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nicolesainz · 2 months

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Is it cool that I said all that? (AB1)

Alisson Becker x f!reader

Author's note: I find it a massive offence that no one has written any fan fiction about this man. He is the finest GK in the PL and deserves some love. Also he is my new obsession even though I only like Kostas Tsimikas from Liverpool (greek scouser core). Shoutout to @joochilwell for being so kind and sharing Alison with me, I love you girl. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: You are friends with Kostas and after Liverpool's insane win against Manchester City, the team goes to the club to celebrate the win. Alisson has set his eyes on you and is about to mess things up just for a night with you.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+, angst, jealousy, bit of soft Alisson, bad Portuguese translation (sorry to anyone who may be offended, my native is Greek and English)

"I swear to god I will not be caring you back to your house, Robbo is caring you. I have work tomorrow." I warn Kostas with a sneaky smile, knowing he will end up drunk, singing out loud, with Klopp calling me in the morning asking me his whereabouts.

"Oh please, I will be just fine. Also don't count too much on Robertson. Mo maybe a better option." Kostas pointed out, erasing another potential helper of mine.

"Mo won't be coming. Said he was tired. I will find someone to help me take care of you. I don't worry about that." I was looking through my contacts trying to find the perfect teammate. It was at this moment that he appeared in front of me.

"Mate, you will be perfect for the job." Kostas shouts in my ear, as I raise my head and look at Alison's blue stunning eyes that were instantly locked with mine. I share a soft smile with Alisson, before he looks back at Kostas with a weirded out expression.

"What job? What did you do?" He is almost growling at his greek teammate before I save his ass once more.

"I may be in need of a helping hand in case Kostas gets badly drunk. Last time I almost broke my arm trying to carry him back to his house." Alisson's eyes land back on mine and worry with what I was faced the last time alcohol was involved.

“Don ruin her night mate. Let’s all enjoy this win. But sure, I will help you in case anything happens.” He replies to my request and i instantly relaxed at the thought of Alisson being the one that would help me.

“I owe you! Thank you so much! See you at the club in a few hours” I waved goodbye to Alison and made my way with Kostas to my car so I could drive him back to his house. Alisson didn’t seem like himself so much. He seemed tired but now because of the game. More mentally exhausted.

As Kostas is about to get off my car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns towards me to face me. He has a guilty look in his eyes and I instantly can tell he is hiding something.

"Spit it out, right now. What is it?" I would rather know what he is about to do, instead of be surprised at night.

"Would it kill you to dance with Alisson today? Can you keep him company? I promise I won't get drunk." He didn't want to confess this in the first place but he was so pressed on telling me so.

Why would he ask me to keep Alisosn company? We are friends and of course I would be with him at the club tonight. Why does that mean?

"Is there a hidden meaning behind all this Tsimi? Cause if there is, I have to know. There's a reason why you're confessing this to me." Is Alisosn okay? Has someone done something to him. Should I call him and tell him to come over. This sounds serious.

"He will tell you for himself. I can't ruin the magic. See you tonight." Okay, what was this all about?

I finally arrive at my house and instantly throw myself on the couch, surrounded by the paperwork that needs to be done and multiple programs for the teams next games.

I can't get out of my head what Kostas said to me. He sounded so sketchy and mysterious. Should I be worried about Alisson? I couldn't resist and I decided to text him.

"Kostas was acting a little bit weird and told me to keep you company tonight at the club. Is something wrong?"

I shut my phone and kept on organising my scattered papers, wanting to get things in order but at the same time I couldn't get Alisson out of my head. I had to talk to him.

The notification sound from my phone startled me when it echoed from my room. I rushed to pick it up and my eyes widened when I saw that it was a reply from Alisson.

"I actually wanted to kind of talk to you privately. But I can't say what I want from the phone."

So my gut about something being off was right.

"Want to come by my house? It will be better than a coffee shop." I suggest wanting to make him feel more comfortable. I know that if he is seen with any girl that isn't known to the public eye will cause many talking points and that is certainly not something he wants right now.

"If you are okay with it then no problem. I will be there soon." All the players knew where I lived so if anything occurred with their schedules or wanted to resolve an issue, they could come to me.

In an extremely fast pace, I began cleaning the apartment so it didn't look like a paper bomb has erupted. I always like to keep the house clean but with guests around I wanted it to be spotless. I managed to finish tidying up before Alisson showed up. I threw on some more clean clothes after a quick shower and was waiting for him.

Speaking of the devil, the door bell rang a few moments after I was finally ready myself. I rushed to open the door and I was greeted by a shy smile from the Brazilian goalkeeper, along with a small bouquet of red roses that were peaking from behind his back.

"Come on in. You are just in time." I said in an extremely lower manner than the one I usually greet people. Before he could get past the door, he revealed the flowers and handed them to me, trying to hide his flushed cheeks from my eyesight. I had never seen Alisson so shy. He is for sure a gentleman and a wonderful man, although whenever I see him in practice, he is all tense and angry, cursing sometimes in Portuguese.

"These are for you. I asked Kostas what kind of flowers you like, in case you were allergic to any other type or weren't your favourite." He explain and my heart instantly goes soft. He is so thoughtful that I could have cried on the spot. I gave him a big hug after I closed the door behind him. I had to tip toe a little bit given he is a very tall man.

Alisson's arms wrapped around my waist were so firm, with a very familiar and yet so secure feeling. It was a very sweet gesture from him and for an unexpected reason, I didn't want him to let go of me.

"This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you so much Alisson. I will put them in my bedroom so they will brighten the atmosphere. Don't be nervous, take it as your home! Would you like to drink anything?" I put the flowers in a vase and left it in the kitchen counter before moving them inside my room.

"No no, thank you. I just, really wanted to talk to you. I feel like if I don't say what I want, an opportunity will be gone and then I will regret it." Oh dear it sounds serious. For a moment I was scared that he wanted to talk to me about transferring and leaving Liverpool. We had grown close to each other and I would hate the feeling of him leaving the team after so many years.

"Oh okay. Well, I am all ears. Tell me what is going on because I am getting anxious." I replied and we both sat on my couch, Alisson was toying with his fingers, trying to find the words to say what he wants.

"So, um, for the last three years, ever since you joined the team, I have, uh, I have, well, oh" He is getting more and more nervous as he is getting to the point and I take his hands into mine, wanting to calm him down.

"Hey hey hey. It is okay. You can talk to me. Look at me Alisson, please. Don't be scared. I will not judge you."

