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madelinemccoolname · 3 months

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Slime girl hrt

So, you’ve decided you’re a slimegirl. I’ve been on fluid replacement therapy, commonly referred to as slime hrt or shortened to frt, for five years but I haven’t managed to find a decent guide on the effects I’ve been experiencing anywhere on the internet. So I’ve decided to make this little guide for anyone who might still be on the fence. Keep in mind obviously I don’t speak for everyone and other goorl’s timelines might look a little bit different based on like genetics or something.

0-6 months

• For the first 3 months the effects are, I’m told, similar to estrogen’s first couple months, you’ll notice for sure your skin getting softer, your face might round out a bit, but the most you get are the side effects

• I personally was not prepared for how thirsty I got, I had heard about it but you really don’t know how much of your body isn’t liquid until you’re replacing all of it

• At 4 months is when I noticed my skin and body were moving kinda differently, tho this got the most pronounced at 6 months

• At 6 months all of my skin rippled like the surface of a pond whenever anyone touched me or like if the wind started blowing

• My joints got a lot more flexible, and my elbows and knees became double jointed (don’t do this too much)

• My hair didn’t get tangled overnight anymore

• My finger prints went away

6-12 months

• Here’s where the real magic starts, I got a lot thirstier for one and specifically had cravings for gatorade, I think this has something to do with slimegirls being partially salt water, but it could also be the food coloring in it (this is a joke about me drinking a lot of light blue gatorade and then being light blue)

• On the subject of color my skin got a sort of blue tinge to it, and most notably got completely see through by my 8 month mark

• The changes start from the thinnest part of your body and goes in towards your core, so even by 5 months your fingertips might be completely clear

• This next part is partially why I wanted to make this guide, so obviously your body doesn’t liquify at the same rate all over, for me this meant I was able to see the muscle in my upper arms if I looked through my fingers, this is both normal and something you’re going to have to get used to as you continue your journey

• Your toes are also going to turn at the same rate, this will probably be your first experience with lint getting in your slime bits, you don’t need to worry about your bloodstream getting infected with sock but regularly picking out bits is good hygiene and something you wanna get into the habit of

• My hair officially finished it’s transition into one solid shape, it still had defined follicles but if you tried to grab a strand of hair the rest would try to come with it

• People also started to ask me who dyed my hair, please note it’s always funny to say “it’s the way Goo-d made me” in response to this

12-24 months

• This window is larger than the others because all you’re going to notice from now on are the big changes

• Avoid tanktops past 14 months, your arms should be entirely translucent at this point and while having a buncha stuff floating around in my goo is kinda gender for me, people generally do not like to see slightly dissolved organs and ribcage

• 14 months was also when I noticed that my arm bones had entirely disappeared, my leg bones were also just barely holding in there, moving without bones was so freeing

• if you ever want anyone you know to stick their fingers in your slime, now’s probably the first time anyone's willing to stick their fingers far into your arms and legs, try to get them to wiggle their fingers. if they’re really adventurous they’ll stick their whole arm through to the other side, which still makes me a little squeamish

• Now that we’re at the part where I was mostly slime, we should probably talk about slime color. I’m going to dispel this misinformation, there is no way to find out what color a slimegirl is going to be before she starts transitioning. Some people say its eye color but that’s a lie. I am naturally a blue slime girl but my eyes pretransition were green. To dispel another myth you can dye yourself with food coloring, so you don’t even really have to stress about it

• By 18 months the only part of me that wasn’t slime was my head, the skull takes the longest time to dissolve because you’re doing the skull and all the organs in there all at once, see the human body really really wants to keep the brain safe, so when your brain gets the signal to get rid of your bones, it just does it all at once

• Some people say their eyesight got better, tho that seems to be anecdotal (mine stayed the same sadly)

• 18 months is also when I started experimenting with my shape. This was probably the most frustrating part of it for me, shapeshifting your goo is like a muscle, the more you do it the easier it’ll get. If you want a specific shape, spend enough time in it, and it’ll become your default shape, though you’ll never forget your original shape.

• 24 months is the last point I want to cover, by 24 months I was 100% liquid, the heavy viscosity from early transition leads to something closer to a liquid jello. I can detach parts of my body and then move to replace it, and I can reabsorb the parts I leave behind

• Clothes should rest just on the surface of you, though I know a lot of girls just change themselves to look clothed (probably more than you think ;)

• Suspenders and heavy cardigans break surface tension for me, luckily that's also a cute look so sometimes I match my cardigan with overalls for an aquarium effect on the overall straps

• This was also when I stopped breathing and going to the bathroom

• Some people report “knowing” when certain parts of their brain turn into goo, I didn’t experience that but it certainly could happen

Things I didn’t know where else they would fit

• I feel like a lot of this post was mainly dry, so in the interest of avoiding having a dry slime girl post, this section will mostly just be slime things that brought me joy

• I love speaking in slime puns, I keep a little book of slime puns and slant rimes just in case the slime arises that i would ever ooze some

• Being out in the rain or being out on a windy day is so much better when you can feel your entire body move in the wind, in particular go out on a rainy day without anything on, and lay down on the ground, the rain rippling through your entire body is heavenly

• Speaking of weather, when I first noticed I was refracting light on a sunny day I almost started crying, I felt so pretty and right :)

• I said I stopped needing to use the bathroom, but I still do siphon off some goo once a month. Mostly this is to get out bits of trash that accumulate and also because it feels exactly like taking a shower after a hard sweaty day’s work

• Speaking of bits, get a powerful magnet and metal shaving and you could probably waste a whole day just moving metal shavings through your body

• This might be a bit late in the guide for this, but when my arms finally turned I pulled a great prank on my at the time girlfriend by sticking my hand into a blender (do not do this if you still have bones, or value your girlfriend not being really really mad at you)

So that's all you need to know before starting frt, becoming the slime of your dreams is a difficult and beautiful process. I know a lot of what i described here might be frightening but if it sounds enticing at all know that it’s worth it.

#hrt that makes you slime #slime girls #slimegirl #slimegender #slimegirls #slime girl #fantasy hrt #creative writing #my writing #writing #slime #the writer's poorly disguised transition goals #slight body horror #transgender #goo girl #goo #monster girl

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venuslcver · 8 days

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RELENTLESS PT. 4 ⋆

pairing: pushyex!rafe x kook!reader

synopsis: you find that the day after your encounter with rafe, your ex-boyfriend, both of you seemed to have different expectations for how your relationship stands.

tw: feminine described character, ex-lovers, pining, profanity, toxic love (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

hearing the ring of the doorbell, you threw on your pink satin victoria secret robe, flying down the newly done, wooden stairs in your house. you must have finally got the package that you had been waiting at least five days for, it contained multiple new outfits that you would consider dying for. i mean it was the bare minimum considering how beautiful they were.

forcing the door open abrasively, you let a sign when you didn't find a large package on your porch, but flowers...

picking up the rather generously large bouquet, you searched for any type of identification for the giver of the breathtaking, hand-picked flowers.

it can't be from rafe

there is no possible way in hell it's from rafe. seeing the hand-written note, "a gift for making you sore last night- rafe"

letting out an obnoxiously loud scoff, it seemed to concern your mother enough to walk onto the main foyer, "oh wow! who are those from?"

quickly plucking the inappropriate note from the eye line of her, you began to walk up the stairs, "I have no idea"

"huhh, that's weird. anyways you need to meet your father at the golf course at arou-", taking a moment to look at her vintage watch, "around 12:30"

continuing your pace up the stairs through the entirety of the conversation, "sounds good, you meeting us after for dinner, right?"

"yes, dear"

laying the flower vase onto your dresser, sliding your robe off, you continue getting dressed for a round of golf with your dad and a couple of his friends. surprisingly they were actually were quiet entertaining, especially when they got a little drunk on the course. which naturally guaranteed that you would whoop their asses in golf.

pulling up in your own separate golf cart, you were greeted by the old men; your dad, aaron, mark, and ward. you met officially rafe through ward, he would occasionally join a game with his dad instead of just his buddies. and soon enough he was fucking you in a secluded part of the golf course.

"god i'm rusty" you thought.

you started to get into the rhythm by the second hole, just as you began to laugh at a joke that aaron, mia's dad, said, you see a distant golf cart edge closer and closer to the game that you guys were currently playing.

there is no fucking way in hell it's really him

sure enough, coming speeding up on one wheel, was rafe with a large smile on his face, and alcoholic beverage in hand. coming to a halting stop, rafe stalked closer, not before resting an arm around your shoulder, subconsciously fiddling with the straps of your shirt. there you stood, not able to move away from his touch. your dad looked utterly confused at the current situation unfolding in front of him.

"sorry guys, accidentally let time get away from me"

a synchronized "no problem" quickly left the older guy's mouths. hearing a deeper voice, you snapped out of your current thought process, "I didn't even get a thank you for the flowers"

purposefully speaking with a low tone while seemingly smiling, "i thought the fact that i left in a hurry, let you know that i regret what happened"

a little harsh

you saw rafe's face dropped quick to turn pale in color, though, only for a split second before putting up his usual cold exterior.

"baby, you want'a drink?", rafe asked loud enough for everyone to hear without question. simply because he knew that it would piss you just as much as you did to him. though his comment would never hurt you— unlike yours.

the five older men all glanced at each other for a brief moment before attempting to focus back on the game.

he has truly reached another level of douchebag

and that is exactly what you told him, propping your bodyweight on top of your toes, whispering into his ear, "your truly such'a dick, you know that"

before he could come up with a counterargument, he began to get heckled, "it's your turn rafe" "come on, it's your turn, man"

by the time that the game had concluded, rafe had somehow wormed his way into also having dinner with your family at the country club. and considering that rafe would be joining for dinner, your dad decided that he would drive home and get your mom, while you began getting settled at the reserved table.

which lead to the current moment— you and rafe sitting at the dinner table alone. looking into your eye line, the beach sunset through the wall of windows, which made you wish that you could slam your head into the window hard enough to get out of the awkward situation. clearing his throat, "soo, you got any idea of what your gonna order?"

looking over at rafe, you could tell that he had something else on his mind, something that caused him to soften his eyes when you made eye contact with him for the first time in hours, "no one is around, what's a 'matter?"

scanning the surrounding area, seeing that not a single soul was close enough to hear anything that rafe would say— when he potentially expelling his feelings. real human feeling. those of which he lacked for most of his life.

"w-why'd you b-break up... with me?" he leaned forward, eyes barely able to hold eye contact.

#rafe x you #rafe smut #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #dark rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron thoughts #outer banks smut #outer banks rafe #outer banks fanfiction #⋆ rafe cameron fic ⋆#pushyex!rafe

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sunshine-on-marz · 5 months

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You are in love

Spencer Reid x reader (song fic)

@st4rgzer thanks for the idea hun!!

One look, dark room. Meant just for you

“Are you ok Spence?” Your voice shook him from his trance “yea. I’m fine.” He smiles, that same little smile you’d grown to love so much

Time moved too fast. You play it back

You looked magical. Excitedly explaining your weekend to Morgan. “What are we talking about?” Spencer asks softly, he didn’t want to interrupt but he knew he needed to be apart of the conversation or he’d go insane. You smile and start your story from the top, this is Spencer’s idea of perfection in a person.

Buttons on a coat. Light-hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough

Spencer looked out of it. You hadn’t shown up to work that day and Hotchner wouldn’t say why. You weren’t answering anyone’s calls either. Emily walked over to his desk. “Go check on Y/N for me, will you Spencer?” I winks “I’ll take care of Hotch. Just go check on her” Spencer nods, practically running out of the office.

Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight. The light reflects. The chain on your neck. He says, "Look up". And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough

He’d knocked on your door at 5 in the afternoon, it was currently 12. You were in his car, on the way to his house. You’d told him you needed a mental health day. “I’m worried about you” is all he’d said back. “You probably should be” you didn’t mean to sound as desperate as you did, but your voice cracked when you said it. Before you knew it he was in the doorway of your bedroom as you packed a bag with something to wear in the morning. He’d practically begging you to come stay with him, but truth be told you didn’t want to be alone just as bad he wanted you to be with him. He pointed a bit, gesturing through the windshield to the moon. “It’s pretty” you say, he hums. There’s something behind his tone, but nothing you plan on focusing on, not right now.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you. You can feel it on the way home, way home, you. You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love

His heart was racing, he slowly reached over and interlocked his fingers with yours. You don’t say anything, just squeeze his hand with your own.

Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt. He keeps his word. And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much. But it said enough.

