfully. “You made that bracelet for me, right?”
“Shut up!” Sunoo runs a hand down his face embarrassingly before giggling to himself. “I was jealous of your friend too when that friend was me.” He shakes his head, bringing his knees up to his chest before smiling at you softly. “How are you so calm right now?”
“I might appear quite composed, but I think I’m dying on the inside. Thanks for always being a person of comfort, Sunoo. Calling with you always helped, and thanks for the handkerchief yesterday.”
“Funny story, I got that from Kim Sunwoo.”
“From The Boyz?!”
“From The Boyz.”
“Dayeon would laugh at me if she found out.” You chuckle quietly, thinking of Dayeon and the rest of your members. They had constantly teased you about how you were talking to Kim Sunwoo from The Boyz when it was actually Kim Sunoo from Enhypen.
“Thanks for always being a person of comfort to me, too.” He rests his chin on the palm of his hand as he admires you quietly.
“So, I heard you liked me?”
Sunoo immediately turns a shade of red. “And if I do?” He pouts at you, looking away as to mask how flustered he is right now. Maybe it was the way the light of the moon was illuminating you, but he knew he really did genuinely like you in this simple moment.
“Well, I like you too.”
A beat of silence passes.
He was floored, to say the least. Hearing that you liked him back was a different experience and he can’t help the smile that plasters on his face. It was an even greater feeling to know the person you genuinely like is someone who’s as sweet and caring and funny as you. Sunoo can’t break the smile on his face.
“Hey, what’s got you smiling like that?”
“You.” He whispers quietly. “Always you.”
You gulp at his words, shifting your gaze from his intent one. When he meets your eyes again, your cheeks have turned a bright red despite your teasing a few minutes ago. “What do you think we give this a try, pretty girl?”
You duck your head to hide the shy grin on your face and the blush on your cheeks. Kim Sunoo was impossible not to like, especially when he has you swooning the way you are.
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling before nodding your head. “Let’s give this a try.”
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smut blurb [bucky barnes]
A/n: I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but daydreaming about was satisfying as fuck, so I thought I’d share
Summary: you and Bucky haven’t been dating for a long time, and a meme from Instagram helps him discover your submissive side KINKY 1.6k
Warnings: D/s dynamics, implied smut, spit play (main topic - don’t like it, don’t read this!), innocent reader, Bucky being smug as hell. I don’t think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!
I know it’s a Bucky fic, I chose the gif for the tongue, don’t @ me!
Curled on the couch beside Bucky, you sat and scrolled through your phone. You had your cheek squished against his chest as his right arm was draped around your middle, his eyes on the TV and yours on the memes on your Instagram home page.
The documentary he was watching had bored you about ten minutes in, but you knew he waited months for it to be released, so you kept quiet, only rarely actually paying attention to what was going on on the TV. The room was fairly quiet, none of you moving or saying anything as the minutes passed by.
At one point, you involuntarily broke the silence when a dismissive chuckle slipped past your lips. You didn't think much of it and continued scrolling on your phone, but Bucky's attention was now on you.
"What?" he asked, playing with a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear and kissing the top of your head.
"Nothing" you mumbled, "Just a stupid meme"
"Show me" he softly commanded, leaning his head down to see.
You looked up into his eyes, his face dangerously close to yours, "It's nothing" you laughed.
"You know I love my memes, come on" he pushed, and in the end, you scrolled back up.
When you reached the post in question, you raised one eyebrow and waited for him to realise that there really was nothing interesting about it. But then he chuckled.
"That was funny to you?" you giggled, amused solely by the fact that he found the meme good.
Bucky averted his gaze from the screen of your phone to your eyes, "Yeah"
"Why?" you laughed, "It's not funny, it's gross. I don't get why people keep saying that. No one thinks that's hot"
"I do" he nonchalantly said, throwing in a shrug to prove just how serious he was.
For a second, you had no reply, but then you pushed yourself up and rolled your eyes. "But that's because you're a guy. No girl would ever ask her boyfriend to spit in her mouth"
"You wouldn't?" Bucky frowned. He didn't seem offended, or surprised, it just seemed like he didn't believe you.
"I-" you opened your mouth to contradict him, to tell him that you can't see yourself asking him to do that. But as soon as you spoke the first word, you froze, closed your mouth and decided to rethink your words. But nothing came to mind. You just looked into his awaiting eyes, and mumbled a shy "No"
"Why not?"
He was so calm, it bugged you. And kept you on your toes. You felt a familiar kind of excitement build up in the pit of your stomach, but you still tried to convince yourself that that was not something you'd ever want to try.
"I don't know, Bucky" you sighed, "I don't understand why someone would ask for that"
"If you knew I like it and wanted to do that with you, you still wouldn't ask me to?"
The way he pushed you. Just how smug he was while doing it. There was some kind of weird satisfaction he was getting from grilling you like this. He loved seeing you all flustered, to push your buttons, especially after seeing just how easy it was to control you.
As you thought of an answer, the corner of Bucky's mouth lifted up, eagerly waiting to see if you were ready to give in yet.
"I don't-" you said, nervous and embarrassed, palms sweating as he looked down at you, "I don't know, I don't think I'd-"
"Open your mouth" he commanded, placing his hand on your hip and giving you an encouraging pat. "Now" Bucky added after seeing you hesitate.
It was not like you were afraid of him, he never lifted a hand or had ever been aggressive in any kind of way. The reason you obeyed in an instant after he asked you again, was because you wanted to please him, to show him that you were good, and entirely his.
You kept your eyes trained on his as you opened your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest. Rubbing his hand across your thigh, Bucky urged you to close the distance between your bodies, "Come here" he calmly commanded.
And again, you obeyed.
"Closer" he repeated, until you were mere inches away from him.
He grabbed your cheek into his palm and pushed you down until you were facing his chest, and then he tilted your head up. You felt his thumb softly rub the skin below your eye, as you boiled with anticipation.
"Push your tongue out, doll"
After you did so, he sent you a sweet, proud smile, before spitting in your mouth without any kind of warning. Your whole body clenched with nerves, your pussy trembling as your mind started to uncover a new, hidden part of itself. Why did that turn you on so much?
