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Needy | jjk oneshot
♡ summary: your boyfriend often helps you set up for your weekly girls' night...what happens when he gets needy for you only 15 minutes before your girl friends arrive?
♡ pairing: boyfriend!jungkook, dom!jk.
♡ genre: smut, smut, aaaand- you guessed it- smut!
♡ warnings: pure filth, pwp, oral (f receiving), he eats her out, he fucks her from behind, overstimulation, squirting, choking, praise, begging, uh what else- spanking, dirty talk, cursing, creampie, raw sex, penetration, he's basically obsessed with her ass.
♡ WC: 3.2K.
♡ a/n: this is my first time experimenting with smut, so bear with me. please please please never hesitate to share your thoughts about my works with me, constructive criticism is very appreciated, since it helps me write better, and especially if what im writing is for you to read- it would help me to know what you think!
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you place your hands on your hips and settle your gaze on the scene before you.
at least fifty fluffy pillows are thrown all over fuzzy bean bags that occupy the whole space in the livingroom- save for the couch that sits in the middle, faced with the TV.
you're already in your silk PJs, a silk set of shorts- that are above thigh- and a shirt. drinks, beers, and shot glasses are neatly positioned on the table, along with millions of other snacks scattered all over the place.
Jungkook usually prepares the food and snacks like popcorn, chips, and natchos while you take care of the setup with the pillows, beanbags, and blankets.
it's fifty fifty.
every saturday night, jiho and yejun- your girlfriends- get dropped off at yours for a disastrous girl's night where drinks are exchanged and secrets are spilled.
in the meantime, jungkook heads out of the apartment and to his mates'- yoongi and taehyung, respectively jiho and yejun's boyfriends- for what he calls a "mature hangout" which is anything but.
you know for a fact they play video games and gossip about all three of their girlfriends.
speaking of your boyfriend, he waltzes into the living room, two bowls of popcorn stacked on top of each other in one hand and a plate of nachos in the other.
he sets them down on the table and turns to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him rather abruptly.
you squeal, laughing when he wiggles his brows at you playfully before nuzzling his nose with yours.
you wrap your hands around his neck, putting your forehead to his.
soft locks of his hair meet your fingertips in a familiar caress, used to your touch.
your nails gently stroke Jungkook's scalp as he hums in satisfaction, his eyes shutting closed as he relishes your proximity.
"thank you."
"I already told you before, you dont need to thank me, sweetheart."
"i do, though."
"but i dont even do much."
"you do more than enough."
"it's the bare minimum. i wish i could offer more."
"shut up and accept my thanks, dumbass."
he chuckles and you pull away.
seconds later, you find yourself away from Jungkook's arms and frowning at the table, leaning down to fix the placement of the bowls Jungkook had just brought in.
"Kook! You got them wrong again! i always tell you, popcorn, natchos, popco-"
you feel a sharp slap on your ass, followed by a hushed curse.
"fuck."
you straighten, your jaw almost hitting the floor.
you were leaning down wearing short shorts, not paying attention of the possibility of flashing Jungkook. Your ass must've been on full display- scratch that- it was.
turning around, you take in the intensity of his gaze.
the earlier playfulness is long gone, replaced with cloudy chocolate eyes, hooded with something you were always able to identify- lust.
"did you just-"
he pulls you by the waist, catching you by surprise, yet again.
he looks at you in a way that quite literally has you melting, but you cant deny, youve never been wetter.
you can feel your arousal through your panties, only resulting from the mini spank delivered mere seconds ago.
"you're sexy in silk." his husky voice travels over your senses and sends them into overdrive.
just when you thought the situation couldnt get any hotter, his palms trace from your waist down to your ass.
he palms the soft tissue before squeezing it, hard.
your eyes shut immediately as you bite your lip.
his hand retracts only to land on your ass shortly after, sending a jolt of pain through your being and setting you alight with pleasure.
you gasp, incapable of making any other sound.
"bend over."
"w-what- right now?!"
"dont let me repeat myself, Y/N."
"but the girls will be here in fifteen minutes!"
"fifteen minutes is more than enough for me to make you cum more than twice."
more than twice?
dont mind if i do.
the pool of heat in your lower belly grows hotter under his gaze.
this man must be insane.
"go on." he steps away, willing you to get into the position.
you comply, bending over the armrest of the couch and stabilizing yourself on your palms.
"are you sure this is a good idea-" another spark of pain, from your ass cheek aiming to your pussy.
fuck.
you're silenced by the spank, and so, you dont say anything else. you just let the man behind you do his thing. not that you mind...
you can feel his presence behind you, and you're almost begging him to touch you until he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and tugs them down.
"i love your ass so fucking much." ...and another spank.
his words leave you breathless. you always knew how talented jungkook was with using his mouth, and he proves you right when he moves the string of the thong you're wearing to the side. he latches his mouth onto your pussy, eliciting a loud exhale from you.
you were never the type to scream your lungs out at the lightest touch, but you're also not hard to please, either.
at first, he works with a few nibbles and sucks on your opening, groaning into your entrance approvingly. he only gets a few gasps from you in return.
his hands are planted on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he dives in even deeper.
he surprises you when he pulls away, making you whine in protest but before you can straighten-
"don't move." he says from between your legs. "spread your legs wider for me, baby."
holy shit, this man is going to be the absolute death of you.
you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing at the dirty words, and you grow more achingly weak by the second.
when you do spread your legs, his tongue licks at you, but from a different angle. he switched his position so his butt is sitting on the ground beneath you, his back pressed to the couch. he grabs your hips and pulls you down to him, licking up your arousal from clit to opening then back again.
"so wet. for me?"
you hum in agreement.
it's true.
all for him.
he's no longer testing the waters, taking your clit in his mouth.
he sucks on it, causing you to moan.
you shamelessly moan at the action, but then he adds a finger.
and after he adds another finger, he moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through your body and fogging up your brain.
your mind is clouded, only focusing on the man between your legs, eating your pussy out like a hungered man.
he moves his fingers, slowly at first. you relish the delicious stretch his long fingers offer, moaning in appreciation.
it starts slow, but then his pace grows faster, snatching your breath away with it.
he's still nibbling on your clit, making your head swim.
your moans grow louder when he hits a spot with his fingers, and your mouth hangs open at the sensation.
"think you can handle another finger?" he rasps beneath you.
"please." a husky, breathless plea is all you can muster in this situation.
"please what?" he demands.
he adds another finger, making you take all three at once. he rubs your clit with his thumb, and all your thoughts are thrown out the window. you simply cant think.
his hand makes harsh contact with your ass cheek in a rough slap, doing an amazing job is heightening your pleasure.
"answer the question, y/n." his tone is dark, commanding you to reply, but you simply cant.
"oh, god!" you let out a high pitched moan when he curls all three of his fingers, knowing how to push all your buttons.
he knows. he's mapped out every inch by inch of your body, so you wouldnt be surprised if he reached certain spots even you wouldnt be able to reach.
you know that because you've tested that theory for yourself.
and you were right.
the man is a god at giving mind-blowing orgasms.
"beg for it." is all he says before he goes knuckles deep into you, basically abusing your hole. but it feels too good for you to argue, not that you want to.
he latches back on to your clit, and his fingers remain unrelenting at a fast speed.
"please, please, please!" you chant in a desperate moan for a release.
"Kook!" and right then and there, your orgasm hits you like a train and you tense. the euphoria is injected into your veins, mind-numbing you.
"that's it, baby." Jungkook coaxes you through it, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. he laps up your arousal, not wasting a single drop.
"you taste divine."
you just came, but now you want more.
Jungkook stands, leaning down to get ahold of you. you were hit with such a strong orgasm that you slumped forward in the midst of it, face planting on the couch like jello.
he hugs you from behind and you arch into him, feeling his erection.
he holds your body with one hand, grabbing your jaw and turning your face to him with the other.
you plant your lips onto his own soft ones, humming in contentment.
"thank you."
"we're no where near done for you to thank me, sweetheart."
you wouldnt come out alive.
"one more wouldnt hurt, right?" you say as if you're trying to convince yourself, aiming the words at you more than him.
he laughs, a deep rumble erupting from his chest. "we'll see."
what in bloody hell is that supposed to mean?!
the hand once holding your jaw now slithered down to your neck, claiming you as his. he pushes your hair to the side, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to place a few kisses there.
he takes your shirt off, your bra going right after as you're left naked for him to play with you.
he chokes you lightly, inhaling your scent as the other hand travels down to cup your pussy.
you're left breathless, even more so when he pinches your clit.
"who does this belong to?" he rasps into your ear, the sound so sexy it sends jolts of arousal through your spine, pooling down to wet slick between your legs.
"you." you mumble under your breath.
he slaps your pussy and you moan, arching your back and grinding back onto him.
"louder."
"you!" you desperately grind on his hand, only for a bit of friction.
"that's right." he snuggles into your shoulder, hand still on your neck as the other teases your entrance. "good girl."
your hands are clutching onto the arm rest for dear life, growing weak. your schest in heaving, and you might explode from all the hormones you're feeling right now.
Jungkook lets go of you, and you hear sounds of clothes shuffling which makes you look over your shoulder to meet his eyes just as he's unbuckling his belt, shirt off, chains on.
you're salivating.
"like what you see?"
he knows he's hot. smug bastard.
you only spread your legs wider as a response, putting your wet entrance on full display only for him to see.
you see him curse under his breath before he crosses the distance between you in a few strides, grabbing you by the neck to kiss you.
his tongue delves into your mouth, roaming, exploring, and dominating all it wants.
again, not that you mind.
seeing no reason in dragging this out any longer, the head of jungkook's cock nudges against your entrance, having you weak at the knees.
you moan into his mouth and he smiles into the kiss, always loving how responsive you are to his actions.
he pins one of his hands down on your hips, keeping you in place as he holds his cock with the other.
he guides it to your pussy, gliding it up and down your slick, causing your knees to waves everytime he nudges it with your clit.
"you ready for me?"
"please." is not even a coherent answer to his question, and he knows that because he chuckles at your neediness.
it started out with him convincing you to fuck him because of his neediness, and here you are now, begging for his cock.
he enters you with just the tip, testing the waters at first.
this isnt the first time you've had sex with jungkook. it's just that he needs to give you time every time because you just never got used to his size.
hes just so fucking big.
he enters you with another inch, then one after another until he bottoms out.
he groans at your warmth and your mouth hangs open at both the sound and the stretch.
"so fucking tight. all for me."
"all for you." you dont recognize your voice. all out of breath and high pitched, but jungkook loves it. he loves to hear you moan and writhe beneath him.
he stays there for a couple of seconds, letting you accommodate to his length.
he leans forward to take your tits in his hand, rolling the pebbled peaks between his thumb and index which makes your breath hitch. he toys with your breasts, kissing your shoulder from behind as he begins to move.
"mmm, fuck." is all he says before he moves his hips, gently. he knows when to be rough when it comes to sex, which causes him to speed up when all you do is breathe loudly.
it's like he has it as his mission to make you moan for him. for his ego.
and you do, because one minute, jungkook is being all lovey-dovey and slow with you, and the other, his hips are snapping into your at an incredibly high speed.
he leans back and grabs you by the hips, only to ball your hair into his fist and tug on it harshly. your hands are back on the armrest, desperately holding on.
he's fucking you relentlessly, groaning deeply at your tightness when you clench harder around him.
his groans are answered with high moans and pleas, and Jungkook speaks, his voice so full of restraint.