You’d figured he was lying when he said neither of your would work the next day. But he held true, you woke up at 11 to Spencer in the kitchen panicking a bit. “What’s wrong Spence?” You giggled from the sofa. “Burned breakfast” he mumbles. And you genuinely laugh for the first time in what feels like days. You walk over to him, silently, and hugged him. “Let’s go get something then” you smile.

You kiss on sidewalks

The walk to the bakery was short, but it was nice, his hand in yours, until he stops. “Hey Y/N?” He says softly “hi Spencer” you smile “can I kiss you?” He asked, his hand detangling from yours to find its place cupping your cheek, you nod. As his lips touch yours, it isn’t fireworks, but you didn’t expect it to be. It was gentle and quiet and soft. No part of loving Spencer Reid was an explosion, all of it was peace.

You fight and you talk

You two did fight sometimes, like all couples do, but fighting with Spencer is different. The two of you fight with the desperation you had to get together. You want it to end so you can be hopelessly in love with each other, and put back on the rose colored glasses that feel so heavy when they slide off the bridge of your nose. Every fight ends the same, crying and apologizing until someone’s asleep or laughing. That was the beauty of it.

One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says “You're my best friend”. And you knew what it was. He is in love

As you lay in his bed next to him, his half asleep face graced with a small smile as you run your fingers through his hair. “You’re gorgeous Spencer” you smile. “You’re the best thing in my life, you’re my best friend Y/N” he says, kissing your hand which had moved from his hair to his jaw. “Really?” You ask, your eyes tell a different story, your eyes flickering from his lips to the rest of his face, fruitlessly trying to read between the lines of what he’d said. “I’m in love with you Y/N. I want you to be more than just my best friend”. That was it. You can hear it in the silence, silence, you run your fingers up his jaw, stopping at the nap of his neck, gently pressing to make him move forward. You can feel it on the way home, way home, you remember it so vividly, they way he’d looked as he drove you to his place for the first time, now you know what that look meant. You can see it with the lights out, lights out. He gently pulls you against him, kissing you as he does. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks. You nod.

You are in love, true love

This was so freaking fun I wanna do more holy crap I love song fics

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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gimmethatagustd · 1 month

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venor (7) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,802

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death, chase scene (you'll know when you get to it), what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick

○ Notes: Somewhat of a content warning (?), a character in this chapter makes a joke about Taehyung (allegedly) having male tiger anatomy, which, if you know anything about tigers, is... odd, to put it nicely 😅 So just be prepared for that LOL. I remember the first time I read a tiger hybrid Taehyung fic with *whispers* barbed penises. Does anyone ever forget their first time with something like that?? For those of you who are not into that, don't worry. Venor Taehyung has a very normal dick. I'm just a clown.

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

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○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

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Taehyung’s sweatpants are massive on Jungkook. Black and loose, they’re a different style than the tight, tapered fit that Jungkook is accustomed to wearing. He has to roll the pants a few times at the waistband so they aren’t as baggy on his legs and fit his hips a little tighter.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks; he swears he’s been blushing ever since Taehyung kissed him. Touching his hot skin with cool fingertips, he checks his appearance in the bathroom mirror, leaning over the edge of the sink counter to get a better look at himself. The bathroom is much cleaner than he expected, with a clear counter and unblemished mirror. Perhaps it’s wrong for him to make assumptions about a predator’s dormitory based on what he has heard from other people. Proud of his open-mindedness, Jungkook often becomes disappointed in himself when he has such thoughts. Luckily, spending time with Taehyung has helped Jungkook understand more.

As Yoongi said, Jungkook still has much to learn, but he isn’t afraid of that process like many other prey seem to be.

Taking a deep breath to calm his thunderous heart, Jungkook grabs his dirty skinny jeans from where he neatly folded them on the closed toilet lid. The slick-stained parts are folded inward so he can avoid touching the damp fabric and furthering his embarrassment. Considering he had to sit on Taehyung’s jacket during the car ride home makes it even worse, so Jungkook tries shoving that thought deep in his brain. He can fret over that later at night while trying to fall asleep — a problem for Future Jungkook.

Not to mention how his scent had clouded the car so severely that Taehyung had to lower the windows.

“You okay, bun?”

Taehyung’s voice breaks Jungkook from his spiraling thoughts. He gives himself one last look in the mirror before slowly turning the doorknob and slipping out of the bathroom with light steps.

Predator dorms are comparable to prey dorms. They’re also in apartment style, though each roommate has a private bedroom, rather than sharing like Jungkook and Yoongi do. It seems rather unfair, even though Taehyung claims the reason is because predators are too big to share such small rooms.

Jungkook thinks having his own space would be nice, particularly during the embarrassing parts of adult life… heats. Yoongi and Jungkook have yet to have one this year, and neither have been brave enough to have a conversation about what will happen once they do.

Another problem for Future Jungkook.

Taehyung has his backpack slung over his shoulder, and Jungkook’s in his hand, where Jungkook finds him standing in the hallway. He has also changed, now wearing sweatpants identical to Jungkook’s. With fluffy hair and such casual clothes, Taehyung looks unbelievably domestic and soft — so different than how he usually appears. It makes Jungkook feel even warmer in the face.

“Hi,” Jungkook greets, taking his backpack from Taehyung. “Thank you for letting me borrow these.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Short and to the point, Taehyung punctuates his statement with a lopsided grin before gesturing for Jungkook to follow him to his bedroom. It may be pathetic how easily Taehyung affects Jungkook, even without speaking much at all, but at this point, Jungkook has accepted it.

He’s in over his head, and he doesn’t care.

“You can take the desk or the bed,” Taehyung offers as he gets comfortable in his bed with his backpack at his side.

His bed is relatively large, so it’s pushed up against the wall in one corner of the bedroom to make space for the rest of his furniture.

Being in Taehyung’s bedroom is a strange feeling. After seeing Taehyung as a mystery for so much of the semester, Jungkook is now gaining insider knowledge about Taehyung’s life, making him more enamored with the tiger hybrid.

"Y'know, you're not supposed to do homework in your bed. It can mess with your sleep cycle," Jungkook points out, but still gets settled next to Taehyung on the bed. They sit facing each other, Taehyung at the top of the bed and Jungkook at the bottom.

"And yet here you are." Taehyung smirks and takes out his laptop.

"Leave me alone."

Taehyung does just that, turning his focus to the assignment they're working on.

Despite Jungkook’s nervousness at the art museum, he sits cross-legged on Taehyung’s bed without his stomach twisting into knots. Instead, he feels comforted, surrounded by Taehyung’s scent and the quiet lofi playlist shuffling through the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser.

It helps that Taehyung’s bedroom has a relaxing aura. The room is dotted with plants, some in large pots on the floor in the corners that aren’t occupied by beige and forest green furniture, others in tiny pots decorating his dresser and the small desk against the wall opposite his bed. The walls are painted a soft, mossy green — something Jungkook didn’t realize students were allowed to do in their dormitories. There may be a stereotype in the thought, but Jungkook can’t help thinking that Taehyung’s room is like a mini forest.

“I really like how you decorate your room,” Jungkook compliments Taehyung with a small smile.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Taehyung doesn’t look up from his laptop, but his cheeks turn a dusty pink.

Taehyung’s reaction makes Jungkook’s smile grow. He loves how shy Taehyung gets when complimented, almost as though he can’t handle a taste of his own medicine, though Jungkook is nowhere near as sauve as Taehyung is.

“My, uh, my eomma used to love plants,” Taehyung says softly. “She worked at a greenhouse and would always bring home seeds for me to plant in our garden at home.”

Taehyung’s response comes after a few minutes of silence, almost long enough for Jungkook to have forgotten what they were talking about. His curly bangs fall into his eyes, and his head is bent, so Jungkook doesn’t have a clear view of his face, but he notices Taehyung’s use of past tense when referring to his mother.

“Did you get any of these from her?”

When he looks up, Taehyung’s face is stoic. He points to a small but tall, leafy plant in a pot on the windowsill beside the bed. The pot is simple terracotta and sits on a matching plate to capture water leakage.

“It’s a geranium. They’re perennial flowers, so they last forever, really, if you care for them properly. I’ve had that one for four years.”

Taehyung’s ears perk up, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at the plant with what Jungkook realizes is affection. Coupling that with the excitable flick of Taehyung’s tail, Jungkook isn’t sure if his heart can handle all of it.

“What color is it when it blooms?”

“It starts kind of white? But when it fully blooms, it’s a light pink. It has all these little clusters…” Taehyung trails off and clears his throat, ducking his head again when he catches Jungkook staring at him.

Deciding to let the topic end organically, Jungkook doesn’t press Taehyung any further. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, appreciative of Taehyung sharing what seems like personal information about himself he must not talk about with many other people.

For a while, they work in silence. They’re required to research and write an analysis of a piece of artwork from the museum and end the semester with a presentation that they give to the rest of the class. Since Jungkook and Taehyung have picked the same artwork — a bust of Nefertiti — they decide to pair up for the presentation.

It’s logical to work together. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?

Jungkook doesn’t think it does. They’ve spent nearly two hours at Taehyung’s dorm, and not once has Taehyung done anything to imply that he’s interested in Jungkook, despite what happened at the museum. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or rejected. He also has minimal experience with this kind of stuff, so he’s not sure what’s supposed to happen anyway.

Despite their studious focus, it doesn’t take Jungkook long to interrupt Taehyung’s work again.

“Do you think predators and prey should be separated all the time?” Jungkook asks, pausing his work on the document he has pulled up on his laptop. He watches Taehyung do the same when he sets his laptop on the bed beside him.

“Kind of?” Taehyung responds after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowed in thought like they had been at the art museum. “Why?”

“I think it’s dumb. What’s so different about me and you?” Jungkook gestures to Taehyung and then himself with a wave of his hand. “We’re all the same, really.”

“Are we?” Taehyung asks with an amused smirk. He leans his shoulder against the wall and keeps his feline eyes locked on Jungkook’s face.

“Yes…” The way Taehyung asks makes Jungkook feel like he’s somehow wrong.

“I think there are a lot of differences between me and you.”

“Well, of course, there are some differences…” Jungkook trails off when Taehyung ghosts his fingers along the curve of his knee. The touch trails goosebumps along his skin despite the barrier of fabric the sweatpants provide.

“Prey are open books, Jungkook,” Taehyung says with his feline eyes still on Jungkook. “Predators keep things hidden, and that’s why we have to be separate in school, until we learn how to stay hidden.”

Jungkook frowns. It’s an ominous response, too vague for Jungkook to understand. A part of him wants to tell Taehyung that he’s the first predator Jungkook has ever met, but he’s afraid of what Taehyung might think. Before, it didn’t seem important, but now…

There’s something new about the atmosphere in the bedroom that puts Jungkook on edge. It feels too hot, like Taehyung’s body heat is flooding the room. His skin prickles with goosebumps along his sides where his cropped sweater doesn’t reach the waistband of his sweatpants. It’s akin to a fever that sweeps over one’s body like a thunderstorm.

Suddenly astutely aware of his own body, Jungkook’s breathing quickens, coming out as shallow breaths that make his chest flutter. Each burst of breath leaves him feeling dizzier than the last.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook asks, “What does that even mean? What’s hidden?”

“Urges,” Taehyung murmurs, his tone lower than it had been. When Taehyung blinks, a shiver crawls down Jungkook’s spine, and his feverish skin grows cold.

Taehyung’s pupils are dilated.

Run.

The command echoes from deep inside Jungkook’s brain. He holds his breath, gulping it down as he watches Taehyung’s pink tongue glide across his canines.

Releasing the fluffy blanket comforter he’s sitting on from cramped fingers, Jungkook wipes his clammy hands on the blanket. He slams his laptop shut and scrambles off the bed right before Taehyung grabs him.

His heart pounds in his chest as he makes a break for the bedroom door on shaky legs. When he flings the door open, he nearly slips.

“Come back, little bunny,” Taehyung calls out as Jungkook sprints down the hallway, the dark tone of his voice cut with an amused edge.

Taehyung doesn’t bother running; he doesn’t need to. He’s already fast with a wide gait, covering more ground with long legs than Jungkook can.

The dorm doesn’t have anywhere for Jungkook to hide. Everywhere he turns is a dead end. At first, he considers the kitchen, but it’s large and fairly empty, with only the kitchen table and chairs to hide beneath. Making a last-minute decision, he bolts for the living room, skidding around the corner as his socks slide on the wood flooring.

“Jungkook, come back,” Taehyung says in a singsong voice that makes the hair on the back of Jungkook’s neck stand up.

Jungkook’s bright eyes scan the living room, bouncing back and forth to find somewhere to go. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his body feels warm and soupy, even with the adrenaline pumping through him. Part of him wants to run, but there’s another, scarier part that wants to submit to the predator stalking him in the hall.