Softly, Bucky placed his fingers under your chin and closed your mouth, "Good girl" he nodded, "Now swallow for me"
As you swallowed, a new wave of ecstasy washed over you. And it came out of nowhere - the instinct to open your mouth again. It made him chuckle, but the embarrassment didn't make you reconsider. You just sat and waited, tongue out.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" Bucky laughed, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.
"Mhm" you nodded and sent him a sweet pout, somehow confused with what just happened, but mostly disappointed that it was over.
"Now you understand why some girls ask their boyfriends to do that?"
"I guess, yeah"
Bucky grabbed your chin again, but this time he kissed you. He went all in, consuming you until you melted in his hold. His hands roamed your body until his fingers reached your ass, lewdly sinking into your flesh. His grip kept tightening, threatening to bruise your skin, but you loved it. So when he pulled away, you whined and tried to follow him, but he stopped you.
"Nah-ah" he shook his head, "You know what you have to do now"
Oh no, you thought, he couldn't be serious. Your cheeks caught on fire the second you realised what he expected of you. Bucky watched you closely, a wicked grin on his perfect lips as he saw you fidget and struggle. And on top of this, he held you close, rubbing his thumb along your jawline, making it so much more difficult for you to focus.
"Bucky?" you eventually called.
"Yes, doll?" he nodded, his hand traveling lower to gently caress your breasts.
You took a deep breath, your chest expanding against his palm. You knew he could feel your hard nipples through your shirt, but the thought only made you needier.
"Can you-" you asked softly, "Can you please spit in my mouth?"
"How did you manage to make that sound so cute?" Bucky shook his head in disbelief, chuckling as he licked his lips, but you stood your ground, begging him with your stare. "Of course, angel," he regained himself, "Open up for me"
This time, things went more smoothly. You swallowed proudly and sent him a genuine smile before you leaned in and pecked his lips. "Thank you"
"You're welcome, baby" he hummed, gathering you close. He brought you with your back against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your frame as he whispered in your ear. "Let me see how much you like that"
You didn't even get a chance to say anything before he forced his hand down your leggings and into your underwear, his fingers instantly meeting your core.
"I honestly did not expect you to be so wet" he confessed.
Embarrassed beyond words, you hurried to hide your pained expression behind your hands.
"Don't do that" Bucky urged you, using his metal hand to grab your wrists and uncover your face, "Not with me, ok? Don't ever hide from me"
After he tilted your head to get you to look at him over your shoulder, you faintly nodded.
"Good" he smiled, kissing your temple, "Now why don't you let me take care of that for you?"
As he spoke, one of his fingers slipped past your folds, slowly sinking inside your cunt, knuckle deep.
And you couldn't have been happier to accept. With ease, he helped you off of him and placed you down on the couch, swiftly dragging your leggings and underwear off. As he settled between your already trembling legs, you reached out and touched his cheek to stop him and get him to look at you.
"Is everything ok?" Bucky asked, traces of concern visible in the blue of his eyes.
"Yeah" you giggled, "Everything's perfect, I just- um, can we do that again?"
He raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
"You know?" you rolled your eyes, "That?"
"Now?" Bucky laughed, visibly relieved.
"Not now" you mumbled, "Like... whenever?"
"Yes, darling. Whenever you want. Just say the word"
"But like-" you pouted, "I don't want to have to always ask you. Like you could tell me, too"
"Oh," Bucky nodded, finally understanding what you've been trying to say. He crawled up your body and stopped above you, his breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. "So you want me to just come and tell you to open up for me, and you'll do it, like the good little girl you are?"
"Yes"
"I like that" he said, kissing your lips, "Deal"
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barns x you#bucky barnes imagine#bucky x y/n#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan imagine
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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!
Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.
For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.
So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.
Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.
Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.
With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.
This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.
Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.
Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.
This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.
She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.
Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.
You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.
The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.
You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.
Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.
He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.
His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.
His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.
His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.
Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.
She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.
Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.
#if you dont want to use the refs#im really cool with it#just enjoy yourself buddy#pokemon#prof.peach#peach talks#prof.grey#pari#dotaku island#dotaku staff#PLEASE#just ask me if you dont know something#or feel i missed something in what i wrote
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i wish i could disappear
word count: 3.6k
warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, feelings of anxiety due to social media harassment, invasion of privacy that border on stalking
recommended listening: brutal | olivia rodrigo
series masterpost: here
a/n: and we're off to the races!! i love this album and olivia so much. there's a shoutout to goon by tobias jesso jr. in here bc it's my favourite album to cry to lmao (highly recommend giving it a listen!). i'm on the fence about this one but am posting it anyways because i don't think i can make it any better
How the fuck do people find your social media?
All of your accounts are private and Kevin makes sure to never tag you on the rare occasion he posts a picture of the two of you together. The wives and girlfriends who have public accounts make sure to never post about you, and you’re careful not to comment on posts often. You’re a private person and though you understand that due to the nature of your relationship with Kevin you intrigue some fans, you don’t want to give them more than you have to.
Despite making no attempt to open up to the public or media, every day you wake up with hundreds of follow requests from complete strangers. At first it was a little exciting knowing that people were curious about your life but after years of the same routine it’s become draining. It takes you nearly twenty minutes each day to weed through them and accept only the people you know personally. Kevin doesn’t actually know how many people want to catch a glimpse of your daily life because you do your best to keep it from him. Knowing would only bring him stress, and you want him to be able to focus on winning games and loving you with his entire heart.
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The phone on your desk rings loudly, pulling your attention away from the computer screen that has way too many numbers on it for your liking. The finance department needed someone to proof their audit before sending it away and since you’re the only one in human relations that has a business degree the job landed on your shoulders. Eager to take a break, you pick it up and press the receiver against your ear.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other side laughs gently, but you immediately know it’s Kevin. “Hi sweetheart,” he says warmly, “How’s work?”
“Fine I guess. It’s work, Kev. Nothing terribly exciting happens here,” you explain but continue to fill him in on all the coffee pot gossip you got this morning. Kevin listens as you complain about forgetting your lunch on the counter and chuckles at how upset the situation makes you.
“What if I told you I’m outside your window with a burrito bowl?”
Excited at the possibility of seeing your boyfriend before dinnertime, you whip towards the window and spot Kevin on the sidewalk, waving like an idiot despite knowing your office is on the fifth floor. You hang up quickly after telling him you’ll be down in two minutes and let the receptionist know you’re stepping out for lunch. There’s a line for the elevator so you head to the stairwell, taking them two at a time in your haste. You’re crossing the street to the small park where Kevin has set up a picnic before your co-workers are even out the door.