"I well, I, gosto muito de ti" (I like you very much)

Okay well, that didn't go as planed. Unfortunately I couldn't understand Portuguese, so that made the matter even more complicated. I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it calmly. Finally I got Alisson to look at me and his blue eyes revealed to me all that I needed to know.

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Yes. What I have been trying to say is and clearly not very successfully, is that I like you y/n. And a lot if I am being honest. It took me such a long time to admit it but I finally did so. I just wanted you to be aware and I will completely understand if you don't wanna-" I cut him off with a soft kiss on his cheek, that instantly gave him the courage to take me on his lap and allow me to continue.

"You are a one of a kind man Alisson. I am very happy you finally admitted your feelings to me, because with the way Kostas was trying to subtly tell me I was getting worried about you. At least now I know and I am over the moon." I wrapped once more my hands around his neck and gave him a very tight hug, whilst sliding my fingers in his curly black hair.

"I don't want to force you into anything. We can take things slow. You are very important to me." I finally got a glimpse of his beautifully bright smile and without any hesitation I smashed my lips onto his, trying to prove to him how much I would love to be with him.

His hands curled up on my waist whilst my legs were curled around his waist. His kisses were poured with passionate emotions and love. I could sense a smile underneath the kisses around my neck and the only thing that echoed in the house were my giggles.

"Tu farás de mim o homem mais feliz, se me deixares estar contigo." (You'll make me the happiest man if you let me be with you.)

"I may not understand what you are saying but, És o homem mais espantoso." (You are the most amazing man)

I said that in the most silly Portuguese accent, but Alisson seemed to appreciate the effort very much.

"I think I need to learn a bit of Portuguese if I want to be able to understand you."

"I will teach you everything you need to know my love. No need to worry."

Alisson was explaining to me how he fell in love when he first saw me, how difficult it was at first to adapt to the English lifestyle and especially the Merseyside and how he was intimidated by Liverpool's rich history thinking he wouldn't be able to live up to Klopp's and the owners expectations.

Getting to know him even better than I already did, made me realise how special he is. All of his teammates speak so highly of him, whether its mates from Liverpool or the Brazilian national team. The quiet and sweet goalkeeper who was too scared to talk to me, proved to be a very smart, friendly and openhearted but most importantly passionate footballer with many dreams and ambitions.

"Oh god, it's already seven. Virgil told us to be at the club at ten. I should probably get going so I can let you get ready. Should I come by again and pick you up? Would you like that?" The fact that he suggested we arrive to the club together made my heart beat so fast and how I could I ever resist to the sweet way he suggested it?

"Of course. I would love that. So, see you soon?" I placed my hands on his chest and I earned a small peck on the lips from him, given that if it was a full blown kiss, we would have ended up on the couch once more.

"See you soon amór" He gave me a final kiss before walking out of the door. At this moment I was the happiest woman in the entire Merseyside and I had no idea this was about to get even better.

I sped to my closet to pick up my outfit for the night. I panicked when I went through all the possible options and none of them seemed fitting enough for my liking. Plus, it wasn't even going to be an actual fancy night club. More like a local one that the team had booked and some fans could tag along.

I finally found hidden in the depth of my closet my white corset, which was not too revealing but at the same time it showed of my figure in the way I liked. I decided to pair it with a pair of black jeans that would match perfectly with my louboutins. I had a quick shower after finally finding what my outfit would be and then for the final step it was hair and makeup.

Simple but chic was tonights moto, so I was in favour of letting my beach curls loose and putting on some very light makeup. A hint of mascara, my favourite red lipstick and a puff of the best perfume I had. I took a a quick look at myself in the mirror when at the same moment the door bell rang for the second time today.

I opened the door in the most giddy and exciting way, being presented with a version of Alisson I wasn't really used to seeing. He was wearing a navy blue polo, matched with a pair of black trousers and sneakers like every footballer likes to wear at a night out. A few strands of hair were falling on his forehead which made his appearance even more attractive. Although, if I am being honest, nothing could top Alisson wearing the black Liverpool kit with the number 1 on the back.

"The most beautiful woman in all of Liverpool." He kept scanning me from head to toe with his mouth agape, flushed like never before and heavy breathing. I couldn't believe it that I would be escorted to the club by the team's main goalkeeper and the biggest sweetheart I had ever met.

"Says the most handsome goalkeeper in all the Premier League." I took my keys and phone before grasping onto his firm and strong bicep.

"Only the Prem? I would say the world if I were you." He winked playfully at me.

"Nah, there are a few keepers that are in close competition." I couldn't contain my laugh when I saw the offended expression on his face.

"I am willing to prove you otherwise." He whispered in my ear and his hot breath hit my neck, which sent shiver all over my spine. I kind of wished I got to see this side of Alisson as well, although I didn’t expect it this soon. Not that I minded though.

“Behave” I cupped his jaw and landed a kiss before he opened the door of the club and instantly be greeted by some of his teammates.

Trent, Kostas, Andy and Dominik all surrounded him but without leaving me behind. I was welcomed by them like a part of the actual squad.

“Gonna be the life of the party tonight?” Trent cheekily asks me, having been seen by him at some of my drunkest moments.

“Nah. I need to play nice and take care of you lot. Maybe another time.” There’s a frown that quickly wipes away his smile of excitement, knowing that he could have found a shots partner.

“You owe us next time. Getting away now but not for long.” Robertson raised his glass of whiskey and downed it in seconds.

“I’ll tell you what. If you manage to score a hat trick against Crystal Palace, then I will buy you all the drink you will have at our next gathering.”

Andy almost chocked on his drink when he heard my dare.

“Fucking hat trick? Well, it is Palace but jesus christ. You are so in. Deal.” And we shook each other’s hands firmly.

Kostas and Andy left to go with Virgil and Alexis, whilst I was with Trent, Alisson and Dominik.

I had caught with the corner of my eye Dominik staring at me from time to time. I tend to catch me checking me out but I feel like the corset I am wearing is giving him what he wants so out of reflex I take Alisson’s hand into mine and squeeze it a bit.

He hasn’t understood what is going on, until Dominik opened his mouth.

“Looking gorgeous today, y/n. As you always do.” He winks at me and I have a sensation of disgust churning inside my stomach. I’m not the only woman in the club that he tends to flirt with. He even does this with the women of Liverpool’s female team.

“Thank you Dom.” I sharply reply trying to avoid all possible eye contact with him.

“You know, it’s a pity a girl like you to be all alone. Need a partner maybe?” Alisson caught on to what Dominik said and without hesitation he answered very confidently:

“Looking at him right now mate” showing off the way he was holding my hand.

Trent eyed me with a widened expression and mouthed me the phrase ‘When was this?’