"look in front of you, y/n." and that's when you realize that you can see your reflection in the window.
you can see how Jungkook is manhandling you and take you from behind, and that does nothing but push you even closer to your climax.
"Jungkook!"
"can you see it?" he rasps out breathlessly. "can you see how well you take my cock, baby?"
"fuck!" there goes the second orgasm.
"cum for me." it barrels down on you and weighs you down even more than the first, tiring you out.
Jungkook's hand leaves your hair and grabs you by the neck, pulling you even more back to him and arching your back.
that position is the only thing keeping you from slumping forward and face planting onto the couch.
Jungkook thrusts just once, causing you to whimper out of overstimulation.
"i cant. i'm sorry, Jungkook. maybe you can fuck my mouth instead-"
"you did well."
"huh?"
"but you can do better."
hell no you cant-
he rubs your clit, still buried ball's deep inside of you.
the clit stimulation makes you relax a little bit, and maybe you can try.
"okay." you muster out a small confirmation which he gladly takes, except this time, he's anything but gentle.
Jungkook goes faster than he did before, ramming into you from behind but still rubbing your clit.
he squeezes your throat and leaves you little to no space to breathe, then loosens his hold after a couple of seconds.
he fucks you so hard you see stars, sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the room. his balls slap against your pussy, and it just feels divine.
your ass must be red by now, and you just cant breathe.
and then, you're hit with a sensation like never before. you cant see, cant breathe, cant hear, cant speak. a throaty scream snatches out of your throat and this orgasm is like none of the ones you've experienced before.
"you can take it." fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"fuck, kook!"
"yeah, baby? you like the way i fuck you so hard you forget your name?"
"thank you, thank you, thank you-" you're screaming, helpless. he's rubbing your clit, fucking you animalistically, tugging on your hair, and you can see it all in the reflection. you can feel his love for you.
the overstimulation doesnt make you uncomfortable, it makes you breathless.
he slaps your ass and smiles at the handprint.
shortly after, Jungkook curses under his breath and cums, "take it all." he thrusts into you through his orgasm, and when he's done, he pulls out and admires the masterpiece he created.
his cum mixed with yours oozes out of your pussy, and he plays with it, getting the mess all over his fingers.
you turn around just in time to see him suck his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact as he moans in satisfaction.
instead of feeling embarrassed, you step closer to him and kiss him. you both smile into it as you can taste yourself and him on his tongue, which feels amazing.
it feels euphoric.
you pull away, slightly cringing at the slick wetness you feel all over your thighs, which makes you confused.
"did i pee or something?" you say, perplexed, as you look at jungkook, which snorts in response.
"no, baby, you squirted." he gestures to his own lower abdomen, signaling the mess you made all over him. "you did it all over me, too. it was hot as hell."
you've never squirted before.
thats enough proof that he really did go all out this time.
wow.
when you look to the ground, seemingly embarrassed about it, he hooks his finger under your chin and makes you look up to meet his eyes.
"nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart." his eyes alone speak volumes. the man loves you more than himself.
"just proof that i fucked you well." he wiggles his brows, making you laugh.
you hug him in response, but then you remember...
"oh my god! the girls! i totally forgot!" you go to take a step forward, but wobble and almost fall instead.
jungkook immediately grabs you by the waist, stablizing you and pulling you to him.
"easy there, you're gonna hurt yourself." he says smugly, knowing he's the reason that's got you so sore.
"i should probably call them and make sure-"
"i already texted yejun saying you had a fever and cant get up from bed." he says a little too quickly.
he did what?
"you did what?!" youre so puzzled right now. "but why?"
"do you think i'm gonna leave you here after literally ruining you just to hangout with my mates?" he raises his brows, a frown tugging them together when he pins you down with a hard stare.
"plus, you need to shower, and you cant do that alone-" he smiles, his bunny teeth showing. "you need me to help." he wiggles his brows yet again, and you catch onto the implication a little too quickly.
there's no way you're surviving a second round in the shower...
right?!
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this is so cute AHHHHHHHHH its even cuter when u dont even know and it's the first time he does it!! @nctzenyuta here u go babes
nanami drabble !!
(implied fem reader)
cw: fluff
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Your man hopped in the shower about ten minutes ago and someone has been blowing up his phone in the meantime. You decided to ignore it because it's wrong to pry and be nosy. Even though you really wanted to scratch that itch of curiosity.
At some point you get really annoyed with the constant buzzing of his phone, so you pick it up to check who's messaging. It's Gojo of course. That's not what catches your eye though.
You're stuck up on the fact that his lock screen is you drooling on his chest in your sleep. What the hell!!!!!! You told him to delete that because you looked terrible. On top of that there's a mascara mustache on your face.
Your blond husband got the idea to use your mascara that was sitting on the night stand to give you a mustache. How did you not even notice the feeling of the mascara on your face??
"Kento!!" You yell from the bedroom as soon as he turns off the shower.
"Yeah, my love??" He asks, slowly trying to remember if he had done anything to upset you this week.
"Why is this picture your lock screen? I look so bad in it." You complain to him. You expected him to agree and change it but instead he said, "I think you look cute with a mustache. Maybe you should grow one."
You glare at him, "Kento." He snickers softly, "Okay, okay. I'll change it to my home screen so not everyone will see it." You sigh in relief and hand him his phone.
"In place of that picture will be this one." He taps something on his phone and flips it around for you to see...
It's you. Wearing the colorful "bob" wig your little sister cut for you. It was way too short and disproportional for it's original purpose of completing the look of your favorite tv show character.
When Kento saw you wearing the wig he couldn't keep the laughter from coming out. He laughed so hard his stomach began to ache.
"NO! Not that one either!!!" You watch as he makes adjustments to change the picture.
"My little dora the explorer, wifey." He comments with a smirk.
"Ughhhhh, why did I marry you??" You ask yourself and of course he decides to provide you an answer, "because i'm the premium husband material package."
"I think I need to get some replacement parts because this experience sure ain't premium." He hears the joke in your tone but still uses it as an excuse to tickle attack you.
"AHHHH GET- OFF OF ME AND... AND GO PUT- STOPPP- PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!" You scream between fits of laughter and torture people call "tickling."
He gets up off the bed and flashes you his dick.
"Kento." You gasp loudly.
"Nothing you haven't seen before. You seemed pretty happy to see it last night." He shrugs while making his way to the walk-in closet.
"The past was in the past. I'm a changed woman." He doesn't believe that at all but responds with, "okayyyyy... whatever you say, sweetie."
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So glad you're back bestie! I just read Personal Lies [it was so so good! Thank you for the tag] and it made me imagine Dark!DBF!Joel sneaking into your room at night to use you.
You're asleep laying on your side, he crosses your arms over your chest and then crosses his own over yours to keep you pinned against him 👀👀
omg hiiiiii thank you bb!!! so happy to be back :') hope ur doing well and thanks for the love <33
also holy shit this has plagued my mind for days since i got this omfg. i got carried away bc this idea is sooo yummy thank you and god bless. i honestly dont know what this is im sorry
can be read on its own or as part two to Personal Lies!
rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)
word count: 1k
warnings: smut, dark!DBF!Joel, sort-of cnc, somnophilia, age gap (reader is 23+ & Joel is unspecified older), manhandling (Joel holds reader so they can't move), so much dirty talk, pet names - sugar, darling, pretty - degradation, dom!joel & sub reader. creampie.
masterlist Joel fics: Personal Lies i've got headaches... Mr. Miller Series fever landmines
"darlin'," a voice curls in the dark of your bedroom - a deep thrill rolls through you as you shift under the sheets. the lock clicks in its place, as it has several times before, while you stir awake gently.
"Joel?" you call out quietly, schooling the shock from your face in case he can see through the dim moonlight. a hand trails up your leg, catching on the swell of your ass with a squeeze.
you don't even try to fight your sleepy sighs, too warm and comfortable in your bed - the dream you'd been roused from too enticing, delicious, seductive...
something in the back of your mind whispers that he probably would prefer if you were asleep, anyways - it sends a thrill through you. chills cascade over your legs at his touch as he crosses to the other side of the bed; the dip in your mattress sets butterflies through your chest, but you slightly shift to sit up. "Joel, I-"
a hand on the bare of your chest has your voice dying in your throat. "baby, c'mon, your daddy's just in the other room." he purrs, "you gotta stay quiet, now."
you swallow shakily, your heart thundering against the clamminess of your chest. "just keep sleepin' if y'need to sugar. gotta be inside you, though."
his words, his hands - your breathing shudders as your nipples pebble under your lousy tank top. you're throbbing in arousal, your body melting under the rough hands of the man. "Joel-" your voice sounds like a whine as you shift your thighs, his hands coaxing you back onto your side. "please." you whine.
he hums lowly, "shh, baby, be quiet. jus' be good and let me fuck you." sliding your sleep shorts to the side, your back arching with a jolt as two rough fingers part the seam of your cunt, his breath on your neck, body pressed hard to your back.
you think back to the first time - his hands on you, hard, eyes even harder. the look he'd given you when you'd returned from your old college town back to your dad's house for the summer, graduated and proud.
he'd wiped that proud smirk from your face, replaced it with bitten lips and bleary, blissed eyes.
you gasp out as you feel his thick cock, the head prodding between your lips, spreading your slick arousal as he rocks against you. involuntarily, your hips cant towards the edge of your bed, but strong arms grab you and pull you back swiftly.
you bite your lip as he rocks into your folds again, prodding your clit and making you suck in a gasp at the pleasure. "that's it, baby, spread your legs-" his hands grasp at your hip, pulling you back. you part your thighs, gasping as he bites on your neck, "wider."
you let out a breath at his hands, sliding over your frame and pinching a nipple. but then he's in you within seconds and you gasp - his hand clamping over your mouth and pressing, concealing the shuddering gasp from the stretch.
your eyes nearly roll back as his strong arms slink around you, pressing your arms hard into your own chest and snaking around you, pressing you impossibly into him. his scent surrounds you; plagues your sheets, your pillows with pine and amber and beer and him.
you can't move - your arms, held tight against your own chest with his as he starts to pound into you; one of his hands slides up, pressing against you and concealing your whimpers as they leak out of you with every slap of your ass against his hips.
"fuck," he hisses, "lettin' me do whatever I want t'you." he grunts, hot in your ear as you take him, hard and deep. he hits the spot in you that almost has you straining against him, your eyes drooping as sleep laces through you. "pretty little thing, waitin' for me all night with a warm wet cunt and a pretty smile. 's that right?"
he pulls your head to the side to try and see your face; as your eyes have adjusted in the faint moonlight, you can just make out the devastatingly handsome stare, his jaw set and teeth caught on his bottom lip. his eyes are dark pits that swallow you whole as he thrusts into you, lurking with the knowledge that you fell asleep tonight hoping he'd sneak in to take you.
his hand releases your mouth and you suck in a breath, his arms crossing back tightly over you as he edges you closer and closer to your bliss.