You plop down on the blanket beside Kevin and lean into him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before passing you the food he brought. You take a bite, sighing at the taste. Kevin knows you better than you know yourself and knew exactly what to get that would satisfy your mounting hunger.
“Thanks babe,” you smile, holding up your fork and offering him a bite. He takes it graciously but makes a face. “What’s the matter?” you laugh as you take the utensil back.
“I fucking hate avocado.”
The two of you eat in relative silence, speaking only when you remember a detail from your morning. Kevin tells you about the drills he’s going to lead at practice in the afternoon and what he plans on cooking for dinner since he’ll be home before you. You insist you can whip something up when you get home but Kevin shakes his head. He reminds you that relationships are give and take, and that you’ve made dinner the past three nights because he had a string of games. You manage to reach a compromise that has you doing the dishes before you have to return to work.
Kevin insists on walking you back to your office even though you protest vehemently. Your relationship is far from secret, and has been the topic of workplace gossip more times than you can count, but after five years you’ve learned to ignore most of it. However, you don’t want your co-workers to think you flaunt your NHL player boyfriend to prove you’re better than them. They all love Kevin, and a couple of them congratulate him on last night’s goal as he follows you down the hall. A few of the newer hires stare in awe and shake his hand, completely blown away that one of Philadelphia’s biggest stars is asking how they like their jobs.
“Pretty soon they’re going to approach you to do PR for us,” you chuckle as you flip the light on and close the door of your office.
His laughter echoes off the walls as a pair of strong arms find a home around your waist. “It would be kind of fun to hear myself crush those radio commercials.”
“Since when do you listen to the radio?”
“Checkmate,” Kevin sighs, pulling you closer. He kisses you quickly, not wanting to give a show to anyone who could be walking past, but it still sends you reeling. You don’t want him to pull away and kiss him again.
You get your way for a few more moments and then Kevin’s leaving with a promise to not burn the house down and wishes for a good rest of the day. Focussed on giving the audit its final once-over you don’t bother pulling your phone from the drawer you had placed it in when you got to work that morning. You turn up the small radio at the corner of your desk and get to work scanning the document for errors. There’s a mistake halfway through that skews the rest of the data and fixing it takes a bit of time, but it isn’t a huge deal. You have nothing else to do except answer a few emails and organize meetings for after the weekend.
An hour or so later you’ve completed all your tasks and debate what to do. It’s too early to leave for the day, so you decide to kill time by checking your phone. You’re expecting a few notifications, perhaps two or three memes in the group chat you share with your friends, but not the hundreds that greet you.
The majority of them are instagram notifications, and assuming they’re just more fans requesting a follow you ignore them, instead heading to your text messages. There’s a picture from Kevin of a dog he found walking home and another from your mom asking why you haven’t called home in a few weeks. However the one from Claude’s wife is the one that piques your curiosity.
Just a heads up that someone posted a pic of you and Kev to one of those stupid wag pages. I filed a request for Instagram to take it down but it’s gotten a lot of traction. Sorry :((
Your heartbeat increases rapidly and a million thoughts fly through your head at a rapid speed. Fingers shaking, you respond with a thanks and open up the dreaded app. You don’t see it immediately, your feed being full of photos belonging to friends and family, but it’s in your messages almost two hundred times. Many of them have text attached and you know there will be a comment about your relationship regardless of which one you open.
Tapping on the most recent message you brace yourself for the worst. The new window opens a photo someone took of you and Kevin while eating lunch in the park across from your office not even three hours prior. It’s grainy and the camera angle is strange, but you’re eating and Kevin is looking somewhere out of frame. The accompanying caption reads Kev and his girlfriend out for lunch today! Follow @philllywagupdates for more :).
You let out a sigh of relief – it could have been a lot worse. Personal pictures of yourself have made it onto pages like that before and most of them they’re paired with mean-spirited captions about your appearance or other trivial matters. Assuming you’re in the clear, you head back to the page of the original message to thank the person for bringing the post to your attention. However, the message accompanying the post is anything but positive.
He can’t even fucking look at you. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves you
The blood in your veins runs cold. You know it’s not true – Kevin’s made it clear you’re the one and truthfully you’re just waiting for a ring – but it doesn’t stop the sting you feel. What could possess someone to say such horrible things? You decide not to respond despite, possibly opening another can of worms with the seen function, and close the app. Leaning back in your office chair you focus on anything but your phone, looking out the window at passersby while regaining your breath. It works for a while, but eventually not knowing what others said eats away at you. You go through every single message to see hundreds of similar comments to the first, with only a few saying they’re glad you’re happy or how posting the picture is a violation of your privacy.
By the time you’re finished your spirit has been crushed. However, it’s also an acceptable time to start the weekend – at least no one in the office will have to see you cry. Things are hastily packed into your bag and you wave a few quick goodbyes before once again taking the stairs. You curse yourself for deciding to walk to work that morning and set off in the direction of home wiping away tears. The last thing you need right now is for someone to recognize you, but you have to get home. Tobias Jesso Jr plays at much too loud a volume through your headphones and Kevin will most certainly remind you it’s bad for your hearing, but the melancholy piano riffs of Goon overpower the thoughts swirling around your head.
Do people really feel that way about me?
Are my friends just too nice to stop inviting me places?
Does Kevin really feel trapped?
Hundreds of similar sentiments and situations cross your mind as you stumble through the streets of downtown Philadelphia, but you force them as far back as possible before opening the door to the apartment you share with Kevin. Hoping to slip inside undetected, you take your shoes off slowly and throw your jacket on the end table instead of hanging it in the closet. Your plan fails somehow and Kevin hears you, greeting you in a goofy apron covered in flour.
“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles, but it drops once your eyes meet and he sees the hurt on your face. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing,” you insist, trying to step around him in pursuit of the bathroom.
Kevin doesn’t buy it and sees right through your feeble words. “It’s not nothing if you’re this upset. If you don’t want to talk now that’s fine, but I think you should get it off your chest.”
