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navree · 1 year

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I never cared before about Alys when I've read F&B but the way some of those shippers hate her so much , in Twitter i see alot of them call her ugly hag , gro**mer and so many misgonystic/ ageism names and even hope for her to get cut from the show.. What for ? She is very important to the narrative and especially to Aemond's arc...

Yeah, shippers of other things and antis have been getting weirrrrrrrrrd about Alys. And that's not just a thing specific to her, I've seen some people on my side say weird shit about Helaena (which is fucked up she's the number one girlie y'all are fake fucking Green fans if you're gonna shit on Helaena for no reason), and I'm really not looking forward to anything the Daemon/Rhaenyra shippers are going to have to say once Nettles shows up. Chillest shippers I've seen in this fandom thus far are the Rhaenicents, God bless. And it'd be one thing on its own if I could trust that this was just confined to dislike of a character, but considering the track record people have when it comes to ASOIAF related media (the people who made fun of Emilia Clarke's appearance and her brain injuries and bullied Emily Carey off of social media are never going to see Heaven), I do not trust these people not be utterly vitriolic to whichever actress they ultimately cast as Alys.

People can have their criticisms of the ship, they can point out what they want about the age difference (even though it's not grooming because words have meanings Jesus Christ, not to mention Aemond has significantly more power in the relationship than Alys does) or just not enjoy it, that's all fair and valid. But it's really weird to demand that Alys be cut entirely when she's a unique part of her story and offers a unique perspective that no other character can offer, as well as her place in the stories and arcs not just for Aemond but for Daemon and Larys and honestly even Criston cuz he was at Harrenhal too. Alys can't be replaced with another character, no one occupies the part of the story she's a part of in the way that she does, that's why she as a character exists. Nor is it necessarily "out of character" for Aemond to fall for her or prioritize her once he does, and it's not him "abandoning his family for some chick" as I've seen some people actually say. For one, sorry that Aemond's recorded actions as written down in one book aren't fitting into what you want to happen, but that's on you, not the writing. If, over the course of a single story, a character's canon actions and canon thoughts and canon feelings and canon words feel "out of character" to you, then you simply do not have an accurate read on that character, I'm sorry. For two, it's not even him abandoning his family or being out of character. Nothing about their relationship is out of bounds for the kind of person that Aemond is, and as I mentioned in a prior ask, Aemond is not in a position to help his family. Even beyond the fact that Aemond considers Daemon their biggest threat at the moment and his primary goal was to get rid of him before thinking of any way to depose Rhaenyra, his family's either dead or prisoners to a hostile faction, and any attempt to try and free the ones he knows are alive just aren't feasible at that time (if you think Aemond's going to gamble the lives of his mother and his sister on the off chance that an assault on Rhaenyra might succeed, then you're stupid, no two ways about it). With that backdrop, it makes perfect sense that Aemond is at least going to fight tooth and nail for the one person he does have and does love, that he can save, because he can't do anything for Alicent or Helaena or Aegon who at this point might even be dead, but he can do something to keep Alys safe and well by his side. And even if you want to be incredibly cynical about it, then at this point in time Alys could potentially be carrying a future claimant for the Greens. No one knows where Aegon is, Jaehaera is ineligible for the throne under Westerosi customs and laws, Jaehaerys and Maelor are both dead, and Aemond and Daeron are both actively participating in deadly combat that could (and does) kill them. For pragmatism alone, Aemond wanting to ensure that, if Alys is carrying a son, that this son survives to continue pressing the claims set forth by their side, or Hell even just to make it so Rhaenyra doesn't win, makes sense.

Even if you want to ignore the importance Alys brings to the narrative, what she furthers in Aemond's arc, what his love for her can reveal to us about the kind of character that he is, that still doesn't make anything about the romance or the actions it spurs "out of character" or an indictment on Aemond, nor does it justify being weird and vile about a fictional character or people who enjoy her relationship with another fictional character. Ya fucking freaks.

#personal #answered #anonymous #wow i did not expect this answer to get as long as it did #but as we know i'm quite passionate about these two and also alys specifically #listen i don't care for hel****** at all in any whatsoever #i think it's real dumb and i think theories that try to cut alys and replace her with the character in question #are bonkers and stupid and generally created by people who don't understand anything about anything #but i'm not gonna be a bitch about it because none of it is real #and it's fucking shipping! just ship and let ship what's the matter with some of y'all

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xbellaxcarolinax · 4 years

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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) Signs

Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 1643

Warnings: Corny

AN: Okay, so I lied. The epilogue wasn’t the complete end. I have 5 extra bonus chapters that take place after the end of the original story, but before the epilogue. They are all corny. Beware. Hope you guys enjoy, they were so fun to write 💙 @leilabeaux, I hope this and the next few bonus chapters are to your liking 😘

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Heracles was the first to notice a change.

Though the mastiff was a natural guardian and had always followed his mistress like a shadow, he had gotten far more aggressive towards strangers, even to those he knew.

No matter where Artemis went, he'd follow loyally, remaining by her side at all times, night and day, outdoors and indoors.

The dog was nicknamed Jötnar to those that frequented the hall, a devourer of those who'd come near his mistress.

Hvitserk was next in noticing a change.

As her instructor, he chose to reserve mornings for their training in archery and basic swordsmanship. She proved herself agile with both sword and bow, slowly becoming proficient in both areas, but she could not yet be given the title of a skilled fighter.

The days went by and suddenly her skill steadily declined, each blow weaker and weaker to the point where she barely had the energy to lift a sword in the first place. The amount of times Hvitserk almost knocked her to the ground were too many to count, and eventually, lessons were always cut short.

Her aim with a bow hadn't changed, in fact, she was extremely precise with her arrows though now it exhausted her to even think of lifting her bow.

Hvitserk thought she'd make for a terrible warrior.

Heahmund was third to take notice.

The Queen was always tired. Usually, she'd take a portion of her day to study Ivar's rune sticks, practicing to read and write each symbol in the hopes of becoming more proficient in the duties that usually fell to her husband. Since she couldn't read or write in her own language, she wanted to learn how to in her adoptive language.

Asa, though very young, had previously been learning her runes with her mother, and now offered the little knowledge she had with Artemis. It was a nice pass time for them, sitting in the middle of the hall atop furs and pillows in a fort like fashion, though it usually ended with telling the young girl stories of her homeland.

Heahmund caught them asleep many times during their little study sessions.

He almost thought it was cute.

Geirdis was fourth to notice.

Her mistress never asked for help in getting dressed, that was something she could do herself. That changed when the dresses began to fit just a bit more snug. The fabrics felt tight on her skin and if Geirdis pulled at the laces too tight, a string of complaints would spill from Artemis's lips.

Perhaps she just needed a new wardrobe.

And then, Ivar finally took notice.

Artemis had a strange attraction towards lingonberries. Not particularly a fan of the fruit in the past for their sourness, she ate them almost all the time now, much to Ivar's confusion. But it didn't stop there.

He noticed at first how much she suddenly detested food, the smell, and just the sight of any cooked meat had her feeling quite sick. Later on she would have a ravenous hunger where it seemed she could eat anything in sight, especially those damn lingonberries that she had no taste for.

His concerns began when she constantly took ill most mornings. Nothing she ate from the night before lasted long in her stomach before she'd retch it up by the time the sun was out.

She slept so very little and yet somehow slept so much. She never wanted to leave the warmth of their bed most mornings, opting to fight for Ivar to remain with her for as long as he could spare before his duties couldn't wait longer.

Turned out the healer had an answer to all this.

"With child?" Both Artemis and Ivar repeat at the same time, much to the healer's amusement. What a sight it was to see the King, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. The Queen had a hand to her chest, no doubt in an attempt to calm her beating heart.

"With child, yes. About 3 months along now." The healer, Brenna, tells the pair with a smile, "It seems the gods have finally blessed your union. Congratulations."

Everything else went by in a blur for the both of them as Brenna laid down a set of rules the Queen was to follow, along with a list of dietary needs. Everything must change for the benefit of the baby. After a while of probing Artemis's belly, the healer leaves and immediately Ivar turns toward Geirdis who was present with them during the examination.

"Did you hear the healer's instructions?" He asks her, and Geridis nods.

"Yes, My king."

"Good. Go find Aria and fetch whatever herbs and items the Queen needs." Geirdis nods, running off to go do as she was told, a large smile already breaking across her face.

Ivar turns to Artemis, his own smile making it's way on his lips. His wife was laid out on their bed as still as a statue, her eyes staring up toward the ceiling. She places a hand over her belly, feeling around the tiniest bit of protruding skin that confirmed the healer's declaration. She hadn't noticed it before.

"Ivar?" She calls out to him, and he does not hesitate to go to her, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed, "We're having a baby." She tells him as if he didn't already know. She shifts her eyes from the ceiling to his face, watching his lips spread into the widest of grins. It made her smile too.

"We're having a baby." He repeats dumbfounded, placing a hand over hers that rested over her belly. They stayed this way in silence for brief moments, both processing the new information that would be changing their lives.

"You're going to be a father."

"I'm going to be a father," Again he parrots her words, staring off into the corner of the chamber without so much as a blink before turning to look down at her with the biggest grin she'd ever seen, "I'm going to be a father!" He laughs in glee, leaning down to press a kiss to his wife's lips with such enthusiasm that he left her breathless. "And you, an incredible mother," He mutters against her lips, slowly pulling her up so that he may embrace her properly, "Can you believe it, my love? A child!" Artemis buries her face into his neck, feeling his pulse pump at a rapid pace. Ivar was over the moon with joy, and so was she, except...

"I'm afraid." She says against his skin, fingers gripping tight into his tunic. Ivar pulls away from her, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed in questioning.

"Afraid? Whatever for?" He wasn't getting it. It wasn't he who would be carrying the child.

"I don't suppose you know what it's like to carry a child, do you?" She jokes, and he rolls his eyes in response.

"Mother gave birth 4 times." Ivar begins to explain.

"She must have been out of her mind." Artemis mutters.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing," She sighs, offering him a smile, "I suppose I'm just nervous is all."

"Isn't it normal for first time mothers to feel nervous?"

"...I think? I don't know how to be a mother, Ivar! I've barely had time with my own."

"And I had an absent father, baby bird. We will both learn, together." Somehow, Ivar had the right words to say, and they were enough to reassure her in those moments, until another thought entered her mind.

"The seer." She says suddenly, and Ivar shakes his head, already stopping her from continuing any further.

"Artemis," Ivar heaves a sigh, grasping her hands, "You are my wife and the future mother of my child. Do you think I'd let anything happen to you?"

"No but-"

"Then let the seer, and whatever else that may plague your thoughts rest for just a moment," He says, almost begs, bringing her hands to his lips, "We should celebrate." His blue eyes were so sincere. She sighs, lowering her gaze for a moment, but the smile that pulled at her lips was enough to let Ivar know she agreed. Before she could say anything more, Hvitserk enters the chamber with an infectious smile.

"Geirdis has just informed me of the great news," He comes forward with a spring in his step, clapping Ivar on the back with a laugh, "I'm proud of you brother!" The concerning air that had filled the room disappeared, and Ivar grins, laughing along with his brother in boyish celebration. "Shall we throw a feast?" Hvitserk suggests, a smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes, any excuse to eat and drink.

"Yes!" Asa comes bursting in through the leather dividers with Heracles at her little heels as he barked at her excited outburst. She weaves herself between Ivar and Hvitserk, climbing up the bed to embrace Artemis. "There's a baby in there?" Her little chubby finger pokes at her abdomen, wondering just how a baby could fit there.

"Mhm." Artemis laughs at her enthusiasm.

"Soon you will have a little cousin to play with." Ivar tells her in a childlike tone he reserved for his niece.

"I hope it's a girl!" She whines, hopping off the bed to run into Hvitserk’s open arms.

"And what's wrong with a boy, hmm?" Hvitserk questions her, lifting her up against his hip. She scrunched up her face and everyone laughed at her innocence.

"We will welcome whichever we are blessed with." Ivar declares.

That night, when his wife had drifted off to sleep, he shifted his body so that he may gently lay his head on her belly, his hand caressing the skin of her abdomen under her thin nightgown. Pursing his lips to place a kiss on the small bulge, he closes his eyes.

"Welcome to the family, little one."