I said to him that ‘It’s a long story’ and would explain it to him another time.

“Oh getting lucky big man, eh!” Dominik’s jokes weren’t funny anymore when even Trent stopped laughing.

To my surprise and fortunate luck, Gakpo came up to us and wanted to talk to Dominik privately so that was also Trent’s cue to head to the rest of the field.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea he’d say such things.” I say in a very apologetic manner, as if I was the one hitting on Dominik.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything my love. He was acting like an asshole and got what he deserved. Although I could’ve said more.” Knowing that Alisson had other ways to defend me as well, made me know that in any instance, he would have my back, like I would have his.

“If you don’t feel comfortable then we can head out. Go somewhere more privately where we won’t have to face anyone.” I sneakily suggested

“Actually yes. That would be great. I would love that.” Happy that he agrees with my plan, I go up to Kostas and alert him that both Alisson and I are leaving. Trent says that it’s also better we leave given that if Dominik continued to act like so, Alisson would have resorted to possible violence.

For the final time tonight, we got on Alisson's car, without knowing which destination to take. All that mattered was to leave the club and be somewhere without anyone disturbing us. Before I could suggest a place we could visit, Alisson immediately said:

"Want to go by my house?" I know he had good intentions and didn't suggest it in a sneaky way, despite how the night ended up evolving.

"Sure thing." I trusted him, I knew he wouldn't do anything to make me feel uncomfortable. And if I am being honest, I am thankful we decided to leave the bar.

The ride from the club until Alisson's house wasn't very long. Once he parked his car, we got off and opened me the door to his house like a gentleman. I was aware that footballers get paid very well money but that wasn't this much apparent with his house. It was very beautifully decorated and was very cozy, instead of a luxurious mansion.

He offered me a glass of wine as we sat opposite of each other on his couch. He seemed a little tense at first with what had happened with Dominik and it was understandable. I was as well, but we shouldn't let this feeling ruin our night.

"Can I ask you something?" He quietly asked me.

"Anything you want."

"Do you seriously think there's a more handsome goalkeeper than me? Or better? Not just in the league."

Was he seriously asking me that? I only said it as a joke. Of course every goalkeeper is unique in their own way but Alisson was special in my eyes. He was fierce and passionate every time he was on the pitch. No one was number one for me, besides him.

"Of course not. You are the most talented keeper the league has known in the last years, extremely impressive as well as massively hot." The comment in the end was the cherry on top of the cake.

"Not to mention your header against West Brom. Shook me to my core."

I leaned towards him, only to be grabbed fiercely and sat on his lap. Alisson's lips leaned closer to my lobe, only for him to seductively whisper:

"Need another goal tonight?"

Before I had the chance to reply, he lift me up and started kissing my neck, his beard leaving marks all over it, whilst his hands were dominantly sitting on the sides of my thighs, sliding upwards to my ass. My soft moans had started to sound more clear to his ears, which boosted him to continue and move us to his bedroom.

Before I decided to occupy my hands with his fluffy hair, I pulled off his shirt, whilst his grasp on me was still very strong. I was met with a body structured like a greek god's. Every slick touch of mine on his body was fascinating. Shaping his v-line and abs before taking his face into my hands and kissing him into oblivion.

It was only fair he undid my corset, which let loose my squeezed up breasts and revealed the upper naked part of my body. Alisson laid me carefully on his bed, before coming on top of me and feasting on my neck, whilst his hands were playing with my nipples. I could feel his hardened erection pushing against my jeans and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, getting a taste of what was about to come later.

"És tão incrivelmente bonita" (You are so incredibly beautiful)

His raspy Brazilian voice earned him a louder and needier moan. All I wanted was him and for him to feast on me. This man deserved to be worshipped.

"I'm yours Alisson. Oh god don't stop."

"Glad you decided to associate me with god."

Little did I know that the reason he said this, was because once his tongue slipped against my wet womanhood I was sent into heaven. I was nothing but his to please and after a night with him, no one could ever compare nor I would allow anyone to touch me.

His piercing blue eyes were glued to mine, as I couldn't remove them from the way he was trying to leave his mark on me. Every kiss and lick on my wetness was a sign that this territory has his name on it.

"Mine and only mine" he growled soft before getting up and letting me waiting and all needy. In a few swift moves he had undone his belt and removed his jeans, which finally let free to my eyesight his tightened against his boxers length.

I gulped hardly as placed my fingers delicately inside his boxers and held my cock, which sprung outside and made me gasp as I was trying to get ahold of the fact that it was going to be the death of me.

"Gosta do que está a ver?" (Like what you see?) a satisfied smile was plastered all over his face with the reaction of mine.

"I surely am. Oh lord."

He leaned forward, close to my core and rubbed his cock against it and even with a single touch, I was in desperate need of him. After Alisson teased the god out of me, I felt him entering me and in seconds I had folded, clenching tightly wanting to get used to his size.

"Fuck baby, you are so tight. So perfect." Alisson's moans were erupting sparks inside my stomach. His swift moves were as pleasurable as looking into his eyes and with each thrust, I knew I was ruined. Each push was a love confession. Each twist was a confirmation that we were made for each other.

Each moan of mine was a reassurance that I was his.

"I want to prove to you in all the ways I can that I will make you happy."

#lfc players #fanfic #ynwa #alisson becker #alissonbecker x y/n

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kogglyuffs · 3 months

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hoooh man me sharing dead plate fics.. fun: ghost au pt. 4

//finally, the moment youve been waiting for.. rody's bday and the context of my drawing... letsa go

@aactuallyno

The day of love and friendship. Where lovers and friends gk and buy gifts for eachother, have several dates, eat chocolate and tell eachother how much they matter. It was a beautiful day for everyone else. But it was also his day. Rody's day. His birthday.

He ignored everything else around him, he just wanted to get back at home as soon as possible. He used a bit of his remaining funds he had when he worked at the bistro, just to buy a little piece of cake, not a whole birthday cake, but a sole piece. He shut his door as he leaned his back against it, giving a huge exhale, he could sense that feeling approach him already: sadness, guilt, remorse. It wasn't his first time feeling like this in Valentine's Day, but he feels so much worse than what he could remember during that era before he met her.

Rody went ahead and sat down at the couch, eating the piece of cake he got, awaiting for it to remove away his ideas. It kinda felt icky, as some thoughts of Manon's terrible but good-hearted baking would come to mind, he tried to brush them off, anxiously chewing on the cake nonstop. But it wouldn't stop, the more he remembered, the more dread he felt for this day: he is alone, all alone, both for Valentine's day, and his own birthday. His family is gone, Manon is gone, nobody else is around. Right, he already experienced this before, what about it, right? Right? It shouldn't be so different from when you were on your own. But once you get a taste of what you thought love is like, it is really hard to let go just like that.