You know he’s right, but you also know you can’t tell him the true cause of your despair. “Just some work stuff,” you sigh. “The audit got all fucked up and I had to fix it even though it’s not my job.”
It’s not technically a lie, which makes you feel better, and Kevin buys it. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips in sympathy. “Go take a shower and the gnocchi should be ready by the time you’re done. We can spend the night cuddling on the couch.”
“And watching Selling Sunset?”
“We can watch whatever you want sweetheart,” he chuckles. You part from him with a final kiss and head to the bathroom. Hopefully the steam from the water will carry away the negativity brought on by that damn post.
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Time passes but the hateful comments on social media don’t stop. In fact, you’re pretty sure they get worse. It’s so bad that you’ve deleted every app except facebook because you need it for work. Kevin doesn’t notice your abstinence from social media, but he picks up on how you spend more time criticizing yourself or staring off into space. When he pushes you either brush him off or feed some bullshit excuse about how work is getting you down. You know he doesn’t believe you but trusts you enough to come to him when you’re ready to talk.
You aren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to tell Kevin what’s been going on. There’s been scrutiny from social media before, when you first started dating, but it quieted down after the initial media frenzy. He helped you through that but it’s different this time around. Never before have you had strangers tell you your life is worthless or that your boyfriend should end your relationship. Some of the other wags notice your absence on instagram but chalk it up to you just taking a break. They reach out via the group chat and send wishes to see you at the next home game. It’s nice to know they care, but the voice in your head that has grown much larger in recent weeks tells you they don’t truly mean it. This leads you to decline the invite as politely as possible, citing extended work hours for your absence. In reality you’re too anxious to be anywhere that isn’t home or work, petrified someone is going to post something that will add fuel to the flames of those who interrogate you.
It’s another Friday afternoon, and you’re leaving the office early once again. There’s a small craft exhibition taking place around the corner from work and today is the last day it’s open. You had been meaning to go all week, hoping to find something small to add to Kevin’s birthday gift. As you step out of the building there’s a small group of young women, who don’t look old enough to have graduated college, standing off to the side. It fills you with dread, worried that somehow someone found out where you work and the insults are going to start occurring verbally, but you force yourself to be rational. You work fairly close to one of the artsier districts in the city and it’s more than likely they just want to find a cute mural to take pictures in front of.
You pass by and swear you hear them snicker, but you remind yourself you’ve just been jumpy lately. When they peel from their place on the wall and follow behind at a distance you think the coincidences are running out. It seems a little too strange how their movements line up with yours, and you go down a few winding side streets in an attempt to lose them. Part of you feels ridiculous because what group of barely legal girls would track a full-blown adult around a city of nearly two million people, but your life is currently strange enough you can’t be sure. They don’t follow you, and by the time you reach the market your heart rate has returned to normal.
The first few stalls have little to catch your eye, but a few rows in you find a leatherworker who makes adorable wallets. Kevin’s is ridiculously old and falling apart at the seams – his mom bought it for him before the two of you got together. You think a new one will make a perfect addition to the concert tickets you already bought and browse the table for something simple and elegant. A deep brown one with tan braiding around the edges catches your eye and you know it’s the one for Kevin. Checking the price to make sure you have enough cash in your wallet, you approach the shop owner to purchase. The older man has a kind smile that reaches his eyes as he thanks you for purchasing from him.
“No, thank you for making something so beautiful!” you gush. “My boyfriend is going to love it.”
It’s then you hear it – snickering accompanied by the click of a camera. You look over your shoulder to see the same group of girls from before laughing as they huddle over a cell phone, no doubt already starting to broadcast the photo across the internet. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Those girls don’t deserve to see their mission accomplished, but the longer they laugh at you the harder it is to swallow your feelings.
Head held high, you thank the owner one more time before holding your head high and walking past the group. The only way out is past them so you hold your breath and pray they don’t notice you. Unfortunately you aren’t that lucky, and one of them looks up just as you come into earshot.
“If Kevin doesn’t leave you after that sorry excuse for a gift I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” she sneers.
Another one chimes in, “You’re honestly so pathetic.” They all cackle in amusement, and you speed up. The tears flow freely now, and you call an uber even though it will be a ridiculous amount of money. You just want to get home.
The uber driver doesn’t say anything when you get in, though you know it’s strange to be bawling your eyes out at four in the afternoon. You can’t help it – weeks of keeping all the hate to yourself finally got to you and being followed with the sole intent of ridicule is the final straw. At one red light he silently passes you a box of tissues, which you accept gratefully.
Luckily the lobby of your apartment complex is empty and you manage to get to your floor without encountering a familiar face. There’s a few hours until Kevin gets home from his final roadtrip of the season, and if you play your cards right you can get all the tears out and be as normal as possible before he comes through the door. You don’t even bother to put anything away, just head straight to the bathroom to slump against the tub. Sobs rack your body and you lose all sense of time. All you can feel is the hurt you’ve been holding in releasing itself and soaking the material of your blouse.
Kevin finds you laying in the position hours later. He tripped over your shoes coming in the door and immediately knew something was wrong – you always place them neatly on the rack in the closet upon arriving home. Peering through the quiet house for a hint at where you are, he sees the bathroom light on and makes a beeline for the room. It breaks his heart to see you like this, and even more so because he doesn’t know what spurred it on.
“Sweetheart, hey,” he coos, maneuvering his body to sit beside you and pull you into his lap. “What’s the matter?”
You bury your head in his shoulder and clutch the material of his dress shirt as you cry harder at the sound of his voice. Kevin takes your reaction in stride, rubbing circles on your back and working on evening out your breath. He doesn’t pressure you to speak and provides the stability you desperately crave as the world around you spins. An unknown amount of time passes before your tears run out, but spend it all on the bathroom floor curled into Kevin.
“I guess I should have told you sooner,” you mumble, “But I didn’t want to bother you.”
Concern laces Kevin’s features and his eyebrows knit together. “Tell me what?”
“I, uh, have been the subject of some internet hate for the past little bit,” you say sheepishly. It feels stupid to not have told him now, but you can’t change that. “But you were really busy with the season and I wanted to make sure your head was completely focused on the game so I just dealt with it myself. I deleted the apps and tried my best to go about my life. And then today after work I was followed by some people and they said some really hurtful stuff and shit became a little too real.”