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@heavenly1927 @didiintheblog @leilabeaux @jzr201 @inforapound @a-mess-of-fandoms @rastakami23 @ostra814 @zumzum96

#vikings #ivar #ivar imagine #ivarfanfiction #vikings ivar #ivarxofc #alex hogh andersen #ivar the boneless

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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yoonoh as your boyfriend

a/n: alrighHHt so this was requested a loooong time ago, and i just keep forgetting to do this, BUT HERE it is. i’m so so so sorry to the person who requested this, you’ve waited for such a long time.

okay so let’s talk about how the two of you met shall we

so you worked as a designer for stationeries, and it was your first day at work

and ofc you were late

so there you were, running from the bus stop to the work place

may god bless your laptop

you had no food, you woke up late, you weren’t sure if your clothes were appropriate for work, and you also weren’t sure if you had everything you needed

great start sis

you were 15 minutes late, so you didn’t care about anything else. you HAD to get to your table so you nyOOooonGEd to the elevator, and pressed the button to your floor

‘hey can you wait up please?’

but you were late, so you didn’t care

‘sorry, but i’m really late right now. IM SORRY.’

once the elevator door closed, you sighed to yourself, thinking of ways to apologise to whoever you have to say sorry to

so yeah, you got out, got to your assigned desk as you placed all of your stuff

‘Ms./Mr. L/N’

Oh shit

hold on, that voice was familiar wasn’t it

you looked up at the person, and it happened to someHoW be that buy that asked you to wait for him to enter the elevator

And you just happen to notice, he was pretty

REALLY pretty

And tall

And now that you think about it, his voice is pretty too

tf is he working here for

‘Oh! You! Oh I’m very sorry I didn’t wait for you, listen I was late and I didn’t want the manager to be too mad cause it’s my first day and all, but please don’t tell himー'

‘Well you sort of straight up told me you were late so I guess I can’t do much about this I already know, but hey I’m not made. But I must say, you should’ve waited for a bit, you were already late anyway, right Ms./Mr. L/N?’

Oh my god

Oh my fucking god

DID YOU JUST CALL YOUR BOSS ‘Oh! You!’

SKJSJKDJNDOWENOIN

you wanted to die, you wanted the world to swallow you alive, THIS IS NOT OKAY ON YOUR FIRST DAY

‘I-I... Okay, please don’t fire me’

....

.....

............

you know jaehyun’s deep and loud laugh?

yeah he did that

and you were confused af

‘God no I won’t fire you, it’s not everyday I get entertained this much by me employee. Anyway, I came here to introduce you to the rest of the team, and I’ll be giving you your first project. So here’s your iPad in which you’ll be designing things on, and this is your ID card for identification purposes, as well as discounts for food and stationery in...’

whichever god(ess) was on your side that day, you thanked him or her internally for saving your ass

5 MONTHS LATER

so you had a sales-pitch meeting with the board, including your boss, jung yoonoh, but he also likes to be called jaehyun

and if it wasn’t clear with your character, you were a mess

you were very nervous since you were initiating your idea of including more planners/diaries that with time slots and designs that included things from different subject areas like chemistry, biology, business management, psychology, and more. you just wanted something students can use effectively for their study routines, especially if it relates to their area of study.

so yes, a lot of people and you talking? yeah only wizards can do that in ur opinion

but despite your nervousness, you still managed to somewhat explain your ideas with a few slips here and there until you made eye contact with your boss

he was smiling at you

his eyes were paying a lot of attention to you

and for some reason, you felt really calm and you continued to give your presentation in a somewhat smooth manner

once you said your thank yous, thankfully, they clapped for you whereas jaehyun continued to clap with that award-winning smile

you felt weird, but it was a good type of weird. weird in a sense that your tummy felt a lot of tingles

and you were judging yourself for it. you weren’t sure why you were feeling like this considering that you’ve seen your boss smile on so many different occasions

once people began to leave the room, you started packing up your stuff, you know, the cleaning part

but ofc, jaehyun didn’t leave at all

‘good job today, you did really well’

and the weird feeling just HAD to return

all you could do was smile and softly laugh, unsure of how to exactly respond to compliments, and I honestly do NoT blame you for that

‘it’s not much really, but thank you Mr. Jungー'

‘call me jaehyun, or yoonoh if you’d like’

what?

wHat?

NaNi????

‘hm?’

you mentally slapped yourself for saying that out loud to him, he’s your fucking boss get you shit together you awkward mess

‘my name? you can call me that you know?’ he says, unsure himself if he was asking a question about his own identity or not

so you just shook your head a little, trying to tell your tall and gorgeous boss that he didn’t have to do that

‘no no no, it’s fine. you’re my boss, I should be calling you Mr. Jung’ because that is what employees have to do

he sighed, slowly making his way over you

and because you just had to be you, you sort of, panic? thinking that you’ll get fired for displeasing him. basically back to day 1 of the two of you meeting.

will you get fired? will he place you in another department with another team manager? will be stop you from your project? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

chill no he just gonna confess he likes you

he made his way, lowering himself down to your height until your eyes met

‘okay, but what if i ask you out for dinner or something, will you then call me by my first name?’

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAH

did he? does her srsly think you’re that great of a person to be dated?

‘uhhh what? i’m sorry but, you can’t be serious right?’ he HAS to be joking

though a part of you wishes he really does like you because mcfuck you like him and you found out today when your tummy did shit from juSt a smile

he instead laughs at you, and pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss

well i guess he likes you sjdksdjksdjksjd

the moment the two of you pulled away, he couldn’t help but laugh at your flushed state

you were REd. your boss, your tall gorgeous kind boss just kissed and said he likes you. you are living the actual y/n dream.

‘okay wow so you weren’t joking’

*face palm*, you’re a legit mess sweetie

but ig that’s what jaehyun likes about you. you say things on your mind, and you’re intelligent and determined to do your best.

after that day, jaehyun and you got together, and let me just say, he’s the best boyfriend ever, but he can be such an ass from time to time

whenever you come in for work there’s a cup of hot coffee there for you along with a sticky note on it, and it’s cute

then the sticky note says ‘you’re late again’

now he’s an ass

then dinner dates! my god, he likes fancy ass places so much, and you feel bad cause he never lets you pay??? idk ya’ll be going to some hyatt hotel level restaurants and he casually pays for your dinner like that????

and whenever you try to say smth against it, he goes like ‘no no you can pay me back with a kiss, it’s alright’

and i swear he deliberately does it cause you blush madly and stutter, he likes it so much cause he finds you so adorable

ig that hardest thing jaehyun has to deal with is that since he’s your boss, he sometimes has to turn your ideas down and makes you redo things despite how hard you worked

and you do get hurt when he does, and though you know he’s saying that because it’s his job, you sometimes don’t talk to him for a bit cause again, it’s hurtful

and jaehyun does feel bad, but he also knows that it’s job to do so

but, you eventually come to your senses and apologise to him for your behaviour, whereas he holds you against his chest and kisses your temple, telling you it’s alright and that he’ll try to guide you better

have i talked about cuddling?

A BIG ASS TEDDY BEAR

he isn’t really a fan of pda, but once the two of you are together, he loves attacking you with cuddles and soft kisses

and though sometimes you do want your personal space, his presence is just warm and comfy. you have to like him.

‘you know i’m so lucky to have you’ he whispers against your ear

‘i know, and i’m glad you’re mine too’

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beneaththetangles · 4 years

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BNA: Finding Refuge For Ourselves

The selection of anime available on Netflix has been excellent and is growing as they embrace the fandom and bring fans more content. Some of my personal favorites have been Neon Genesis Evangelion (which I hadn’t seen previously—I totally enjoyed it), Seven Deadly Sins, Kakegurui, and several movies as well. One that recently interested me is Studio TRIGGER’s BNA.

I love this cover—anything with neon lights and a cityscape, you have my attention

At the center of the story is Michiru Kagemori, who has transformed into beast girl (tanuki to be exact), though she isn’t sure how or why it happened. She sneaks her way into Anima City, a haven for any beast people to live. Regardless of where they come from, all are welcome to this place, so Michiru leaves her parents home without notice and finds a way to get smuggled in. She almost loses her life on the way there to some people who hate beastmen, but she does make it!

Her hopes are that it’s an accepting place and where she can be herself, a utopia for beastmen. Her first impression is of emptiness, as there’s no one on the streets and everything is dark. Suddenly, all the citizens come forward and begin to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the city and a huge festival begins. She is overjoyed to see all the smiling faces, festivities, and excitement.

Michiru bumps into a wolf that is crying tears of joy, who tells her to take in the celebration they have been waiting to have for 1,000 years. So long? Have beastmen been around for 1,000 years? Maybe later on that gets answered, but I haven’t figured it out yet as I haven’t finished the series.

Trouble happens shortly after that. Not only does Michiru get her wallet stolen by a monkey, she sees a wolf-man plant some kind of device on a large structure, which of course explodes and causes chaos. People are running for their lives, while she is blamed for the destruction by the other wolf whom she saw crying. She explains that it wasn’t her, and they both end up chasing the perpetrator.

Once they find him, a fight ensues with the wolfman which ends with more destruction and a better understanding of how much humans hate the beastmen. This small group of mercenaries were hired to disrupt the beastmen festival since there is heavy racism towards their kind from humans.

This episode reminded me of the reason why Michiru went to Anima City in the first place. She was looking for a safe haven from the confusing nature of being a beastmen (beastwoman?) since she knew about the misunderstandings that it would cause. When she arrived, she thought it was amazing! A party was happening, everyone was having a blast, and she was able to fit in without anyone looking down on her.

Then reality hit, and she found out that there are real problems even in paradise. I thought of the verses that say:

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11:8-10

Like Abraham, Michiru was looking forward to the city that she hoped would be a refuge from the human world, even though she wasn’t sure how it would be. With the challenges all around us, and maybe particularly this year, its a common refrain to want to escape the lives we are living and find somewhere else that is better.

Anima City

Most of you reading this are likely anime fans, gamers, otaku, or whichever term you would like to call yourself. Myself, I fit the anime fan / gamer role, but mostly as the latter. I love to play videogames and explore worlds, imagine I am part of them and just forget the troubles of this life while I game. But I can’t imagine forgetting that I am not actually in that place, that the life that matters is in the game and not my real one.

Living in this reality means that I can’t pretend that life will just suddenly fix itself, people will all be nice and loving, or that all my problems will disappear when I play a videogame or if I watch an anime (which I enjoy doing). Michiru thought that Anima City had the acceptance she was looking for, which it did actually! She just didn’t know that this city has it’s own issues, especially really dangerous ones as you continue to watch the series. This city is going through a lot, which nobody told her about when she decided to move there. And she wasn’t going to suddenly be without problems just by moving there.

Another relation I can give to this is when someone gives their life to Christ and decides to follow Him. We go from living in the flesh to living for the spirit (Galatians 5:17), and then we often look for others who we can relate to (going to church, small group, online Christian groups, etc).

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

When I gave my life to Christ at 17 years of age, I knew nothing about the bible, church, Christians, or this whole Christian culture that does exist in America. I didn’t know there was a huge market of books, music, clothing—basically a Christian version of everything! Over the years, as I became more entrenched into faith culture, I thought everyone was just in love with Christ and wanting to follow Him wholeheartedly. I was very mistaken!

Just like people outside the church, there are many in the church that have personal agendas and motivations that drive them, rather than being driven by a desire to seek God. I had to learn the hard way (another story for another post) that life isn’t perfect in the church, even though at first I thought it was. Like Michiru, I found out that the grass isn’t greener on the other side (or better on the next island over), and that there are problems in the body of Christ as well.

There’s no perfect group and no perfect city or place to live. Everywhere and everyone has issues. Sure, without a doubt, some places are better to live in than others. But to pretend that any places, any group, or any church is perfect and without faults is foolish.

Like Michiru, I hope that wherever you are, whether it’s a great place or a not so great place, you can make it a little better. What we do impacts others, so let’s bring some positive change to our schools, workplaces, homes, communities, being who we are and expressing our God given talents. God can use you to be a blessing to others—you just have to be obedient to what He is asking of you and look for opportunities to help.

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BNA: Brand New Animal is available for streaming on Netflix.

#Anime #Christianity #BNA: Brand New Animal #Articles #Author: Samuru

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juleswolverton-hyde · 4 years

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The Sword and Shield (BC x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Quarantine fiction

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Innuendos, nerdy Pokémon talk.

Summary: Every warrior needs a sword and shield to defend themselves against enemies. However, two nerds take up weapons in a vastly different fight.

Masterlist

Credits for the banner art go to Satzzz Art.

Life between the sheets does not always have to be characterized by Sensuality because there is more to be found among the pillows and blankets. It is amiable comfort, dozing off together to the sunrays streaming in through the light bedroom curtains or listening to music while sharing earbuds to kill the boredom of quarantine by means of occupying oneself with whatever is at hand. After all, it is yet unknown for how long the global population is forbidden to leave their homes safe for retrieving necessities at the supermarket or drugstore.

A blessing in disguise, however, is being able to spend the period of restriction with a bunch of lively lads which includes the lover of little more than a year. The moment it became known countries were hauling in their own residents a foolhardy decision was made to remain in South-Korea and leave the life in the place of origin behind for a while. The choice did not sit well with Chan at first, not too subtly asking to reconsider it though soon finding a secret delight in finally being able to wake up every day in the same bed.

No thousands of kilometres distance.

No time to be taken away by management and time zone differences.

The pandemic has at least given us this.

A taste of life as a real couple.

Just before IKEA closed as well, the lovable human kangaroo insisted on going there for the last shopping spree so personal taste could be added to the bedroom that would be shared. The well-meant idea was rejected at first, saying it was not needed and that the interior was fine as it was. However, once bleached locks have set their mind to something, it is barely possible to change the focus of determination and thus the private shared space has been decorated with a few candles alongside a new bookcase to house whichever books were already taken from home as well as a few pieces of art and a collection of postcards that have been pinned on a metal grate.