Rody shook his head and just finished his cake whole, slamming the dish onto the table. "It's nothing… Just another year, me getting older and older, it's nothing! Nothing at all, just another average day…" He rubbed his face as he layed down on the couch. There was no need for him to stay awake when there was nothing else to do, nothing going on, nowhere to go, nobody to meet. So he just… waited until his eyes closed.

…

Before his eyes, there was a plate with a cake and a candle, not a big one, but it wasn't a mere piece of cake either, but an average cake. The room had no lights, only the candle and illuminated aprts of the cake being visible. Rody stared at it with tiresome eyes, yet feeling strange. He got startled when hearing someone singing and gently clapping next to him, "Happy birthday, dear Rody! Happy birthday to you!~".

Rody turned, there she was, the blue Manon he saw in another dream.

"Manon?" Rody asked

Manon turned to him with a soft smile, "Happy birthday, Rody! And Valentines day as well"

Rody smiled a bit, but when he tried to approach Manon's hand, he frowned.

"Ah, this isn't real, isn't it?"

"Hm? What about it?" Manon asked

"I mean, nobody is here and-"

"I am here, Rody"

"Yeah! But- Ahh, I don't know like… You'e here but you're NOT here, you know what I mean?"

"I am here, Rody, don't worry! You won't spend your special day by yourself"

"Ahh, it's my mind playing games with me, right? It's just making me imagine things that I want so bad to be real, only for them to not be real!"

"Rody…" Manon frowned

"Maybe I could just imagine you're alive! And that we're together! I could imagine my family are alive as well! Would imagine this wasn't a horrible day at all right now! Until…"

"Rody… Listen" Manon approached him and held his hand, "You… You are right, this is not real, it may be just a dream-"

"Right? Like… What's the point of bein-"

"Listen! This may not be real… But you really shouldn't feel down because of it.. These are memories gathering up to show you the moments you've enjoyed, memories you may remember them with pain, but it shouldn't be like that… Just think about those moments we spent time together, and about how happy they were for you, how real those feelings were…"

Rody sighed, "My feelings… may be real, but.. those moments, this moment, doesn't feel real, but it still.. makes me happy to see you again, and hear your sweet voice.."

Manon leaned against Rody's arm, "Well, even if this moment isn't real, it's better to enjoy the feeling, the moment, and create some new memories with it, right?"

Rody turned back to the cake, and blew the candle, making the room go entirely black. But it wasn't dark for a long while, as the sun was rising infront of his window, welcoming another day.

#aaand thats all by now yippieeee #ive seen your tags and like #im actually very happy that someone likes this lil thingy!!#still dont think i may tag these or probs delete em later #but im very glad youre reading these posts :>#tysm for reading these

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piduai · 1 month

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Got a gk question you probably have the answer to but I was thinking about the ogata motivation reveal in 304 and how he wanted tsurumi to be his advisor after making him fake his death because he wanted his attention. This I get. What I'm confused about is why he was projecting his mother onto him while doing so? Ogata projecting his father onto him I get because tsurumi was deliberately cultivating that archetype to manipulate him but the tsurumi specific mommy issues felt kind of out of left field

ogata projecting his mother into tsurumi is more of a coincidental joke than a factual canonical occurrence, because of the panelling and the timing.

like these pages literally go one after the other in the chapter. his mother never looked at him. even though he was the one by her side, brought her food (which wasn't ankou), had her sing him to sleep, sick as she was, she never acknowledged him. this need to be acknowledged and looked at and appreciated has followed him his entire life, so when tsurumi (who promised to offer his aid regarding his getting ahead) started getting distracted by other things and taking his eyes off ogata, he didn't like it. but it's not that ogata projected his literal mother (or even father, for that matter) onto tsurumi. as far as projecting slights onto unrelated people goes, it was his projection of yuusaku onto asirpa that was the most offensive and straightforward, and even there it's not that he literally saw yuusaku's presence in her and flipped his lid, she just reminded him of what he hated yuusaku for (due to those traits strenghtening his own feelings of inadequacy) so he decided to be difficult about it

#tsurumi mommy issues ogata is just a joke at the end of the day... though a funny one. but there's no actual sentimentality lost between #those two #anon #ogata is such a fun character i miss gk

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iluffyouxo · 1 year

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hꪮᥒꫀᥡ ᥣꫀꪑꪮᥒ ᖯᥣᥲᥴk tꫀᥲ || jꫀꪮᥒ jᥙᥒgkꪮꪮk

방탄소년단 — jeon jungkook x black, female oc

It was a bright morning, almost nippy when the wind blew at a certain pace. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. Though, the few grey clouds that dotted the sky made a promise of rain later on in the day—and, if the weather report is reliable enough to go off of, that later would be sooner than noon.

However, despite those warnings, I decided to go on my Saturday morning walk to gain inspiration for my artwork.

I had been in a slump for months now and, if I’m being honest with myself, it’s mostly due to my poor life balance between school, work and my own sanity. So, maybe a long walk through campus will do me some good…hopefully.

“Kyoko? What’re you doing out here so early?”

A familiar voice and a pair of steps sounded from behind me. “Zenni and Chae Yeong? Hey!” I smiled as my two closest friends walked up to me in cropped hoodies and sweats. “I’m going on a walk, and you?” Zenni smiles back at me, “Same here.”

“It’s too pretty of a morning not to,” Chae Yeong finished, “How about we walk together?” I nod, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

•

“So, have you seen him…?” Chae Yeong mumbles to us as if she’s telling the world’s darkest secret. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Seen who?” Zenni voices my thoughts.

“The new student? Jeon Jungkook?”

My eyes grow wide and I gasp, “No way. The Jeon Jungkook…? Nope…never heard of him.” I chuckle as Chae Yeong huffs and slaps my arm. “I’m being serious Kyoko!”

“Okay, so who’s this ‘Jeon Jungkook’ you speak of?” Zenni asks between amused snickers. Chae Yeong’s eyes sparkle as she begins to explain.

“I first met him in Professor Mae’s class. She was in the middle of explaining our social marketing project when he ran in panting and apologizing. And he sat down next to Bin Mi-Gyeong, lucky bitch. He has dark hair, a tattoo sleeve and wears all black. From what I gathered he’s a gamer on YouTube from Busan with over twelve million subscribers and eight million followers on Instagram. He curates at least one point two million likes between both platforms almost every day—Instagram, of course, gaining the most the fastest.”