Taehyung is playing. Even though Jungkook knows little about predators, he knows Taehyung is playing with him. If Taehyung were serious, he would have snatched Jungkook already. Still, it feels real. Perhaps it’s because neither of them are thinking with their human brains.

Climbing over the couch to hide behind it, Jungkook crouches just as Taehyung pokes his head in the living room.

“I know you’re in here, bun,” Taehyung murmurs. Jungkook hears him inhale deeply through his nose with a pleased rumble in his chest.

Jungkook almost wants to say something, to expose himself. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, though he doesn’t know why or how he knows that. The adrenaline rush and heightened senses flooding his system wipe away any rational thought, until the only thing Jungkook can think about is Taehyung.

The wood floor creaks as Taehyung walks through the living room. He's close enough that Jungkook can smell him. His scent is different, though. It’s richer, earthier, more primal. Breathing it in makes Jungkook’s mouth dry, and, to his horror, he feels slick trickle between his cheeks.

He claps his hand over his mouth to keep quiet as he hears Taehyung’s steps get closer. Still, he screams when Taehyung hops over the back of the couch and lands on his feet beside where he crouches.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook squeals when Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and throws him onto the couch, his body bouncing slightly on the springy cushions.

Jungkook’s high squeal ends in a fit of panicked giggles when Taehyung looms over him.

“Do you get it now, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks with a voice so deep that Jungkook swears he feels it rumble in his own chest.

Taehyung’s eyes are still wild, pupils blown out, as he kneels on the couch. He keeps one knee between Jungkook’s spread legs and leans forward with his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head, just above his shoulders. Taehyung’s ears lie flat, getting lost in his coppery curls, and his tail swishes behind him.

“Yes,” Jungkook whispers. It’s more of a question than a confirmation.

“I could devour you.”

Taehyung speaks against the soft hollow of Jungkook’s neck, the light touch of his soft lips making Jungkook sigh. He pulls at the collar of Jungkook’s sweater with his teeth, lightly grazing the skin beneath.

“Taehyung…”

Jungkook quickly forgets what he is going to say when he feels the tip of Taehyung’s tongue flick against the scent gland on his neck. Too reminiscent of a mating bite, Jungkook instinctually grabs Taehyung’s head, his fingers slipping into Taehyung’s curls and brushing against his fuzzy ears. The action draws a low rumble from Taehyung that Jungkook recognizes as a purr.

The sound of the front door unlocking and swinging open makes Jungkook jolt. He tightens his grip on Taehyung’s hair and tries pushing him away when he hears footsteps coming down the hall.

“What the fuck!” A vaguely familiar voice shrieks, finally breaking Taehyung out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Blinking a few times as he sits up on the couch, Taehyung’s pupils slowly constrict until they return to their normal size. He takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and turns to look at Hoseok, who stands in the living room doorway.

“Hi,” Taehyung growls. Clearing his throat, he tries greeting his roommate again, “Hi, Hobi hyung.”

The snake hybrid looks past Taehyung to stare at Jungkook. Jungkook’s face is on fire, not only because he has been caught in a rather compromising position with Taehyung but also because he’s wet and hard.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok whines with a defeated slump of his shoulders, “How many times do I have to tell you not to fuck people in the living room! I hate it! I hate walking in on you! It’s never not going to be awkward; I don’t care how many years we live together!”

Jungkook scowls without meaning to. It's a tiny scrunch of his face born out of the mention that Taehyung has had sex with people on that couch. He thinks Taehyung notices his sour look out of the corner of his eye or perhaps the sour note to his scent, but he doesn't say anything.

With an irritated grumble, Taehyung grabs one of the small decorative pillows on the couch and chucks it at Hoseok.

“We’re not fucking!”

Hoseok’s tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, and Jungkook realizes it’s forked at the tip.

“It smells like you are!”

“Well, we’re not.”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung hauls himself off the couch. He offers Jungkook his hand, and Jungkook accepts it eagerly, needing all the help he can get to stand.

The fear of getting caught and the annoyance at Taehyung's sex life washed over Jungkook like an ice bath, cooling his body down until he’s only half hard, his arousal not noticeable through his sweatpants but still apparent in his scent. After today, Jungkook isn’t sure if he ever wants to step foot outside his dorm ever again.

“Um, hi,” Jungkook says quietly with a small wave in Hoseok’s direction.

Despite his annoyance with Taehyung, Hoseok beams when he realizes Jungkook is the poor person who had been beneath Taehyung.

“Jungkook-ah! It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to properly greet you and prevent Taehyung from jumping you,” Hoseok glares at Taehyung, who refuses to look anywhere but at the floor. “Our first prey guest in our apartment, and he’s attacked by a wild animal. Lovely.”

Hoseok throws his hands up and turns on his heel, dropping his backpack in the hall as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Are you all hungry? We’ve got beer, and I kind of want to order pizza,” Hoseok shouts from the kitchen.

Finally looking up, Taehyung gives Jungkook a small smile.

“Sorry, bun, I…” Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t look Jungkook in the eyes. He clears his throat again, still unable to shake the roughness of his tone, and seems to go in a different direction with his thoughts. “Do you need new pants again?”

Mortified, Jungkook covers his face with his hands and slowly nods.

Even after Taehyung has gotten him yet another pair of sweatpants, Jungkook can barely keep his embarrassment inside. He doesn't understand what came over him - or Taehyung, for that matter. They'd both acted so strangely, so animalistic. It's equal parts terrifying and exciting. There’s not much in life that Jungkook feels he can say in absolutes, but he knows for a fact that he’s not going to survive Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook quickly realizes that having Hoseok around cuts down on the strange, heavy tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. He serves as a social buffer, it being impossible to feel anything but excitable joy around a man who blooms like a sunflower in summer. He follows through with ordering them pizza, insisting that, as their guest, Jungkook doesn’t need to pay. Even when Jungkook accidentally lets slip an enthusiastic little wiggle when the food arrives, Hoseok doesn’t bat an eye.

The three of them crowd together on the couch with a massive pizza box open on the coffee table in front of them and an anime Jungkook has never watched playing on the TV. A few empty beer bottles surround the box, most belonging to Hoseok and Taehyung. Beer always seemed like such a predator drink that Jungkook never acquired a taste for it.

Jungkook is pleased to learn that Hoseok isn’t as scary as he initially assumed he would be as a snake hybrid. At one point, he even lets Jungkook touch his scales.

“Honestly, I don’t have much feeling in my scales,” Hoseok explains as he offers Jungkook his arm. “I guess if you, like, stabbed me, I would feel it. It would be hard, though. They’re tough.”

White scales creep around Hoseok’s wrist and travel up his arm in small patches, circling his elbow and dotting a path to his shoulder that disappears beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. Jungkook touches the scales gently with two fingers even though Hoseok insists that nothing Jungkook does will be uncomfortable. They’re much smoother than Jungkook expected, reflecting the colorful scenes flashing across the TV screen.

“They’re cool,” Jungkook says with a smile.

Taehyung shifts in his seat, twisting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and his chin in his hand. He sighs loudly as he does it, which makes Jungkook side-eye him, but Hoseok doesn’t pay him any mind.

“Thank you!” A friendly grin follows everything Hoseok says.

“Really cool, actually. I wish I had something more fun about myself.”

“You do!” Hoseok gently hits Jungkook’s arm to scold him. “Your ears are so fun!”

Jungkook gives Hoseok a skeptical look that he also ignores.

“Can you lift them up? Like straight in the air?” Hoseok asks as he reaches out to touch one of Jungkook’s ears.

Before Hoseok’s fingers brush against the tip of Jungkook's ear, Taehyung grips Jungkook's thigh. It’s a rough squeeze that makes Jungkook’s entire body tingle. When Jungkook and Hoseok give Taehyung incredulous looks, he makes a sound almost like a whine in the back of his throat. He tries to mask it with a cough, but Hoseok is already on his case.

“Aish, I’ll fuck off if you’re going to be annoying, Tae,” Hosek grumbles. He abandons his mission to feel Jungkook’s silky ears and reaches for another slice of pizza instead.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung sounds strained as he speaks. “We’re good.”

Maybe Jungkook should feel offended or even concerned that Taehyung is behaving so possessively. Instead, it makes him feel a fuzzy sense of euphoria that turns his brain to soup. He’s so content that he finds himself too forthcoming with his affection, easily nestling against Taehyung’s side once he finishes his pizza.

“If my parents knew I was hanging out with two predators, they’d try to pull me out of school,” Jungkook muses.

“Really?” Hoseok asks between sips of the last beer. He’s bright pink in the face, and his previous energy seems depleted.

“Mhm, they are really… cautious with me.”

“Jungkook was sheltered,” Taehyung adds on unnecessarily, earning from Jungkook a playful elbow to the ribs.

Jungkook’s eyes are on the anime, but his mind is on Taehyung, who slowly slips his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer. The action takes forever, almost as if Taehyung doesn’t want anyone to notice what he’s doing. It’s cute how subtle he’s trying to be and how terrible he is at it.

“Did you come from a rural area?” Hoseok asks, humming when Jungkook affirms his suspicions. “Me too. People are way more open-minded in the city. Seoul hardly has any places that aren’t integrated. It’s nice, honestly. My best friend is a calico.”

Jungkook perks up; his bunny teeth are more noticeable when he parts his mouth in a tiny gasp.

“Really? Who is it? My roommate is a cat. Maybe they know each other.”

Taehyung laughs at his eagerness, but Jungkook doesn’t care. There’s a sense of desperation clawing at his chest to know that there are other predator-prey relationships that work out.

“Park Jimin. He’s in our year, studying fashion. To be honest, he doesn’t really like predators all that much, but doesn't mind Taehyung for some reason. He hangs out over here a lot, so maybe you can meet him! I mean, if you come back to visit…”

Hoseok’s eyes slit for a moment when he leans forward to look around Jungkook at Taehyung.

Taehyung refuses to look at either of them when he responds, “If Jungkook wants to.

“If you haven’t terrified him with your wild behavior,” Hoseok snaps, but his eyes crinkle with mischief. “Big cats are the worst, Jungkook-ah. Terribly territorial and grumpy as hell. Especially the males. They love being loners until it’s time to get their prickly dicks wet.”

“That’s a myth!” Taehyung launches forward to pinch Hoseok in the side. The snake hybrid doesn’t even flinch; he only sticks out his tongue and triumphantly announces that Taehyung got his scales instead of skin.

“What’s a myth?” Jungkook looks between Hoseok and Taehyung, one wearing a grin and the other a grimace.

“Tiger hybrids have barbed dicks.” Hoseok cackles as Taehyung reaches over Jungkook again to punch Hoseok wherever he can.

“They have what?” Jungkook gasps, drawing up his legs to press his knees to his chest as though in a protective manner.

“We do not!”

“Like fucking daggers, Jungkook-ah.”

“They’re not!”

“Slice and dice you like a cheese grater.”

In horror, Jungkook’s eyes drop to look at Taehyung’s crotch, and Hoseok laughs even harder.

“Hyung!” Taehyung whines, pulling back to cross his arms against his chest like a petulant child. “Bun, don’t listen to him. It’s a myth.”

Hoseok knocks his head back to drain the last of his beer, then stands up and begins gathering the other empty bottles and dishes. He seems trustworthy, but Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of the conversation. Prey-only schools never teach predator anatomy. Prey are supposed to mate with other prey, not predators. There was no reason to know anything other than what rabbits are like.

“All I’m saying is,” Hoseok adjusts his grip to hold the rest of the bottles, “as one of Taehyung’s best friends, I find it suspicious that I’ve never seen his dick before.”

“Hyung! Fuck off!”

With a final hiss of laughter, Hoseok disappears into the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Jungkook twists in his seat to stare at Taehyung once Hoseok is gone, and he's enamored by the flustered look that greets him.

“A cheese grater?” Jungkook asks with a grin that he tries to bite back, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

Taehyung groans and throws his head back against the couch.

“It’s a myth, bun. I swear to god.”

Jungkook’s heart beats in the middle of his throat, anticipating what he’s about to say next. It’s carefully calculated, even if it’s a bad idea. The prospect of it being a bad idea makes what he says even more exciting.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen and his lips part, but he doesn’t speak. Maybe he doesn’t know what to say; maybe he knows what he wants to say, but Jungkook has left him speechless. His sharp eyes go round as he watches Jungkook get up, growing almost comically wide when Jungkook bends down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I have to go now, bye!” Jungkook flings his backpack over his shoulder and scurries out of the living room, with Taehyung scrambling to get up behind him.

“Bun, wait!”

Ignoring Taehyung’s calls, Jungkook quickly ducks his head in the kitchen to wish Hoseok a good night.