"show me that pretty smile." he utters quietly, sternly.
he pounds into you, hand pressing you back as you strain, letting yourself get fucked hard, wondering absently how badly this headboard creaks against the wall.
you smile anyways, staring back at his face, the dark twist of his features. you can see the glint in his eyes as he smirks, "tell me how much you love it."
you gasp, whispering with a heat in your cheeks, legs shaking, "I love it, Joel." your voice is weak, warbling as your smile melts into something more fucked-out, his thrusts sharp and deep.
he bites your neck, a particularly deep stroke into you sending your body careening away, his arms restricting you from moving. "that's right. you love getting fucked by your daddy's best friend."
you swallow, his words melting in your ear, your cunt clenching as you near your high, feeling full to the brim, fighting your hardest to stay quiet.
he always does this - tells you to be quiet, then pushes you, teases you, makes you talk until you're nearly screaming. it's... it's like he wants to get caught.
it's sick, and it coils something in your stomach.
you whimper into your pillow, shutting your eyes tight. his growl echoes into your ear as his hand hand frees your breasts from your arms and top, letting one hand cover them, pressing you tight against him once again.
when he cums, it's hot and sticky inside you, his chest shuddering with a deep groan.
but he doesn't leave; no, he holds you tight against him, letting your exposed breast shiver and peak against the exposed air as he gently rocks his spend back inside you.
"just go back to sleep, darlin'," his voice purrs once again, falsely kind, "you'll wake up when I need more."
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Hello friend!
Im new to the trigun family after watching Stampede and recently ive been on a Knives kick and i dont see much content about him x reader.
So i was wondering if we could get some headcanons about what would make Knives feel “those gross human feelings” (love, the need to protect,need for affection) for the reader, and how he would tell them or show them?
I just need some knives fluff! Boy needs and hug! If you dont wanna write that, thats totally fine!! Thank you!!
A/N: Knives is SUCH an interesting character and im literally so feral for him. This is very much stream-of-conscious writing and not proofread. It also turned out so much longer than I expected! I legit got so carried away so I hope you enjoy it!!
Also I feel like my thoughts/headcanons for Knives will always be constantly evolving because he's just such a complex character??? And I love it???
Contains: Hints of nsfw thoughts if you squint??, fluff I guess??, can knives even do fluff???, the slowest of slowburns for this man
So we know Knives does know what love feels like…sorta. He loves Vash, and wants to see a future where they can both live their lives without the fear of being used for what they are. However, that means killing every human left on the planet. So it’s a twisted kind of love…but he still cares in his own way.
I don’t think Knives would notice you right away. It won’t be some love-at-first-sight, omg this human was so nice to me thing. It will take A LOT of time. He has completely blocked himself off from anyone because of fear, and fear is an intense driving force.
Perhaps you’re involved in his grand scheme somehow; A scientist in a lab who has taken a special interest in the Plants. At first, you’re focused on finding a more sustainable way for them to be used…but then after witnessing one open itself up, showing a high level of intelligence, you change your studies to find a way for them to live beyond the confines of the glass tanks.
You’re aware of Knives. Aware that he’s what they call an Independent. And you take notes on him, studying any file that isn’t restricted from the ships that once roamed the universe.
Knives becomes aware of you rather quickly. It's hard to ignore the way your eyes follow his every move, jotting down your observations quickly into a notebook that never seems to leave your hands. At first he finds it irritating, having this human stalk him like a shadow. However, it was only when you caught him on a particularly bad day that he finally spoke to you.
"Get OUT." His voice was ice, sending a sharp tendral into your notebook, tearing it from your hands. You let out a pained yelp, though none of the blades touched had you, and ran out of the room.
After he's calmed down, curiosity gets the better of him, and Knives spends the rest of the evening reading through your notes.
The next day it's him that seeks you out. Knives finds you in a lab, placing your in-tact notebook on the table in front of you before stating that some of your observations were incorrect, which causes you to flush with embarrassment. He leaves immediately after, and upon inspecting your notebook, you find that he had crossed out some of your own notes, replacing it with the "correct" information.
Knives begins to tolerate your company. You're not as insufferable as the other humans, and he finds himself quite intrigued by how brave you've gotten around him ever since that day. But he continues to keep himself at a distance….for now.
So anyways as your "relationship" with Knives progresses:
Knives shows his love through acts of service and quality time. He allows you into his space; allows himself to lower his guard and try to understand these strange feelings he gets when around you. Although, again, this takes time.
He'll start to show interest in whatever experiments you're running, quietly observing from a respectable distance. It might even start to feel like you’re the one being studied from how intense his silent stare is (he is 100% memorizing everything about you).
The more time spent with you, the more possessive he becomes of this time...and just you in general.
Knives knows that you have to talk to others in order to do your job, but that doesn't mean he won't glare at them until they walk away. He prides himself on how his presence alone can clear a room so it can just be the two of you.
If you forget to eat, time getting away from you, Knives might sigh and fetch you something. Setting it down directly in front of you and making comments under his breath about how "humans are pathetic" and how you "can't even take care of yourself". You're like a pet, he tells himself...rationalizing why he would go out of his way to make sure you stay healthy.
Physical touch comes much later
Sometimes you'll feel him lean in from behind, gazing over your shoulder to gain a better view of what you're working on. Heat radiates off of his body, but he never brings himself to touch you. Knives finds it amusing at how flustered you get when he does this and likes to test your boundaries as well as his own. He’ll catch himself too often wondering how soft your skin would feel under his fingertips. It’s a disgusting thought, really. (he is so touch starved but will NOT allow himself to indulge in this innocent fantasy because he’s stubborn and has the biggest god complex)
But it eventually happens one evening when you hand him your notebook. All of his senses are ignited, the place where your fingers brushed against his hand burns throughout the night. Knives can't bring himself to admit he likes this feeling, at least not out loud.
Oh but does he crave it.
It's a thrill, an adrenaline rush, and strangely even more fulfilling than the feeling he gets when he takes a human life.
Starts as "accidental". Fingers colliding when reaching for the same thing, the back of his hand brushing against yours as you both walk, standing too close to you so that when you take a step back, you bump into his chest.
Soon he's grabbing your wrist to stop you from doing something stupid, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you out of a room, even taking your hand in his, frowning at the fresh injury on your skin, but also burning up inside at the fact that his own hand swallows yours completely. That you're just so fragile. So human.
Knives is absolutely obsessed.
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SLUGCAT REDESIGNS YIPPEE
hello rain world community please click for higher quality (downpour spoilers btw)
also lots of design rambling underneath the cut. warning its very long and all over the place
-OKAYOKAY so you may notice that Survivor, Monk, and Gourmand all have similar markings- darker back patch, light tummy, tipped ears/stalks- this is because Gourmand is their grandpa in my interpretation!! they share traits because famly..
-neither Survivor nor Monk are fully grown, though Survivor is almost an adult. theyre the slugcat equivalent of teenagers. thats why theyre a little shorter than everyone else. however Enot and Rivulet are fully grown, Rivulet is just built for a different environment and Enots a fucked up inversion of Survivor
-Hunter, of course, gots the rots. i dont know why nobody utilizes Hunters scarred eye in HLL designs tbh- because the scar and the closed eye together make an X shape. and you know what else has an X shape? rot cyst. food for your thoughts :)
-the feds don't want you to know this but you can make any slugcat of your choice as fat and round as you want and nobody can stop you because they are your slugcat designs. anyways chubby arti :) and chubby nightcat :) and plump monk :)
-Nightcat has little silver splotches because I SAID SO. the silver bits by their eyes were actually inspired by Moonwatcher from Wings of Fire with those silver teardrop scales by her eyes, i always thought that was cool. my WoF phase haunts me to this day,,, also Nightcats ears point sideways because its cute
-okay you're probably wondering what the FUCK is up with Enot. the answer: who knows??? i made them La Creatura. theyre a little freak of nature who shouldnt exist but they glitched into existence or something and they have four ears and four hands and six eyes as a result
-Gourm... im love Gourm... theyre the second tallest slugcat, Spearmaster takes first place as resident stickbug
-okay so! if you may notice, pre-canon event Arti and current Arti have some differences. previous Arti has some little scars, and a darker end to their tail. current Arti has burns that cover those. thats intentional! i like to think that when the incident happened, the anger and grief took them over, erasing all personhood in the eyes of both the scavs and theirself in favor of carnage and fury and destruction. the burns represent that. the signs of a life well lived, that little dot of personhood? gone, replaced only by rage and hurting and memories of a tragic incident. (dont worry Arti fans in my little au they arent sad and enraged forever, they do heal. eventually.)
-more design notes about Arti but their right leg is burnt and hurts to put too much pressure on, so they prefer exploding if they have a long distance to cover or somewhere to reach. also, i gave Arti a tailtip that resembles a wick that was a result of the burn scars, thank you @pansear-doodles for bein cool about people takin inspiration from your amazing designs!!
-Spearmaster is comically tall and i love that. they also have Suns's logo on the back of their head. its like a watermark! Hunter doesn't have a watermark because in my interpretation, the rot stuff was intentional, added by NSH as a ticking time bomb as a sort of motivation for Hunter, so like why bother claiming a slugcat thats gonna either ascend or experience a fate worse than death
-also the pearl experience left a permanent scar for Spears because why not
-Rivulet.. the funny fishie.... i made almost zero changes to my orevious design of them because it is perfect. just added like some extra gills. theye very short and have little ears because little ears probably help with swimming and stuff to be like aerodynamic. they also have those little flaps on their side like nudibranches!! lil reference to sea slugs :)
-Saint takes inspiration from lynxes (ears) and sea bunnies (the spots!!). Saint is also the oldest slugcat here. i made their forehead dots eyes because that is COOL !!!! i love extra eyes. also chest floof :)
-Survivor and Monks parents had to take care of THREE pups ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT A COLONY TO SUPPORT THEM and they have zero special abilities to their name unlike Arti or Gourmand. theyre gonna be a little scuffed up
-Arti's pups are a mix between a carnivorous slugcat (Arti) and a regular slugcat (whoever Arti had kids with). the blue pup has a diet like Gourmands, where it can eat meat but it wont get as much out of it as a carnivorous slugcat. the green pup has the typical Slugcat diet.
i'll update this if i think of anything else to add!!!
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day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.
↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it
◇ chwe hansol x female reader
◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers
◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know!
◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)
authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj
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[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?
The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are.
Fucking typical that is.
Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different.
Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.
But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.
[10:05pm] you: why do you care
[10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?
You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.
[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth
[10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?
Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.
[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt
Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.
[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink?
[10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you?
[10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere
[10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me
[10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you
You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.
Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.
[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav
[10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u
[10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again
[10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true
You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.
[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me
[10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party
[10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing
As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.
[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain
[10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls
Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.
Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”
“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.
“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”
Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”
Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.
“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”
“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”
[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you
[10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww
[10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu
[10:40pm] you: bye
Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.
Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door.
When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.
Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.
“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.
“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.
“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice.
Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”
Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him.
In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul.
“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension.
“I wasn’t—”
“Yes, you were—”
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you.
“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue.
Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”
The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now.
“Wow, that’s um, great—”
“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”
“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.
“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss—”
“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”
Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you.
Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”
“Oh god, I—”
“—and that you really like me.”
The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”
“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”
“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”
“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope.
Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m your idiot.”
“You’re blind too.”
“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.
Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.
“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours.
Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.
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[10:41pm] nonieeee: what?
[10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n!
[10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!!
[10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now
[10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :)
[10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind
[10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything???