Chae Yeong pulls out her phone and shoves it into our faces, my eyes forced to see a rather aesthetically pleasing Instagram page of an almost bunny looking, doe eyed boy.

“And he’s talented at everything he does. Just name it! Dance, singing, drawing, photography, boxing! He’s good at it all!”

I cross my arms. “And you just found out all of this…today?” The brunette only nods as she begins scrolling through the guy’s pictures—of which I’m sure she’s done a million times in the past hour.

“Come to think of it, I have heard of him,” Zenni starts, “Frankie Lennox was gossiping about him to her group of friends in class yesterday.”

“He just got here and he’s already making a fuss? I dunno if I’mma like this Jungkook guy,” I grumble. Chae Yeong just waves me off. “Oh, please, you say that now. But, wait until you see him. He missed most of his classes yesterday, but you share all of his morning courses.” Zenni laughs, “Be sure to say hi to him for me.” I roll my eyes, “Whatever.”

•

“Bak Yong, is that him? The one everyone’s been gawking over?” She sends me a dirty look but nods before returning back to her schoolwork.

Truthfully, I couldn’t help but to feel a bit curious. The boy had been the talk of the town lately. He and his friend, Bak Jimin, were rising in fame at the school rapidly. It was almost scary how far looks alone could get you. That’s definitely something I could never relate to. I sigh. “Someone like him would totally end up with someone like Zenni or Chae Yeong…maybe even Yoko.”

Yoko was my younger sister of two years. But, even so, I seemed like the youngest. She was more beautiful and more talented than I ever was. And it had always been that way. Though, I had never been jealous of her…I could only ever be proud of her accomplishments. Proud of the fact that she had never ended up like me.

In a weird way, I guess that makes me kind of pathetic.

•

Another day had passed and I found myself in my pajamas eating ramen with Zenni and Chae Yeong. “You saw him today, right?”

“For damn near five hours.”

“What was your reaction?” I sigh, “I only thought of how he would be a perfect match for Yoko.”

There was a long pause after that (the only sound cutting the silence was the slurping of my noodles).

“Yoko? Why do you think so highly of her?” Zenni questions, and I could hear the faint trace of frustration in her voice. I shrug. “I’m just proud of who she’s become. I am her older sister after all.” Chae Yeong growls, “You know she doesn’t think the same of you.” I only shrug again. “What does that matter? She’s better than me in every way…and that’s okay.”

“And do you really think that?” Zenni raises an eyebrow at me. I nod. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I smile at her before looking down at the empty broth of my cup noodles.

It is okay, right?

•

“Now that I’ve explained your semi-finals project, I’ll be calling out the groups I chose. Since the class is uneven, there will be one team of three. Sītú Chan-juan and Kim Nabi, Ahn Min Jeong and Cha Ga Eul, Jeon Jungkook and Kangjeon Kyoko, Seok Nari and Asaki Luan—“

The world sat still for a moment. Everything went mute. And I could only focus on the fact that Professor Nam had just announced that Jeon Jungkook was my art project partner.

I could practically feel the hundreds of jealous eyes burning holes into every side of my head. I gulp.

I am so dead.

“Bak Yong, Bak Jimin and Seonghun Min. Please, go sit next to your partners. These will be your new assigned seats for the remainder of the year since you will have the same partners for the finals. Get started when you’re ready and remember to have fun, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The months of effort I put in to ignore him just so I could avoid a situation such as this one went down the drain as soon as Jungkook sat down in what was once Bak Yong’s seat. I groan, “What a disaster.”

“What’s a disaster?” He blinked at me with innocent eyes and a cheerful grin. “Hi, I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I mumble. “Kyoko.”

“So, you’re Yoko’s older sister, huh?”

At the mention of Yoko’s name I sit up straight in my seat and turn all the way to face him. “You know Yoko?” He nods. “Yeah, we’re close friends. She told me that you think the world of her so, mentioning her would get me on your good side. You’re really scary and cold, did you know that?”

I glare at him. “How do you know Yoko?”

“She’s a really popular singer on YouTube these days. We met playing Among Us during a livestream with some mutual friends.” I purse my lips, “Well, if you’re good enough to be Yoko’s friend then, I guess you’re okay.”

“She said you’d say that, too…but, she doesn’t speak very highly of you.” I shrug. “So? Anyways, let’s get working on the project.”

•

A week. An entire week has past since I became Jungkook’s desk mate and project partner.

An entire week of threats and bullying. An entire week of bloody fights and teacher conferences.

An entire week of no motherfucking peace.

And yet Jungkook sat in front of me with the most carefree smile and, truly, wholeheartedly, I wanted to deck him in his pretty face so damn bad. But, instead, I grind my teeth together and continue searching for a reference for the portrait we decided to work on.

“Kyoko…?” His voice is soft as he murmurs my name. I glance up at him. “Yeah?”

“Can I…use you as reference for the portrait?” He’s shy as he asks. It really made me want to punch him even more.

“Why? Just use Yoko,” I reply dismissively.

“But, I—“

I glare at him.

“I wanna draw you.”

I sigh and sip my coffee. What the hell for? Though, as I continue to stare at him, I couldn’t bring myself to voice my thoughts. “Alright, fine, but don’t be upset with me when the painting gets ruined.”

And in turn his infamous bunny smile is directed at me as a faint blush dusts his cheeks. “Thanks.”

•

At some point honey lemon black tea—that and iced coffee—became my favorite drink to sip on while perfecting my art skills. And I had shared my newly found obsession with Chae Yeong, Zenni, Yoko and Jungkook.

It wasn’t long before him and I began sharing one cup with two straws of the sourly sweet flavored tea as he sketched me in his notebook more times than I cared to remember and as I sketched out different backgrounds for the easel.

“Y’know…you’re really pretty, Kyoko.”

“Stop mumbling nonsense.”

Jungkook had also become a lot more bolder and a lot more frequent when it came to voicing his nonsensical thoughts. Which, more or less, were compliments directed at me.

“But, it’s not nonsense. I really think so,” he continued confidently.

I put down my pencil with a sigh. “You don’t have to lie to me to get on my good side, Jungkook, I already like you.”

The ravenette blinks harshly at me before his nose scrunches up disapprovingly, “You can’t even tell a compliment from an insult. Does everyone really think that lowly of you?” I only shrug. “When you have the most perfect and beautiful younger sister, you’re kinda always compared. And…I’m okay with that.”

It’s silent for a moment too long, and I think the conversation is over, when he lets out a frustrated groan.