“See you later, Hoseok-ssi!”

Busy washing dishes, Hoseok wiggles his butt in a goodbye. “Call me hyung, Jungkook-ah. We’re animals here, fuck respectability politics.”

Whatever else Hoseok has to say is lost to Jungkook as he rushes through the front door before Taehyung can catch up. It took everything in Jungkook’s power to summon the courage to flirt so brazenly with Taehyung, to be so inappropriate, and he doesn’t think he can face Taehyung after saying something like that. Making a quick escape is his only option if he wants to survive!

Jungkook is almost in the clear, nearly shutting the front door when a hand grabs the edge of the door before he can pull it all the way closed. He lets go of the doorknob while Taehyung’s other hand finds the nape of Jungkook’s neck.

The kiss Taehyung pulls Jungkook into is sweeter than he expects, almost delicate in how Taehyung’s lips glide against his. They keep their distance, each on opposite sides of the threshold, only their lips and Taehyung’s hand connecting them.

Taehyung sighs as he pulls away, and Jungkook responds with a sound just as soft despite the dangerous flip of his stomach.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Taehyung asks, letting his arm fall to his side.

Of course, Jungkook wants him to, but Taehyung shouldn’t. It would be bad enough to have a predator on the prey side of campus, adding that night as finally set, Jungkook wouldn’t want to get Taehyung into even more trouble if he were to get caught where he isn’t supposed to be.

“I’ll be okay,” Jungkook insists. “I know how to kickbox.”

With a roll of his eyes and a smile he can’t contain, Taehyung leans against the doorframe and nods toward the elevator.

“Get outta here before someone eats you,” Taehyung murmurs. Somehow, Jungkook knows this is his way of wishing him a good night.

“I had a lot of fun hanging out with you, Tae.” Jungkook tests out the nickname and grins when Taehyung’s tail flicks as it does when he’s pleased, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.

“Go on,” Taehyung swats Jungkook on the butt once he turns around, making Jungkook jolt forward.

If Taehyung’s cheeks are bright pink by the time he closes the front door, it’s good that Jungkook knows how to keep a secret.

vante95

did you make it ok?

jkookie

Yup!

The real threat to my life was Yoongi hyung

He was mad that I forgot to text him while I was at your dorm

vante95

he probably thought i snatched you up

jkookie

You kind of did...

vante95

anyway

lmk when you finish your part of the presentation

i'm almost done with mine

jkookie

Oh so we aren't going to talk about it??

vante95

the presentation?

jkookie

🫠

vante95

😘

jkookie

Taehyung

vante95

go to sleep

it's past your bedtime

jkookie

Jungkook nearly drops his phone on his face when it vibrates and Taehyung’s contact photo appears on the screen with the notification that there’s an incoming video call. Panicking, Jungkook sits up in his bed and runs his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up and praying he doesn’t look like he’s been lying in bed for an hour, basking in the comforting smell of Taehyung that still blankets him.

Why does Taehyung have to video call him? It’s nearly two in the morning!

“Hi,” Jungkook greets once he accepts the call, nearly sounding out of breath. It’s understandable, considering Taehyung is also lying in bed, propped up against the head of his bed, but shirtless.

The video stops at Taehyung’s collarbones, which is still enough to make Jungkook’s brain short-circuit. He can practically feel the gears grinding to a halt inside his head. There might as well be smoke coming out of his ears.

“Why are you so bossy?” Taehyung’s voice is crackly and thick, and his eyes droop like he’s been dozing off.

How are you so cute yet so hot? Jungkook wants to answer Taehyung’s question with one of his own, but he isn’t always so brave. Even if he was, he can’t seem to formulate words.

“Bun.”

“I’m,” Jungkook stops short when he drops his phone and fumbles as he tries to lift it to his face again. “I’m not bossy. I just don’t let people tell me what to do.”

Smiling lazily, Taehyung hums as he folds one arm behind his head.

“I like that about you.”

“W-What is wrong with you?” Jungkook blurts and immediately regrets his impulsiveness when Taehyung laughs.

“I don’t know. A lot of things, probably,” Taehyung shrugs, the lazy smile still there. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jungkook supposes there are a lot of things wrong with him for pining after a predator. As Yoongi said, prey are hardwired to avoid predators. It’s part of their instincts that evolution has yet to weed out. Yet here is Jungkook, fawning over Taehyung without shame.

“You’re the first predator I’ve ever met,” Jungkook admits sheepishly.

He wonders if it’s the wrong thing to say because Taehyung is silent once the confession is out in the open. It hangs in the air between them despite their distance.

“For real?”

Jungkook nods.

“Wow.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh, though his laughter lacks the humor Taehyung’s had. He knows it’s weird to be in his early twenties and has had so few interactions with people different than him. Despite the shame that truth brings, it also makes Jungkook proud of himself for how hard he has pushed to break out of the sheltered environment his parents created for him.

“Well, are you impressed?”

Jungkook masks how flustered he feels by rolling his eyes and sinking further into his bed so Taehyung can’t see the bottom half of his face.

“I guess. I didn’t have very high expectations,” Jungkook huffs.

Taehyung’s grin widens, and his face softens into the boyish look Jungkook loves so much.

“You must be if you’re still wearing my clothes.”

Properly scandalized, Jungkook sits up and glares at Taehyung. It’s another ruse, a disguise of his feelings because he’s shocked by how overt Taehyung is being.

“So what if I am?” Jungkook challenges.

“Nothing. It’s cute,” Taehyung murmurs, “It kinda drives me crazy.”

“Does it?” Jungkook whispers.

His heart hammers in his chest as he watches Taehyung lick his lips, Taehyung's gaze weighing heavily on him despite it being through a screen. That gaze alone is enough to make Jungkook’s body tremble.

“Yeah,” Taehyung hums. “But that’s a conversation for later. It’s past your bedtime.”

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to relax his body. He shouldn’t get so worked up over nothing. Taehyung isn’t really nothing, though, is he?

“I hope you sleep well, Tae.”

“You too, bun,” Taehyung says with a smile. “Oh, are you doing anything next weekend?”

“Nothing really.” On edge, Jungkook shakes his head and tries not to get his hopes up about whatever Taehyung is talking about.

“Cool. Don’t make any plans for Friday night.”

“Why not?”

Taehyung laughs softly, the sound nearly a low purr. Jungkook gets the sudden desire to curl up next to Taehyung and feel that purr with his head against Taehyung’s chest.

“Just don’t make plans, alright?” Taehyung insists. Despite how sleepy Taehyung is and the dim lighting of his bedroom, his phone camera still picks up the sparkle in his eyes. “Night, bun.”

“Night, Tae.”

The video call ends, but Jungkook’s heart continues racing in his chest as he replays the conversation in his head.

It kinda drives me crazy.

Rolling over onto his stomach, Jungkook buries his face in his pillow and tries to breathe in his own scent to calm himself down — only to realize that he has managed to make everything smell like Taehyung.

Maybe Taehyung kind of drives Jungkook crazy, too.

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Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

Thank you to @louezem for being the best beta and cheerleader and for helping me track down the original version of this. And huge, huge, HUGE thank you to @ldyglfr62 for having an original version saved and sharing it with me again so I can revise and finish what I started 10 years ago.

Chapter One

I wait behind the stage as Caesar Flickerman makes jokes about his age, the audience roaring with laughter as he impersonates a hobbling old man horny for his Avox to give him a sponge bath. After forty-six years of hosting the Hunger Games, Caesar is retiring.

He wraps up his bit and the audience quiets. Caesar turns more serious as he says, "While I have bittersweet feelings about leaving, I'm excited to announce the new host of The Capitol Late Night Show and the upcoming Eighty-First Hunger Games: Peeta Mellark!"

My cue. I come on the stage, waving and smiling at the cheering people who create a pointillism painting, each one a dot of a different color. Caesar, with shiny metallic silver hair and suit to match, reaches out his hand, then jerks it back before I can grab it. I put my hands on my hips and shake my head as if jilted, raising titters among the crowd. Caesar and I shake hands this time, slapping each other's backs.

"Who would have thought when you were a tribute seven years ago, that you'd be replacing me?" Caesar asks after the cheers die down. "I certainly didn't!"

I grin. "I wouldn't either, Caesar. But so much has happened since then, and I'm so grateful for all of it. For the people of the Capitol to accept me after the Quarter Quell and those rebels destroyed my home. That I've been chosen for this job, and of course, to find love again."

"That's right, you're engaged! We haven't had a chance to talk since it's happened," Caesar says. His face grows solemn. "You must get this all the time, Peeta, but I have to ask: how do you think Katniss would feel about this recent turn in your life?"

Katniss again. I wish I could just get through one interview without that bitch's name brought up. But as she planned it, I can't escape her, even with her dead and gone for six years now. Even with another woman in my arms. Even with the rebellion squashed under the Capitol for a second time.

"I know Katniss wanted me to live a full life, even without her," I say, my voice soft. "She's not gone from my heart, she never will be, but Rosalia Snow has given me so much of the happiness and love I needed to heal. I think Katniss would be happy for us. If our fates had been switched, I know I would have been for her."

I've said something similar to this so many times I'm surprised the audience still sighs and I see a few people at the front have watery eyes. Their hearts break more for her loss than mine ever did. I let a slow, easy smile crawl back up my face.

"But what I think what the audience wants to know, Caesar, is what you'll be doing now," I say.

"Absolutely nothing!" Caesar says, and the crowd laughs and applauds.

"Watch your figure," I say. "You wouldn't want to lose it."

"But my dear Peeta, that's what retirement is for."

We continue our banter about body image, diets, and golf until time comes for us to sign off. We say good-night, the camera's red light stops blinking, and the audience stands up.

Rosalia's in the front row and climbs up the stage to come kiss me. Her rosy-pink curls brush against my cheeks. She pulls back a little, her bright green eyes fluttering open, and puts her left hand on my face, her engagement ring sparkling.

"How did I do?" I ask.

"Charming as always," Rosalia says, then the smile from her plump lips fade. "Except…"

"I know. But I can't help that they bring her up so much," I say. Rosalia's the only person alive who knows the truth about Katniss and I. Of how she twisted the first game so we were stuck with each other, how she abused me, how she never really loved me and only used me to get ahead in the Games. Only she knew of my relief to find that when Katniss blasted the force field in the Quarter Quell, she died.

Rosalia brushes my blond hair back. "Now that you're a host, will you please let me give you a make-over? I know I said blue before, but I’m thinking purple now, it’s much more in style. Of course, though, we won't even touch your eyes. They're perfect as they are."

I shake my head. "I'm sticking with the way I am."

Rosalia pouts, but contends as she always does when she wants me to get tattoos or dye my hair or fill my lips.

Caesar walks away from his crowd of fans at the edge of the stage toward the two of us. "Are you lovebirds coming to my party tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Rosalia says. I pull her closer into my chest, breathing in her flowery perfume.

"Any chance you could get that father of yours to show up?" Caesar flashes her his pearly smile.

“He’s less of a fan of parties than my grandfather was,” Rosalia says.

“Probably better for the President to not be there, right, Caesar?” I say. “Won’t have to worry about keeping everything above board then.”

Caesar laughs. “Oh, Peeta. Sometimes you’re still that boy from Twelve.”

A breath jabs in the center of my chest at the mention of home like a shard of glass. The boy from Twelve, spoken of in such simple terms by people here at the Capitol. But I am now the only boy from Twelve. The only person. Not even Haymitch, discovered to be a rebel traitor and shot down in a hovercraft attempting to escape during the Quell, was left.

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wanderingcritter · 8 days

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it's so strange to me when ppl talk abt furries like they're the worst thing in the world (in a not joking way lmao) and abt how being one is somehow rotting my brain or depleting my quality of life or whatever bc its like,

without a doubt being a furry is one of the best things that's ever happened to me, idk that id trade it for anything.

like the amount of just pure, absolutely childlike joy and wonder ive experienced over my nearly 5 years in the fandom is actually insane, i can't think of anything else that has made me this happy for this long. I still remember what it felt like when I first discovered the fandom and started to fall in love with it, the only thing I can really compare it to was when I put on glasses for the first time when I was like 12 (im extremely near sighted) and was like "OMG EVERYTHING IS SO BRIGHT AND COLORFUL AND BEAUTIFUL ALL OF A SUDDEN :D"

ive met so many cool ppl and ive discovered my passions and ive learned abt so many different walks of life. it helped me realize just how creative i am and how much I love art, it gave me an outlet for my overactive imagination and ive made so many friends. I genuinely hope that everyone is able to find is able find something that makes them feel this fulfilled at some point in their lives :)

#not my usual stuff but i was feeling sentimental this morning lol #furry #furry fandom #sfw furry #furry things #fursona #furry positivity #non alterhuman post #anti rq #anti transid

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tblsomedoodles · 11 months

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Okay, for the Adopted Donnie AU, I keep seeing jokes about the 03 boys wanting to kill Rise Splinter but I don’t know what specially caused it! Do you have a one shot or comic buried somewhere I can’t find?