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
It’s your turn to be confused. “Why are you sorry Kev? You're Not the one sending me death threats.”
He tucks a loose strand of hair back into your ponytail. “Maybe not, but I still made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about what was going on. What kind of partner am I?”
“The best one,” you say confidently. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I just want to forget about it right now. Can we just disappear for a little bit?”
Kevin wraps his arms around you tighter, as if he can engulf you to protect from the cruel outside world. “We can do whatever you want. If you want to get out of the city for a bit if you want, or just spend the next few days here away from prying eyes.”
“I love you.”
You say it because you mean it, and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. Kevin is incredibly easy to love, even when you make it difficult for him to love you back. You know another much longer conversation is coming about everything that has happened recently because communication is the only way to solve problems and Kevin deserves that, but you’re thankful he’s willing to put it to rest for a few more moments.
He cracks a smile for the first time since he’s been home and kisses the crown of your head. “I love you too sweetheart,” he whispers, “Always and forever.”
Things are far from over and though you still never want to show your face in public ever again, you know that Kevin is going to do whatever he can to make things better and that’s enough for you.
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supernova, m | kth
pairing(s): taehyung x reader, mentions of seokjin x reader
summary: Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars aren’t meant to collide, right?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (m-receiving oral, nipple play, fingering); non-idol!AU; supposed to be crack but, uh, I failed; yes there is a reference to that confused-lady-doing-math meme lol
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You were having the stupidest argument of your life with your best friend.
“Obviously I know how to suck dick!”
Kim Taehyung nearly spit his soda everywhere.
“How the fuck,” he sputtered, coughing. “Would you ever know how to suck dick?”
You rolled your eyes. “Duh, I learned, of course.”
Taehyung raised his eyebrows so high that they disappeared into his dark brown bangs. “From who? You kind of need a boyfriend to suck dick.”
“No, you don’t,” you retorted.
Taehyung blinked at you. “I can’t imagine who would let you within ten feet of their dick.”
You threw a pillow at his face. He punched it away as you fumed. “If you must know, I’ve been told I’m good at it.”
Taehyung snorted. He placed his soda farther away from you, afraid it was going to be spilled. “By who? Your delusions?”
“Wow, Tae, seriously?” You puffed your cheeks, glaring at him. “You’re being so mean about this. Don’t pretend you have any experience at all.”
Taehyung frowned at you. “I’ve had experience. What makes you think I haven’t?”
You made a face. “You literally only spend your time at my place or at Jimin’s and you definitely aren’t getting your dick sucked here.” You placed a hand over your eyes, scooting away. “I guess you guys are closer than I thought.”
Now Taehyung picked up the pillow and threw it at you. It bounced off your head.
“Jimin doesn’t suck my dick.”
“I mean, you literally just implied–”
Taehyung pushed you into the plushies on your bed, planting a cat one on your head. “Dumbass, I’ve obviously had other opportunities. I’m not a hermit like you.” He pelted you with a Shiba Inu plush as you struggled. “I actually go outside and socialize.”
You glared at him. “I socialize.”
“You play online games all day,” Taehyung shot back, getting off you. “That’s not socializing.”
“Seokjin-oppa comes over,” you muttered, slinging a turtle at him.
Taehyung caught it in the air. He gave you an odd look. You raised your eyebrows back at him. He slowly lowered his hand, narrowing his eyes.
“You can’t be serious.”
“What?”
“I will call him right now,” Taehyung announced, pulling out his phone.
“No, you will not!” you roared, throwing yourself at him and knocking the phone out of his hand. It bounced on your lavender duvet. You planted your hand on it, halfway in Taehyung’s lap. “Ha!” Your other hand was on Taehyung’s thigh. You felt…
Something.
“What is that.” It wasn’t a question. The words just came out of your mouth automatically.
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow at you. “Wouldn’t you know since you have so much experience with the dick of Kim Seok–”
“Do not say it, Kim Taehyung,” you hissed, prodding him in the chest. “I will shut you up permanently. Also,” you added, hand still on his phone. “You shouldn’t be hard.”
Taehyung snorted. “You’re literally going on and on about sucking dick. Of course, I’m hard, you idiot.”
You pointed a finger at him. “It is not appropriate to get hard in front of your female best friend.”
“It is literally appropriate to get hard when you’re next to someone you think is hot and said person is suggesting they can suck pretty good dick.”
“It is absolutely no–” You cut yourself off this time. “Hold up. What did you just say?”
Taehyung’s deep voice seemed to get even deeper.
“I said, if you can actually suck dick, fucking prove it.”
You pulled your hand back, narrowing your eyes. “That’s not what you said.”
“I’m quite sure of what I said.” His expression was completely blank. The harsh overhead lighting of your bedroom seemed to make his dark eyes even darker.
You pointed an ice cream plush at him. “You also said you can’t imagine who would let me within ten feet of their dick.”
“I mean, I can’t imagine,” he said, shrugging. “But I know who would.”
This did not add up. You sat there, trying to do the math to see if it checked out. Which trigonometry equation would it be? Or algebra? An integral, maybe? Kim Taehyung wasn’t making any sense. He sat there, legs spread, obvious tent in his gray sweatpants, brown t-shirt barely covering it. But… why though? In all the years you’ve known him, Taehyung had never, ever asked to be more than friends. Never. In fact, he teased you all the time about how you never had a boyfriend.
You narrowed your eyes at him.
“You’re acting sus.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Are you smooth-brained or what?”
You held your hands up, backing away from him. “All I’m saying is, you’re contradicting yourself.”
Taehyung let out a puff of annoyed air. “I can’t believe you would pick Seokjin-hyung over me.”
You got off the bed to walk over to his soda to drink the rest of it. “He’s good-looking,” you said absentmindedly. “Not that anything specific happened between us or anything.”
“Stop pretending you didn’t fuck him.”
You nearly spit out the soda, coughing. “I only might have suc–”
His eyebrows raised.
“You know what, I don’t have to talk about it. I don’t.”
Taehyung’s mouth thinned to a line. “I’m way more handsome than he is.”
You put the cup down, wondering why you even bothered to drink the rest of that. It was already flat anyway with how heated this conversation was.
“You are handsome, Tae. I just assumed you didn’t want me asking you weird questions like, can I suck your dick?” You shrugged. “Because that would probably make you uncomfortable.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung muttered. “Because I’m clearly comfortable right now with a raging hard-on and you admitting you sucked hyung’s dick.”