“I know we’ve known each other for barely a month now but, I’ve known your sister for two years and I think that—“ He cuts himself off, his face flushing a potent bright red. I raise an eyebrow at him, a gesture that he continue his sentence.

“…I think you’re more worth it than she is.”

“Worth what?” I breathed.

“Everything that she has and more.”

I glance up at him for a while. Trying to grasp onto every word he’s stated. I’m worth that much to him? That thought alone caused me to smile at him. “Whatever,” I chuckle, “Just get back to work.”

I pick up my pencil again, ready to begin drawing, when his next words caused me to drop it on the floor and abruptly stand up from my chair, “I like you, Kyoko.”

My fists begin to quiver as I glare down at him. “Alright, dude, you can stop now. Do you really think I’m that gullible? I can’t believe you.”

I hastily grab my things and rush out of the main campus library. “What an idiot,” I huff.

•

I didn’t see him for the next few days after that. We occasionally sent pictures of our progress to the project and some times, every now and then, he’d send a voice memo of him singing American slow jams.

Other than that…the weekend was quite boring.

“It hasn’t even been a month since we started talking to each other, do you think he actually likes me?” I voice my thoughts to Zenni as she smacked on some cereal she had ordered from abroad. Chae Yeong was in her room cussing out some poor fella on her team in Apex.

“Kyoko…he’s liked you far longer than that,” Zenni speaks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “What the hell makes you say that?”

“He came up to us not too long before your project began, asking us if you hated him and if there was a way to make sure you two became partners. He said that Yoko gave him a misinterpreted version of yourself and that you’re the exact opposite of who she said you were.”

“It sounds as if Yoko is jealous of you,” Chae Yeong interjects. “She wanted to make sure Jungkook never liked you. Guess that backfired.”

Chae Yeong turns around from where she had been rummaging through the fridge. “So, are you gonna call him?” She takes a sip of her beer before heading back inside her room.

•

The phone rang once…twice…, “Hello? Kyoko?”

My breath hitches at the sound of his voice. This is the first time we’ve spoken on the phone. I clear my throat. “D’you wanna go to the gaming basement with me?”

I hear him take in a quick breath before humming. “Uh…yeah, sure. That sounds fun.”

“Yeah? Okay. Does around twelve sound good?”

He hums again. “Yeah, that’s fine. C’ya then.”

•

Somehow, in the middle of playing COD, his lips met mine after a well-deserved victory. “You didn’t push me away,” he breaths. I chuckle, “Don’t worry, I thought about.” I sit back in my seat and hum. “But, you’re a damn good kisser, Mr. Jeon.”

He blinks, shocked by my bluntly honest answer, “Really? Well—uh—thanks.”

I lean in close with a small grin, poking his nose, “Lemme kiss you again, okay?” Jungkook begins coughing with wide eyes and leans away. “Eh!? You can’t just say stuff like that Kyoko!” I laugh, “Why not? I liked it so, naturally, I’d wanna do it again.” I lay my head on the table and grab his hand.

“I kinda like you…I wanna kiss you more than once.” Being so honest was foreign to me, however, I didn’t mind it all that much.

After getting over his initial shock Jungkook laid his head down next to mine. “Then, do me a favor—“ he pecks my lips, “—become my girlfriend.” I hum. “Sure, why not? I’d be doing you a favor.” He chuckles and grips my hand back, “Yeah, you would be.”

•

“WHAT? He’s your boyfriend now!?” Chae Yeong yells in my face. She squeezes my shoulders. “The progress happened so quickly!”

“Yeah, it did,” I smile to myself.

It was a cloudy morning as Chae Yeong and I walked around campus. We were meeting up with Zenni and Jimin (who had began dating not too long ago) at our local coffee shop Honey Lemon. Kind of an ironic name. “Kyoko!”

I perk up at the voice that beckoned me. “Kookie.”

Chae Yeong waves happily at him as his steps sync with ours. “Heading to the cafe?” He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I nod. “Yeah.”

“Then, let’s go together.”

I grin, “Mmmm. Yeah, let’s go.”

“You guys are such love birds,” Chae Yeong cackles, “But, I totally called it.”

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sunglassesmish · 1 year

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https://at.tumblr.com/sing-little-bird/httpstwittercomchadfiveashstatus163074381194/4sjto44x6jci

Friendly reminder that GK has a Bruce Wayne! https://www.instagram.com/p/CeR48-1rhTR/?igshid=MjkzY2Y1YTY=

okay now i really don’t know about batman but the coincidences are piling up

#anon #ask

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the-possum-writes · 2 years

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Green Knight (Fern), prompt 12, full moon. Non-binary/gender-neutral reader goes for a walk with GK, it’s a full moon, and things get a lil risqué in a clearing. Everything else is up to you!

🍁[Halloween Prompts] 🎃

12. Full moon

A/n: Oh hey it's you! ☺️ Won't be needing to tag you in this one hehe, good day.

🔸Character: Green Knight (Fern)

🔸Fandom: Adventure Time

🔸Tags: Suggestive content, Gender neutral reader

🔸Wordcount: 708

🔸Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards

Small talk is non existent between you and this green knight. Your muddy boots on the other hand, chat with the forest soil as you stomp through crunchy leafs and twigs, the trees eventually thin out into a clearing, unraveling the full moon that was hiding behind tree foliage looming over your head for the past hour.

While GK carries most of the scavenged goods on his back it doesn't slow him down in the slightest, he walks past you with a grunt. "What's the hold up? Move it." he commands from under his helm, but you ignore him, in exchange for plopping down on the nocturnal grass.

"We've been going on at it since 8am, let me catch a break." you insist but the knight isn't persuaded.

"Gumbald wants this stuff by dawn," his tone reminds you of a pushy ex manager.

"If he wants it so bad he can come for it! even better just take my part and go on without me."

The crickets singing in the background is comically fitting when he doesn't snap back, eyeing your burlap bag with consideration before giving up with a sigh. Raising the visor from his helm like a sign of peace, "Ten minutes." he states, dropping his own share of scrap metals as he joins you on the ground. You stare upwards, admiring the celestial object floating in the night sky, its complete body bright enough to illuminate the clearing. When walking through the forest you could only see glimpses of its light, but now that it's in full view it's nothing but relaxing.

"9 minutes." your friendly knight interrupts your train of thought.

"Oh glob, what are you an alarm clock? Enjoy the scenery dumb dumb, you've been cooped up inside Gumbald's lab I thought you'd appreciate it.." you snap back, but the way he avoided your line of sight was a telling sign that you pinched a nerve. "...Sorry."