Our perfect little nest.

A haven of comfort for songs and nerdy thoughts.

‘Hey, babygirl.’ The mattress dips as the human koala joins the small kingdom in the sheets of sweatpants and loose tops that are somehow still deemed charming. Even the surface beneath the minimal layer of makeup is apparently preferred by the strong arm wrapping around the waist as platinum locks rest on the head and watch the screen held between hands. ‘What’re you playing?’

‘Pokémon Sword. It’s really good thus far and- Oh my god, it’s so cute!’ In an instance, the screen is lifted to show the six adorable balls clad in armor, a new creature which is called a Falinks. ‘Look at these little buddies!’

A wide smile breaks out on plush lips, wavy locks shaking in closed-eyed amusement before looking up again with the wonder of a new discovery. ‘So that’s why you’ve been kicking the air or screaming something is cute. I didn’t know you were a Pokémon fan?’

‘I have been since I was little, but it’s not something I tell others about.’ The true meaning of the grin no longer passes under the radar, igniting an ember of shame for harbouring a geeky side when it comes to the Japanese creatures. ‘Yes, I know, I am a mega nerd. Bite me.’

The jaw clenched in timidity relaxes when slender fingers tickle the sides as a big nose presses into the side of the neck to nuzzle it. The comment was not meant to provoke although the lowered voice suggests otherwise as it speaks against skin, teeth even cheekily nibbling. ‘Watch your words, Y/N, or I just might.’

However, the sensuous attitude fades as fast as it appeared as irises the colour of pure chocolate wander back to the device. ‘Can I see your Pokémon?’

Because the girl in the sheets is not the only trainer beneath the roof.

‘Sure.’ With the same nonchalance that denies the suggestiveness from a second ago, the index of the creatures which are currently being trained is opened. The current team consists of a Corviknight, Obstagoon, Thievul, Drapion, Boltund and Cinderace. ‘I’m currently training these though I mostly specialize in Dark Types.’

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me?’ To get more comfortable, Chan slouches further down the bed to rest more properly on a beloved narrow shoulder. Nevertheless, the all-knowing grin from before remains plastered onto plush lips. ‘I suppose you’re also interested in training Ghost and Psychic types as well?’

‘I’m an open book, aren’t I?’

‘Just a little bit.’ The teasing is made up for with a chaste peck on the nose followed by one on the forehead. Just the way it is preferred and done whenever apologizing for something or to simply gain a smile. Withal, now, judging by the twinkle in mischievous eyes, it is definitely to say sorry in advance for what is to come. ‘Can you guess what my type is?’

‘Me?’

The witty response evokes the bubbly boyish laughter that has been loved ever since the first time it was heard. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Okay, okay, let me think.’ The scanning for clues on the face results in nothing except a brighter devilish glimmer in a loving look. Henceforth, the answer will have to based on personality and all the little things that have been discovered since being in a relationship and now prematurely living together. ‘Electric? Although, no, wait. Fire. Something tells me you at least have a Growlith or had but it has transformed into Arcanine. Then again, judging by that splendid performance of the theme song in your VLive, I’d also wager you have a Pikachu. However, you’re very sporty so maybe you specialize in Fighting types?’

‘You’re on the right track. The answer is somewhere in there.’ Instead of one mocking eyebrow, two rise in a failed attempt to exaggerate coyness while looking cool. ‘Or is it?’

‘Very helpful, Chris.’ Sarcastically disregarding the useless remark and lopsided smirk, the former ramble is composed into a somewhat solid answer. Anywhere close to the truth is better than nothing. ‘You’re a Fire trainer who is also interested in Fighting types.’

‘Almost. I’m a Dragon trainer who always starts out as a Fire trainer. I am, however, also interested in Fighting types too. I do have an Arcanine and Pikachu is an exception to the rule because it’s Pikachu. Every trainer should have one.’

‘I have one too, but it doesn’t have a name since it’s a female and I only name my male Pokémon.’

Focus shifts back to the screen, Chan reading the names of the amiable creatures that form the company on the journey to becoming the best. It started as a fun idea and the names matched fairly well. ‘So I’ve noticed. Are you associating everyone in the industry with a Pokémon?’

But nothing ever runs smoothly.

‘I’m trying, but it’s bloody hard at times. I made Jackson a Pidove. Don’t laugh! I don’t know why I did it, but his name was the first to pop up when I caught it. Baekhyun is an Applin. Wait, he’s transformed already so now he’s a Flapple. Han is a Greedent because, let’s be honest, he’s a squirrel. Changbin, well, Bin is a Corviknight. I gave his full name to a Rufflet. Minho is a Sneasel, Felix a Thievul and I have yet to decide on the rest of the boys.’

‘Which one would be me?’ Judging by the suggestive tone of curious eyes and barely noticeable pout, there is the clear hope of a comparison with an awesome creature. The tightened grip on the hips betrays it too, blatantly so. Almost forcing the unknown comparison to one’s personal preference.

‘Without a doubt, you are Zacian, the giant warrior wolf with a sword in its mouth.’ A deep sigh cannot be helped at the thought of the game’s challenge which does absolutely not allow for failure. ‘The legendary Pokémon of the Galar region. Dammit, Channie! Why do you have to be so elusive and exclusive?’

‘Because I’m an amazing catch.’ The cheek is turned by slender fingers, compelling lips to join in a playful giggly kiss which is broken up by a smug remark. ‘And warriors are not so easily bound to a master. You told me even Beowulf reluctantly helped a king, only to settle his father’s debt.

‘Although,’ the train of thought is easily altered by hooking a digit under the silver necklace that was given as a birthday present, pulling the tease in yet holding off from melting into another kiss by backing away to continue the battle of wits and enjoy the small adorable whine of disagreement, ‘with the right trainer, I suppose I could make a deal.’

‘I plan on winning all gym badges and make myself worthy of the wolf.’

‘You will still have to win in that final fight. Until then, think you can take me on?’ Brows furrow in a suddenly hard-fought battle for concentrated control. Funnily contradicting oneself, the domestic koala shifts positions to hover over the coy soul who was able to tame the beast beneath the roof, faces inches apart and the Switch tucked in the small space between bodies.

Which becomes noticeably narrower when transforming Innocence into Sensuality by creating the image of what might be given after testing out the waters of victory and win in a Pokémon battle. ‘I have more than enough times in this bed.’

To make up for the victory and erase any negative unspoken feelings.

Though the soft growling suggests impatience, unwilling to be kept on a leash any longer. ‘Don’t change the subject. You’re fighting unfairly.’

‘Am I?’ The device is put aside on the bedside table, ankles hooking behind the waist to coax a hard shape into the warmth between the thighs as hands rest on broad shoulders. A much-appreciated action evidently, breath taken away by the friction between two concealed forms of wanting and nails digging into the skin beneath the comfy black printed fleece vest.

And the chest now making escape entirely impossible, hearts racing in harmony. ‘Yes. You’re distracting me.’

‘Says the person who’s distracting me from gaining those badges.’ Enough coherency lingers to remain cheeky. Bashful enough to lean in and utter a final double-sided statement of defiance. ‘I bet I can easily best you.’

But two can play that game, apparently.

‘I think you’re wrong, babygirl. Or do I need to remind you of how good I am?’

‘Grab your Switch and bring it on.’ The challenge is accepted with a scoff which clearly started having different expectations in regards to the order of events. Fortunately, a sweet quick peck cures most of the shallow grumpiness as Chris is dismissed from the sheets. ‘And give me all you’ve got.’

‘Oh, I will. I always do.’

As became apparent in the few battles between teams.

The wolfish actions that followed unspoken hard feelings unhappy with the outcomes of the fights.

And a broken headboard in the morning.

#Bangchan fanfiction #Bangchan #Bang Chan #Chan #Channie #Stray Kids #SKZ

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suilinbride · 4 years

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Hello! Glad to see you again, sorry tumblr is so broke! I hope you are well. If I am not too late, may I request a lenormand reading of the general spiritual kind? Trying to work with and around my adhd in this area has been difficult. I didnt see any info request in your post, but I think ive seen you request initials before. Im AM. Thanks! Or if I am late, thanks anyway! Stay safe and well!

Hello there AM! Thank you for the well wishes, I've been a little under the weather this past week but it looks like it's starting to fade out and I'm starting to feel a lot better now, which is always good.

And yes, I'm doing my best to stay safe too. I have a form of Asthma, and I've heard people with any kind of Asthma are especially easy targets for Corona, so I've been sticking inside or at least around my home. I'll probably be sticking in or near home until they figure out a vaccine or things truely start to settle down further.

Of course, it doesn't help that my grandmother is currently going through the moderate stages of Dementia, and we have to constantly keep her from wandering off or attempt to go places during these crazy times. My family and I have our hands full with trying to keep her home and safe for sure. I know it's kept me worried sick on occasions, and I've ended up with some more Grey hairs because of it. It also doesn't help that my grandparents are Republiccan, are super fans of Trump, and my grandmother especially doesn't believe that the Pandemic is something to worry about.

Nope, you're not late at all. Your request came just in time actually. And yes, I prefer initials or aliases for people who send in anonymous requests for divination. I know some people ask for other things like your Sun, Moon, and Rising signs to get a lock on your energy, well I do the same with Aliases, Initials, and the like. So long as it's something you go by that is authentically connected to you in some way enough to allow me to get a proper lock on things to read for you as best as I am able to.

Alright, let's get to your reading then. For your reading, I drew the following cards:

House, Fish, Crossroads, Mountain, and Key.

Okay, first let's look at the individual meanings of the cards that came up for your reading.

House: Home, house, family, family name, real estate. Fish: Business, Independance, freedom, abundance, adaptability, freelance. Crossroads: Choices, options, future paths, fork in the road. Mountain: Block, delay, obsticle, stop, prevension, challenge, isolation, stubbornness. Key: Answer, fate, key, significance, importance, destiny, turning point, solution.

Alright, now that the individual meanings for each card have been laid out, let's take a look at the center card in this reading. The center card for any Lenormand reading is the heart of the reading, the theme for the reading as it unfolds, and the essence of the reading itself in a lot of ways.

In this case, the center card is Crossroads, which is all about choices and options. I can instantly see that there are so many choices around you currently, so many ways for you to progress with your spirituality, and I can only imagine having so many options and choices can be overwelming.

After that, I'll go ahead and look at cards two and three, along with cards three and four, to figure out and summarize the essence of what the cards have to say for you in this reading.

Fish and Crossroads: Multiple paths to obtain abundance, multiple ways to adapt to your situation. Crossroads and Mountain: Delaying or hindering abundance.

Just like I thought, it looks like the multiple paths and choices are only causing you problems by overwelming things. It's the fact that there are so many ways of going about to get where you either need or want to go that is slowing you down, causing you to stop in your tracks.

My first piece of advice is of course take a breather for a few moments, trying to relax. Do you have any specific goals in regards to your spirituality? Is there anything you see for yourself you'd like to obtain or maybe anything that your guides, companions, gods, etc, would like you to obtain or achieve?

Either way, take your time, there is no hurry. Though the more ideas you might have about where you'd like to go, obtain, or achieve, might help you narrow down your options a bit, which will most likely help with the problem you're facing currently.

Now that I finished looking at the essence of what the cards are trying to tell you, let's take a look at any possible conflicts or problems that you might be facing as part of the situation being read for here. I do this by reading cards one and five, along with cards two and four, by employing a little Lenormand trick called mirroring.

House and Key: Fated family, destined home, significant or important family member or place of residence? Fish and Mountain: Delaying abundance, hindering abundance.

Like I asked before, are there any influences impacting this situation, causing more choices or options to open up and therefore overwelm you even more? I ask this because this part of the reading is telling me that something or someone is specifically causing the many options to occur, the overwelming feeling to compound.

Is there a particular place you feel like you should be or need to be spiritually? A deity or a group of deities reaching out to you? Or a deity or deities that you already have some kind a relationship with who want to deepen their relationship or relationships with you? The same questions can be asked about spirits as well.

Or maybe it's more like there's a place in your spirituality that you feel like you need or want to be, or said deities, spirits, etc, need or want you to be at? Whatever the case may be, regardless of whomever or whatever the source of the desire of things may come from, it's the focus of such that is either directly causing the multiple choices or options about how to proceed to obtain or achieve this that causes all the various choices and options to manifest, thus overwelming the hell out of things.

Alright, now that I finished reading the primary portion of this reading, let's dive straight into things to obtain some more details for you! In my opinion, you can never go wrong with nitty gritty details!

First, I'm going to read the cards as pairs:

House and Fish: Abundant family or home. Fish and Crossroads: Choices or options for abundance. Crossroads and Mountain: Hindering future paths. Mountain and Key: Important or significant delay or struggle.

There is a person or people for that matter, or even a place of being, from a spiritual perspective that is connected to you in some way. Maybe you already know them or that place, maybe you are seeking them or that place, or maybe they and that place is seeking you instead. Either way, regardless of which way it actually is, this person, these people, this place wish to bless, improve, help, aid, or to allow you to further grow or thrive spiritually.