[10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha
[10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells
[10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen
[10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me
[10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you
[10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu
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[03:00pm] you: hansol?
[03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved
[03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you)
[03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy?
[03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)
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OK GUYS IMMA GO ON A RANT ABT THE NOVEL UNWIND, OK? OK.
HOLY SHIT.
guys it was so fucking good i swear.
ok so yeah, warning spoilers n shit. yeah.
ok so i really like the concept of the whole Bill of Life thing, unwinding especially.
like holy smokes was it good.
OK SO IK ITS NOT THE MOST POPULAR NOVEL I DONT THINK SO FOR MY MOOTS WHO R SEEING THIS THIS IS THE GENERAL CONCEPT: since abortions r banned pretty much, ppl either “stork” unwanted children or “unwind” children when they became unwanted. like the story starts off abt three unwinds, being unwound for completely different reasons. Connor was like, a troublesome kid and his parents just didn’t want that so they signed the orders to get him unwound. i missed why Risa was unwound but im pretty sure the state house just didn’t have much room for her anymore(she got storked there i think. she really didn’t grab my attention at the beginning sadly). Lev came from a Christian family, and churches make everyone sacrifice one of their children for God by unwinding them second they turn 13, Lev being one of them(it’s considered an honor)
OK SO the concept of storking is that, the mother delivers a child, doesn’t want it, leaves it at some person’s doorstep and then it’s “finders keepers.” however if they are caught they have to take the kid back and legally obliged to keep it. same with the finders keepers situation, got storked and ain’t no one at ur doorstep? legally obliged to keep it like it or not. however Connor’s parents once got storked and passed it into the neighbors house, and the baby rotated for a week and back to their house, but already sick and dying. Connor then gets traumatized and further on in the book he’s so overridden with the memory that when a bitch got storked she yell at them (Connor abd Risa) to take it back even tho the kid wasn’t theirs.
the concept of unwinding is that legally between 13-18 your guardians can send you to a harvest camp where you’re taken apart and given these parts to those who need it. like for example: you got unwound, taken to a harvest camp, they take your hands and give it to a guy who lost his across the fucking continent. ppl literally stopped trying to cure things, just replaced faulty organs with healthy ones. and no one really knows what’s going on in those harvest camps. do they kill you off immediately or do they wait and wait for weeks on weeks to get to you while you never know when’s your last day.
SO ANYWAY
I really like Connor’s relationship with Hayden, and tbh if they would make them canonically in love i’d be the happiest person on this planet. but again that would cause even further complications w the plot so i get it ig. but at the same time i don’t. Connor never really struck me as a cishet dude even from the beginning of the story, and though him abd Risa r a very good pair i’d just kinda like it more if they paired him up with Hayden. cuz first of all it would add on to tge reason he got unwound in the first place. abd like, i want a gay protagonist in a horror book is that really too much to ask?
same thing with Lev and CyTy, tho i see them more as moirails. yk, homestuck. heheh. no bc they’re so caring for eachother it’s crazy. but again i don’t see them in a romantic relationship, i just rlly like their dynamic. live laugh love how Lev was willing to go through with CyTy’s shit and vice versa.
Hayden and CyTy gotta b my fab characters frfr. anyway so CyTy’s name is actually Cyrus, but he has an eighth of a brain of a kid who got unwound and his name was Tyler. so like, he sometimes does things that Tyler would do but himself won’t, leading them to Tyler’s parents’ house and it actually made me tear up.
ALSO RISA IS AN EMO GINGER. NOT DEBATABLE. I DO NOT CARE IF IT CAN NEVER B CANON, I LIVE FOR EMO GINGER RISA.
GUYS THIS BOOK IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL GO READ IT
i NEED to make a Homestuck Unwind AU
(imma just tag 4 moots i think would find this interesting @hiddencattoes @kovuspams @r3z1l1c1ous @imgoingtoeatyourfirstbornchild sorry guys this felt necessary)
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rainflower, chapter one
welcome, welcome to 'basil had an idea and ran with it'!
important notes; legend is referred to as 'flower' for a good portion, since they dont know their name and wild picked one at random.
legend has only done three adventures. a link to the past, a link between worlds, and links awakening. youll see why it ends at that one
wild and flora arent really together? but honestly, interpret it however you want i dont actually care about that
anyways, enjoy!
ao3 link; x
Link frowned, walking with an axe held tightly in his hands.
He felt something calling him, and he was led all the way to what looked like a cave, at first.
Instead, when he’d walked in, he’d discovered it was some sort of dungeon, not dissimilar to the divine beasts.
It was designed to keep something in. Or to keep others out.
…but, sorry to whoever designed it; Link is curious. Very curious.
That’s how he found himself staring at the last door inside the dungeon, eyes locked onto the slot where his slate should go.
He took a breath, placing his slate in the designated place, watching as the doors opened.
It’s…not what he was expecting.
The room was small, and there was a fair amount of water on the floor, making Link very glad that he wasn’t wearing shoes at the minute. Ha. Take that, everyone who tried to make him wear them this morning.
What’s most concerning, though, is that there’s…a soft, pink glow coming from a wooden box in the corner.
What the hell..?
At first, he thought it was a fairy—but fairies don’t glow that much, and this pink is more vibrant than soft.
He inched closer cautiously, nudging the box open with the blade of the axe.
His heart sank.
Inside the box appears to be a child. Pinkish hair going down to their mid-back, a red dress torn at the bottom, scars littering their body, and they didn’t even have shoes on.
Is this..?
Before his thought was finished, he watched the child shift onto their back, eyes wide and filled with confusion.
Pink and gold. Pretty.
“W-Wh…where am I..? W-What’s…going on?!”The child panicked, sitting up quickly.
Link frowned, waving his hands to try and calm the child.
When he was sure that they weren’t in danger of having a panic attack, he crouched down next to the box, placing the axe down. “H..ello. What’s..your name?”
The child stared back, whimpering in fear.
“It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m Link. What’s your name?”He tried again, holding a hand out for them.
“I…I don’t…”The child bit their lip, tears welling up in their eyes. “I don’t…remember my name.”
The realisation hit Link like a brick, and he frowned softly as he helped the kid up, letting them step out of the box.
“That’s alright.”Link smiled. “How about a nickname for now, until you remember?”
“A…nickname..?”
“Yeah!”Link smiled, holding the child’s hand as he carefully led them out. “It’s not a real name, it’s something your friends call you in replacement. When you remember your name, I’ll call you that, but for now…hm.”Link looked around as they stepped out of the cave, eyes landing on a small patch of flowers. “How about flower?”
“Fl..ower?”
“Yeah! Cause your hair’s pink, like a flower.”Link grinned softly, looking at them to gauge the reaction.
They looked like they were thinking, before smiling softly. “I…like it,”They mumbled, eyes darting around in pure fascination.
“W…Woah…”
“It’s pretty, right?”He smiled softly, leading them down the hill. “Careful—it’s a little steep.”
“Where…are we?”Flower tilted their head, looking up at Link.
“Oh, right. This is the kingdom of Hyrule!”Link smiled faintly. “It’s…still recovering from the calamity, but we’re getting there!”
Flower slowly nodded, looking at a nearby apple tree.
Link noticed, and smiled softly. “You’re hungry, huh? Here—”He took an apple out of the slate, handing it to Flower. “You can have this while we walk, and when we get to my house I’ll cook you something better! Okay?”
Flower just let out a soft hum of understanding, biting into the apple happily.
Link let out a soft chuckle, looking ahead again.
The champions are eerily quiet right now. Usually, they’d be yelling their own opinions at him for this; telling him he should find the kid’s parents, that he’s not fit to look after a child—but they’re not saying anything.
Maybe he should consult Zelda.
She might know what to do.
“Um…Link?”
Link snapped out of it, glancing at Flower briefly, shooting them a smile before looking forward. “What’s up, Flower?”
“Um…do..you know me?”
Link wishes he did. He wishes he could have the answers for Flower, but…he doesn’t.
“I don’t. Sorry. But I’ll help you get your memories back, and find your family. Okay?”
Flower pouted, clearly a little disappointed, but nodded softly. “Okay…thank you Link.”
Link hummed gently, making sure to keep to the road for once so he wasn’t dragging the amnesiac child into danger.
About halfway to Hateno, Flower looks tired, and Link stopped abruptly. “Flower? We’re almost there, okay? Do you want me to carry you?”
Flower nodded slowly, rubbing their eyes as Link made to pick them up, wrapping them in his cloak to keep them warm.
The rest of the walk was generally quiet, only the sounds of the wildlife heard and, of course, his own footsteps.
Glancing down at the small form in his arms, he frowned. He hopes he can find out who Flower’s parents are, let them know their kid is okay, let Flower have their parents and feel safe.
But…as much as he hates it?
That isn't likely.
Instead, he decided he’ll look after this kid for as long as he can.
“Link, what the hell is this?”Zelda sighed, more exhausted than irritated.
“I…found them.”Link frowned, tucking Flower into his bed. “They don’t know anything. They don’t even know who they are, Zelda..”
“You found them? Where?”
“In a cave. They—They were in a box. It was closed. I don’t…I don’t think it was an accident but—fuck. Can you please tell me if anyone has reported their kid missing?”
“...I’ll keep an eye and ear out.”Zelda looked over at Flower, frowning softly. “How old is this kid..?”
“I don’t know. They don’t know either.”
“Maybe Purah can figure it out…I want to check over their injuries when they’re awake enough to consent, as well.”
Link nodded, heading downstairs with the princess as he began to do kitchen prep to make dinner. “I thought they were dead at first. The box was entirely shut, didn’t even seem like breathing was possible in it.”
“It’s a miracle they’ve survived..”Zelda frowned. “Did it seem intentional?”
“I don’t know.”He frowned. “I hope not. They’re so little..”
“I’m going to go and get Purah.”Zelda decided suddenly. “She might be able to help them in some way—we need to know more about them to be able to help.”
“Let them sleep first.”
“Link—”
“They’re exhausted, and have been through a lot today already.”He sighed, then glanced at her. “Can you watch over this and make sure it doesn’t burn?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to buy Flower some clothes. Their ones are torn up.”He explained briefly, before heading out and trusting that she wouldn’t burn the house down.
Link made a beeline for the clothing store in town, hoping they had childrens clothes—or even just smaller clothes than the ones he wears.
Stepping inside the store, he shot Sophie a soft smile. “Heya Soph.”
The girl looked up, waving shyly at him. “N-Need something?”
While she isn’t as shy as she was before, she’s still relatively reserved. At least she’s not hiding in the corner now, at least.
“Yeah, um, I was wondering if you have the hylian tunic in a smaller size, or any clothes for kids?”
“A-Ah? We…have smaller versions of the hylian tunic and hylian trousers..”
“Sweet!”Link grinned. “Could I buy those then?”
“O-Oh, sure! That’s..210 rupees,”She muttered, accepting the payment from the hero as she went to go and fetch the two items. “Um…h-here you go!”
“Thank you!”Link smiled, taking his purchase and heading back out.
The clothes admittedly look like they’ll be a little big on Flower, but…slightly too big will be better than drowning in cloth.
“I’m back,”He declared as he stepped inside, blinking slowly when he saw Flower sitting on the floor, Zelda making sure the dinner didn’t burn while also checking to see if Flower needed any immediate help.