"No need, you're not the one who shredded me to pieces." his tone softens, leaning back as he preps up his upper body with his elbows. "He brought me back and gave me this cool armor, the least I could do is scavenge and deliver stuff on time." Green Knight stared at the bag he was carrying before redirecting his gaze at the moon.

He so pretty like this, the moonlight reflecting his armored body, so many spikes hiding a soft interior.

You scoot closer to him, not caring if it left grass stains on your bum. He's worth it. "Hey. How about we pretend nothing of that exists? just for the next 8 minutes." not only did your body get closer to him, but so did your hand. Gently encasing it over his, the pointy gear felt uncomfortable in your palm but he reshaped it so that it was his normal hand intertwined with yours. Gk wiggles his fingers for a bit, feeling your tender skin against his grassy one before gripping it tight. Oh how he would cherish the touch of those hands on him, so warm, so comforting. The moon remains as the only witness during the first kiss, soon followed by another, and many more after that. An ever growing want surfacing between the two of you with each lick and involuntary whine, your hands going up to his chest as if he were a life ring keeping you afloat from drowning further, if the moon could talk it would call you out for lying. I mean, you're already tipping on the edge here. Your knight in shining armor coaxed you onto of him, knees already on either side of him as you mount him like a trusty steed.

With a final breath you pull away from Fern while a trail of saliva glints in the night light, giving the young man a taunting smile as you remind him. "It's already been 10 minutes~"

GK makes an audible groan, sounding more annoyed than anything. "Forget about that." he pulls you in for another smooch but you lean away. "But what about Gumbald?" you continue to ruffle his grass blades.

Your Green Knight grabs a hold of your legs, pulling you closer to him as he states. "Gumbald can wait!"

That's the spirit.

#adventure time x reader #fern the human x reader #Adventure time green knight #halloween prompts

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psychangels · 2 months

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it's been a while since i last talked about Lightning in a Bottle! for folks who don't know, that's my fantasy au (i kept the sci-fi elements, though, because i think that's more fun). since i'm going to get back to working on it soon, i figured i ought to do so!

so here's some stuff about it! starting with the Magic

there are 9 elements that all magic is connected to and comes from in some way: earth, plant, fire, water, air, ice, electricity, light, and shadow. there are variants of these, as well, such as blood, void, metal, etc., but variants do not have elementals that naturally exist of them. it is possible to create one, though

most mythical entities are some type of elemental. they can be any kind, it's not limited to what they are. for instance, mimosa, who is a harpy, is an ice elemental.

spells can be cast an infinite number of ways. it's simply a matter of knowing How. for example, chai casts spells via singing/playing instruments, but he also casts using drawings

anyone and anything can learn how to use magic.

only elementals are naturally born with it

angels and demons have their own unique types of magic that cannot be used by anything else. for angels, it's angelic/holy; for demons, it's demonic/sinful.

not necessarily about how magic works, but magic and tech are extremely intertwined in this world. most tech is made using magic in some form and has magical components

and some things about summoning to follow that up!

only angels and demons can be summoned

all summonings require a sacrifice of some kind. the sacrifice must be something that has meaning to the summoner

much like with casting, there are a lot of ways to summon. a common and easy method is filling a bowl with water. can be any kind, even the dirtiest, filthiest water in a cracked bowl

if you want to summon someone specific, you have to be more particular about the actual setup of the summoning. it requires at least One thing that belongs to whoever you're summoning

when a demon/angel is summoned, they are Always covered in blood.

alright, now about the Setting!

vandelay technologies? more like vandelay City!

roxanne is the founder and was basically the mayor, before kale made spectra and took over. macaron was part of the city council.

instead of departments, there's districts! there's the factory district, magic district, artist district, business district...and then all the other ones that aren't important to the overall story

next up: Characters!

chai is an electric demon. he gets summoned by peppermint to help her get into vandelay city. he specializes in electric (obviously), metal, demonic, and blood magic.

the vandelays and macaron are all humans. they all know magic

peppermint has Known about kale's takeover for a while, but hasn't been able to get into the city due to the gatekeeper (qa-1mil, who is named gk-1mil in this au). so she traveled around for a bit, trying to get more intel. she specializes in light and metal magic

macaron still lives in the city, now with his awesome cool robot cnmn. he specializes in earth and metal magic

rekka is an earth centaur. she specializes in earth (of course) and metal magic. she's in charge of the factory district

zanzo's an elf who specializes in water and metal magic. he's in charge of the magic district. he still has a lab; it's hidden in a cave behind a waterfall.

korsica's a...human. she specializes in air and blood magic. she's not in charge of any of the districts; security is Everywhere

mimosa's an ice harpy. she specializes in ice and air magic. she's in charge of the artist district

roquefort's a werewolf, of course. he specializes in earth and shadow magic. he's in charge of the business district.

kale's in charge of the city, and he specializes in fire, electric, light, and metal magic. lots of variety, i'll give him that

roxanne specializes in light, metal, and electric magic. she's somewhere. probably.

cnmn and 808 can't use magic (though they Can learn how to, as stated previously), but they are powered by electric magic. same goes for all of the robots

everyone knows Other Types of magic, too, they just aren't as proficient in them as the ones i specifically mentioned

that's about everything i can think of right now. if you have any questions, feel free to ask away! :]

#hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #808 hi fi rush #kale vandelay #roxanne vandelay #macaron hi fi rush #cnmn hi fi rush #rekka hi fi rush #zanzo hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #mimosa hi fi rush #roquefort hi fi rush #lightning in a bottle #angeltalks.txt

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soo.. gk characters at a karaoke bar. what would happen? the world needs to know.

The whole thing was Ray’s idea, because of course it was. He’s having the time of his life caterwauling various Avril Lavigne hits to a surprisingly receptive audience. Brad would not have agreed to come if he’d known in advance that this was a karaoke bar.

Brad immediately decides that - much as he would like to, since there’s not enough alcohol in the world to make this experience tolerable - he cannot risk getting drunk, lest he be persuaded into some kind of performance which he will undoubtedly regret the next day and which there may end up being documented photographic and/or video evidence of, knowing Lilley.

Nate is there too, and that’s another reason Brad absolutely does not need his judgement impaired right now. The temptation’s always there, and never more so when Nate’s in civvies and seemingly at ease, laughing good-naturedly at the antics of his platoon.

Still, no reason why Nate shouldn’t have a good time - god knows he needs it - so Brad offers to buy him a drink and suggests, “Take the night off for once, sir. I’ll keep an eye on the kids.” And Nate looks at him consideringly for a second and then smiles that absolute gut-punch of a smile and says, “Alright, Sergeant, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Doc Bryan: “Can the adults in the room make the executive decision to move this party literally anywhere else?” (translation: I have too much self-respect to get into a fight at a karaoke bar). Poke meanwhile is having way too much fun watching these white boys make complete fools of themselves.