Problem is, however, there are so many ways they can go about doing this. Maybe the choices are in their or that hands, or maybe the choices are in your hands instead. Either way, there's too many to properly get a grip of things at the moment.

All these choices and options, either from their end or on your end, are causing the problem. The various choices and options presenting in front of you are causing major delay to your personal spiritual growth and development that it's causing things to come grinding to a halt in frustration.

The real problem is, however, that whatever may reside beyond the choices is important. It's significant in a number of ways to all involved, and it's understandable that you, and maybe even them and that too, are wanting to figure out the correct path to get to that significant thing or person or place, but the actual significance of whatever it may be, combigned with all the options and choices that lead you to it or that or them, is confusing as hell. It's confusing and overwelming and causing you nothing but problems.

Okay, last but certainly not least, I'm going to dive even further for even more details by reading the cards out in their rows.

House and Fish: Abundant family member, family, or home. House and Crossroads: Multiple family members, families, or homes. House and Mountain: Hindering family member, family, or home. House and Key: significant family member, family or house.

Looking at things further, breaking it down into more details, makes me think that it's more likely a person or people involved than a place or state of being in regards to the house card showing up in your reading. This is good to know and helps clarify some things.

A person or group of people wish to bless, aid, or benefit you. There's actually more than one person involved, though there could one person who is leading or taking charge of things while others realted help with it. However, the current way they are going about doing things, may be what they think is the most efficiant manner, but in reality it's problematic and causing you to become overwelmed with all those choices. That being said, the person and/or the people involved are significant to you and/or the overall situation of your spirituality in some way.

Fish and Crossroads: Multiple ways to be abundant. Fish and Mountain: Hindering abundance. Fish and Key: Important or significant abundance.

There are multiple ways in which they can bless and aid you in your spirituality, but of course, this, as much as the multiple ways of going about getting to where you need or want to go, is causing all kinds of problems. It's slowing things down and causing a lot of the overwelming feeling. But the blessing or aid they are just as important and/or significant as they in-of-themselves are.

Crossroads and Mountain: Hindering the future paths. Crossroads and Key: Significant or important choices or options.

And of course, all of this is doing nothing but hindering your path, whichever path you may want to take or even should take in the first place. And to compound the issue further, there isn't only one important or significant path you can take. Multiple paths are important or significant in ttheir own ways, though I feel like some are more so than others.

Mountain and Key: Important or significant delays, struggles.

And the struggle you are going through, the hinderences that are causing you so much delay to your spiritual growth and development is important significant as well. It's important that you deal with this now, so that you can figure out which way you best determine is suited for you to move ahead on.

And there you go. I'm sorry if this reading didn't really clarify things enough for you, though I hope it does help in some way. Please let me know if you'd like me to try and do another reading to try and determine more about things, especially if you have any specifics you'd like me to try and look into with a second reading after reading this one.

Once again, thank you for giving me the oppertunity to read for you like this. Take care and stay safe yourself!

#Anonymous #Readings for Others #Free Readings #Lenormand #Scrying Ink Lenormand #General Spiritual Readings #Five Cards Spread #House #Fish #Crossroads #Mountain #Key

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tommynikkivincemick · 5 years

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NSFW A-Z for my boy Tommy

Tommy has my whole heart so I thoroughly enjoyed this, and I hope u do too xx

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Tommy is always ready for another round; he has to go at least two to be completely satisfied. But when you tap out or be tires himself out (whichever comes first), Tommy gives the sweetest aftercare. He will do absolutely anything you ask; one time, he even went and got food from In-N-Out because you asked him to, and when he got back he had to wake you up so you could eat. At the very least, he makes sure you drink a glass of water and go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and maybe take a painkiller if it was a particularly rough session.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tommy fucking Lee is all about the ass and titties 100% of the time, all day every day. This is really just because he’s a horndog who never quits. If he has his arm over your shoulder, he will try to grab your boob at least once. But because that is not exactly socially acceptable, he usually settles for having his hand in the back pocket of your pants or just on your ass period. Definitely slaps your ass every time he walks behind you or finds you laying on your stomach. But he also really likes your eyes because hey, the kid’s a romantic.

Though he tries not to show it, Tommy somewhat believes that he is the gods’ gift to women and that god damn it, he is one of the hottest men to walk the earth. And you know what? Rightfully so. But on himself, he quite likes his lips (mostly because girls seem to like them, plus it really helps having full lips when lipstick is part of your stage costume) and his legs (because even though he’s a little skinny, that makes putting on tight leather and animal print pants so much easier). He tries really hard not to focus on his dick when admiring himself, but it is quite nice.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

There are few things Tommy loves more than a good blowjob and few things hotter to him than cumming down your throat. However, he also likes cumming in you because it’s so intimate.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While they were both drunk and in makeup at a party, Tommy tried to get Vince (who he thought was a hot girl) to sleep with him. Vince went with it for longer than either of them would like to admit because he also thought Tommy was a hot (if not unusually tall) girl. They have agreed to never speak of it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Tommy is a slut. Period. But this vast amount of experience has educated him more than a sex ed class or the vast world of internet porn ever could. He definitely knows what he is doing, to say the least.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Tommy’s favorite is a little something like this. Close, intimate, and completely entwined with each other. He’s a sweetheart, really and truly, so he’s a big fan of kissing during sex and being as close as possible, and this position allows for that.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

One time, you fell off the bed during sex and Tommy didn’t stop laughing for a solid five minutes and didn’t even bother to help you up, so you could say he’s not super serious in the moment. But when he’s really into it, sex with Tommy can be one of the most romantic and sensual experiences of your life.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes in every way, including volume. That’s not a pretty picture for anyone, so he keeps himself very well groomed— it’s actually a thing of beauty.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Tommy is the romantic of the band; he goes all out. Champagne, roses, your song playing on the radio, a box of chocolate that is way too expensive, and a solid five hours of what can only be described as love making in which somehow everything feels even better and even more intense than usual. This man treats you like a damn queen.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tommy sees it as a necessity— he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. Of course he prefers sex, but he’s not going to wake you up first thing in the morning to fuck, so it’s usually a daily thing, quick and efficient.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Next to Nikki, Tommy is the kinkiest. Overstimulation and exhibitionism are his personal favorites. He’s really one to push your limits and see just how much your body can take.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere, any time. Big fan of the kitchen table and the shower because he knows he could slip and his arm and your leg would be broken but the risk kind of turns him on a little. And the kitchen table because it’s out in the open and it’s his house and he can.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Tommy gets turned on by turning you on. He gets his kicks just by teasing you and giving you subtle casual touches and kisses that he knows gets you going. Also he’s a fan of red lipstick, especially when it leaves marks on his skin when you kiss him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s very little Tommy wouldn’t do. As a general rule he tries to stay away from anything that would make him sick, infected, or dead.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As we know, Tommy loves to give and he loves to receive. He loves to eat you out and is damn good at it; he could bring you to the edge all day and all of the night and be content, sore jaw and all. But as previously stated, there are few things Tommy loves more than a good blowjob.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tommy fucks like he drums; fast, hard, and rough as hell. But when he’s feeling romantic, he will go deliciously slow so that you feel every single bit of pleasure he’s giving you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Tommy’s down for a quickie; he’s down to fuck any time and if you only have ten minutes, so be it, they’re gonna be the best ten minutes of your life

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Tommy’s like a wild animal so it’s a given that he’s down to experiment and take risks. He’s the kind to always be talking about how he heard of this new thing that he was wondering if you’d be down to try, or coming home and pulling a new toy out of a bag, excited like a puppy dog like “babe look what I got!!! Can we try this tonight?”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Tommy has perfect stamina. He lasts just long enough that nobody gets bored and both of you can cum in good time. He could go all day, all night if he was presented the opportunity, but he at least has to go a couple.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Tommy owns quite a few toys, mostly because he likes to surprise you with the new weird things he finds. Some you like, and some you try once and they sit in the drawer for the rest of eternity. He’s gotten things for you, things for him, and you’ve used them together, separate, and on each other. That’s one great thing about sex with Tommy; it never gets boring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tommy loves to tease and be teased. However, his resolve is pretty weak, so he never teases for too long, just enough to get good and worked up. But he won’t tease you for hours because it hurts his heart to not give you what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is a LOUD one, all moans and groans and saying your name like a prayer. Very vocal, very nice.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One thing Tommy is truly cocky about is how good he is in bed. If the two of you are backstage at a show, in the bathroom at a club, or in a bedroom at a party, he wants you as loud as can be so that everybody knows how good he makes you feel.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

We know Tommy is fucking HUNG. Truly, a beautiful dick. In my opinion, the perfect length and thickness. That man is truly blessed.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Any time, anywhere, any position, Tommy is DOWN. Definitely the highest sex drive in the band— how else do you expect him to get all that energy out

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he gets aftercare taken care of, he snuggles up to you and is out like a light in minutes, and is the heaviest sleeper ever. If you get horny in the middle of the night, you’re out of luck because he is NOT waking up unless you’re physically dying.

#get urself a tommy #tommy lee #tommy #t bone #motley crue #the dirt

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isitstraightvodka · 5 years

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Talk To Me

Summary: Roger Taylor is shown to be a womanizer, a playboy, the one who takes a girl home after every show, the one all the fans drool over but to him, there's only one girl he desires and all he wants to do is get to know her, but will she take a chance on him?

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader or Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader, whichever you prefer :)

A/N: Finally I'm posting an imagine!! It's been so long so I'm not confident at all, I'm really nervous about this, I put a lot of hard work and time into writing this piece, I have spent days and nights rewriting, editing and deleting until I ended up with something I'm happy with. I've never written in this fandom before so this is completely new territory for me, I really hope you guys like it. And thank you to @axhillxs and @ghostxmonument for encouraging me to pursue with this so here I am, diving into the deep end, happy reading and please let me know what you think! I will post Part 2 if this gets notes and I get feedback xx

PART 1:

He spotted her in the crowd again, closer to the bar than the stage, a drink in her hand and her hair falling over her pale shoulders. Sweat beaded on his skin, his blonde locks sticking to his neck under the hot lights, keeping his eyes locked to her as cheers erupted when the band walked out onto the stage. Freddie raised his arms in the air and grinned, John waved shyly after he slung his bass over his shoulder, Brian bowed his head and smiled as everyone rushed closer, in awe of them, while Roger sat behind his drumkit, twirling the sticks in his hands. His eyes hadn't left her nor had she moved, her lips resting on the rim of her glass as she turned to face the stage, and that's when she caught him staring.

There was a pregnant pause as they kept eye-contact, she looked a little frazzled so he flashed her a sly grin, all the girls screamed, thinking Roger had smiled at them, they didn't realise he was eyeing the dark beauty at the bar. She blushed furiously and downed her drink almost instantly, turning around to order another drink, her back to the stage. Roger's smile faded, he didn't know why she was so shy when she was a regular here, she seemed to be embarrassed and he wished to know why but Freddie's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Good evening, you beautiful people! Let's have a good fucking time tonight, alright?"

The crowd screamed in delight as the opening riff from Brian's guitar echoed out of the amps, followed by Roger banging the snare drum with Freddie already bounding around to the beat, his sparkled costume absolutely ludicrous but he managed to pull it off effortlessly. Roger scanned the bar again throughout the first few songs, happy to see that she hadn't left, resting against a single stool with another drink clasped in her naked hand. He smiled when her eyes moved to his another time but this time, she didn't look away, her gaze was almost painful, it was strong and intense, and he loved it. The way her mouth rested on the glass did something to him, the hood of her eyelashes making him sweat more than usual, he had to gulp when she winked at him and sunk her teeth into her lower lip, raising her glass towards him as the song ended, the echo of all the instruments and Freddie's fading vocals drowned out by the applause and cheers from the crowd.

For the first time in weeks, Roger couldn't wait to leave the stage. Usually, he loved being up there, performing to devoted fans and smirking at the girls in the front row, he enjoyed the luxury of being a rockstar but tonight, he had grown tired of waiting; he wanted to know about the mystery girl who came to every show, he needed to find out who she was. When the set came to an end, Roger raised his sticks in the air and rushed off the stage faster than the others, the screams falling on deaf ears as he ran his hands through his hair, bursting into his dressing room. Right when the door was about to close, it was opened and Brian popped inside, his guitar strap over his shoulder.

"You OK, Rog? You just ran off."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a drink."

"Or a shag."

Brian's reply was curt, the long-legged man grinned when Roger shot him a glare. He wasn't lying, he got laid after almost every show, girls practically threw themselves onto him and he took home whichever one he found the most attractive. But tonight was a completely different story.

"Shut up, Brian. I'm all hot and bothered, I need some booze."

Brian didn't reply and left the room, yet the door was still open. Roger wondered if he should change his shirt from the flimsy gold vest he was wearing, exposing his chest which was adorned with more than one necklace, he didn't want to be too forward with her. He caught sight of his other clothes on the rack before deciding against it, Fuck it, I'm ready.