“Link!”Flower hopped up, scrambling over to him and hiding behind his leg.
“Wh—hey, Flower, it’s okay.”He smiled. “Look, I got you something.”
Upon hearing that, they tilted their head curiously as Link kneeled down, holding the clothes out to them. “They might be a little big on you, but I thought you’d want to wear something less…ripped.”
Flower stared at the clothes for a while, holding them carefully when Link handed the items over.
“You can go up and get changed, okay? We’re just making dinner. By we, I mean me, cause she’s no good at it.”He stuck his tongue out, causing Flower to laugh softly before they headed upstairs.
Link let out a breath, biting down on his lip. “I should teach them how to use a weapon.”
“Link.”
“Zelda, it’s still dangerous. Especially with all the blood moons. They need to at least know self defence…you know?”Link frowned.
“I know you’re worried but…they’re only young, Link. Do they need to know how this early?”
“I knew by their age.”He stated confidently, then frowned slightly before adding, “I think.”
Zelda sighed gently, nodding and looking up the stairs. “I hope you know what you’re getting into here.”
“I do not.”Link grinned at her.
“Link—”Zelda sighed, shaking her head in defeat. “Nevermind..”
Link cheered in the wake of his victory, turning his attention to Flower when they returned. “...Flower, where are the trousers?”He snorted.
“I…I didn’t like the way they felt…”Flower mumbled, playing with the edge of the tunic. Link was right—it is still too big. It looks more like a dress than anything. But Flower looks comfortable in it.
“That’s alright.”Link shrugged. “At least it looks more comfortable than what you had on before.”
Flower nodded quietly, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed. “I’m hungry.”
“I’m almost done cooking, Flower! Promise.”
“We need to wash their hair,”Zelda muttered to Link quietly, causing the hero to grin at her.
“You can’t even convince me to do that.”
“You’re right. Sidon and Tulin are the only two that can get you to.”
“True that.”Link snorted loudly, serving up dinner.
It feels a little odd plating for three people, but he’ll get used to it. “Alright kid, dinner’s done.”
Flower perked up, finally getting up off of the floor and sitting at the table with the two, tilting their head. “What is it?”
“Oh, it’s just potatoes and meat,”He explained between mouthfuls. “It’s simple to make. I could teach you sometime if you want?”
“Really?”Flower looked almost excited about the idea, then their eyes dulled. “But…what if I don’t remember it?”
“Then we can try again. No biggie.”
The smaller one nodded, carefully picking up a fork and eating some of the potatoes.
“I could write down what you get taught, as well,”Zelda offered as she carefully cut up her own food. “Then you’ll be able to look back on it if you forget.”
Flower simply nodded happily in response, ears twitching when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Zelda frowned, getting up to answer the door. “Hello?”
“Hello, is there…someone named Link here?”
Link took the opportunity to walk over to the door, trying not to laugh when he noticed Flower following along like a little duckling. “I’m Link, can I help ya?”He grinned, looking at the group outside.
There was seven people there; one with only one eye and wearing golden armour, one with cool dark face tattoos that Link swears he’s seen somewhere before, what looked like two children—one with shoulder-length hair and the worlds ugliest tunic, the other with short curly hair, wearing a blue lobster shirt—, a brown-haired boy who looked a bit nervous, a man with a feather in his hair who looked half asleep, and another one with a bright blue scarf.
Flower peeked from behind Link, blinking slowly at the newcomers.
“It…may be a bit of a shock, but we are all named Link,”The shortest member spoke up, placing a hand on their hip. “We’re all the heroes of courage, blah blah, whatever. We’re on an adventure across timelines, and Hylia has decided you’re being dragged into this too! This is not a choice. It’s a warning.”
“Four,”The one with markings scolded, glancing at Link, and then trailing to Flower. “Oh. You have a kid.”
Link frowned, glancing at Flower. “...kid?”
Flower looked kind of out of it. “Hero…I-I…why do I feel weird about that word?”
“How so?”Zelda kneeled down next to him.
“It feels…um…familiar.”Flower frowned. “I-I don’t…remember why,”
“Hey, hey Flower, don’t worry about it. Don’t stress.”Link sighed softly, glancing at the group. “Give me a day or two, alright?”
“That’s alright. Let us introduce ourselves, yes? We’re using nicknames to avoid confusion.”
Link sighed and let them inside, gently guiding Flower back to the table. “You can just finish eating, okay?”
Flower quietly nodded, still watching the group.
“Alright. They call me Time,”One of them spoke up. “This here is Four and Wind. They’re about the same age as your boy there.”He gestured to the two kids as he spoke.
The smallest one—Four, apparently—had walked over to Flower at this point, the two having a quiet conversation. Something about Four’s tunic, which wouldn’t be surprising. The whole way to Hateno, Flower was getting excited about anything colourful.
“I’m Twilight,”The one with the familiar markings spoke. “That loser is Warriors.”He shoved the one wearing the scarf, who laughed and shoved him back.
“And I’m Sky,”The sleepy one yawned. “This is Hyrule, our local healer!”He ruffled the hair of the brunette.
Link hummed, nodding slowly. “I guess…you wanna come up with one for me, too?”
“Yup!”Wind smiled brightly. “I like your hair.”
“Oh, thank you!”He smiled faintly.
“Don’t compliment it, he hasn’t washed it for weeks.”
“Washing…hair? What…”Flower frowned. “What’s that?”
“Oh.”Link frowned. “It’s basically putting water and soap in your hair to maintain it, making your hair feel nicer I guess.”
Flower nodded, turning back to the conversation with Four.
“How about Wild?”Hyrule mumbled, tilting his head. “Since…your hair has sticks and leaves in it. Yanno?”
“Wild?”He blinked, glancing at Flower. “Hey, does that sound okay? Wild?”
“Umm…”They tapped their chin, before nodding. “Wild…yeah, that’s easy to say.”
“Wild it is.”Link—Wild nodded, sitting in a chair. “This is Flower. They have amnesia, no they’re not my kid, but I’m looking after them.”
Flower nodded, chewing on another potato with a happy hum.
Surveying the room, with his newly acquired child and the seven new people dragging him on a new adventure, Wild let out a soft groan.
This was going to take some getting used to.
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Zenitsu!
(In this match up zenitsu is of age)
Zenitsu ADORES (Totally not worshiping your body) your body! Every single detail of it he has to REMEMBER! ALSO YOU ARE ATHLETIC? Man, this dude is about to ask your hand in marriage! You can protect HIM! From the dangers that lurk around Which makes him stick to you like his life support ALSO YOUR TALL? He is going to cuddle with you EVERY SECOND HE HAS (Tall queen in his eyes). Your Perfect brown eyes and your long eyelashes Make him think you were an angel sent from the heavens! AND YOUR HAIR! He can't help but stare at it and gush about it being as soft as the clouds! Your Nose IS ADORABLE AND HE IS GOING TELL TO YOU HOW YOUR FACE WAS DESIGN BY THE GODS! Each detail he will rant about! Whether that be at night, morning, afternoon, or just before dawn, he HAS TO JUST TELL YOU YOUR BEAUTY (Also dont even borther being insecure this man will give you MANY reasons why you are not imperfect in anyway)
Zenitsu was intimidated because of your beauty! (Also You Just looked kinda of scary to this scary cat!) at first, since his other relationships only ended badly for him as Beautiful girls would date him but never treated him right, But the first time you spoke to him he was IN LOVE! (Though he did get afraid the first time of you intimidating him because he was being very clingy, don't worry he learns quickly and trys his best to not overstep your personal space!). He loves the fact you are a chilled person which makes him less nervous around you! And He Has a love/hate relationship when you going deep or philosophical! Though he will get used to it, it’s just right now he is shaking as a leaf as you go deep into matters! Also, zenitsu can learn a thing or two from you!, like How to not dwell on scary things he saw!, ALSO ZENITSU LOVES YOUR JOKES AND YOU BEING YOUR FUNNY SELF! It lightens him up after a tough day and will try to make jokes as well as being funny since he loves hearing you laughing! Also, zenitsu may be a bit better when telling it isn't time for funny and silly jokes but if he can't tell his friend Tanjiro is willing to help him!
a relationship with Zenitsu is YOU BE THERE WITH HIM ALL THE TIME! (Besides when you want time alone of course! he learned the hard way that when you want to be alone, it’s better to leave you other. He refuses to let you out his slight! Unless you want to be. He can be doing anything but you just make it 10 times better!, Training? You gotta be there!, Eating? He wants to feed you! sleeping? He wants to make sure you are still with him! And slaying demons? He feels secure as he sees you can protect yourself and him! When you and him have available free time he loves just watching or trying to work out with you! (He is impressed and STILL MADLY IN LOVE!), He also enjoys sitting next to you while you enjoy the sun maybe even talking to you! Unless you want it to be silent of course just don't mind him staring at you! (If you do mind let him know he will understand!), He also will try to help with your plants in every way though don't expect him to be nervous! he never had a plant and he would hate to be the reason one of your beloved plants die! (also if a plant does die don't be surprised if you see a new plant sitting in its place! Zenitsu doesn't want you to feel upset if your plants keep dying so he trys to replace them without you knowing!), and let's say he is more than willing to go to beaches or any body of water! Though he might just faint he is protective too! Only he can see your goddess-like features, Also HE WILL ONLY EAT WHAT YOU MAKE!, He can't stand eating anything else as it doesn't have the love made with it which matters deeply to Zenitsu! Also, he tries to help with your studying but he doesn't know most of the stuff you are learning so he attempts to learn from you when you talk about your studying!
When you and Zenitsu sleep together, Zenitsu can't help just cuddling up to you unless you don't want him to cuddle with you in that case he might yank an extra pillow or two for more comfort when sleeping! if you can't go to sleep he is willing to speak to you as long you want! Always allowing you to speak first! (Clue him nodding and noting everything down about your day and anything you talk about) Back to Zenitsu love to cuddle! He loves physical contact and any sweet words from you! He will return the flavor also! He enjoys all the time you spend with him! And he believes he is the luckiest guy in the world to have such an amazing person by his side. He quickly learns to be less nervous and insecure when you go out by yourself as he learns you are loyal which just made his heart beat faster than normal!, and he will be loyal to you as well! (He if not busy will be waiting for you to come back maybe some wild pick flowers in his hand!)
Also, he gains pride seeing how you are always the one to bring life to any place you go with your smile and jokes! (also your funny antics, heck he might even join in as well!). In the early start of the relationship, he didn't realize he was overbearing to you once he did, he worked on himself which made him happy and more willing to give you freedom (Just don't break this man's heart if you do then he probably will always be clingy to anyone he cares about) also now and then he passed by you Not on purpose and he will just see you being yourself which makes him happy and relieved knowing that you not pretending about all this and you are a truly the angel he knows!.
Also, he likes to remind you a lot!, (For ex Have you eaten enough?, Are you still tired? Need help?) He justs like to know you are the most healthy you can be! Also, the most inloved you can be! And Never FORGET ONE THING… He loves you dearly and cares (also worries) About you daily and is willing to help as long you and him both live also he makes sure you're not miserable in this relationship because he may love it, but if you don't then sadly it isn't a real relationship if you are acting unusual he will try to figure out why and even plead with you but if none of that works he will try to get help from his friends!. Once he figured out what was wrong he trys his best to figure out how to fix this issue maybe asking advice from his friends or anyone knowledgeable. But if it is something he can't fix he feels bad about his worth of being a boyfriend/husband but will try to make things better with gifts, dinners, and other fun activities (Tho he maybe will cry to you about it because even in a relationship, a man needs to express himself to about his concerns and worries! As long it isn't to overbearing)
Speaking about his worries, he worries that he can't keep you safe even if he is around with that alwaying being in his head, he may allow you to do training to become of demon slayer (Just dont expect him not cry sightly, He worries this is his last time of ever seeing you again!)