Not really? There's some asks somewhere that touch on it, but i highly doubt i'lll be able to find them.

It's kind of a mix of things that make them not particularly happy with Rise Splints. Like, while they had baby Dee, they didn't know much about him, just what they knew from Dee himself. So basically they had this kid that wasn't talking, didn't know how to handle being praised, was skitish about being touched, and was named after a color. And yes, there are different reasons for most of these things i listed, and they were aware that could be the case. but it still didn't paint a very good picture of the other rat man (particularly when Dee was more upset about not seeing his brothers than not seeing his dad. or that Dee fairly quickly adopted Raphie as a parental figure.)

TO make myself clear, before they got reunited, they were only a little meh about him. After all they never met him so they couldn't really have an opinion of him.

After they reunite with Dee? Well, that's when they fall into the more "does not like" category.

And that is purely because Dee himself did not like Splints upon coming back to Rise. (which is due to him going from having 5+ adults who gave him all sorts of attention, to having 1 that has already decided they were adult enough to take care of themselves and basically left them to it.)

So Dee, upon meeting up with his 03 family again, complains up a blue streak about those early days since he knows they will understand those complaints better than his brothers had. He's basically just like "None of them were trained properly in like anything! they learned from Splinter's old movies and that was it! They were mutant turtles and they didn't learn how to hide themselves beyond putting up their hoods! And Mikey does like all the cooking! which isn't fair. I wasn't allowed near the toaster until i was 12 and he was using the oven at 11? oh and don't even get me started on the state of their electrical system when i got there. Splinter had made a mess of it before leon got ahold of it, and even then, i was still cleaning up the rat's mess!"

so yeah, their dislike of Rise Splints comes from Dee (and the difference in parenting styles). and the only reason they haven't taken them all back to 03 permanently is because Rise Splints has become more active of a parent and, by then, even Dee is willing to let him do so.

If that makes any sense.

TLDR: 03s just really don't like Splint's hands off parenting style, especially when they find out about it via Dee's rapid fire complaints.

Thank yoU!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted donnie au

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lexyychinchillaa · 5 months

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my school has a wrirers club and im part of it. todays thing was you have 2 minutes to write something, then pass the page to the person on your left and then 2 minutes to write on the next page so everyone has written something on everyones page. mine started as a broadchurch fanfic cuz im so original and... heres the final thing (different color means new person)

Alec woke up. He groaned as he got out of bed. It was early. He walked into the kitchen and made a cup of tea.

He finished the tea, got dressed, and left for work.

Alec walked into his office to find Ellie sitting, waiting for him.

He knew this was coming. He owed her too much money and now she'd come to collect. She sat in his chair with her head held high as she examined his desk.

Ellie curbed stomped (?) Alec and demanded he pay her back the 12 billion robux which Alec had spent on his super cute gothic lolita Roblox avatar.

She threw up all over him (tf???) in distress. He cried and gave her the Roblox password. Ellie scammed the shit out of Alec's card and bought Peter Griffin in (unintelligible). Ellie bought all the Fortnite emotes next. She was on a roll. She loved the idea of Alec becoming bankrupt (lmao). AND BANKRUPT ALEC SHALL BE(😭). Ellie was a sugar addict and her latest dose was making her crazy. (how did they write so much lol)

"Oh no, I hate being crazy." She said manically. Then she did a backflip (ELLIE'S GOT SKILLS) to illustrate her instability. However, she didn't think about how previously incompetent she was at gymnastics. She fell. It hurt (no shit), but the pain and mania created the perfect blend to allow her to be brought back to the present.

Ellie continued to buy more Fortnite emotes and skins. Especially The Weeknd. He looked mighty fine in that suit. (HELP???)Ellie whistled.

Ellie then went to Molly's(who tf is molly) and gave her a Fortnite skin to wear. She was obsessed. Molly staged an intervention but it did not succeed, as Ellie started throwing bricks on the ground (why lmao) and hopping in the air before flopping away.

Suddenly, Beethoven appeared (HELP LMAO??? BEETHOVEN WAS IN EVERY STORY NO JOKE). He was very evil. He wanted to impede the protagonist's goals (plot twist: there are no goals except to buy fortnite shit). How sinister.

Beethoven got into a fight with Karkat Vanks, from the hit webcomic Homestuck (ok free promo for homestuck ig. idk ive never read it). Karkat won, beheading Beethoven and spitting on his dead body (WHAT). Karkat then bit Beethoven in half and disappeared (tf-). The End!!!

basically the take away is never owe ellie any robux and never let anyone finish your story!

(wtf happened to alec and ellie lmao. whos molly??? WHY WAS BEETHOVEN THERE???)

#broadchurch #alec hardy #ellie miller #help #school #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 1 year

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So regarding A-Town, how do the people working on it feel about it? Everyone has to make a living, but are any of them uncomfortable making a low budget show that somewhat trivializes the people who save the human race?

I think they would say that the history of comedy has always been the history of mocking the unacceptable and exposing the taboo. All in the Family responded to the Civil Rights era by creating the world's most bigoted bigot and then inviting everyone to laugh at him, even knowing a nonzero percent of viewers were going to agree with him. The Chair and Abbott Elementary are 2020s efforts to point and laugh and cry at terrible current events. There's specifically a tradition of "war is absurd" as a comedy premise: Catch-22 for World War II, Blackadder Goes Forth for World War I, Dr. Strangelove for the Cold War, so on.

So part of why Marco appears on A-Town, why Tom doesn't mind the show, why some Santa Barbara residents watch it, is that it's letting you laugh at something that would otherwise make you scream in horror. Blackadder Goes Forth has a scene where a WWI general sets a 12"x12" square of sod on a table and says "took a lot of turf today"; the conversation reveals that the square foot of grass on the table is the entirety of the ground taken that day. It's mocking a horrific reality — that the British regularly sacrificed 1000s of lives for a few yards of battlefield, and that "winners" of WWI battles often had to be determined with a yardstick — but it's making a sharp critique of the powerful, and it's a solid bit of shock comedy.

Most people watching A-Town know that Daisy A. fixing her manicure in line to be reinfested, only to be sent home due to a paperwork error, is not an accurate depiction of being a controller. But its point, about the yeerks' kidnappings being arbitrary and their leadership being incompetent, would land well with a lot of ex-hosts. And the fact that the show takes the time to distinguish that Daisy and Zeptron 420 are two completely different people — something that I suspect some other postwar movies would neglect — is at least part of the reason for Tom's tolerance for the show. It's not great that the show chooses to convey that point with the Girly = Evil; Goth = Good trope, but at least the dramatic costume changes convey that Daisy's personality is not Zeptron's.

That said, Jean and Jake and everyone else who hates the show also has a point. Jean especially finds it so upsetting because half the jokes rest on an enthymeme of "Obviously Jake Berenson's parents are the most clueless idiots ever to breathe air." A-Town aspires to, like The Americans, show the hollowness of the suburban American ideal — that's why its sets look straight out of Leave It to Beaver — but that leaves Dr. and Mr. A mostly being the butt of the joke for their negligent and incompetent parenting. For Jean, that hits a little too close to home, in a way it wouldn't for Marco watching his fake-self fight taxxon puppets by holding up a stuffed skunk, or Tom watching his fake-self swap lipstick colors every time someone new controls her body.

So if A-Town aspires to be Blackadder Goes Forth, it lands closer to being South Park: sometimes funny and pointed, sometimes lending support to the bigoted views it tries to critique. Like South Park, the conversation about it will probably acknowledge its real social contributions (exposing Scientology, excoriating nationalism) while also showing the real harms to vulnerable people from the show's brand of comedy (turning "gay" into a catchall insult, resurrecting antisemetic myths). Like South Park, A-Town tries to mock things that need mocking, but it also spends almost as much time punching down as it does punching up.

#animorphs #a-town #animorphs meta #comedy #sitcom #war #satire #in the words of eva: you can laugh or you can cry; you should always choose to laugh #in the words of marco: great philosophy mom - but you need a certain distance from the tragedy before it can ever start to be funny

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yeonnies · 1 year

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choi yeonjun - 1:12 am

synopsis. you often find yourself thinking about the boy who helped you find yourself again. no matter how long it's been, you can still remember him clearly.

warnings. angst el o el

pairing. ex!yeonjun x ex!fem!reader

a/n. this is like a scenario i have for my yeonjun ff LOLLLL im still debating whether or not i want to bring said yeonjun ff to tumblr 😞

not proofread!

slivers of moonlight pours into your room through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating parts of the room. you blink once, twice, and three times at the ceiling, your mind still awake with thoughts jumping around like rabbits, thoughts that all narrow down to him.

choi yeonjun.

choi yeonjun was the boy with a reputation back in your senior year of high school. he was the boy with dark hair and dark eyes that always skipped school and got into trouble. he was the loner that everyone knew but stayed away from. he was the boy that hated you at first, for whatever odd reason. maybe it was because on the first day that you transferred to the school, you prevented him from skipping and got him in trouble afterwards.

choi yeonjun was the boy who slowly warmed up to you after a small, kind act. he was the boy who slowly began to trust you and became your friend. he was the boy who began to show his true colors, revealing a beautifully misunderstood soul who dealt with too much at home at the time.

he was the boy that you helped become a better version of himself, and he was the boy that helped you find yourself after being lost in a persona you were not.

most importantly, choi yeonjun was yours and you were his. you were his first love and he was yours.

but that was a long time ago.

your mind drifts to the memories you made with him. some were bad ones: like the time you kept bumping into him and he kept glaring at you. but the good memories always outshine the bad ones: like the time he passed the college entrance exam or the first time he spent the night over at your house and you cried like a baby in his arms. like the time he took you out on a drive and shared your first kiss with him. or the time that you two finally graduated in february.

you remember choi yeonjun not as the bad boy everyone made him out to be. you remember him as the boy who always like to dance, remember him as the boy who's eyes always seemed to shine whenever he received compliments, remember him as the boy with a pretty smile that he only ever showed to you, remember him as the boy that always laughed at cheesy jokes, remember him as the boy that always did the most random things all of a sudden.

you remember choi yeonjun as the nineteen year boy who hung up the stars in your sky.

you lay in bed, blinking up at the ceiling, wondering what could have been with choi yeonjun if you hadn't left two years ago. would you two still have been together? maybe not. he wanted something completely different than what you wanted. but maybe you two would've figured something out like you always did.

eventually, you fall asleep at 1:12 am to the thought of the what ifs surrounding your relationship with choi yeonjun.

#—✉️ drea's drabbles!#choi yeonjun #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x reader #txt yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun angst #txt imagines #txt fanfics #txt fanfic #txt scenarios

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m00ngbin · 15 days

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SAW YOUR CD POST AND AM NOW FROTHING AT THE MOUTH THAT I FOUND A CD LIKER IN THE WILD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE plsssss talk about them

Like what's your favourite part of collecting them? Or what's your most prized one? Or maybe what one are you most proud of getting for the price you got it for?

Infodump to your hearts content CDs are like the closest thing in my life to a special interest lol

OH MY GOD EVERYBODY WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT MY CDS THIS IS THE BEST EVER

@boquetgarni @grimlyyyfiendish @spacepajamas956 you guys ALSO said yes. so.