He made his way back out to the bar and sure enough, at least half a dozen girls tripped over themselves trying to get to him, hands splayed on his chest and arms, sultry smiles and drunken giggles. On any other night, he would've had his tongue down one of their throats within seconds but on this occasion, he pulled away from them and walked to where he last saw her, leaving the girls disappointed.

His eyes were blessed when he caught sight of her a mere few feet away, her back to him once again, which allowed him to take in her outfit. Dark stockings hugged her legs, the black dress clung to her body like a second skin, a lace pattern from her neck down to her waist, her dark curls cascading down her back, a gorgeous contrast to her fair skin. He was almost at a loss for words and she hadn't even turned around yet, he stood up straight and walked over to her, his lips pressed against her hair.

"Hey, love."

She flinched and spun around so quickly that her drink splashed all over his naked chest, liquid dripping down his skin. Her eyes widened, her hands trembling as she panicked, looking for something to clean him up with.

"God I'm so sorry! You scared me, I'm sorry."

Her voice was smooth like velvet, it was like ecstasy, Roger had never heard a voice as beautiful as hers. He shook his head and laughed, wiping away the alcoholic drink and shaking his hands down onto the floor.

"It's alright, love, at least I'm not wearing anything for you to ruin."

Her cheeks flushed bright pink, her eyes still wide as she bit her lip, it was even more attractive up close. Roger smirked and turned to the bartender, gesturing to her with his hand.

"Another vodka for the lady."

"How do you know my order?" She asked as the bartender went off to make the drink. Roger gestured to his chest then sucked the liquid off a couple of his fingers, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Tastes like vodka to me."

Her breath hitched at the sight of his lips wrapped his slender fingers, her deep green eyes following the curve of his jaw when he speaks and he noticed, the smirk only growing on his face. A shot of vodka slid down the bar, Roger handed it to her before ordering one for himself, he rested his bare arms on the wood as he took in her innocent yet insanely gorgeous face, downing the vodka in one go.

"I've seen you here quite often."

"R-really?" She coughed out her response.

"Almost every show, you're here by the bar, but you've never come up to say hello."

The bartender returned with his shot and Roger threw it back, the liquid burning his throat, placing the glass back down as the dark-haired woman sat down on one of the stools, her hands resting on the bar.

"I never thought of it, and even if I did, I would never get the chance to, all the girls jump on you like you're a piece of meat."

"Comes with this lifestyle, love." Roger said, shrugging his shoulders before ordering another shot.

"Do you enjoy it?"

Her question took him aback for a moment, the look on her face was serious, almost worried. He rolled his shoulders back, the necklaces swaying with his every movement, it was hard for her to keep her eyes on his face instead of his body. It was insane how good he looked, she was not surprised at the attention he got, he was cute and had those baby blue eyes that practically screamed fuckboy, of course she wanted to sleep with him but she didn't want to come off as just another one of those girls who had no morals, who came to the shows for Roger to take them home.

"I never ask for it, it's always been a thing since the beginning, but you're asking if I enjoy it and to be honest with you, I do, I like the attention."

She looked over his shoulder and saw a group of girls eyeing her with malice, their expressions were poisonous, they looked jealous. She swallowed the lump in her throat as Roger downed his second shot, he caught sight of what she was looking at and barely gave the other girls so much as a smile.

"They don't look too happy."

"No, they look like they want to rip me apart!"

Roger chuckled and reached over to touch her knee, his thumb rubbing over her stocking. His touch was an electrifying moment, something crackled over her fragile heart, her breathing stopped for a moment as her eyes met his.

"Well I'm sitting here with you, aren't I? No need to worry about them."

She smiled at his sweetness, a smile he returned, one that made her stomach flip in a way she'd never experienced before. With his hand still on her knee, she ordered two more shots, handing one to Roger as she threw the other one back, she didn't care how many she had drunk, she had lost count too long ago. Roger eyed her curiously, watching her tongue slide over her full lips, tasting the remnants of the shot, then she pulled a cigarette out of her purse, lighting it quickly and taking a drag, the smoke wafting around her face. She remembered her manners and offered him a drag, he took the cigarette from her and slipped it in between his lips, sighing in relief at the addiction of nicotine. He handed it back as she took another drag, his fingers brushing over his mouth, eyes turning dark now.

"What's your name, love?"

"It's (Y/N)."

Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Roger stood up and held out his hand, lips pursed in the smallest of smiles, she looked from his face to his hand and shifted to the side, shaking her head.

"I'm not going to be a good fuck for you and that's it. Just because I gave you my name, you want me in your bed?"

"Never said that, love. If all I wanted was sex, we would be kissing by now."

She took a moment to realise what he just said was the truth. She knew he would've had his hands all over her, tongue in her mouth and telling her how much he wanted to fuck her, how sexy she looked in her little black number. She started to see a more gentler softer side to him, one she never expected in the slightest after watching him leave the bar with a different girl after every show. She sighed and put out her cigarette in the ashtray, placing her heeled feet on the floor and slipping her hand into his larger one. His skin was soft and warm, she felt at ease and let him lead her to the exit, the disgusted looks from the girls burning into her back but she didn't care, all she cared about was Roger being a gentleman for once in his life.

"Wait, what about your band?" She asked, grabbing his arm as he flagged down a taxi.

"They'll phone me in the morning, like they always do."

"They're probably thinking you've taken a drunk horny girl home."

"And we're going to prove them wrong, love."

Or will we not?

His apartment wasn't as lavish or big as she thought it would be, considering Queen's success all over the country. Roger dropped his keys on the table and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer, leaving (Y/N) to look around, hugging her arms close to her chest. The leather couch was small, with an equally small tv sitting opposite against the wall, and another drumkit, the sticks placed on the snare. A separate hallway lead to the bedroom and bathroom but she didn't dare look there, she knew not to overstep her boundaries when being in someone else's home.

"So, (Y/N)..."

She heard Roger call her name, she turned to face him, his lanky body leaning against the fridge, the gold fabric leaving nothing to the imagination, blonde hair a mess and his blue eyes calling to her in an unspoken language.

"Yes?"

"Talk to me, love. What do you do in this little town?" He asked as he took a swig of the bottle.

"Oh I'm studying astrophysics at the closest college."

She watched a smile stretch across his face, reaching his eyes as he tried his best not to laugh, afraid she would think he's making fun of her.

"Something funny?"

"No, (Y/N), it's just...Brian studies the same course, he would love you."

She smiled shyly under her breath, gazing at the floor like it was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. Time seemed to stop in that moment, Roger's gaze locked to her, the way her full lips were curved when she smiled, the way her eyelashes fluttered as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a garnet stone embedded in her lobe, the same colour as her lipstick, the way she shuffled on her heels as her fingers rubbed her bare arms, the way her hair was shaped around her innocent face, boldened by deep make-up but just enough to make her look like a full-course meal. He gulped down his beer again and licked his lips, he couldn't take his eyes off her, he was magnetised.

"So, you're beautiful and smart, huh?"

Her head snapped up as her green eyes grew wide, lips parted as the right corner of Roger's mouth tugged up in a smirk, his chest still warm and sweaty from the heated apartment.

"Oh..."

That's all she could say, leaving her tongue in a tiny squeak. She didn't expect the compliment, it took her by surprise, especially from someone like him. She noticed the way he grinned at the girls at every show, winking at them and biting his lip, his face contorted into something orgasmic, so she didn't pin him for the guy to compliment a woman on her talents.

Roger put the bottle down and stepped over to her, his fingers hesitantly moving in the direction of her arm, her eyes watching his every move, the lump in her throat growing at the promise of his touch. Then the feeling was there again, sparkles crackling over her heart when his fingers brushed over her skin, on the crease of her elbow, his white wristband a contrast to his tanned body. A low whine of delight fell from her lips which didn't help Roger with his lust, it seemed like a whole hour had passed when she finally looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the light, cheeks flushed beneath the layer of make-up, she looked nervous but that only made him more attracted to her.

(Y/N) was the one to take the next step. She felt the heat radiating off his body, it was intoxicating, it was pulling her in, dangerously close but she couldn't care less if she got burnt. She reached out her hand and laid her palm on his chest, his necklaces cool as they glided over her fingers, she swore she felt his breath hitch from her contact, a grumble from the back of his throat setting her body alight. Curious for more, she slowly moved her hand up to his neck, veins popping out of the skin, slipping her fingers beneath his blonde hair before finding a resting place at the very nape of his neck, the roots of the golden waves. Roger sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, his other hand now on her hip, he hadn't even realised that's what he'd done, he was too occupied on her flushed face. Her lips begged to be devoured by his own, they looked soft and sweet, he ached to know their taste, just as she ached to know what his lips would feel like pressed against hers, rough and passionate, tender and warm. The way he was staring down at her was almost unbearable, it was like he was doing it on purpose for her to react, she told herself she wouldn't give in but she couldn't do it, not with him.

"Fucking kiss me already."

He eyed her curiously, fingers digging into her hip to pull her closer, their noses a few inches apart, his breath on her mouth.

"Thought you didn't want to be like every other girl I take home."

"Changed my mind, now don't make me wait any longer, put that cheeky mouth of yours to good use."

Her snarky response was what did it for him, to know she was serious. Without hesitating a second more, he leaned down and locked his lips to hers.

The sensation was indescribable. Hot, possessive, eager, sweet, loving, perfect; every word under the sun, he instantly groaned into her mouth while her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his face down to hers, already addicted to the taste of his wet tongue. Now her flavour...it was like nothing Roger had ever tasted before in any girl. Sweet and tangy, it was addicting, he was inebriated from the pressure of her mouth on his, each kiss grew more passionate, more eager, fingers tugging and moans echoing, scratching at each other's skin to be even closer than close. She lost her breath each time his tongue traced her top lip and slipped into her mouth, his breath trembled each time she pulled on his lower lip with her teeth, both his arms now wrapped her waist, chests pressed against each other, her hands buried in his golden locks, hissing into his mouth, completely enraptured with the thought and the taste of him, he was hers tonight and she liked that, she liked that a lot.

"Come here." Roger growled and lifted her up onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. He could feel her core heating up, it wasn't helping him in any way, he was straining in his pants, aching to fill up every inch of her, he had never wanted to fuck a girl this bad, but this girl had him wrapped around his little finger and he liked that, he liked that a lot.

"Taste me."

Her words remained on his lips when he pulled away, blue eyes dark with lust, his fingers brushing over her hipbones. His tongue swept over his lips, glancing down before drowning in her emerald eyes once again.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Roger, please. Your tongue's been in my mouth, now I want it in me."

Her desperate tone only turned him on more. He moved his hand down to her thighs and pushed her dress up so he could pull her stockings off, she shivered from the touch of his fingers on her bare skin, her hands still in his hair, watching what he was doing. Roger grinned before bending down, hooking his thumbs into her lace panties.

"Your wish is my command, love."

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heartofsnark · 5 years

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MC Comes Out As A Trans Man (KBTBB Headcanons)

Notes: I am a cis person, so while I can educate and ask questions, I will never fully understand the full scope or experience of being trans. This was a request by one of my friends when i was outsourcing the big bunch of Ko-Fi donations that came with no request. I tried hard to do this appropriately, but if I’ve written anything transphobic, hurtful, or just gotten something wrong, please let me know, so I can correct it.

Eisuke’s MC would be among the most scared to come out as a trans man. Not because he necessarily thinks Eisuke wouldn’t accept him, but because of Eisuke’s status. Eisuke may do a lot of business internationally, but his work is primarily based in Japan, a more conservative country. What is MC being a trans-man means people won’t want to work with Eisuke, what if it ruins the reputation of the Tres Spades and Ichinomiya group. There are a lot of fears and anxieties that go along with this. When MC can’t take it another day and finally comes out to Eisuke, he doesn’t say anything, only listens. He lets MC word vomit it all out, explaining how long he’s struggled with this, how scared he’s been, but every time he’s called a she or something triggers dysphoria for him, he wants to die and he can’t do it anymore. Once MC is done getting it all out of their system, Eisuke tells them no matter their gender, MC belongs to him. Which is his not so romantic way of saying he’ll love MC no matter what. Anyone who doesn’t want to work with him because of MC isn’t someone he wants to work with and anyone who’d go out of their way to harass MC, will wish they were dead by the time Eisuke is done.

Something important to Eisuke is never making the same mistake twice; it just takes one correction of pronouns for Eisuke to never use the wrong pronouns again.

Eisuke is beyond supportive with MC’s transition, his number one love language is spending money and transitioning to any degree is expensive. Whatever MC wants or needs to help the process is done. If MC wants binders, top of the line best money can buy and Eisuke always messages/calls to remind him when it needs to be taken off for safety reasons. If MC isn’t comfortable wearing dresses or skirts anymore, immediately given a male uniform for the hotel and all those event dresses will be replaced with perfectly tailored suits. If MC wants to start hormone therapy, he’s getting the best doctor on it to administer and keep eye on the treatment. If MC decides they want surgery, Eisuke is doing research into everything that’s needed and where to get the best surgeon. Eisuke will even goes through the trouble of letting MC go through another country for the surgery whichever one has the better process that MC likes. Japan requires sterilization for transitioning, which Eisuke doesn’t like at all, personally. If MC is comfortable with it, he’d still like to have children the conventional way. But, if MC would rather have the surgery in Japan or just wouldn’t want to be pregnant in general, he’ll start looking into surrogates or adoption.