Once you become a demon slayer he ensures you can protect yourself from any demon attacks (Maybe even him..) But just to be very sure, when he can he trys to be with you or if not his friends will be there.
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Just Friends | jjk
• summary: a drabble in which y/n is going through some stuff and jungkook is there for her... as a friend.
• warnings: crying, mentions of losing someone, they kiss, mentions of an erection.
• WC: approx. 1.2k.
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"O-Oh! You're here!" i said with a huge beam on my face. i tried to play it off. i tried to show him i was happy. i wanted him to believe that i was, even though we both knew it was just an attempt to mask the hidden.
he stayed silent, stood in my doorway. he took a few steps toward me, and i took a few steps back. the only thing i truly wanted to do was bury myself in his arms and cry it out until dawn, but i dont trust myself to be so strong.
one touch from him,
one whisper is all it takes from him to break me.
"i made dinner!" my over enthusiastic- fake- voice booms through the walls of the apartment. "i made some pizza, even tossed up some salad- even though i hate it but i know how much you prefer a side of fiber with your meal to balance the calorie- intake-"
"Y/N."
"-i always notice when you prioritize vegetables along with protein if you want to eat extra carbs-"
"Y/N." he calls out my name again.
"i always keep you in mind when i cook, because you always compliment my cooking, but im not sure if you even like it- oh no! i never asked! do you even like my cooking-"
he takes a few strides over to me, cutting our distance short. my rambling stops, replaced by a sharp intake of air. at this proximity, im 100% sure he can see the deep purplish eyebags and the puffiness of my eyes, resulting from the sleepless nights and the continuity of my breakdowns. i look down, self conscious of my all-over-the-place appearance.
he lifts his hand and bends his index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to get a clear look of my face.
"it's okay."
two words, yet a thousand unspoken ones buried beneath.
he looks into my eyes so deeply, and everything just barrels down on me all of a sudden.
him being here, what happened earlier, the passing of someone i wished to never lose.
it all hits me at once. my brows scrunch, tears well up in my eyes, and i close them in an attempt to push them back. my breath shallows and the tears claw at my eyelids for an escape.
i manage a half-choke, half-sob as i open my eyes.
"i'm tired."
i hear a low curse under his breath before he cradles my body and scoops it up into his. we fit perfectly together, if only our lives weren't so depressing.
my sobs break free at the action, and i grab his shirt and scrunch it up angrily. if it weren't for the circumstances, the movement would've been considered as if i was pushing him away, when in reality, it's a plea for him to stay.
he still manages to hold me. screams climb up my throat in a rough scratch, tears run down my face, painting intricate lines upon a canvas that was once stainless.
i thrash against him and hit his chest, over and over again.
"please." i manage between my screams, and it seems as if my wails rip through the depths of his soul. he has such a pained look on his face, and if i didnt know better, i'd think he was the person who lost their family that day.
i hit and hit and hit against his chest, needing an outage to my frustration. he doesnt complain, only steadying me against him as he grabs my wrists together. it's as if he's pulling me into him, wanting to shield me, protecting me from my own inner battles.
my face is now spuished against his shirt, and my initial wails, pleas, and sobs, tune down to a more quiet rhythm of sniffels and whimpers.
sometime during the breakdown, we ended up on the floor. i now lay in his lap with my head on his shoulder, him holding me. he always does that. thick and thin, he's always there for me.
but why would he dedicate that much effort into being my friend?
he holds my hand and draws small invisible circles on it with his thumb, mumbling sweet reassurances to me.
i rotate my position to straddle him instead, and he complies.
i wrap my hands around his neck and still.
i stay still as he rests his hands on my waist.
what are we doing?
we're just friends.
"i could stay like this forever."
me too. that's what i wanted to say, but i cried so hard that i must've lost my voice from all the rough screaming.
instead of answering with words, i used actions instead. you know... actions speak louder than words?
i lift my head from his shoulder to look at him. he's looking at me like...i'm his.
maybe because i am.
but, we're just friends.
i place my lips gently on his own, hesitant at first. testing the waters.
what if he was repulsed by my puffy and red-rimmed eyes? what if my crying went beyond limits? what if i looked so ugly that he didnt want me-
but then, his lips moved.
still, just friends.
they moved so beautifully, claiming me. he invaded my mouth with his tongue, tasting me thoroughly.
he groaned in satisfaction, and smiled.
he smiled against my lips.
my hands swiveled up his neck and into his hair, tugging and holding on for dear life as he took control.
feeling bold, i ground my hips against his, but he stopped moving his lips against mine.
oh no.
"i'm sorry- i- i don't know why i did-" my cheeks pink in embarrassment, thinking of his hesitation as rejection.
he had the right to reject me.
we are just friends.
he shut me up with his lips, and i took it as a sign to carry on.
are we still just friends?
his groans turned into moans, and suddenly, i'm lifted into the air with his erection poking into my lower belly.
i whimper as he presses me into the wall and moves his lips down toward my neck, sucking and nibbling at his desired pace.
i let out a small whimper, of which he responds to with a small groan as encouragement.
"wait- wait." he pulls away and looks down, a pained look adorning his beautiful features.
he doesnt look hurt, he just looks...restrained.
oh.
"do you not want us to-"
"do i not want us to?" he looks at me in disbelief.
what?
at my confused expression, he lets me down on my feet as he struggles to explain.
"what are we, y/n?"
my confusion slowly subsides to be replaced with understanding.
"oh."
"yeah." he looks at the floor before averting his eyes to mine. "does this ruin our friendship?" he looks hesitant, which he has the right to be.
"just friends?"
he breaks out a small smile- so adorable-
"just friends."
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Hi sweety! I've just read this https://www.tumblr.com/itgomyway/730190673012260864/i-saw-your-response-to-that-one-anon-asking-about?source=share, and I'm still lost cause actually what the anon here referes to is exactly what I was pondering... Ok, deal, we get thay a fly in imagination is equal to a fly in so called 'reality' but I think that this anon refers exactly the same as I : since both are real, how you bring something from the subjective consciousness to the objective consciousness so the 'ego' can actually perceive it phisically? I KNOW it sounds very loa, but is kind of confusing...
Look the other day, we run out of watter in house 'cause the provider cut it for a while, it happends often, mostly when it happends is normal to stay 6 to 7 hours until the change of turn where the next group of workers remembers to give us watter again, so I thought then 'I don't wanna wait 'till 1pm to be able to go to the bathroom or make use of water, so i sat in my living and imagined the sound of the watter runing again in the kitchen, I did it for about 15 minutes. Nothing happened. Then I went to the bathroom, did my things, and still no watter so I figured out some water from somewhere else to wash my hands and bla bla bla... but thought again, WE have to do our things, We NEED water to cook and finish the day as it should, we need it, not just us but our neighbourgs too, so I stayed there, closed my eyes and imagined again the watter running this time in the bathroom, I've probably done this about 3', as at the same time was thinking 'this isn't working, if this time also doesn't work I better leave it. Probably I'm crazy' BUT guess what? The minute I thought it the watter started to flow again... Is like counsciousness has a good sence of humor, like black humor or 'it' decides when things will manifest as one wants...
For example right now I NEED to get out the place I'm currently living, move away with my pets, and I do the same process but nothing happends! Things get worse here and I'm tired. It's been a while that I'm on it so It should work aswell here too. But nothing happends...
Well, my ask was how we bring things to objective consciousness?? if u can enlight me with this I would thankyou for ever! Thankyou beforehand🙏🏻💖 your posts are awesome
BTW Sorry for my english, is not my mother tonge but I'm working on strenghten it😌
your english is fine and thank you for your words :)
there is no subjective to objective you are still seeing a separation. you just replaced “physical reality” and “imaginary” with “subjective” and “objective”. neither of these things exist nor do they matter. as consciousness you are everything and you dont have to do anything. if youre currently very attached to identifying as the ego then its no doubt its hard for you to grasp. and that’s okay. personally i don’t see a problem with you attempting to use loa to manifest your problems away, i do it whenever my ego wont stop bothering me but ill never look to non dualism for a solution as the ego because it doesn’t understand its not real in the first place. you were doing a technique to turn your water on, aka manifesting. you deemed it as a process and the moment YOU were aware of the actual water turning on, not the method making the water turn on, it turned on. even though you consciously used loa, it is still non dualism because thé instant you were aware was the instant it existed. hope this makes sense! good luck on your journey :)
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Another Deaths prison au?? Yes I write a bunch of these while I still hold interest in the topic enough to brain storm ~Bambi
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First night goodnight
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Gabe: *still on the sofa reminiscing with Jack, a couple beers in and growing tired* I think that’s the last of me… how we used to stay up partying until 4am then head to morning drills I don’t know.
Jack: you mean how you managed to do that. I’d always end up taking the day off with muscle strain from carrying Reinhardt home. *snickers and pulls Gabes wheelchair closer for him*
Gabe: *snickers* oh yeah, he kept trying to out drink Vivian even though her body pretty much turned any alcohol into rocket fuel. *moves to sit up and immediately winces in pain* shit- I shouldn’t have laid down…
Jack: This couch has seen better years, I’ll get it replaced…
Gabe: …
Jack: …
Gabe: *timidly reaches his arms up to the sitting soldier* h-help…
Jack: *smiles and sets his almost empty beer down before sliding his arms right past Gabes and around his torso* let me know if it hurts.
Gabe: h-heard that one before- hold on I just needed you to pull meeeEeEEEE! Jack! Put me down!
Jack: *now holding him in a secure but gentle hug as he lifts him into his arms before placing him gently in the chair* You’re already sore just sitting up… *sighs* I know you want some independence with your situation but you just under went a full body extreme surgery Gabriel, you dont have to keep pushing through the pain anymore…
Gabe: … *looks down at the scars on his skin and finally notices the trembling in his hands and fingers from just how shot all his nerves are* …c-can you take me to my room please?… my arms, really, really hurt… *chokes back a slight sob with the last word as he finally lets himself register the literal agony Hes in and has been in for over a decade now*
Jack: *gently takes one of his hands giving it a reassuring squeeze* I’ll get winston to send an electrical wheelchair over tomorrow. *smiles feeling gabe squeeze his hand back just as gently* it’s time to heal now, let me pull the weight from here on out…
*a few hours later*
“Fire?…”
“Ana?! Reinhardt! Gabe? GABE!”
“I can’t breathe”
“GABRIEL!”
“Everything hurts”
“GABE! GABE WHERE ARE YOU?! PLEASE ANSWER ME!”
“I can’t move”
“Gabriel! Gabe- *cough!* no! Let me go! I won’t leave him here! GABRIEL!!!”
“Help…”
“I cant see! Gabriel! Please answer me! GABRIEL!!!”
“Don’t leave me here.”
“GABRIEL!!!!”