Oh and everything is capitalized as it says it is on the CD or it's case so the capitalization of the words "and" and "of" are going to be the tiniest bit inconsistent

Ok so first: the list:

1. Depeche Mode (unspecified album)

2. Evanescence (Fallen)

3. Green Day (american idiot)

4. Lady Gaga (Born This Way)

5. Miley Cyrus (the time of our lives) (the one I regret getting the most)

6. My Chemical Romance (Danger days)

7. My Chemical Romance (Three Cheers)

8. Paramore (Riot!)

9. Rage Against The Machine (Evil Empire)

10. Rancid (...And Out Come The Wolves)

11. SkyView (Of Love and Despair)

12. System Of A Down (Toxicity)

13. The Cure (Greatest Hits)

14. The Cure (Wild Mood Swings)

15. The White Stripes (Greatest Hits (My Sister Thanks You And I Thank You))

16. Tyler, The Creator (IGOR)

17. Tyler, The Creator (WOLF)

18. Trolls (Band Together)

I love CDs. I feel like I always make my collection sound bigger than it is but I'm very happy with the ones that I have

Questions:

My favorite part about collecting them is kind of that I like completing collections and when I get multiple albums by the same artists it's the best ever, and I also just like having physical copies of my favorite music

My FAVORITE cd is either my The Cure Greatest Hits cd, the Danger Days cd, or the IGOR cd, and my least favorites are the Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, and Trolls cds bc I just never listen to them ever

My most prized AND the one I'm the most happy about the price of is the Danger Days cd because I originally got it second hand maybe three ish years ago and at first I was just like "oh cool a my chemical romance cd, I've wanted one of those," but then I looked inside AND IT WAS ONE OF THE FIRST DANGER DAYS CDS THEY SOLD. LIKE IT WAS FROM THE FIRST WAVE OF RELEASES. AND THE GUY I BOUGHT IT FROM WAS ONLY SELLING IT FOR LIKE THREE DOLLARS. I'm very proud of finding it

Organization:

All of my CDs are organized alphabetically by band name and then album name, but I went though a lot of different ways of organizing them just bc I love organizing things. The first time I organized them I did it by genre, then I did it by just band name, then I did it by just album, then I did it by color, and then how much I liked the CD. The only one that isn't currently in it's correct place is Trolls because I wanted to hide it from my friend (will explain)

Facts about the albums and also sometimes the CD:

1. ??? (Depeche Mode)

I know like nothing about this cd. It came in an unmarked cd case and it doesn't say ANYTHING about the songs on it or the album on the actual cd. The only reason I KNEW it was Depeche Mode was because it was written on the cd in red sharpie. I'm like 99% sure it was made by someone and not the actual band, and I could find out what album it is but it doesn't really matter as long as I like the music

2. Fallen (Evanescence)

I saw them live almost exactly a year ago and OH MY GOD they were so cool. The album came out in 2003 and it's not my FAVORITE of their albums but it's not my least favorite either. I UNIRONICALLY REALLY LIKE IT ITS NOT A JOKE

Favorite songs: Everybody's Fool, Imaginary, and My Last Breath

3. American Idiot (Green Day)

I was originally looking for one of their other albums but ykw? This is good too. This cd took so long to find which is such a shock bc as far as I knew, everybody liked Green Day. American Idiot came out in 2004, and it was their 5th album.

Favorite songs: Jesus of Suburbia, Holiday / Boulevard of Broken Dreams, and Homecoming

4. Born This Way (Lady Gaga)

I don't have a TON to say about this album but it did shape my music taste until I was like 12. So. I was a very hardcore Gaga stan. Born This Way came out in 2011.

Favorite songs: Heavy Metal Lover, Judas, and Americano ("fake Lady Gaga fan" I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY I JUST LIKE HER MOST POPULAR STUFF)

5. The Time Of Our Lives (Miley Cyrus)

Not much to say about this one either, I don't listen to Miley Cyrus that much. This album came out in 2009 and I really only got this CD because it has Party In The USA on it

Favorite song: Party In The USA

6. Danger Days (MCR)

OK THIS IS THE FIRST ONE I CAN INFODUMP INFODUMP ABOUT. SO THE ALBUM CAME OUT IN 2010 AND IT WAS, (SORT OF, I don't count May Death Never Stop You or The Black Parade/Living With Ghosts and I'm not including any of the Numbers), THEIR MOST RECENT RELEASE UNTIL 2022 WHEN MCR GOT BACK TOGETHER TO MAKE THE FOUNDATIONS OF DECAY. This is unironically my second favorite mcr album, it's only after Bullets and I will never ever understand why people don't appreciate it as much as they should. ALLEGEDLY the last song on the album (Vampire Money) was made to mock all of the people who made music for one of the Twilight movies. FUN FACT THE PERSON WHO WAS MAKING THE TWILIGHT MOVIES TRIED TO GET MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE TO WRITE MUSIC FOR NEW MOON AND NOT ONLY DID MCR SAY NO, THEY WROTE A SONG FOR YO GABBA GABBA INSTEAD CALLED EVERY SNOWFLAKE IS DIFFERENT (JUST LIKE YOU) IN 2011. SINCE GERARD WAY IS A COMIC BOOK ARTIST HE WROTE THE STORY FOR THIS AND HE ACTUALLY MADE A COMIC BOOK FOR IT TOO THAT YOU CAN BUY AND I THINK YOU SHOULD CHECK IT OUT ok I could talk about MCR all day I need to stop

Favorite songs: Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back, Planetary (GO!), and Na Na Na (etc)

7. OR MAYBE I DONT NEED TO STOP BC THIS IS THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE (MCR)

OH I COULD SAY SO MUCH AB THIS ALBUM but for the sake of keeping it short, this album was released in 2004 and it fleshes out the story of the Demolition Lovers that was started back when they released Bullets AND I COULD HAVE A WHOLE RANT ABOUT THE DEMOLITION LOVERS I LOVE THE DEMOLITION LOVERS. I got this CD from a shady music store that I haven't gone back to since bc it freaked me out so badly

Favorite songs: The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You, Cemetery Drive, and YKWTDTGLUIP (long ass song names jfc)

8. Riot! (Paramore)

THIS CD KILLED MY CAR. I'm not joking I'm being so serious this cd killed my car I had to get it jumped and towed. It's a long story that all happened within the span of 30 minutes and I was REALLY pissed about it. Anyways Riot was released in 2007 and it is one of my absolute favorite albums by Paramore of all time. Unrelated to this album but Paramore actually DID end up writing music for Twilight, they wrote Decode, (very popular), and I Caught Myself, (significantly less popular).

Favorite songs: For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic, crushcrushcrush, and Let The Flames Begin

9. Evil Empire (Rage Against The Machine)

SKDODNSKFID I love RATM. I think that this album probably has everyone's favorite RATM songs on it, and it came out in 1996.

Favorite songs: Roll Fight, Bulls on Parade, and Revolver

10. ...And Out Come The Wolves (Rancid)

STILL RANCID'S BEST ALBUM ARGUE WITH THE WALL. ARGUE. WITH. THE. WALL. Urgh this was like the only thing I listened to two years ago but it's grown on me. Very reminiscent of middle aged white fathers. The album was released in 1995, and I cannot tell you how many times I had to listen to all of these songs. I don't know jack shit about Rancid but I love this album. ACTUALLY one of these songs was how I picked out a name forever ago

Favorite songs: Maxwell Murder, Lock, Step & Gone, and The 11th Hour

11. Of Love And Despair (SkyView)

This is one of the only CDs I've ever gotten AT a concert. SkyView is (kind of) local band and they usually perform in planetariums bc they can sync up their music with lasers and videos of space and rockets. I would recommend seeing them after doing edibles. The album came out in 2017 and most of the songs are instrumentals

Favorite songs: You Win, All Alone, and Shooting Star

12. Toxicity (System of a Down)

IMAGINE MY SHOCK AND SURPRISE WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE I LIVE WITH DONE LIKE SYSTEM OF A DOWN. STUNNED. HORRIFIED. SPEECHLESS. I love this album sooo much, it came out in 2001 and it was the 2nd studio album ever released by System

Favorite songs: Prison Song, Deer Dance, and Chop Suey!

13. Greatest Hits (The Cure)

AHKSHDKAIDJS I LOVE THE CURE SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. THIS ALBUM CAME OUT IN 2001 but it's a mix of songs that had mostly come out in the 80s-90s. I GOT TO SEE THE CURE IN CONCERT LAST YEAR AND THAT WAS THE BEST CONCERT IVE EVER BEEN TO I wish they would come back :(

Favorite songs: Why Can't I Be You, Lullaby, and In Between Days

14. Wild Mood Swings (The Cure)

Truthfully I got this CD because I thought it was a different one but it has really grown on me. This album came out in 1996 which makes it kind of weird that none of these songs made it into Greatest Hits but yZK (THEY SHOULD HAVE)

Favorite songs: Strange Attraction, Jupiter Crash, and This Is a Lie

15. Greatest Hits (The White Stripes)

I got this cd for one song and one song only, but up until I got it I'd forgotten how much I love The White Stripes. The album came out in 2020 (REALLY RECENT WOW) and it includes songs going back to 1998

Favorite songs: Fell in Love With a Girl, (the song I got the CD for in the first place), Hello Operator, and The Hardest Button to Button

16. IGOR (Tyler, The Creator)

KSOSHFKSOSJFJE MY FAVORITE CD EVER ACTUALLY. I COULD TALK FOR HOURS. HOURS. ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS ALBUM. I COULD AND WOULD TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT IT but this has seriously taken me two hours, so it's not happening today. IGOR came out in 2019 and won Tyler, The Creator his first Grammy, (FOLLOWED BY CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST WITH HIS SECOND).

Favorite songs: I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE, PUPPET, and ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

17. WOLF (Tyler, The Creator)

THIS IS THE CD I GOT MOST RECENTLY AND IM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT AND AKDITHSKKDFJEJ OK so the album came out in 2013 and it was his 2nd (solo) album and AKOEJDOAFIRN OK I REALLY NEED TO HURRY THIS UP BC I COULD TALK ABOUT WOLF FOR AN HOUR IF GIVEN THE CHANCE

Favorite songs: Wolf, treehome95, and Answer

18. Band Together (Trolls)

This is honestly my least favorite bc I originally got it as a gag gift but I've been forced to listen to the same three songs on it a hundred times. It came out this year, I really don't have that much to say, it's just here. It's the only one that's out of order in my cd collection just because I have to hide it from anyone that I'm driving around because they WILL put it on

Favorite songs: urgh do I really need to have a favorite (THE TINY CHUNK OF THAT ONE SONG THATS JUST THE TROLLS SINGING I WANT YOU BACK BY NSYNC. Or It Takes Two)

ANYWAYS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WOULD SAY MORE BUT I TOOK FOREVER JUST TO SAY THIS. SO.

#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER #JFC LIKE TWO-THREE HOURS #i think you can tell when i start rushing as you get closer to the bottom LMAO #this could also kind of count as a music recommendation thing? i guess?#ANYWAYS #i love talking

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blasphemecel · 1 year

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi ― Thorn In Your Side

PAIRING: Mayuri Kurotsuchi/Reader WORD COUNT: 4.6k TYPE: Humor, Rivalry WARNING(S): There’s um.. a lot going on. So dubious morality for both characters, mental torment (but in a funny way tbh), threats of violence, imagined violence that’s only somewhat deserved, One futile act of violence, department 12 shenanigans (like how Certain People think running experiments on others casually is acceptable), a couple NSFW jokes

Something malicious was brewing. And it was really, really bad.

Akon could only watch while you ran up to him with a dubious concoction of some sort in your hand, behaving much like an excitable child. It had been like this for a few weeks now: you and Captain Kurotsuchi would approach him and force him to take one of your potions or test one of your creations and then run off.

It wasn't your constant desire to drug him that was disconcerting to him. Actually, that was kind of normal.

No, what made him confused was how the two of you would come to him with the most benign and useless inventions possible. Sometimes you dicked around and made things that would only be viable in hyper-specific situations, and so did Captain Kurotsuchi, though it wasn't in the latter's style to involve Akon in it, much less to gauge his opinion on it. His way of achieving this was to subtly (not very) hint at him he's supposed to find his captain's projects way more impressive than yours, which was incredibly silly.

A few weeks ago you had presented him with some gadget which explodes if you wink at it, and you had asked him to see for himself, and when he did, you said, "See, it really explodes," as if that was ever questioned. Then Mayuri had asked him to drink some liquid which manipulates your color perception and was barely resisting the urge to throw a tantrum when you appeared out of nowhere and suggested he should turn it into gas poison and give it to Shunsui since it'd be useful for his shikai.

After some days, you showed up with an umbrella that could turn someone invisible, and then in retort Mayuri made some kind of spray which is capable of 'revealing the form of something concealed to the naked eye' or whatever he had called it. The situation had been snowballing from there.

It was unlike Captain Kurotsuchi to entertain such foolishness, but with you, things stood differently.

Before the Soul Society had exiled Urahara, Mayuri was second seat, and you were third. He liked to put on airs, and you liked to infuriate him. Even though he'd never lower himself enough to admit it, about the likes of you no less, in terms of intelligence, mostly you were even with him. Even if you applied your talents in... different ways, you could go toe-to-toe with him.

Of course, when Mayuri took Urahara's position, he demoted you immediately since he couldn't stand you. You brought out parts of him he didn't like to acknowledge ― mostly the desire to act based on emotion, with that emotion being anger, and those actions being to beat the living shit out of you one of these days. He couldn't bear the notion of you being able to get the best of him like he's sure you've wanted.

Even at present, you remained an unseated officer, yet taking that measure wasn't enough to keep you two separated. Maybe it would've been cute if you and Mayuri weren't the people you were at your very fundamentals.