Soryu isn’t as well-versed in LGBT+ issues or identities, but his reaction to MC telling him he’s actually a man is that, yeah, that makes sense. There are two reasons for this reaction, first one is, MC has made small efforts to dispel dysphoria even before he felt comfortable coming out as a trans guy, meaning MC wasn’t ever the most traditionally feminine of women, and the way MC seem very uncomfortable to insane degrees when expected to do things that would trigger dysphoria for them. It was always clear that this went beyond MC being a tomboy.

The second reason is, Soryu has never been the biggest fan of women. He’s gotten better than his initial sexism, but due to his childhood experience, women have always made him uncomfortable. He even questioned his sexuality for a while when he was younger, if he was this hateful and uncomfortable with women, it would make sense he probably doesn’t find them sexually attractive. Then he met MC and thought it was a case of just needing to meet the right woman, but it makes sense that well, MC just wasn’t a woman. A part of him wonders if somehow he knew before he realized he knew, if that makes sense.

He’s less skilled at changing pronouns and adapting, he’ll make more than one of two mistakes. But, he’s always quick to apologize, try not to do it again, and the guilt on his face is evident. He’ll be supportive in whatever kind of transitioning MC may want to do. Soryu wants to learn more and be the best partner he can be to MC. The mafia itself has some toxic and gross ideas, the ice dragons themselves accept MC readily. Inui might get a little clumsy but he means well, the first time he accidentally calls MC princess, he freaks out realizing his mistake and some say he’s still apologizing to this very day.

One night before bed, MC catches that Soryu’s usual mystery novel has been replaced with a book about what it’s like to be trans, so he can better understand. MC is beyond moved and gives his boyfriend extra loving that night.

There will be other mafia groups and enemies who will see this as something to take advantage of. They’ll purposely insult or trigger MC, weaponize it against Soryu. But, rest assured, the Ice Dragons will make sure those people regret it.

Baba’s MC has nothing to worry about, ‘cause fuck Baba is just perfect, let’s be honest. Honestly, Baba probably knew to a degree, like he suspected it and was just waiting for MC to tell him. If anyone was paying attention, after a while Baba’s nicknames became more and more gender neutral. MC tells him and he’s accepts easily, MC means everything to him and he’d never throw them away for something like this. Besides, Baba is definitely like pansexual or bisexual, so the gender of his partner has and always be irrelevant to him, all he cares about is the emotional aspect.

He’s loving and supportive through any kind of transitioning, reminds them when they need to take off their binder, takes care of them if hormones ever make them sick, or when/if they have surgery. He’s finding the male equivalent to every feminine nickname he ever gave, he realizes calling MC god instead of goddess sounds vaguely cultish, so if MC wants he’ll turn that into angel, but maybe they’re into the cult thing. He’s more than willing to worship them after all.

Hey, this famous person said something transphobic, now their house has been robbed and all the money has been given to foundations/charities that help trans people. How crazy, how could that have happened!?

Would a hundred percent kiss and smooch all over MC’s top scars if they got surgery, making sure he knows Baba loves his body no matter what.

If they don’t cause dysphoria Baba would 100 percent still want MC to wear those sexy costumes, but if he’s not comfortable, Baba can always wear them.

Honestly, Baba would just have the least issues adapting there’s not a lot to say. The biggest fuck up I could ever see him making is calling MC his pretty lady accidentally and he’d be like “oH FUCk, SoRRY, MY HANDSOME MAN!”, he’d feel bad but honestly him being awkward and struggling is cute and he’d never do it again.

Moral of the story, date Baba. Just do it.

Ota’s first response, “Does this mean we have to get you neutered?”, as assholey as it is it flusters MC and makes them yell at him for the dog shit, changing the serious tone to a light and teasing one. Male, female, non-binary, MC is still his Koro and his bluebird. Additionally, I feel like in the art world and having lived in New York, Ota has met trans people and in general just sees it more as yeah, sometimes people aren’t cis and he doesn’t really see the big deal. The sky is blue and he now has a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. He might fuck up pronouns a few times, force of habit, but he’ll try not to do it again. He might tease them a bit, saying how the dog is now training the master,

Once it’s made public, Ota is even more protective about paparazzi around MC. He knows how quickly they’ll flock to harass and bother MC about his transitioning. Ota isn’t going to stand by it, not for a second, reminding them of how if they don’t watch it and treat MC with respect, he’ll stop painting.

Ota paints flowers and designs on MC’s top scars when they’re feeling bad about their body. He’ll also paint portraits of them in general, MC can visit Ota’s studio and see his transition in painting form. Portraits from early on to the current ones, showing every little change MC’s made, like a beautiful documentation of his growth.

Mamoru it’s gonna be a slower process for him to get it.He ultimately decides, meh, MC is MC, he loves ‘em no matter what. His reaction is pretty calm and borderline a non-reaction.

He’s gonna mess up with pronouns for a while at first, it’s not that he doesn’t care or doesn’t want to make the effort, he’s just a creature of habit and change is a little hard. When he’s corrected, he murmurs “shit sorry” and makes sure not to not slip for as long as he can.

Mamoru gets a little more protective as MC transitions, he’s a cop and he’s seen too many hate crimes not to feel that extra need to keep him safe.

Mamoru finally taps into that money he gets from auctions when MC wants things to transition or surgery. He usually doesn’t bother to touch it, cause he personally doesn’t need for much, but he’d spend it all to make his boyfriend happy and comfortable.

Before MC started transitioning he would casually grab and play with their chest, following surgery when they lounge together he’ll casually run his thumb over his boyfriend’s top scars.

“No matter what, you’re still just a kid.”

Rhion, bless his heart, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He was sheltered to an extent before he became the Hatter. I’m not fully convinced he knows what being trans means. Telling him is a bit like telling a child to an extent, he’s open and accepting but might not realize the full gravity of it.

When MC comes out and explains it, he’s immediately accepting. MC means the absolute world to him, no matter what. MC has always represented to him, someone who would accept him no matter what, he intends to do the same.

He may falter with pronouns a few time, just ‘cause he can be a little absent minded, but he’s quick to correct himself. He may even pout as he apologizes ‘cause he’s mad at himself.

The biggest concern and issue he may have is whether he can continue calling MC Alice. While, as their relationship has grown he’s stepped away from it more and more, it’s become a sort of pet name. Rhion knows Alice is a girl character and he knows he knows being treated at all like a woman makes MC feel bad, (he doesn’t grasp the full gravity of dysphoria but he damn well understands it hurts MC and he doesn’t want his boyfriend to ever be hurt). It would make

Rhion explains that while he knows Alice is a female character and it’s a female coded name, Alice to him has always represented more of a concept. The concept and idea of someone he was always waiting for, someone who’d love him and be with him no matter what, who wouldn’t shun him. To him, it transcends gender, but as much as he’s attached to it, he’ll stop if it hurts MC. ‘Cause at the end of the day they’re more important than a nickname.

Additionally, Rhion is mesmerized by hormone therapy and/or surgery. Like, seeing how much MC’s body changes, he considers it like magic and always have some cheesy pseudo poetic metaphor. It’s so cool and he goes starry eyed over everything. MC’s voice is getting deeper? What!? That’s amazing, every octave change is like a beautiful melody! MC’s getting more body hair, body changing, it’s a slow beautiful metamorphosis, like watching someone evolve before his very eyes. MC’s gotten surgery, it’s like a butterfly finally emerging from its cocoon, fully shifted and changed for the better.

Luke is another one with a non-reaction kind of reaction. MC has to wonder if he even heard him or if he was too preoccupied with his medical book. That is until MC comes back from work and Luke pipes up, “so, do you plan on doing hormone therapy? There’s a very good hospital I know of that provides that treatment. Or I can do it, if you’d prefer.”

Luke does what he does best, medical research. He can’t help much on the social and emotional side of things, he fully supports them and loves them, but he’s not always the best person to go to when you’re having a bad day. Like all cis-people he can’t ever fully grasp dysphoria, but he wants to help the best way he knows how.

He’s scattered brain, but he always knows when to remind MC to take off their binder. It’s like his tea time, never forgot tea time or binder removal time.

He’d very much like to be a part of the hormone treatment managing; he’d probably offer to do any kind of surgery MC wants, as creepy as that might sound. The reason for this is A) he trusts himself more than a random doctor and B) it helps make him feel like he’s a part of it and supporting MC. The only problem is, well, if something goes wrong, he’d never forgive himself. Though if another doctor fucked something up, he’d probably kill them, soooo.

Sexy bones is a gender neutral nickname, so it stays and he’s surprisingly good with not slipping on pronouns. He researches if top surgery or hormones can mess with collarbones, just to give himself some peace of mind.

Shuichi’s MC would be scared to tell him because A) he’s an ambassador and political figure and B) he’s a catholic. Religion and Politics don’t always go well with LGBT+ matters.

Shuichi isn’t transphobic or homophobic, but he’s never thought about much in terms of how those matters affect his life. He’s realistic and pragmatic, he knows not everyone is going to accept MC or their relationship. He knows MC being trans could damage his political career, because as much as the world is moving forward this is still taboo to a lot of people. He knows he may not be allowed back at the church he attends.

But MC is more important than any of that.

He’s very careful and conscious of his pronouns, doing everything he can not to misgender MC. If he makes a mistake, he apologizes and learns from it, it’s fundamental. He’ll get books and material to educate himself on what he doesn’t understand. Learning and growing is something he’s always found crucial, this is the time for that.

He’d strive to use his political power and pull in order to make difference, like pulling for laws in order to help and protect transgender people. While, he was always in support of those things it’s closer to his heart now that it impacts MC.

If he has any question of faith with it, he comes to the ultimate conclusion that God made MC who he is, so he must love MC and if anyone says otherwise they can bite him. If the people at the church make MC uncomfortable, they’ll find a new church.

Hikaru (he’s officially the only one I haven’t read yet, so fuck me if this is ooc), he’s a bit confused at first, just as a whole. Gender and sexuality stuff isn’t something he regularly thinks about. He’s kinda like o..kay, that’s a thing now.

In his very tsundere way of expressing love, “boy or girl, you’re still a dummy”

He’ll have a slow switch with pronouns, lots of mistakes early on, he’s fumbling and apologetic, he sounds grumbly and pouting when he does it. But he means well.

If a guest at the hotel says anything to MC, he’s grabbing their arm a bit too tight and he’s doing his work smile but there’s murder in his eyes.

Transphobes get their computers hacked, suck it assholes.

He’s even easy to tease during some of this.

“Hey, Hikaru, are you gonna miss my boobs?” “SHUT UP DUMMY!”

“You wanna say good bye to them?”

And then Hikaru throws a pillow at him, while his face is tomato red.

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baneismydragon · 6 years

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How about #2 or #19 (whichever inspires you more) for marichat. I miss your particular flare with those two.

This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble… but its ok because @ktwesterna has been one of the most supportive and wonderful followers I have been blessed to have! Enjoy your Marichat #19 clocking in at just under 2k words lol.

Marinette had expected many things when she had come up with what was now jokingly referred to as the ‘best friend bonding compromise’. With her identity revealed she knew it would change the dynamic between herself and her partner. Chat had never been all that invested in the secrecy between the two of them, and it was honestly a miracle she had managed to stop him before he had detransformed himself after his first visit after the akuma that exposed her own secret. She had assumed that he would push for an end to his own hidden identity, (he had), that he would want for them to spend more time together outside of protecting Paris, (he did), and that he wouldn’t take no for an answer if she didn’t come up with some way to pacify his desire for them to become closer in light of this revelation. Which is why she was now constantly on the receiving end visits from her black clad companion.

She didn’t mind. In fact, she actually rather enjoyed getting visits from her partner. He was good company, enjoyed a lot of the same things that she did, was a good sport about losing at video games, and was surprisingly useful as a study partner. And again she had expected it.

What she hadn’t expected was how much less flamboyant he was in this new, more domestic setting. He was more often than not perfectly content to curl up and nap or read a book whenever she wanted to work on a project. He was unexpectedly thoughtful and sensitive. Not that she had ever thought that Chat Noir wasn’t kind, but she would not have expected him to be the sort to consistently tidy up after himself much less her as well. In the past month she was fairly certain that he had actually made up her bed more often than she had.

But more than anything, she hadn’t expected him to be quiet.

“What are you reading?”

Marinette shrieked, desperately reaching to close the tab on her computer but instead managing to tilt her chair too far forward and crashing to the ground.

She had all but forgotten that he was in the room. Last she had looked he had been crashed out on her bed, not hovering over her shoulder as he was now.

“Nothing!” she cried from the floor. “It’s nothing, you should-”

“Is this fanfiction?” Chat said delightedly, stepping in front of her so that he could read the screen as she struggled to get to her feet.

“I just clicked on it because I was curious to see what it was!”

“So you opened chapter 17?” he grinned, holding her back with one arm as he leaned in and began reading.

This was bad. This was so bad.