You chopped your hands in the air helplessly. “Look, you asked! I answered! What do you want, an apology?”
“An apology of you sucking my dick, yeah.”
You froze. Did he just–? It was the most childish thing you ever heard. Taehyung tucked his tongue in his cheek and glared at you. You were best friends. Best friends! Best friends don’t do that kind of stuff (right?). Best friends don’t think about each other like that (… right?). And you, well, the thing between Seokjin just sort of… happened. And maybe you had exaggerated a little. You weren’t as experienced as Taehyung. Even though you made fun of him, you knew Taehyung had more sexual encounters than you.
The girls around you always ended up gossiping about it.
You really were a hermit – you stayed home and played games, listening to music in your room. There weren’t any chances to do anything with anyone except for the few friends who visited you. And Seokjin was nice, patient. Just as nervous as you, afraid to make it too, er, overwhelming.
“Why… why are you mad?”
Taehyung looked down at the floor, sighing. “I don’t know.” He tilted his head, frowning. “It just pissed me off that you don’t trust me with something as important as that.”
“That’s not…” You paused, fiddling with the bottom of your purple pajama shirt. “If things got weird and Seokjin wasn’t my friend anymore, I would be sad.” His brown eyes slowly found yours as you spoke. “But… if you weren’t my friend anymore…”
You rubbed the back of your neck, not quite looking at him.
“I would be broken.”
He looked away from you too, to the fallen cat plush on the ground.
You chuckled nervously, sighing. “I don’t know if it would work. And I don’t want to ruin something that is already great with something that is just… my lack of confidence in being as cool as you.”
Taehyung placed a hand on his heart and winced. “Cheesy.”
You twitched and picked up the cat plush, chucking it at him. It bounced off his head, making his hair fly everywhere. He didn’t move, staring at you. You hesitated. Ah, you shouldn’t have said anything at all. It should have just stayed a secret between you and Seokjin. But you always ended up telling Taehyung everything, one way or another.
Taehyung patted the spot next to him. You carefully walked over, measuring a very deliberate space between you two before sitting down. He exhaled slowly, nodding to himself.
“You wanna just kiss and see if it’s weird?” he asked suddenly.
“It’s gonna be weird, Tae,” you laughed nervously. “This whole conversation is weird.”
“Hm.” Slowly, slowly, he leaned over and placed his head on your shoulder. You didn’t move away, continuing to stare at your hands. “Eh. It’s fine if it’s weird, I think. All relationships start off weird.”
You snorted. “I don’t think any relationship starts off weirder than you figuring out I blew one of your friends, then getting mad about it, and somehow we–”
He cut you off because he kissed you.
His lips on yours, sweet like cola, that familiar scent you could always associate with him. The scent that lingered on your pillows after he left, the scent that clung to you after the two of you shared a bed, completely platonically. You always thought falling asleep next to Taehyung was comparable to two stars beside each other in the sky, impossibly far away despite being the closest objects in space together.
Nice to sparkle together, but impossible to be together.
Stars colliding made a supernova, which was amazing, but then collapse into a black hole – the part that worried you the most.
And yet.
You pressed back against him, breathing him in. Your hand came up and held the back of his head, not wanting it to end, his soft lips against yours, not even a hint of messy tongue or anything crazy, just his taste. Taehyung mouthed inaudible words against your lips and you pulled back a little, not even realizing how breathless you were.
“Is it…” he muttered, voice so deep it felt like your heart was vibrating. “Weird?”
You nodded. “Yeah.” You chuckled, looking down at your lap. “That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“Ah.” He didn’t move away from you. “Want to do it again?”
Even if it all eventually collapsed into a black hole… What if I live like that? You looked up, right into Kim Taehyung’s eyes, your best friend in the whole world and, even now, you didn’t know if it was going to work out, but, maybe in the off-chance, in the impossible, improbable probability that it did…
You leaned over and kissed him, arm around his neck, pushing him down onto your bed. He smiled into your kiss, his larger hands travelling up to your waist to hold you. Your eyes opened a little, just to see his dark brown hair against your sheets, his tan skin against the lavender color. Lashes so long and dark they made you jealous. He was usually on your bed, but this time was different. This time, he was in your arms like a lover, pulled into your gravity. You softly moaned into his mouth and his tongue slid between your lips, rubbing against yours. You played with it, sucking on it. He moaned back, grip on your waist tightening.
“Tae…”
You breathed against his lips, not wanting to back away too far. He opened his eyes, so heavy with lust you almost forgot what you were going to ask.
“I need you to move up a little,” you said apologetically. “I, uh, I don’t…”
Taehyung laughed. “Sure.”
You didn’t know how to tell him that you basically only learned how to suck dick when the guy lying down. But he didn’t ask, simply scooting up the bed before reaching for you and placing you on top of him. Normally, you scolded him for laying on your plushies, but at this point your mind was somewhere else.
“Better?” he purred, kissing your forehead.
“Y-yeah.” You got onto your hands and knees, nervousness flooding through you. Taehyung reached for your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. You blinked at him.
“You don’t actually have to suck my dick,” Taehyung chuckled. “I mean, if you don’t want to.”
You gave him a confused look. “Isn’t that why you were annoyed in the first place?”
Taehyung puffed his cheeks. “I was annoyed because you fucking sucked Seo–”
You slapped a hand over his mouth. “Not the time.”
He rolled his eyes at you. You kept your hand on his mouth as you slid down, glaring at him until you had to let go to get into position. He watched you with a raised brow. He balanced on his elbows, amused.
“Stop judging me.”
Taehyung grinned. “I’m not judging. Just viewing technique.”
You frowned and pushed his t-shirt out of the way.
“I can take it off.”
“Let me concentrate, you fool.”
Taehyung finally shut up. You kept telling yourself to just take off his pants. It was not that weird. It wasn’t like you hadn’t walked in on him changing before. But you had never seen Taehyung naked and, obviously, had never seen his cock. The tent in front of you was not as big as it was before, but all the girls ever talked about was…
You heard your name being called. You snapped your head up.
“You okay?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head at you.
“Y-yeah.”
“Sounding really confident there.”
You clicked your tongue. “Hmph.”