No, he couldn't keep getting involved in this.

"You know, I'm obligated to go with the captain's whims. Yours... not so much," he said once you had arrived.

"Aww, really?"

"Why do you say that like you weren't aware?"

"I was just hoping you'd be too scared I'd run an experiment on you in your sleep to stop being my guinea pig."

"Is that a thinly veiled threat?"

"I didn’t veil it at all, Akon," you said with a joyous smile on your face. And like you had said nothing alarming at all, you skipped away from him and down the barracks.

___

Ichigo was not happy to see you. But then again, there hadn't been an occasion where he was ever happy to see you. Regardless, for the good of the town, maybe, he felt himself responsible to ask, "Why are you... here?"

"I'm going to steal a car," you said like it was normal.

"Do I want to know why?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"No, but I think you shouldn't do that."

Sensing he might've been about to start an altercation, you took the mature course of action and flash-stepped to a random location. Ichigo rolled his eyes like your very presence was an inconvenience to him, and then he figured going after you was more trouble than it was worth. On the off chance you could hear him, he called out, "Alright, GTA San Andreas."

The agenda for today was exciting. You giggled to yourself, which was perhaps creepy as you imagined what the look on your captain's face would be when you showed him up. Ever since Akon rejected you, he had lost interest in you again, but you came up with something that'd surely blow his pants off and make him jizz himself in front of everyone. Or at least that was the desired effect.

Once you found one of those cars from the world of the living that was to your liking, you readied a leftover hell's butterfly you'd stolen from someone and opened The Senkaimon, ready to travel through Dangai. Even if dragging it after yourself was a bit of trouble.

When you made it back, your face almost split open with a huge grin while you caressed the expensive sports car you had just borrowed. This was going to be so much fun.

___

No one had seen you for almost three weeks, though no one cared enough to look for you since you were most likely holed up in a cave somewhere, surrounded by 'borrowed' equipment. Surely you'd reappear as usual, much like a cockroach.

And reappear you did, in front of a large audience, while driving a vehicle and fast. Many people saw glimpses of you while you were speeding down the roads and terrains, and the car you were driving was not the one you initially stole.

It was Yumichika, Akon, Nemu, Mayuri and Yachiru you stopped to a halt in front of. You did not know why they were even together, but that hardly mattered at the moment because you rolled down the window and slapped something inside, and the car let out a blaring beep. There were other bystanders, of course, but you didn't know their names.

"What's the meaning of this?" demanded Mayuri. His features creased, which only made your eyes crinkle more and your smile widen. You'd gone missing (he wasn't worried, it's just- the workload output suffered as a result!) and now you appeared with whatever this was.

"I'm introducing cars to the Seireitei," you said casually, and then you hopped out before you slammed the door shut. Like this expensive ass thing you'd built yourself was nothing more than a worthless toy you'd discard once you've had your fun with riling him up.

Mayuri loathed you with all his being, except for maybe his artificial organs and parts.

Yumichika's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. "You're doing what?!"

You ignored him as if he wasn't there, now fixated on Captain Kurotsuchi, who seemed to be on the brink of popping a blood vessel. He didn't care about how random your decision was or what means ― ethically ― you used to achieve this. He was just mad he didn't think of it first. And oh, he was sure you were having a field day.

"And is that why you were slacking off?" he asked, taking a menacing step closer to you, but you didn't budge. You never really did.

Yachiru rushed off, rambling something about telling Kenpachi the good news, even though she didn't know what the things both of you were saying even meant. But it sounded like a good thing, so she figured it was worth celebrating.

Again, with the thick tension between yourself and Mayuri, neither of you cared enough to note that she had run off. It seemed wholly irrelevant.

"Well, yes," you said while scratching your chin, and then you inched closer to him as well. One of the many things he hated about you was your nerve, your audacity. "I thought it was gonna take less, but then I had to teach myself how to drive, so... But hey, it might be a good thing!" Then you faked being upset, twisting your face in an ugly way, just to rub in the fact you're being disingenuous. "After all, our division's budget got cut off a lot 'cause of your last experiment, Mayuri, but if we mass sell these, maybe we can get some of those profits back."

He should fucking incinerate you right here in front of everyone.

"A member of my division will not parade around such lowly inventions." He was just saying that for the sake of talking and putting you down, which he was guilty of indulging in often, and you knew it. "You're an embarrassment to me. Modifying another world's mode of transportation? Can you be anymore unoriginal?"

You inched even closer, and so did he, until you pressed against him cheek-to-cheek. The subject of your disagreement barely mattered. You often communicated around each other, and the words either of you said never amounted much.

"I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment, Mayuri," you said, sounding all too happy about it. "Maybe you should punish me by letting me test one of your new poisons for you."

Yeah, right, so you could come up with an antidote on your own and piss him off some more? "You're too filthy to even be a lab rat."

His face paint was smudging against your cheek. Your eyes were almost closed into crescents while his were open wide, peering right into you, golden and alert and manic. You turned your head slightly as you were butting into him, and your eyelashes were poking him in the retina, yet he was unfazed. Mayuri smiled at you, all teeth, like you were prey, and you leered right back at him like you would any other day, close-lipped.

"Is that their socially acceptable way of fucking in public?" Yumichika cut in with a deadpan.

Nemu couldn't feel much, but something akin to disgust rose within her, and she walked away without a word. Akon shared similar sentiments and followed suit.

"Come on guys, was it something I said?"

Yachiru reappeared, this time on Kenpachi's shoulder. She pointed at the car you'd brought and told him this was what she was talking about.

"It seems weak," Kenpachi said before he obliterated it with one punch. It was now nothing more than a pile of parts and components.

Mayuri snapped out of whatever trance he was in and put the tiniest bit of distance between himself and you. Then he turned to Kenpachi. "You know, as much as you repulse me, you can be useful for certain things I wouldn't stoop low enough to do myself."

"Don't start with me, you fucking nerd. What's this, anyway?"

"It was just my little side-project," you intervened, though you sounded like you weren't at all upset about what he had done, and you weren't. You had a calm expression plastered on your face.

At this, Kenpachi felt a little sheepish. "Uh, ok."

"Don't worry about it," you said while you clapped your hands. "It was a lot of fun making it, but I don't care anymore!"

___

You were back to working like you were supposed to be, inputting some boring data into the computer at your workstation. Mayuri approached you. He liked to hover over your shoulder and wait for mistakes to come up, yet those occasions were rare. Your slip-ups were his personal Christmas.

"About that stunt you pulled earlier," he started when he found there was nothing else to nitpick.

"What about it?" you answered, all clueless and frolicsome.

"It seems your senile mind doesn't comprehend this, so let me make myself clear. And you might want to write this down since I won't repeat myself. You're forgetting you're no longer third seat, and that man isn't around to defend your antics anymore, so I suggest you stop allowing yourself to behave like you used to... Or there might be consequences." Despite how this little speech of his was supposed to serve as a warning, he seemed thrilled at the possibility of enacting some kind of punishment on you.

You kept silent.

"Did you understand? Don't tell me outside of being an imbecile, you also can't do something as simple as comprehend simple sentences," Mayuri said brusquely.

"Sorry, did you say something?" you asked, closing your eyes and slipping into your usual facade of oblivious tactlessness. "I didn't hear any of that 'cause you look like a clown and it distracted me. You know me, I'm just a stupid little thing. Get sidetracked easy and all."

He fought against his natural urge to clench his fists and perhaps pummel you to death. It was below him to be provoked by you and the kinds of things you'd say, and yet they angered him to no end. The kinds of digs you made were low effort most times, though somehow you still got under his skin. Maybe he held resentment towards you for too long now, but if he lost control of his self-imposed restraints, he'd also lose to you.

You were smart enough to know what to say and how to act to piss off everyone you met. That was the horrible thing about you, really, how much you liked to play games, and how you thought of ways to rope people into them. Instead of putting your brain to good use, you used it to engage in some mild version of psychological warfare with whoever you thought would react in a fascinating way, and usually it was never in your best interest to mess with your targets.

Mayuri found this to be what was wrong with people like you, and Ichimaru Gin, and Urahara Kisuke. This love for something so boring, so uninspired. How you had your way and pressed him, anyway.

Well, your favorite game to play, it seemed, was walking on his last fucking nerve. And it had been just that for decades now.

"Don't worry, I'm a very tolerant person, as you may know," Mayuri said. "Maybe I shall write my detailed instructions on how you could avoid acting like a cretin on a post-it note and stick it to your forehead? Or perhaps branding them on your arm would do, so you can see them without trouble?"

You cheered. Mayuri recognized this as a cue you were about to say something insufferable. What was worse was, you increased the volume of your voice so everyone in proximity could hear. "Ooh, branding? How about a tattoo? I love tattoos! My pain tolerance is really high, you know? I have a tramp stamp of your name. I like showing it to the others and telling them about our star-crossed lovers story. You know, how you didn't let me be lieutenant because-"

On impulse, Mayuri found it fitting to shut you up by forcing his fingers into your blabbering mouth. They were wet, and it was disgusting, so disgusting he'd probably have to burn his skin off and regenerate to be rid of all remnants of you later, but he had muffled what you were saying, which was what was important. He considered probing your throat and killing you in this way, but it seemed too vulgar and primal for his tastes.

He grit his teeth and the tension in his jaw was enough to give him a migraine already, if you hadn't already accomplished that before. You were talking whatever bullshit came to mind and there was no way in hell you were being serious, but this ordeal got out of hand and attracted a lot of onlookers. Now that he thought about it, maybe he hadn't made the best decision with his method of shutting you up, considering what you had just said.

With this in mind, he got his slender hand far away from you, like your saliva had burned him. You looked at him with false confusion.

"Oh, don't be shy, I know you're inexperienced with matters of the heart since everyone always runs away from you, but-"

"Will you stop lying in front of everyone? Do you think the general population is as insolent as you to believe this? Or that someone such as myself would be involved with someone like you, for that matter? Do not make me laugh. I don't like trivial things like jokes, unlike you."

Mayuri wanted to slap you silly, but he was also getting the impression that you were trying to get him to. You were like dirt under fingernails, something filthy which needed to be gone.

What was wrong with you? Something was definitely wrong with you. He just didn't know what it was.

"Lying?" You stood up, turned around and almost undid your hakama. "I can show you-"

He was sure you would have exposed yourself, but he shoved you in a way he believed seemed as casual as possible until you were sitting again. And he turned your chair around, jaw grazing the nape of your neck. You thought the gesture meant you should get back to work, but then he continued creepily breathing on you and you wondered how he was going to react.

The notion of you doing whatever you said made him want to... Actually, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Then words came back to him and he retreated to the side, where he'd been standing, and you glanced over your shoulder to observe him. You looked delighted.

Mayuri grinned at you. "I'm going to chain you up in a basement-"

"Not into bondage, sorry."

"-and I'm going to create a full copy of your DNA, sample it, and use it as a base for an antidote. Then I'll distribute it as birth control, so a person like you is never born again."

You smiled at him and even laughed as if this was casual conversation where he had, perhaps, slipped a witty one-liner. "Oh, that's a really interesting idea, Mayuri. Maybe you should've made something like that for Aizen, or even Yhwach? Also, you know my DNA doesn't include my personality traits, right?"

His gaze lingered on your lips when you pursed them. You were pretending to be contrite, though it came across as parody.

Your stupid fucking lips, attached to your stupid fucking mouth, which opened to produce sounds from your stupid fucking vocal cords that you didn't deserve to have.

Suddenly an idea came to him and his face lit up like never before. Mayuri gazed at you the same way he tended to when a formidable enemy was facing him and he’d figured out how to defeat them. Then he walked off without uttering a word.

___

Akon thought you were insane.

"Not that I care," he prefaced, "but why do you like riling up Captain Kurotsuchi so much?"

"I act out for attention," you told him cheerfully.

"Don't sound so happy to admit that!"

"I miss Captain Urahara," you said, scratching your neck. "He was fun."

___

Mayuri waited a while to put his plan into motion. Waited a while for an opportunity to be alone with you, to be precise, after he had finished his preparations. And for the first time in his life, this seemed to lift his spirits.

He approached you in a way that was inconspicuous enough. Often you found him obvious to some extent, but there were no oracles to warn you of what was about to occur.

Mayuri pulled you in for a kiss before you could even say hello which would've involved roundabout condescension. You got caught off-guard, but you still responded, even if his lips were kind of cold and unpleasant against yours. He kissed like it was something he read about in an article, and he was insistent on using too much tongue all over your mouth. But it was him, so you didn't mind all that much.