She tried to reach past him and grab the mouse but she knew it was too late. She could feel his body tense as he realized what was on the screen, his tail and ears twitching as his mouth fell open in shock.

“My Lady…”

“It’s not what you think!”

“Is this…”

“I was reading it for academic purposes!”

“Is this LADRIEN fanfiction?”

Of course he knew what it was. He was the one who had introduced her to “Ladybug” fanfiction in the first place. He thought the entire thing was hilarious. More than once he had regaled her with admittedly hilarious retellings of some of the more wild interpretations of his character that he had come across while browsing the fan section of the Ladyblog.

Marinette felt her face flush and wondered if she should just crawl into her bed and die.

“It is,” he breathed, scrolling down the page and skimming through the chapter. His eyes got wider as he got further along, his cheeks turning a tell tale pink at whatever he had found later in the chapter.

Damn, she had been looking forward to this update too. If Chat’s expression was anything to go by it was just as heated as the author had promised in last weeks notes.

He turned to look at her, his brow narrowing in confusion.

“Wait, you hate Ladybug fanfiction. You’ve told me yourself that you think Ladynoir fics are, and I quote, ‘a giant waste of time with no truth or value whatsoever.’

“Can we just forget this ever happened?” she moaned.

“So why would you be reading this, unless…”

“Oh my God…”

“Chat-”

“Oh my GOD!”

“I will pay you to forget you saw this!”

“You like Adrien!” Chat cried, bursting into gales of laughter as he whirled around to face her. “YOU like Adrien.”

“Please, Chat, you can’t tell him about this. I would die, I would LITERALLY die if he ever found out. He can not find out, you have to promise me.”

“Yeah, I can’t promise that.”

“Chat come on!” she pleaded, grabbing his hands in hers and trying to give him her most convincing pout.

“Why is this the first time I am hearing about this?” he asked, his expression still lit with a giddy exuberance that terrified her.

“Because I didn’t feel like my crush was a worthwhile topic of conversation,” she said, glaring, “or maybe I didn’t want to rub it in your face that I liked someone else, which you already knew.”

“No I know that, I mean-” he cut himself off, his face scrunching in concentration as his thoughts turned inwards. His fingers twined with hers where she was still holding onto him, and she held her breath as she waiting to see what he was going to say. She could feel a sense of apprehension. Like there was still another shoe about to drop.

“You haven’t said anything,” he said quietly, his head cocking to the side.

She flushed, dropping his gaze at his accurate assessment.

“You’ve never said anything to… to Adrien, about how you feel.”

“I’ve tried a couple of times, but it never goes well,” she admitted.

“But you do like… like Adrien?” he asked, his voice still soft and surprisingly tender.

“Yeah,” she admitted, her eyes falling closed in both embarrassment and relief now that her secret was out. “Yeah I do.”

She felt Chat drop her hands, pulling her into a hug. His warm, quiet chuckle reverberating through her soothingly.

“What a crazy criss crossed life you live, My Lady.”

She snuggled into his embrace, grateful for the unending love and support her partner always offered her. He really was an amazing…

Suddenly she felt the loss of his presence around her.

“You should tell him! Right now!”

“Oh my God! Chat what are you doing?” Marinette cried as she heard the frantic typing of her keyboard.

“I’m messaging Adrien.”

“NO!”

She hurled herself forward, desperately trying to grab at the computer, but her arms were no match for his as the insane cat purposefully blocked her path.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect.” He ignore her frantic cries even as she jumped up onto his back, leg wrapped around his waist as she desperately tried to pull him away from his new self imposed mission. “I just need to send this message and then everything will- GAAHHHH!”

He shrieked in startled pain as Marinette wove her fingers into his hair and yanked.

“What the hell!”

“You can’t send that message! What did you even write?”

“Relax its not a love poem or anything, it just says: hey Adrien, do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?”

“That’s… actually not terrible.”

“Good. So now I can just-”

“You still can’t send it!”

“Why not!”

He twisted in circles trying to dislodge Marinette as she alternated between trying to grab his hands and trying to reach over and attack the computer itself.

Unfortunately for her, she was no match for his suit enhanced strength, and after a few more minutes of frantic twisting and clawing on both their ends, he rolled his eyes, reach back and hauled her over his shoulder, plopping her down onto the desk with an inelegant thud.

“Hold still,” he grunted, capturing both her hands and leveling her with his most intimidating stare. “This is in everyone’s best interest.”

“I won’t let you,” she growled, shifting in front of the computer screen and wriggling enough so that he couldn’t release her hands.

“Stop being stubborn!”

“Says the insane cat trying to play cupid!”

“Don’t you want to date Adrien?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“He could say no!”

“He’s going to say yes.”

“I’m not ready! He’ll think I am insane.”

“I think its a safe bet to say he already does. He’ll still say yes and love you anyways.”

“I’ll never give you cookies again.”

“That is a price I am willing to pay,” he said, leaning forward and bopping their noses together. Her face scrunched in irritation

“Chaaaaaaat,” she whined, without any real malice.

“Sorry princess, this train has left the station and there is nothing you can do to stop me from sending this message.”

For one second Chat’s face filled with terror as he saw her eyes light up with a familiar gleam of inspiration, and then his mind went completely blank as she lunged forwards and planted her lips across his.

His whole body went rigid, his eyes wide as every nerve tingled at the feel of her so close.

Marinette grinned into the kiss as she felt him melt against her, his fingers losing their grip around her wrist as his eyes drifted shut and he let out an honest to god purr against her lips.

But just as she was about pull away and dive onto the computer to achieve victory, his hands reached up to cup her face and his head tilted slightly to deepen the kiss and all thoughts of moving fled.

Her brain dissolved into a pleasant haze as she savored the feeling of him kissing her, worshiping her. Time seemed to stop as their lips pressed and nibbled, exploring each other with delicious intimacy. By the time they finally broke apart, gasping for air, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you how they had even gotten into this position in the first place.

“Wow,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose against her neck, the hot whisper of his breath sending shivers up her spine. “You are absolutely amazing, My Lady.”

He kissed her softly on the hollow of her throat and instinctively she tilted her head to grant him better access.

“But there is one small flaw in this strategy of yours,” he said, even as his lips ghosted across the sensitive skin.

“What’s that?”

She heard a soft click.

Her eyes went wide.

“Now I HAVE to send that message.”

“Chat!”

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beneaththetangles · 4 years

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The Samurai Steps Out on Faith…

“Would you consider joining our team?”

I have to admit, when I saw those words appear on my screen a few months ago, I was beyond stunned. Me? You want ME to join up with Beneath the Tangles?!

Me? A guy who updates his own blog once a year AT BEST?!

Me? A guy who wrote a scathing series of articles about a VERY controversial subject resulting in some PRODIGIOUSLY cutting reviews and commentary leaving me mentally MIA for a whole month?!

ME? A guy who has been known to turn into an Angry Black Man on a wide variety of subjects including politics?!

You seriously want me, a mid-thirty’s black man from Louisiana who just so happens to have spent the last 25 years of his life consuming and loving anime to come write for Beneath the Tangles?

Knowing all this, you want me?

“Well…alright then. You got me. I probably can’t give you much, but you’ll get the best of what I got.”

And with that…here I am.

Hi. I’m Joshua. You can call me Josh. Or Cajun Samurai. Whichever you prefer. Heck, I’m not picky. I’ve been called so many things in the course of my life. Heck, the last few MONTHS I’ve been called some REAL colorful things. Heck, once when I was engaged in a heated political debate (as I tend to do), I was once called a lizard. I wore that name with pride for a while. Lizards are cool. Steve Irwin, God rest his soul, taught me that. In any case, for simplicity sake, I’m Josh. I’m sure most of you got to know me really well in my introduction on Twitter when I spammed your timelines with anime likes and dislikes. If you think THAT was a lot of info, you should see what I post on my own Twitter account. I’m the self-crowned prince of reaction pictures and live-tweeting.

As I mentioned above, I’m a Louisiana native. And before you ask, no, I don’t live in New Orleans. Honestly, I don’t really go to New Orleans that often unless it’s for my yearly trek to MechaCon…and even then, after next year, MechaCon will be going bye-bye, so my trips to NOLA will probably be even more infrequent. Unless I can score some Saints tickets. Cam Jordan, if you’re reading this, I know you’re an anime fan. Hook a brother up.

Once upon a time, I once had a pretty okay blog called The Cajun Samurai. It was just a place where I could get some reviews done and write up some small articles. At the time I started it, I was working a desk job that allowed me plenty of free time to write until my heart was content. But then, things happened, and I got laid off from my cushy job of seven years, and I had to go back out into the real world and do some real work. From a major airline to a major shipping company, to a local automotive parts company to a major lab testing company, I’ve been blessed to see so many different things and have so many different experiences, but sadly, my time to work on my blog was truncated severely and my poor blog was dang near neglected.

I did, however, find time in late January to write up a series of posts about a…particular hot topic that shook the anime community in 2019. I won’t get into it here, but suffice it to say, it was a MAJOR project for me, and a couple of my more…heated posts…caught some REAL undesired attention…which put me in a mental place that I did NOT want to be in. I found myself second guessing a lot of what I did, and I spent the entirety of February wondering if I was actually right in what I wrote. Did I go too far? Did I take it to a level that it didn’t need to go to? Did I compromise my own spiritual beliefs? All this went through my head and it was just so overwhelming. Suffice it to say, when I look back at February 2020, it won’t be the best of times. However, here we are in August, and, in the words of Elton John, “I’m still standing.” However, I can honestly say I didn’t get through it alone, not by a long shot.

Faith was something that I leaned on every step of the way. If it wasn’t but for the love and sweet mercy of the Lord, I would’ve driven myself completely insane. There was SO MUCH prayer going on during that time, and sometimes it was a struggle to get by on an hourly basis, to say nothing of a daily basis. In fact, I fully believe it was God working through TWWK that provided so much support to me both spiritually and emotionally; I can’t even put it into words how much I relied on his support and strength and just knowing that someone else out there was pulling for me, praying for me…it’s a beautiful feeling. I know I’ve probably driven him crazy with my many messages during that time, especially since he has his own family and life, but honestly, I doubt I would’ve been able to get through this without him and some of my other friends online. Also, knowing that the Beneath the Tangles crew were praying for me touched my heart so much. I owe them so much.

Then, one day, TWWK asked me that infamous question about coming over to write and do some Twitter posts. At first, I admit I was hesitant; I was almost ready to turn him down because of all the issues that I went through over my blog posts. I would never…EVER want to expose anyone to drama that involves myself and another person or group of people, and I felt that the target on my back, however faded and off center, would be a target on anyone I was affiliated with. But then I remembered a bit of scripture that pretty much smacked me across the face like Mrs. Kamiya slapped Tai across the face in that one episode of Digimon:

Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest. – Joshua 1:9

“Be not afraid”. “Be NOT afraid”.

Those words rung in my head loud as a bell. And it was for ME specifically. For this particular bit of scripture to be found in the book of JOSHUA…the book I am named after that tells the story of a man who had nothing but his faith to step out on…it was like a spiritual “Hey, Listen!” Sometimes, you have to step out on the strength of your faith and see where it leads you. It’s one thing to say that you believe in God and you trust in God, but at some point in your lives, be it making a small decision like joining a Christian anime blog, or a large decision like getting married or starting that new business, you have to take that leap OF faith ON your faith.

Many times I’ve found myself on that cliff about to take that leap of faith and many times I thought “Dang it, is this the right thing to do? Did I do everything right? Maybe I should rethink this…” but then I say “You know what, God? You brought me to this point. You said You would not put more on me than I can bear. You picked me up each time I fell. You know the outcome of this. What do I have to be afraid of? I trust YOU. Lets do this.”

And so…here I am. For as long as you’ll have me, I humbly offer my services to you, dear reader. It is my hope and prayer that God blesses me with the writing acumen that will entertain you, challenge your thinking, and maybe make your day just a little bit better.

With that out the way, borrowing an idea from TWWK, I offer up my (CURRENT) top 30 anime of all time as a way to introduce myself anime-wise. Keep in mind, this list is always changing. In fact, up to the time of posting, this list has probably gone through about 20 changes. Why? Because just like the autumnal wind, my tastes and interests in anime ebb and flow. Today’s hotness will probably be tomorrow’s “meh”-ness. But as it stands right now, this is it. Yes, there’s some old stuff, yes there’s some new stuff…there may even be a few titles that will surprise you. Hopefully this list, and any subsequent posts, will give you some kind of idea of what kind of anime I like, and by extension, maybe what kind of person I am.