Gabe: JACK!!!! *shoots up in his bed and immediately cries out in pain, his whole body freezing as his nerves and muscles sting and contract with the shock of movement* f-fuck-
Athena: motion detected. Whisper activated for night mode. Are you alright Gabriel? Do I need to alert Jack for assistance?
Gabe: n-no… I… I don’t need him I- *grabs his wheelchair and climbs in, literally crying in pain from both his body and the ptsd nightmare* I need… *wheels himself over to the trash can and reaches in pulling out the crumpled up photo he’d tossed in there with his beanie and other articles of unwanted belongings* i- need… *looks at the photo of himself and Jack, crinkled, slightly burned on the edges, but them* I need Jack…
Athena: alerting ja-
???: no need I’m already here…
Gabe: *quickly hides the photo in his sleeve and covers his eyes as the lights flick on revealing the old soldier standing at the door in a shirt and boxers* jack-
Jack: shhh it’s alright I’m here. I heard you from my room are you okay? *hurries across the room to him* bathroom? Panic attack what do you need?…
Gabe: *trying to speak between shaky breaths and sobs he didn’t even realise he was letting out* I?… I… couldn’t- I couldn’t m-move- fire there was-I couldn’t breathe I called for you and y-you couldn’t find me-
Jack: Shh it’s okay, I’m here now… it was just a nightmare… *gently dries his eyes, carefully tucking his hair back and out of the way as he does so* do you want to go back to bed?…
Gabe: *shakes his head*
Jack: …do you want me to stay with you tonight?…
Gabe: *looks up at him with such sad pain filled eyes* …yes…
Jack: okay… *wheels him back to the bed and holds out his arms offering to lift him up*
Gabe: *lifts up his arms to him as he finally starts to calm down* …
Jack: *gently slides one arm around him and another under his legs* hold onto me…
Gabe: *practically wraps his arms around him in a tight hug* …
Jack: *lifts him up and moves to lay him down on the bed only for Gabe to hug tighter* … *lays down beside him letting him hold him* it’s alright now…
Gabe: I heard you calling for me… there was fire… I called for you but you didn’t find me…
Jack: *realising what the nightmare was actually about, holds him closer as he begins to play with his hair hoping it’d comfort him* …I found you now… I will never, leave you behind again…
*the next morning*
Gabe: *swearing and calling Jack every rude name he can think of in English and Spanish under the sun* THAT HURTS ASSHOLE!
Jack: *brushing out the tangled mess that is Gabes long hair* why did you even let it grow this long?! We’re gonna have to start braiding it before bed!!!!
#overwatch#overwatch shitposts#jack morrison#gabriel reyes#reaper#soldier 76#r76#reaper76#deaths prison au
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“sorry for not being there.” | xiao argument and the aftermath
warnings:
my first ever time writing on tumblr so sorry for crappy style😭😭
might contain some bad grammar or spelling
xiao yelling at you and comparing you to traveler
yeah all of that..............................
angst and then fluff at the end
reader with they/them pronouns.
the adeptus infront of you scoffed, “how could you let this happen?” he spoke, his gaze on your injuries around you.
you only looked a different direction, avoiding his gaze. shamefully and awkwardly.
deciding to break the awkward atmosphere between you you spoke up “i.. didn’t want to bother you.” you admitted to him, fidgeting with your fingers.
he sighed, again. the anger inside him growing, he doesn’t know what to say or do. especially if it comes to his s/o. who was harmed.
so you see, you were commissioned to go defeat a big number of camps nearby liyue harbor, guili plains, mingyun village, and the list goes on...
“i’ve told you before, have i not? when you find yourself in danger or cannot kill, speak my name.” he looked away pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“such a simple easy matter, yet you couldn’t do it. how weak.”
this caused you to stop thinking, fidgeting your hands and everything. its as if everything around you stopped for a whole second.
xiao never called you weak, never.
“you know, the traveler would’ve .........” he rambled and scolded on how apparently the traveler is better then you.
he must’ve forgotten how fragile mortals can be, he’s not thinking twice. wasting no time and comparing you to the almighty traveler.
you just stood there, stupidly. like a lost child. truth be told; you were lost. you were losing your sanity, the past few days xiao has been taking his anger off you and comparing you to the ‘famous traveler’.
“are you even listening to me??” he was starting to raise his voice. he never raised his voice at you.
“you know, if the traveler is that better then me.. why dont we break this off and they‘ll be your s/o.” you snapped. you couldn’t take in anymore.
pure silence, it wasn’t comforting at all. it was awkward and hatred was in the air.
but his eyes showed; he didnt mean to compare you to the traveler, they were getting glossy yet he held back the tears. he wants you, only you. no random traveler with a annoying pixie fairy can replace that. yet he didnt say anything.
you felt your vision get blurry from the tears escaping your eyes, you sighed. it was quiet for far too long.
“you know what, never mind. im leaving.” you wiped your tears, walking past your ‘boyfriend’.
“y/n wait-”
“save it.” you left wangshu inn, despite all your injuries and you limping as you walk.
he just stood there, devastated. he couldn’t believe what just happened.
he dropped to his knees, every disgusting negative emotion possible coming to him.
“no, no, no, no, please, y/n. not you too.”
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmxiaoswaist
i mean
it has been a few days since the argument, and he waited
and waited
and waited..
just for you to come back home to him.
all he wanted now was you in his arms again, despite his tsundere-like attitude.
he’s teleported to numerous places in liyue, desperate to find you. and he couldn’t.
more negative thoughts filled and took over his head, what if you died?
he teleported, day and night. he isn’t giving up on you.
“xiao?” a familiar squeaky voice spoke from behind.
stunned, he turned around. his eyes full of worry, but soon calmed down from the presence of the familiar traveler.
“we’ve been commissioned to- hey wait! xiao!!” he wasted no time listening to the annoying pixie, and teleported back to the inn.
tired, he returned to his usual spot where he usually patrolled over liyue.
before he could though, “ah, xiao. you’ve returned. here.” verr goldet (boss lady, owner of wangshu inn) handed the adeptus almond tofu.
he was amazed from the smell, he was starving. he hasn’t eaten anything ever since your argument. he refused to eat anything that wasn’t your cooking.
“a special someone cooked this and ask to drop this off.” the lady spoke with her usual greeting smile.
he could only stare, awkwardly.
“..thanks.” he grabbed the plate, but something snapped.
special someone?
instantly, he teleported to the top of the inn. where you two usually hung out.
he placed the plate down, and looked for you.
there you were, watching the sunset.
“y/n..” he made his way to you slowly, carefully, taking his time as if you were to disappear.
you turned around with a smile on your face.
“xiao!” you greeted, quite happily. as if you two didn’t have argument a few days ago.
“you aren’t.. mad?” he was confused and stopped his tracks, awkwardly staring at your now aided and bandaged bruises and cuts.
“mad? how come?” a confused expression was all over your face, but xiao was even more confused.
before he could ask more “i’ve missed you! come, sit next to me..” you invited him over, moving a bit over for some space.
he wasted no time and sat next to you, distancing a bit in case you want to push him away.
you insisted on pulling him closer, he awkwardly nudged closer to the point you pulled him by his arm and you rested your head onto his shoulder.
his eyes widen, why was this so familiar? nostalgic?
it was quiet, far too quiet. yet it was comforting. the sunset made the scene even prettier.
“you.. don’t remember?” he broke the silence slowly holding your hand.
“hmm, what i remember.. is someone saw me passed out on the road due to the amount of injuries i had, they took me in and cared for me for a few days, i guess. which is why i couldn’t reach to you.”
so you don’t remember.
“i.. i see.” he awkwardly replied.
“i’m sorry.” you spoke gently closing your eyes.
xiao replied “no,” and took both of your hands, making you face him.
‘archons.. what am i doing?’
“i’m.. i should be the one apologizing. i’m so sorry, y/n.” he spoke quietly, leaning your foreheads together. he surely has no idea what he’s doing.
“hm? what are you saying sorry for?” you asked.
“for not being there.”
how was that? did u like it? i hope u did, cause this is my first time writing on tumblr so im still finding this out.😭
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Writing pointers Ive internalised up to now more or less for my own reference no one asked but i needed the refresher
- classic show not tell kinda subscribed to the Palahniuk school i dont have the article on hand but it’s good even though i forget to do it sometimes. My philosophy is show for the 80% of time where showing lets you puppet around sexier pictures, tell for maybe 20% of the time when you have a specific voice to the telling and if the pictures the showing makes are pointless/redundant/slow-downs. okay hey wait I found the article it’s called “Nuts and bolts”
- Ocean Vuong on metaphors where the metaphor HAS to serve a purpose or connect to something, or at least have an “underneath” underside to it that can’t be accessed through any other means, note: sometimes the metaphor comes to you but usually if you feel real strong about it and can’t seem to replace it with anything else then it’s probably got a hidden layer already that will show itself to you with time even if it doesn’t really make sense in the moment. This pointer is the main source of my anguish when i read my old stuff because Im always like fucccckkkkk this metaphor is so gauche, what are you doing
- again i dont fkin remember where this is from but the thing about external/internal prose - God i swear this is from someone’s medium account but i don’t know. Basically interior novels where page space is mainly your character’s thoughts VS physical space novels, with your characters moving around, acting out and interacting with an environment with their thoughts maybe veiled from reader. Kind of ties into Nuts and Bolts with the showing, but on a diff level I like to stay in the external realm in a way where you could block the whole novel as a play with clearer, charming actions that can translate to visually compelling stage directions. Of course it depends on how interior/exterior your narrator/character is but in principle i find it easy to dislike overly interior narrators (why should your reader care what your narrator thinks??)
- secondary to prev point, if the movement/interactions you block aren’t inherently stylish then they should serve a purpose, moving your characters from point A to point B necessitates a relevant activity at point B, a push factor away from point A, or valuable information communicated from what happens in the journey…wait i say stylish a lot i dunno if ykwim best example i can think of is from Miss Julie where (even though it’s secondary to the dialogue at hand) while Julie tries to bargain with Christine you have Jean VISIBLE TO THE AUDIENCE in the wings of the stage sharpening his razor two hands nodding to himself as she repeats exactly the words he used to bargain with her <- THAT is style
- kinda boils down to the common thing about ensuring motivations for all of your characters, like all of them should have wants that drive them to be in places (if you flesh your guys out wholly enough this should come naturally)
- on character voices best if you can reach a point where you can basically hear them chatting at you in your head: best examples I think are like, Mercymorn from the locked tomb (crazy brilliant and bonkers voicing from muir imo), Tennessee williams plays (but they’re plays so obviously the voices are meant to be heard - i just personally haven’t seen any of them performed so i hear them 100% based on williams’ skill in writing dialogue)… no real tips on getting to this point but if you’re going for a specific brogue obviously listening to it helps. Though the point of writing fiction is ofc that it’s fiction and you can make your characters talk funnier and smarter than anyone in real life might so like: liberties, my philosophy is style over realism in the tradition of stage monologues and the like, where your characters chat in the manner you wish people around you talked all the time (STRIKE THROUGH THE MASK!!!!!)