And you hooked your fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled down. Taehyung lifted his hips to help you and you were nearly smacked in the face with his cock.
“The fuck, Kim Taehyung?” Your eyes went wide as you bunched his pants around his knees. “The FUCK? Kim Taehyung?!”
Taehyung laughed. “What?”
“What?” you echoed, indignant. “Excuse me, sir, you tried to take out my eye with your dick and–” You pointed accusingly at his cock. “Um?”
“That’s not fully hard yet, yeah.”
Alright, it wasn’t like he was some Dragon Dildo cock but, still. You had a pretty small mouth (at least that’s what your dentist told you before he removed all four wisdom teeth, sigh). Taehyung rubbed his chin, sticking his tongue in his cheek.
“That’s why I said you don’t have to do it.”
You stiffened. “I mean… I can do it. I-it’s not like I can’t or anything.”
Taehyung shrugged. “Just don’t bite me.”
“Why the fuck would I bite you?”
“I’m just saying that’s not my kind of kink.”
“Just… shut up for a second.”
You furrowed your brow. It felt strange remembering Seokjin’s words to you now, but those were the only ones you knew. He told you to be gentle at first. You leaned forward, kissing the head softly. It felt warm and velvety against your lips. Just kisses, all up and down the length. You licked Taehyung’s balls lightly, using your hand to hold his cock out of the way. Taehyung’s eyes went wide as you ran your tongue over his balls, softly taking one in your mouth, bouncing it on your tongue.
“A-ah…”
You wrapped your hand around him to hold him in place, swirling your tongue around and around. You looked up at Taehyung. His eyelids were fluttering, groaning as you switched sides.
“F-fuck, normally they just go straight for the dick…”
You pressed your tongue flat and molded him to the crevices of your mouth, making him gasp and grab the sheets as you sucked hard. He made eye contact with you. Lips soft, mouth tight. Plenty of saliva. Slow, slow, popping your lips off.
“Just that was pretty impressive,” Taehyung panted, pulling his shirt up higher. You swallowed, inhaling sharply as you saw more of his torso. His skin was a lovely tan that accented his muscles and his cute bellybutton. You shook your head slightly, trying not to get distracted.
You pressed your lips just under the head, a soft chaste kiss. Your tongue slid out, running over the sensitive skin, saliva dripping down his cock as you looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, moaning hotly.
Seokjin didn’t teach you to do that. You were just enamored with Taehyung’s cock almost in your mouth.
Taehyung breathed your name, low and sensual.
You took him in your mouth, slowly, lifting and lowering your head as you went, lapping against the underside. Fit only what you’re comfortable with. Don’t stress about getting it all in. Lips loose, inside of the mouth tight. You went straight down, using gravity to your advantage. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was getting there, swelling in your mouth as you begun your pace, using his hips as leverage to hold yourself up.
“Right there.”
You paused, repeating your last movement. Rubbing your tongue against the bottom of the head, pressing his cock against the roof of your mouth. Taehyung’s voice was breathy, almost pleading.
“Down.”
You did so, keeping your tongue in place as you slide down, the head against the soft upper part of your throat. Taehyung moaned deliciously, hissing softly.
“F-fuck, that’s so good.”
You repeated the movement, bobbing your head up and down. Slow at first, but building up, gaining confidence. Spit slid down the length, pooling onto his balls.
“Ugh,” Taehyung grunted, clenching the sheets. “Your mouth is soft, but tight. Such a perfect combination.”
You couldn’t exactly respond. He wasn’t fully in your mouth, but you only focused on speed and precision of your pressure, making sure to squeeze the head as it pressed against your lips. You shifted, moving one of your hands to cup his balls, smearing the wetness everywhere. He sucked in a breath, setting his jaw.
“A-ack…”
You decided to try it. A moment of pause and then a slow, slow descent, all the way down. Relax your throat. Front tight, back loose to prevent yourself from gagging. The head hit the back of your throat and your heart jumped. Just a little more. Control. A little lower and your felt your throat tighten around the head. Oh fuck. You couldn’t breathe. But Taehyung was moaning your name so wantonly that you nearly forgot you were almost choking on his dick. You can do it. Slight, sharp ruts of your throat on the tip itself, making Taehyung jerk his head back and cry out in ecstasy.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, gasping down at you. “You have it all in your mouth.”
He sounded very impressed. You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, and winked at him. He laughed, shaking his head at you.
You had to pull back a little, conscious of your breathing as you regained sweet oxygen. You didn’t want to sound like you were dying, after all. Taehyung was about to say something, but you started up your fastest pace yet, bouncing up and down, not looking at him as you focused completely on your pressure control.
“A-ah, shit!”
You used both hands to hold yourself up as you bobbed, hyper focused on giving him a raw, wet, tight hole to slide into. For you, this was the easiest because gravity did half the work for you, adding to the speed and cutting half of the stress on your neck, which was occupied with ramming the head down your throat as you tightened your muscles even more, fingertips digging into his skin. You could taste it, the pre-cum leaking into your mouth. Those pathetic, muffled whimpers couldn’t be you, right? You flicked your eyes up to him. Taehyung was watching you, panting hard, pupils blown so wide that his doe eyes looked even bigger.
“Damn, you’re even hotter than I thought,” he choked out, groaning sharply. “I’m close, I don’t know if you want to swallow–”
You dug your nails into his hips, moving even faster, desperate for him to cum in your mouth. He whimpered himself, leaning his head back as a low moan tore from his throat, your name falling out so sweetly and deeply that you felt it in your soul as he came in your mouth, flooding it. You pulled back a little to give it space to collect as you swallowed, his cock jerking in your mouth. Three gulps and there was still a little left. You swept it with your tongue and Taehyung shivered under you as you swallowed that too, lingering. Your tongue gently coated him. You pulled back, centimeter by slow centimeter, teasing the tip with the end of your tongue. Taehyung whispered at the sensitivity, but you pressed your lips against the head, soft pressure at the very end until the tip popped out.
“Could you just…” Taehyung panted, one eye closing as he struggled to catch his breath. “Not be good at that?”
You grinned, straightening. “Oh? I did good?”
Taehyung gritted his teeth. “I have never thought a blowjob could be comparable to pussy until just now, holy fuck.”