He pulled away from you all too quickly and he seemed elated, which is what first made you suspicious. You opened your mouth to say a snarky remark, but nothing made out. Your voice didn't reach your ears, and Mayuri ogled you with even more glee, if possible.

After he lifted his finger to his chin and turned away from you to mock you, he said, "Words, insults, words, insults, backhanded compliments. Give it a rest, won't you? You've been talking for a while. I'm sure your throat hurts."

You tried to babble some more, for whatever reason, and the effort was futile. No sound would come out. He caught you off-guard and slipped some drug to shut you up while he was kissing you in that pathetic way of his. You knew you should've been angry, but you continued smiling at him impishly.

"You like games, right? Let's play the silent game and not talk for a little while. Is this fun enough for you, [Y/n]?"

At this, you reached in your pockets and pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper. You wrote:

'Were you eavesdropping? I said that about Urahara 'cause I hoped you were.'

Mayuri knew he shouldn't have given you the opportunity to communicate with him at all. He should've left you on your own to deal with your predicament, but for some godforsaken reason he'd been curious, and now he appeared angered. He ripped the paper out of your hands and tore it to pieces before breaking your pen with his bare fingers.

You produced another pair of identical items. It was weird you had these on hand, almost as if you found him predictable and you figured he would've punished you in such a way at some point. And so you scribbled with haste:

'Don't worry, I have more.'

"Oh whatever," Mayuri seethed in a manner unlike himself before he, decidedly for mental health reasons, walked away from you.

You licked your lips. The paint, or at least what remained, didn't taste like anything.

___

Mayuri knew you wouldn't be mute forever. He had just hoped his peace would've lasted for longer than three days, yet you were as talkative as ever when you came up to him.

"Mayuri," you said, wiping your brow dramatically. "I know I'm the thorn in your side, the burr under your saddle, the itch in your butthole, and so on, but you CAN'T steal a kiss like this ever again! You were horrible!"

His eye twitched. "How'd you reverse it so fast?"

You shrugged. "I kind of feel like you're changing the subject here."

"Because I don't care about whatever you just said, and it's irrelevant! Now tell me, how did you do it?!"

"You don't have to be upset," you said. "I can teach you."

Well, now he thought you were the one changing the subject at hand. He didn't like the way you leaned closer to him ― you'd often invaded each other's personal spaces, but this time something was different ― and he didn't like his body's embarrassing response to it. Heart beating fast, sweaty hands, something like fear but not quite, flushed skin. He hated it. It wasn't like this when he ambushed you, but that action had purpose. Mayuri wasn't sure what your goal was in doing this.

Everything you represented in his life was something he was against; to be challenged, a strange pest the actions of he couldn't see coming, someone who made him lose his cool without fail... attraction, loss of control. Nevertheless, he made no move to stop you, even if he considered doing so, instead choosing to lower his eyelashes like you had to meet you half-way.

He lost your game, didn't he?

You held his face and tilted his head to your liking. You were about to make a mess, and instinctively he wanted to scold you for it, but it hardly seemed to be the time for that. The pressure you applied to his lips was light, and what was more disturbing was the warmth blossoming in his chest. He was already short of breath. It was disgusting! You did that to him. You wanted him to act like a fool, and it was repulsive. Illogical as it may have been, amid blaming you for whatever was occurring, his hands found their way around your hips, and he pulled you closer into himself.

You traced his bottom lip with your tongue, and when he let you, you touched the tip of his tongue with yours. It was a better sensation than the time he slobbered all over you, maybe; he didn't really know or care.

Suddenly, you pushed him away and looked at him critically. "Alright, you're still pretty bad, but this was better."

Mayuri was a little stumped you ended it so short, but maybe he deserved it since he had done something similar to you not so long ago. Soon after his initial surprise, though, he did his little eye roll and regained his attitude like it hadn't disappeared at all. "You don't need to be so happy you found the only thing you're better at than me."

He addressed you with annoyance. Things were on the brink of balancing back to normal.

"Well, don't keep your hands glued to your sides. It's creepy."

After staring you down like you weren't anything above a microorganism, Mayuri considered himself done with this situation and was ready to move on with his day. He pondered if he should cleanse himself of this incident, but maybe not. The process was too time-consuming.

You used your fingers to pull up your mouth in an even wider grin than usual and said, "You like me! I'm your first kiss, you likeeee me."

He didn't know why, but it made him feel belittled, and Mayuri whipped out a bottle of a new type of poison he'd been developing and broke it over your head. He carried it around for 'self-defense' and the self-defense part of it was in case you ever bothered him enough he needed to kill you on the spot. It meant to melt your skin in the matter of seconds, but you acted as if this happened to you every Tuesday and injected yourself with a needle you seemed to have taken out of nowhere.

Mayuri bared his teeth at you.

"I got a sample of this when I was snooping around and already developed my antidote. Sorry, Mayuri, I didn't wanna take yours," you explained with a smile.

Okay. That was it.

He exhaled through his nose, then backed away from you, then he started gradually disappearing out of sight as he tried to vacate the premises. The premises being your general presence.

You yelled at him while he was leaving, "I know you like me! I'm your first kiss! You gotta like me."

Then you turned around towards Akon, who had been pointedly ignoring this entire, bizarre exchange, and decided he needed to be convinced of this too. "He likes me," you said, pointing your index finger towards the place Mayuri had been standing.

"I'm going to be honest with you, I think he's planning on turning you into one of those pod people he keeps in jars."

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

"Well, I saw the plans for it."

For the first time, you appeared a little alarmed. "Shit. Looks like I need to hack into the database again."

Akon shrugged like he hadn't just revealed you were about to die, and soon.

"So does that still mean he likes me?"

"No, [Y/n], it doesn't."

"I'm taking this as a solid maybe," you said, going back to smiling, and you skidded away from him with a slight spring in your steps.

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because some of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" our 501st boys in blue. This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

If I miss someone from a certain unit, or you want to see so-and-so with a different creative hobby than the one I went with at random, let me know and I can do another part just for them. It doesn't have to be in the form of a request, but you're welcome to make one (it'll be easier to keep track of that way/guarantee I'll see it)!

Captain Rex

If his cyare was a photographer, he keeps their photos on the inside of his chestplate, anywhere really, but the most important one is over his heart. They don't stay very nice for long due to friction, but that's okay. He keeps extra copies and dutifully replaces them when he gets a spare moment. He started doing this after Umbara. The photo he always, always keeps over his heart is of him taking care of his brothers. He doesn't know why you snapped that photo of him stepping off the gunship, one arm tucked around an injured, unpainted Shiny and the other free hand patting someone on the back. But there's something about the way he looked to you behind the camera that made you take the picture. It's the picture that came after it, though… A delicious and sultry little snapshot of you posing suggestively with his helmet. That one, he keeps very, very well hidden.

Tup

If his cyare was a jeweler/beader, he proudly boasts all the experimental jewelry. On more than one occasion he wishes he had his ears pierced, but he knows it'll just end badly if he ever has to take his helmet off quickly for any reason. You made a hair-tie for him once as a sort of compromise. It was made of a dark leather cord and the odd tear-drop shaped bead kicking around in your box of materials that hung so beautifully, delicately, from the cord; nestled between two spherical beads on either side. It was more of a sea glass blue than the proud navy of the 501st, but it looked nice against his hair all the same. He used to wear it around his wrist when he slept. He's not sure when he lost it. But it was his favorite thing you'd made for him. So when you make him a replacement, something similar that he can keep around his neck this time, he makes a great effort not to lose this one.��

Jesse

If his cyare had the patience for a needle and thread, he finds secret details added to his blacks and his other fabric wear in embroidery floss. Miniaturized star charts. An animal or a flower he told you about from his last campaign. Short jokes when you had the time to meticulously plot out each letter to make them all legible. Strings of coordinates. Kamino. Your home planet. Where you first met. Where you had your first… ahem, "flight" together (or nearly did). The next place you wanted to go on a date. Jesse ends up getting a lot of cogs stitched into his belongings, usually with a note that reads "If you can find all the icons of the Republic I've hidden, we get to do whatever you want the next time you have shore leave. There are 16 cogs. You have 12 standard hours to find them all. Good luck, ARC trooper~" and Jesse always finds them all.

Dogma

He counts himself lucky his cyare delights in drawing him so much. Portrait studies in all sorts of mediums. "I have something new I want to try! Will you model for me, please?" Watercolor. Oil pastel. Gouache. Pencil. Charcoals. Colored pencils. Ink. Heck, even crayon. You take such care to capture every little detail of his face, his tattoo. It was dependent on the medium, but sometimes the details of his tattoo were so crisp, it was like looking himself in the mirror. You've drawn him up in his armor a few times, but you find the impersonal plastoid so… "blasé" (which had been an odd choice to express your disinterest). You'd much rather be drawing him. His face. Just all of him posed in anything and everything he wore (or didn't) while looking so disciplined and compliant for you. You've even hinted you'd love to do some… anatomical study sessions with him, whenever he thinks he's comfortable with the idea.

Fives

He counts himself very lucky he didn't get himself thrown out of his cyare's pottery studio the first time he wandered in and found them in the middle of throwing at the wheel. Building a vase to replace yet another decoration that had been ruined in a bout of roughhousing by pulling up and pushing in the lump of clay in your hands. "Hah. You sure know how to work your hands and fingers. Bet you have really-" and he'd been hasty to shut his mouth with the gentle ticking of one of your brows in a go on, I dare you sort of fashion. All his worries were disarmed with a simple laugh when you said he was welcome to watch you work, but you'd prefer to have a little warning next time before he came barging in. The clay moved so fluidly, so effortlessly in your hands as you built beautifully balanced vases and designed intricate pitchers and teapots for the Jedi Temple, Fives suspected you could throw in your sleep. And, oh yes, you certainly had expert control of your fingers whenever you promised him a more "private demonstration".

Echo

He thinks his cyare has the voice of an angel. They sing. They can croon, or warble, and they can get somber and bluesy. It's all beautiful to Echo. Suddenly that song he was sick to death of on the radio goes from barely tolerable to beautiful, and almost hauntingly so. His cyare could take an upbeat ditty popular on the dancefloor of 79's and turn it into something romantic and heartfelt by slowing down the tempo, and drawing out the words just the right amount. And you could do the opposite, too. He's almost positive you could take a funeral dirge meant to be sung quickly under one's breath while they hastily buried the dead in their armor could become so soulful and twice as meaningful. Your voice is like magic to Echo, and it soothes him to hear you sing as you wander about the house.

Hardcase

He's always had a bit of a hard time sleeping thanks to the leak in his growth jar that made him hyperactive. His brothers have made more threats to tape or tie him down into his bunk than he can count. So his cyare, clever thing that they are, comes up with something so simple, Kix is kicking himself for all these sleep inducers he could have saved himself had Hardcase started using this sooner. He loves the dirty jokes he can make about his cyare's hobby as a crocheter. "They're a hooker in their spare time! And they've got a whole room full of WIPs and chains, too! I get to help if I promise to behave." It's right about the point that he brings up all the various types of yarns and threads and everything in every color under the sun that they've collected from all over the galaxy that people realize Hardcase is talking about how many blankets, dish cloths and table runners (whatever the kriff those are) his darling's made. "Why the kriff did you have to make it all sound so kinky, Hardcase? You're telling me they just made you a blanket?" It's not just a blanket to Hardcase. It's far more comfortable than those scratchy GAR sheets. It's soft, and it's warm, and because this was something that cannot be made by machine ("Those articles on the Holonet are full of it! Crochet CAN NOT be replicated by machine!") and instead, with an amount of patience that would make his head spin, just for him, Hardcase finds himself falling asleep and staying asleep much easier than before.

Kix

He's almost glad that he complained about a lackluster medical infographic he'd been asked to distribute to his brothers in front of his cyare. "That's… that's the worst visual artwork they could have possibly chosen on how to perform the Heimlich Maneuver." You had taken one peek over his shoulder as you removed the shoulder bell that bears the shattered red cross on it and agreed. "That's absolutely awful. And their layout is atrocious; who the kriff designed this? Not someone in the GAR, I hope. I can do better than that." You fired up your graphic design software and spent the next several hours tweaking with the design of a new handout. No silly novelty fonts that made it hard to distinguish an "N" from an "M". Concise bullet points of medical information that was easy to understand. You consulted him to make sure it was up to snuff after several hours, and Kix could have collapsed in his euphoria when you asked him what he thought of an additional handout you'd thought of and had started working on. You remembered his complaint about this new medical drama going around the galaxy and how it was full of false information that a lot of his brothers had taken to heart. "Cyare, you're a lifesaver!" It makes you laugh between his kisses when you remind him that you're only a graphic designer, and he's the medic.

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