- word count for sake of word count is your enemy if you ever catch yourself writing a scene that bores you, if it bores your reader then no ones gonna be happy. Cut it and frame it in a way that you like enough to keep in at all costs
- lowkey been trying to cut down my semicolon usage because I grudgingly see the value of Cormac Mccarthy stylistic choices but laaaaiiiikeee its hard and sometimes you need it to install a kind of half-breath in your prose - i think the middle ground I want to reach is the use of it as a luxury and not like pepper (literally searched the last chapter for my semicolon usage and its 28 like 3 per thousand words :( help)
- literally never make me read the word cishet in a serious work of writing ever. “Dysphoria” no “trans” its 50/50 “genderfuck” get out of town no “intersectional feminist” no. Okay lol this point is just me being not liking any explicit integration of the present cultural-political terminology into writing and also me being a bit bitchy about this one lgbt cult novel named after a US state if you can guess which. My view is it will always be gauche and i dont like it and it tends to prompt me to say out loud to myself My God I hate gay people
More later if i think of it but i swear ive yet to meet the writing pointer from a true sage that is gonna transform my thinking and make what im capable of transcendental
#Abt the listening to accents point i did like#specifically watching chicken shop date interviews .. that algerian fella who does jokes on tiktok … split decision EP#Legit they were right I dont listen to UK rap if it aint dave or cench#anyway MLE is literally hypnotising#last point#I promise its not like dont write trans narratives its more like if your trans narrative is didactic then just pull a long chu and write#INSUFFERABLE THEORY#Obviously i dont follow all of these all the time esp when im writing for practice and cant be bothered#subscribe at your discretion
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thank you for such a in depth reply! this is my puppet, shes made out of wire and is needle felted. she has some problems like a poorly attached head and currently has no hands, but her body is decently poseable
im defaintly wondering what to use to make them stand up, I wasnt sure if most of your videos were top down or not. it looks like your using some sort of pipe cleaner arm attatched to the wall?
i also saw you had a video where one of the characters was blinking, ive always wondered how stuff like that was done. are the eyelids attatched or just sat ontop of the eyes? they dont look detatchable in the video
its rare i see any stop motion artists active online on sites i use, (though maybe i just dont know where to look) so its very nice to be able to talk to someone about it. im very new to it besides dabbling in it a bit as a kid so any advice or tips is helpful, so thanks so much for sharing your setup
sorry if this is incoherant, its kinda late here
Sorry for the late response. I could have answered earlier, but my anxiety is always getting in the way of things.
That's so cool that you can needle felt and that you put wirres inside it. So it's the same as pipe cleaners material wise. :D Are you going to add hands to your puppet? You probably should do something to atttch the head better so itdoesn't fall off, but things can be fixed after a figure is made, though heads can be tricky to attatch better. I need to know how it's held together. The wires in my pipe cleaner heads go all through the body, I usually make the head first even if it doesn't have all the details at first.
I've made my videos with so many different camera setups and ways of holding my figures up. The first year of videos I made were "filmed" top down. (it's wierd to call it that because this is reeeeeeeaaaaaalllly slow filming:D) My figures were just lying on a fleece blanket with minimal backgrounds often consisting of another color blanket supposrting my figures because they wouldn't look natural lying flat, and the second material was also the ground.
For about the next year I had my figures on an easel instead because the wifi was bad in the new place I lived and as I discovered later, my tablet was just getting old, so I couldn't use two separate devices, one as a camera and one from which to edit. Besides the fact my figures were at a slant instead of top down, I made my animations in much the same way as before. (There were lots of other small changes and improvements amongst using these methods and before I did top down I expereimented with all sorts of different ways, some of them pretty silly and not used for long.)
Taking pictures with the easel was often a fight with gravity and I also wanted to start adding more background pieces, but I didn't want them to be bumped by my crittersmoving, so I had to change my method. So again I went through lots of trial and error like I did before I'd settled on doing the top down picture taking. I tried out all the different methods and ways of holding my critters and backgrounds in place I could think about. I experimented with usign materals that hadn't worked for earlier setups, but that I still had lying around so, why not try them?
Finally I landed upon the setup you saw in my recent video where there are magnets on my easel, I also have ground in my animations. (I didn't have that for most of my earlier animations so yay!) As of about a week I've been using a doll stand stuck to the magnets of the "background wall". (The magnets also help hold background pieces in place.) But the doll stand botem is stuck to the wall so the tall part is facing the back of the critter and I have a pipe cleaner attatched to the part that is supposed to be around the figure's waist. (In the video I replaced the wire part with a pipe cleaner, but the wirre is thicker so now the pipe cleaner is just there becaus it is thinner than the end of the holding thing and is the same color as the figure.)
So, now my figures can move freely in the air attatched by the waist to a stand attatched to the wall. The magnet background is covered with my fleece blanket, and the magnets are strong enough to be able to grab the pipe clenaers through the blanket fluff. The blanket hides them. I also hide the botem of the stand by either it going through a background piece like the leaves of a tree covering it, like in my Shadow and Flicky animation. Or the ground color is pulled up over the stand, like in the one with the little chicken, Cucky. Or it is hidden behind an energy aura like in the one with Shadow floating with the blue energy. I proably shouldn't have shared my secret of how I make these, now people will be looking for where the stand base must be hiding. :D I still have to try out my new idea of how to easily move the stans about with the critters on them. (When you pull the tall part they follow along with that so that has to be the leading part when you move them because it is atatched to one side.)
(I think that description was longer than it needed to be. Oh well)
As for the eyelids. The figure in my animation yesterday has atatched eyelids that can pulled from above the eyes like real eyelids. That is difficult to work with and takes longer. I haven't even animated with the eyelids like that. My critters you see blinking have eyelids that I just set on top of the eyes. At first they were made out of felt, but the felt wasn't always the same color, so they are pipe clenaers, (thin pipe clenaers, not fluffy ones). I have separate pieces for the amount the eyesareopen. I alsohave simular ones for making the eyesopen wider or the pupils dialating. I'vealso used ones for the different mouth shapes, even though that gets trickier for animals who's mouths stick out from their faces. But yeah, it's a thing other stop motion animaters also use. At first the felt pieces I used were sticky, but they don't have to be sticky because the fuzzy felt and gravity hold them in place. It was so cool the first time I saw one of my characters blink in my animation. I first had them blinking too often actually.
When I started making these videos, (I wanted to animate them shortly after I started making things with pipe cleaners, but I had no idea how I'ddo it and itseemed like such a big, imposible progject.) When I finally got good at pipe cleaners and started experimenting with animating with them, it was amazing how many other stop motion animators I found out there. Like, this is an old way of animating, so it's interesting that people still use it. There are lots of Lego animaors, they call their animations Brick Films. After I'd started figuring things out on my own and with advice from others' videos I even discovered other pipe clenaer animators because pipe cleaner creators are also rare unless you are one, and then you start finding them all. :D I had to come up with my own techniques to animate with pipe cleaners because no onehad instructions about that. There are clay animations and lego ones, and I even found a page that's pretty big that does needle felted animations and even made a needle felted videogame.
Stop motion used to be used in movies all the time before computers took over. It's like I was born in the wrong time period. Anyway, there are occasionally Stop Motion movies still. It's nice to be able to talk to somebody about it. I wonder if people I know are starting to get dirven crazy by how I keep talking about a new way of animating my figures. This most recent one has a lot of promise I think. (Though I think that about all of them.:D) So teaching someone about how to make these videos is maybe not the best thing for me to do because I keep changing how I make them every day.
As for actually animating. I think it's just practice and observing what you see and usuaing that useful feature on youtube where you can see individual frames and stuff like that. But mainly it's practice. That's why you wnat to have your figures in a way that you can easily move them. Having a wire frame is great because then they stay where you moved them. That's why my figures also have pipe cleaner hair, so it stays in place. I've been posting videos consitently for over two years, so I've had lots of practice and I hope I'm improving.
Anyway, you can ask me any other questions you like, maybe you can even message me to ask them. I hope you are able tomake some animations and have fun making them. Initial setup is big and scary. I remember making much bigger backgrounds than I eeded to make when you just need what you see on screen. Anyway, so just make what you need for your first animation, maybe even jsut have a blank background for practince. Too many times I've made a big setup jsut to try out one little thing that doesn't work, so just have it so you can practice that one little thing. Even try to move your figures through the motions before taking the pictures to see if they will even move like you like.
Anyway, I hope that helps and makes maybe a little sense, I'm super scatter brained. I hope you will enjoy animating, but it's ok if you don't. The figure you made looks really cute. I'd lketo see other things you've made. Anyway, happy creating!
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ok rewatched the first hunger games movie + took some notes on what stood out to me while i was watching - not as developed as they will be later because im really exhausted and probably should have saved this for tomorrow but. regardless:
the opening, for not being the same as the book, is REALLY good + immediately instils the divide between the attitudes of the capital and the districts. prim’s crying over her nightmare about being chosen directly parallels her crying over katniss taking her place. also the foreshadowing of katniss singing the same lullaby she later sings to rue as she dies……
i dont remember madge being cut out? which is frustrating - her relationship to katniss and her giving katniss the mockingjay pin is a subtle but salient symbol of rebellion, esp considering what the pin becomes for katniss, and one of our firsts. i think prim being the one to give it to katniss holds a lot of weight of course and, if not madge, she is the obvious choice. the pin becomes symbolic of their relationship and the gifting of it still emerges from an act of (unconscious) rebellion. it also works as a replacement especially due to how mockingjays come to resemble rue, furthering the parallels between the two for katniss. i wish they hadnt cut madge because i think she’s an important character w what she represents, but if anyone had to replace her giving katniss the pin, prim makes the most sense
the contrast between effie and the residents of district 12 is really well done
i forgot they cut out the baker (peeta’s father) speaking to katniss + giving her the cookies as well…. annoying. again i get that, like madge, hes more of a subtle character but his role is still important….
rue’s introduction in the training having her steal cato’s knife w/o anyone noticing her and establishing instant fondness from katniss + thresh….really good :(
the addition of a scene of haymitch watching a capitol family + scowling was good
they cut out a lot of katniss + peeta’s early relationship which is a weird choice? because that of course sets up what peeta says in his interview + their relationship in the games
when the anthem plays + shows the dead tributes they are not referred to by name only by district. huge example of the dehumanisation + stripping of identities
linking back to rue’s introduction during the training: seems like they had her steal cato’s knife as foreshadowing for them having her be the one (instead of katniss) to take the bow from glimmer
they dont spend enough time on the development of katniss + rue’s relationship…theres 5 minutes if that dedicated to it leading up to her death. rue’s death is of course still impactful but rushing that development and cutting out so much is a disservice i think
im not entirely sure my full thoughts on them replacing district 11 sending katniss bread with showing an overt riot in 11 - on one hand, it takes advantage of the more omniscient perspective of the movie, but its also another example of the movie cutting out these more “subtle” symbols of rebellion (like madge, like the baker, like the avox) which is frustrating because those are extremely important as a build up eg
they gave cato a whole monologue in his final moments which gives a LOT of additional depth to his character and to the mindset of the careers + how poisoned said mindset has been by the capital via propaganda….if only they could have allowed thresh to have all the lines he already had in the book as well
i do think they really effectively took advantage of the movie's omniscient perspective to show what is occurring outside the arena during the games in parts, though i also think the loss of katniss' narration wasnt made up for in places also (largely regarding her + peeta's relationship, but also generally)
#i still think these movies are whole case studies though considering what the series is literally a commentary on. really + truly#but these are just a few notes on the movie removed from that#★: textbox
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