You rubbed your jaw in a startlingly similar manner to his habit. “Think I’m gonna be sore.”
Taehyung gestured down to his cock, who was rapidly falling asleep. “You killed him. How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you now?”
You shrugged. “I like other things too.”
“I’m listening.”
You scratched your head. Shit. You haven’t actually expected Taehyung to want to reciprocate. It wasn’t that what you wanted was strange, but it felt embarrassing to ask him, because it was something you learned about yourself with someone else. Taehyung’s eyes were boring holes into you. He was silently commanding you to tell him right now or else.
“I have to make you cum,” he said softly. “Tell me how.”
A shiver ran through you. Your eyes shifted down to his hands and he lifted them from the bed, observing you curiously. His lips curled into a wide smirk. You glared at him and pulled your pajama shirt over your head so you didn’t have to look at his smug face. You straddled his legs, pulling yourself up to him. You were still wearing your underwear. You reached into the cups of your bra and pulled your breasts out right in front of his face. The bra still on your body pushed them together so your nipples stuck straight out. Taehyung licked his lips.
“A meal? For me?”
You puffed your cheeks and took the back of his head, pushing him towards your nipple.
“Lick.”
His brown orbs became mischievous. His pink tongue darted out, flicking your nipple. You sucked in a breath and grabbed one of his hands, pressing his middle finger on your other nipple, rubbing it in slow circles. Taehyung got the hint, licking one of your nipples as he played with the other with his fingers.
“Pinching?” he mumbled.
“Y-yeah…”
He pinched you lightly. You yelped, fingers tangling in his hair. Lightly constrained in your clothes, your nipples being played with. One more step. You reached down for his free hand and dragged it up your thigh, moaning as his knuckle brushed against your soaking wetness.
“Ah,” he purred, vibrating your nipple with his voice. “You like a triple assault.”
“Tae, just fucking finger me.”
He chuckled deeply, rubbing you though your panties. They sank into your folds. Your clit throbbed with need, desperate for attention as he rubbed the slopping wet fabric against it.
“I will,” he drawled, staring up at you. He rubbed harder, keeping pace with your nipple. “How many?”
“I-I don’t think you can fit more than two,” you gasped, grinding against his hand.
“Okay,” he purred, hooking a finger around your panties. Strings of your juices clung to his hand as he pulled the fabric to the side. “One first.”
You felt him slowly slide his finger into you, his lips pressed against your nipple as he did so, his eyes closing. Your breathing became shallow, pleasure snaking upwards.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” Taehyung breathed, licking your nipple in between his words. “So fucking wet.”
You clutched his head tighter as he pushed in and out of you, curling it slightly. You chopped his neck feebly.
“N-no, straight.”
Taehyung raised his eyebrows, but complied, straightening his finger and thrusting it into you. Oh, yes. You clenched around him, shoving your tits into his face as you wiggled your hips on his hand.
“Need m-more, Tae…”
He rolled his tongue around your nipple and sucked it hard, shoving another finger into you at the same time, making your cry out and squirm. You gripped the hand on your nipple, encouraging him.
“I got you, love.”
Your heart skipped two beats. And then he began to really finger-fuck you, driving them into you hard and fast, pinching your nipple and sucking on the other. Pleasure shot throughout your entire being, so drunk with lust that you leaned into it, spreading your legs to give Taehyung more space to move his arm, fuck you harder.
“Taehyung, oh, fuck, Tae...”
You felt eyes on you and you looked down, seeing Taehyung’s sharp brown orbs watching you, brows furrowed as you bucked on his hand, detaching his mouth as he whispers hotly into your chest.
“Fuck, I want to fuck your pussy so fucking bad,” he growled.
His eyes were so dark that you felt like you were falling into space, into his gravity, trapped. He pounded you his fingers into you harder, pinching and twisting your nipple. You were ready to fall apart, gasping and moaning so much that your throat was dry.
“Can you take one more?”
“I-I don’t know…” you whimpered. “So f-full…”
He chuckled. “I have a big dick, remember?”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip. “O-okay, do it.”
Slow, slow. His third finger buried itself into you and you squeezed your eyes shut, gasping as you felt him began pace again. Your nipples were extra sensitive now, making your body shiver as he touched them again. Just a little more…
“Tae,” you gasped, “Go as hard and fast as you can.”
“You sure?” Even just the feeling of his lips brushing against your nipple had you trembling.
“Yes, do it.”
He wrapped his lips around your nipple before ramming his fingers into you, tearing a plea of his name from your throat as he fingered you roughly, almost like a fucking vibrator. Oh, fuck. If Seokjin was in the back of your mind, he quickly vanished as Taehyung pounded you, forcing you to take it all, spreading you out as you saw stars in your peripheral vision. He didn’t hold back and you didn’t want him to, squeezing his fingers as they entered you, pressing his head down on your breasts. Everything tightened inside you, so close to the edge that you could smell your juices dripping onto his lap.
“Tae, fuck, I’m so fucking close, a-ah…”
He sucked on your nipple, hard, pinching and twisting the other and it pushed you over, crying out as everything snapped suddenly, pleasure racking through your entire body as your pussy throbbed around his hand. You nearly sank down, Taehyung’s hands the only things keeping you up as you buried your face in his hair, gasping for air.
“Careful,” Taehyung murmured, pulling his fingers out, sticky and covered in your juices. He looked at his fingers for a moment before shoving them in his mouth.
“T-Tae!”
He made eye contact with you as he licked them off slowly and purposefully, moaning lustfully around them. Your pussy throbbed with need at the sight of his pink tongue slurping up the glistening liquid.
“Mmm, delicious.”
You felt your ears turn red and you climbed off him, righting your underwear before flopping onto the bed. Taehyung laid down next to you, pulling up his pants.
“Give me a couple hours and I’ll rail you with my dick.”
“Wow, that’s so romantic.”
Then came the awkward moment. The one where you stared at your pillows and squashed plushies, realizing what you had just done, realizing that you couldn’t turn back now. The stars had collided. Now what? The black hole? You didn’t look at Taehyung. You couldn’t.
He said you name, softly.
“Yeah?”
“I wasn’t being serious. You’re a virgin, right?”
You shifted your eyes. “Erm…”
“Ah.”
Silence.
“I’m gonna kill Seokjin-hyung.”
“No, Tae–”
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