Rudy: “Do they have any Enya?”

Walt’s pretty shy, but after a few beers Ray manages to coax him onto the stage - and ends up kind of regretting it since his angelic voice and sweet country boy vibes instantly win the hearts of every girl in the place.

Q-tip and Christeson. They don’t even need a backing track, they have each other! You’d think that many shots would interfere with their beatboxing abilities, but they’ve had so much practise that it’s almost second nature at this point.

(Bizarrely, they also keep insisting the LT’s a really good singer, honest, we heard him a couple times in Iraq, he’s screwby yo. Brad’s not entirely sure he believes them, but the idea that they know something about Nate he doesn’t nearly causes him to crush a beer bottle in his bare hand.)

At the end of the night, with everyone else safely chaperoned out the door, Nate ruefully admits that he drove here since he hadn’t really intended on drinking all that much. Brad offers him a ride home before he can think better of it, which leads to Nate Fick in his passenger seat, loose-limbed and a little tipsy and perhaps the most relaxed Brad’s seen him, absent-mindedly singing along to a song on the radio as they pull up outside Nate’s house. And fuck if Q-tip and Christeson weren’t telling the truth: he can sing.

Brad’s staring. He knows he’s staring, he can’t help it, and when Nate catches him at it the singing trails off and he blushes, biting his lip in embarrassment. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking beautiful it’s not even fair, and Brad’s damn near sober but all of a sudden it’s like he can’t police himself. Everything he’s been trying to hide must be showing on his face right now, he’s sure of it, and Nate’s staring at him with some kind of realisation dawning across his expression–

He blinks, and Nate is suddenly a lot closer, leaning over the centre console. A tentative hand is hovering at Brad’s cheek, and the indecipherable look in his eyes is something a lot like hope. “Tell me if this is okay,” he whispers, and Brad is pressing their mouths together in answer before he even finishes his sentence.

#asks #generation kill #bradnate #this…kind of got away from me #there’s not a prompt on earth i can’t turn into a bradnate pinefest and that’s the oscartwofoxtrot dot tumblr dot com guarantee!

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magnificent-winged-beast · 1 year

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I'm incommunicado.

Can't receive asks since the message thing of my blog died.

Can't reply to my own post.

It's been 1 month. I don't hsve followers or they are bots probably, because I only got two since December. Just the secondary blogs had this rush of bots following.

Don't know if the people I use to casually chat know that I don't have this feature.

Aparently, I can't send asks either. Or I'm probably with this "pissed by the tumblr Gods energy" that no one wants to reply to me, or even tag me.

It seems they are trying to smother this blog slowly and casually. Like being a drunk on the floor and they put a gigant sing upon my body that says: Don't bother, she likes being like this and probably will bite you if you help her. And are waiting for me to just stop breathing or chocke on my own vomit.

So let it die, let it rot. I hope this isn't a sign of this side of the fandom also dying and moving on with other things. I still and adict of all the art and shenanigans this fandom still has in it even if the show ended almost 3 years ago.

Personally, I still want this to be a blog for Castiel and Misha, even if it's like 100% Destiel and Cockles since 2020. I'm really looking forward for the GK thing.

But if I've been forced to evacuate here, and begin from the 200 followers on my other blogs of personal endeavors, I should leave now.

I've been sending a request to fix this to tumblr help once a week. Not even a mail in response or acknowledge of my existence so far.

From my 6 years of experience here, I think I'm far from relevant or desirable as an user, even if I purchase stuff, pay for the no ads thing. I assume that a single person from Bolivia does not mean a demographic they want to keep, and the amount of followers it has does not count as significant, neither this blog as a part of those 6 years in the tumblr ecosystem. Because of the mass migration from Twitter, I assume, that are overwhelming their servers. Loosing me it's probably a lint in their corporate belly buttons.

Funny thing is I try to convince me that this blog matters. Even if many other people leave this site deactivating their blogs and leaving a big hole in the fandom in my opinion. But me, just fading away, or tumblr just expecting I give up leave and forget this blog, so they magically solve the thing once I migrate to another user or platform. Isn't really a big deal in the great scheme of things. I don't think anyone will notice my disappearance. I'm no legacy or important blog.

In the mean girls universe, before the let's point the blogs that gaslight us to believe that OF COURSE DESTIEL WILL HAPPEN IN THE END, how you DARE to not trust us META minds that know Dabb is our personal Jesus Christ and savior. At first I hang out with with them, but then I renegate and became the usual Cas Stan that got the "Bitter" tittle because I knew they will not have the Cojones to make Destiel actually happen on the screen as a real and indiscutible situation, like a kiss or an open declaration of love that had to go BOTH WAYS.

So, my importance here is minimal. Other blogs where more active and spoke about this inner bullying in on our Heller community. How being a Clown that got many questions and wasn't that happy after watching Castiel go to Superhell and Dean just staying there looking sad, but didn't say anything at all, wasn't the promise land they preach.

I will always protest about the awful way Misha was used to bait his fan base to watch the worse two episodes in human TV history of that finale just hoping he'll be there... eventually (I was that fool, and I waited, and I waited, and I watched... THE HORROR 😱).

Anyways, because I know this post probably will go to tumblr hell like Castiel. And be there in the empty of promises and things we prefer to believe to not loose or Collective Clown minds when Jackles has the time and has the 133563323th question about that scene that confirms that Dean was being a Bro and Cas was being a Bro and all the thing was just in our heads and Cas never said I love you, or he said it but it was more like a: BRO, I LOVE YOU, BRUH.

I'll try to reach the Server Gods, plead for my oxygen and pray for the cause of this punishment not being just another antiheller pro Jarpiss that got all the time in the world, or enough friends to ask for my reporting as whatever they could just to put me in this position.

I rather want to believe this is like a rite of passage. For what I recall, many blogs of people who I love and enjoy had a temporal deactivation or this kind of things once or twice in their history. So, that gives me hope to think, opposite of what I explained earlier in this gigant mental fart of existence and relevance on the tumblresphere, I'm probably and finally being initiated in the ancient ways of torture to became and actual real blog in its own right.

I. Really. Prefer. To think. It's just that kind of things. Not the Tall one lovers and their obsession with a gigant 40s toddler.

Still I will always keep distance from them and their Incestuos ownership of the S*PN tag.

If this are my last words, and or post, I want to say:

VIVA COCKLES!

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