30. Yamada-Kun and the Seven Witches 29. Hitorijime My Hero 28. Silver Spoon 27. Bunny Drop (Usagi Drop) – PLEASE DON’T READ THE MANGA. PLEASE… 26. Lucky Star 25. Daily Lives of High School Boys 24. Hunter X Hunter 23. Sarazanmai 22. Nichijou 21. My Love Story 20. Azumanga Daioh 19. Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit 18. Persona 4: The Animation 17. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad 16. Kodocha 15. Nerima Daikon Brothers 14. Digimon Tamers 13. FLCL (Original) 12. Neon Genesis Evangelion 11. Ghost Stories (English Dub) 10. Aria: The Animation 9. Nagi no Asukara 8. Assassination Classroom 7. Toradora! 6. Mysterious Girlfriend X 5. Planetes 4. Aria: The Origination 3. Aria: The Natural 2. Cowboy Bebop 1. Digimon Adventure (1999)

Admittedly, I’m not a HUGE fan of countdown lists because I always feel I’m forgetting something and I’m never FULLY satisfied with my choices, but I think this is a pretty comprehensive list! Of course, I’ll probably lay awake in bed tonight scrolling through Crunchyroll and think “OH CRAP! I FORGOT XYZ SHOW!!” and then kick myself for not including it, but hey, for the time being, this list is pretty much THE list. Just know that, quite literally, this list was updated and picked over all the way up to the day it was published!

And I think I’ve taken enough of your time! Funny how this post went from just being an introduction to a testimony to an anime countdown, huh? As a southerner, we tend to digress quite often. I ask that you please put up with my many digressions as I start this new God-given path I set out on with my new friends. Ya’ll have a good one and, as we say down here in Louisiana: Laissez le bon temps rouler! (let the good times roll!)

#Anime #Christianity #Articles #Author: The Cajun Samurai

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wintryethereal · 6 years

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Reviewing Brea's Stuff - BTS Soulmate AU (1/2)

PART 1/2 (Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin)

HI! \(OwO)/

I want to draw ya'll's attention to one of my friends: @jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae. She's a k-pop reaction/scenario/text writer, and not only have I missed her as a friend so much during my long hiatus, I've also missed her writing. Thankfully, there's a lot for me to catch up on! She asked me to give my opinions on her BTS AUs, and with her permission, I've turned my reviews it into a bit of advertising! If you wanna read the stuff I did, ya'll don't have to scroll super far to find it all. I'll be reviewing each AU from a Reader's Standing (silly, sometimes improper sentences; sO MUCH swearing; caps lock) and from a Critic's Standing (second reading; at least one paragraph). Let's get into this! >o<

—Faith

Written in Order of Whichever Came up First While Scrolling

Taehyung AU (Reader's Standing):

Man, I can't relate with being abandoned at a club 'cause I don't drink, and there's no club in my town, but I love how Y/N is essentially abandoned, ha ha ha! Also, poor Y/N, the only person among their friends who hasn't found a soulmate yet and feels so damn lonely about it. :'(

'...soft masculine voice'—bless you, Brea, for describing this scum as feminine.

'It makes you want to scoff, honestly'—All right then, this Y/N is a bit of a bitch, when it comes to meeting strangers in a club. I like Y/N, already. :D

'...back hitting a wall'—Aw yeah, good going, Y/N. Cornering yourself, good shit.

Strong Tae is hot, like that whole wrist grabbing sequence, ooh.

'Excuse me, sir'—My inner Englishwoman accent has been summoned.

Bitter chocolate on Y/N's tongue?? Where did this come from, hm... HM... hm.

Oh wait this is the soulmate bit. NEATO, I LOVE CHOCOLATE!! Milk is cool too, I mean, I'm vegetarian. If you bring meat into any of these AUs I will riOT.

Internal screaming holy shit it's the gang they're here hi Jimin my baby TwT

Yas to fun dancing with the puppy that is Taehyung

'Your back is pressed against his chest and his hands rest on your hips'—AERUNAWERAWENURAWO cute yes thank you

More chocolate taste, mm, yes. *w*

Holding hands on way to friends = classic, love it.

scREAMING HE CALLED Y/N HIS SOULMATE YES BLESS THIS AU I mean I don't usually read them, but my friendo-burritos are special occasions, OK??

Physical manifestation?? All right, sure. I'm so confused about this because, as I just said, I don't read soulmate AUs.

Love how the flavour of chocolate changes, it's kind of romantic.

*Sees typo at second last paragraph for 'had' instead of 'hand' and holds breath* Save it, Grammar-Nazi alter-ego, it's just a typo.

Super cute paragraph though awoureraelr

'As though he's meant to stay there forever'—Is just too cute, oml.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT LAST PARAGRAPH AND THE LAST LINE OF Y/N MY HEEEEEEEEEEART GOD DAMN SO CUTE UUUUUUUUUUGH

It's over? ;w; It's over...

Taehyung AU (Critic's Standing):

I'll say this here so I don't have to repeat myself, but I don't tend to read Soulmate AUs because I honestly think they're a very basic and beginner's way to write fan fiction. But they're also a great way to practice, so no, I don't hate them, I just don't tend to read them. As you know, I've made an exception for my friend. The first paragraph set the atmosphere very well, and easily stated how Y/N was feeling about not having found their soulmate, yet, and how they're just forced to watch their friends, who already have. The creep insertion, while a common trope, was well executed—I especially approve of how Brea described the wrist grabbing and the little struggle Y/N had.

And then there's Taehyung to the rescue, and for a moment I forgot I was reading a soulmate AU, I was confused about why Y/N tasted chocolate for second. Like the subtle inclusion of Jungkook, Jimin and the other guys, and the dancing section where the taste of chocolate changes according to Taehyung's emotions was really neat. I also loved how Taehyung took Y/N home, and their little kissing moment was the cutest. Not the mention the killer one-liner Y/N delivered, at the end. This was a brief AU, but that's often a good idea, for these kinds of scenarios. If I could improve one thing about this, I would have done... nothing. I seriously can't find anything that I would change, in this. Great job, Brea!

Jungkook AU (Reader's Standing):

Ooh, a Big Bang concert!

OOH, bells to signal soulmate status, that's really cool! Also, cute stumble is best stumble.

'bunny teeth'—Yes, Jungkook is a bunny in disguise, I knew it. *w*

YouTuber Jungkook is a concept I would sell my soul to Satan to see IRL

Ey yo, Seungri! \(>w<)/ Feels like a real concert, lol

Oh boy, whispering...

Awwww group waving to Jungkook's camera, how nice. ;w;

OH BOY JUNGKOOK IS ESCORTED

Oml Jungkook must have been so embarrassed, standing on stage like that, as a mega-fan. Lucky dude.

Never mind, boy was hyped as hecc

Happy Jungkook is best Jungkook, that was so cute to read.

Ye boys and girls, let's go with Jungkook and see what happens next oml this is too cute aaa

iS THIS THE SAME BAR AS THE TAEHYUNG AU?!

Hi Jimin I love you ;w;

Riot for Jimin? Yes, very possible.

beLL RUNG AGAIN GOOD LORD

I approve of Y/N's choice of Daesung as their favourite member

Thank you Jimin for approving of Y/N's choice

Jungkook shooing because he's secretly a possessive puppy, cute

bELLS AGAIN

'pretty damning evidence'—This is suddenly a detective AU? Nice.

'princess'—Aaand now I'm trying not to squeal.

Good choice of bar over apartment there, Jungkook.

Clasped fingers are cute, yes, thank you

More bells, aaaaa

Soft kiss ;w; Ow my heart

Evolving bells? YES.

Seriously this was really cute, I loved it. I love everything Brea writes, tbh.

Maybe that's just a friendship thing, idk.

Jungkook AU (Critic's Standing):

When the story began at a Big Bang concert, I immediately started to recall every bop they ever made, and it made me so nostalgic and happy. Really nice concert vibe, felt pretty alive, for being described in one paragraph. The first occurrence of the bells stole my heart, I'm a winter fanatic and bells are such an iconic symbol of that season, so I really enjoyed finding out that the little soulmate signal for this AU was bells. Not to mention the little confused looks that Y/N and Jungkook gave to their surroundings before introducing themselves with yelling (because concert, makes total sense) was really nice. I also loved how Jungkook was a YouTuber, that's totally something he could be, if his life went a different direction.

Seungri noticed Jungkook, told the guys about him, and they all gave Jungkook's camera some love was neat, too. They got him onto the stage and Jungkook fulfilled his mega-fan dream of performing with the big boys, that was ultra sweet of them (and Brea, I guess). And the excited Jungkook after he returned to Y/N was so easy to picture, it was great. As I said in the Reader's Standing, is this the same bar Y/N in the Taehyung AU was taken to? It was nice to see Jimin again though, hee hee, and I really liked how Jimin and Jungkook talked about why Jimin wasn't with Taehyung—the struggles of being a famous idol, right?

Jungkook shooing away Jimin was also cute, and how Brea mentioned that Jungkook and Y/N just sat with a couple drinks and talked with a little buzz was nice. Jungkook's explanation of how he and Y/N are soulmates was a nice touch, I really can't get enough of picturing how those bells sound. Small kiss from Y/N to Jungkook was super sweet, and yes, YES, I would love it if those bells evolved into like, an entire little melody, ah. This one was somehow very relaxing to read, I enjoyed it.

Jungkook isn't even my bias wrecker and I want to punch him with a pillow for being so cute in this AU, dammit.

Jimin AU (Reader's Standing):

For some reason the picture of Jimin wouldn't load and I'm immediately a little sad because I don't get to see his pink hair and those amazingly adorable cheeks of his. Not to mention his gorgeous eyes and just AERNUOEWATO Jimin is great. ;w;

Y/N is legit me, but I'm reading hentai manga instead of an 'actual book'. Just kidding, I'd be reading Piers Anthony.

Cool cafe, would definitely go there.

But reading sometimes stresses me out, so... I just stick to Piers and other fantasy others who don't write about female leads, sorry, but I really fucking love men. >w<

Aw yes look at that, his pink hair is peeking through, I wish I could reach into this story and touch it, fuck

The Chim just keeps getting closer... and closer... God that's cute, it's so like him, I love that.

'marches his way right over to you'—AEUROOAEUNCOWEASNLU thank you Brea, I'm dying a little

Soft speaking is so cute, good Lord, bless this AU

I'm just excited to read this for a second time, I love Jimin so damn much, aaaa

Just reading with Jimin would be so nice, that one paragraph had such a quiet feeling to it, ah.

Oh no, he went back on tour </3

he'S BACK AND HE TAPPED Y/N'S HAND MY LORD

I would totally jump up and hug Jimin, sorry not sorry, that man needs so much love for being so cute and... A N D *heavy breathing*

Oh right Y/N does it anyway

Awww yes he hugs back ;w;

Ooh, familiar scent and a long hug, that's definitely romantic.

bOOK HANDING OVER INCEPTION. Thank you for that little nod, ah.

I would probably fit in his suitcase tbh I mean I'm 145cm and he's what, 165cm?? It would totally work out, guys.

fiNGERS ENTWINE SCREEEEEEE

Sneaky Jimin putting his number in Y/N's pocket. Wait he's also part of the pervert line, BREA ARE YOU SURE HE DIDN'T TAP Y/N'S ASS A LITTLE? Lol just kidding, but still, nice move, Jimin.

He smells like books, bless

NOT TO MENTION THE KISSES GOOD LORD

That note was so sweet holy shit

Good ending oh my God that was such a nice ending

Jimin AU (Critic's Standing):

How do I write a formal review, again? I loved the book cafe, that was such a natural place for this to happen. Y/N and Jimin meeting week after week, and Jimin inching closer and closer until he literally comes right up to Y/N and all I could think of was a fluffy puppy running, and it killed me. I really liked how Y/N and Jimin established a quiet relationship, that's like, friendship, and friendship is so nice. Then Jimin left and I felt a little empty with Y/N, and I'm just sitting here thinking about how easily you were able to make me relate to Y/N. He came back blond (I refuse to add the 'e' for a male; I'm Canadian, that's just how the French do things, nothing wrong with the more modern/American way >w<) and had to tap Y/N's hand to get their attention, and then there's that adorable hug that just warmed my heart.

Then there was a very well executed explanation of how Jimin knows he and Y/N are soulmates and how he slipped a note into their pocket when they hugged. And I'm completely serious when I say that I would love to just stuff myself into Jimin's suitcase, ha ha ha! The kisses were also a really nice touch, the note was very sweet, and again, Y/N's last say in this scenario as they gave in to temptation and texted Jimin was adorable. Jimin's explanation and the note really did it for me, heh. I enjoyed Jungkook's the most, out of these three, but this was also really relaxing to read.

OK, that's it, for the maknae line! Onto the hyung line. Thanks again for reading, everyone.

#reviewing breas stuff #bts soulmate au #part 2 is coming soon ya'll

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bowieisworried · 2 years

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we all have Superb taste if you ask me! I've had a soft spot for felix from the beginning and i don't think that's ever gonna change tbh

i remember when he used to not speak korean that well and the way he grew so quickly, i was so proud it gives me a heartache just thinking about it

I didn't have such big bias problems before!! it used to be fairly chill except for skz. always had like One fave idk when that changed lmao

Ah yes... SuperM i always forget that that group exists hfdjhfj still don't know what SM was thinking when they came up with that idea.

Mark is just totally overworked bc he's in almost every nct unit

I've had nctzen friends since their debut so i kind of couldn't stay away no matter how hard i try rip. By now i have way too much information on them and the fandom drama lmao

This year was truly the Start of military enlistments for my generation of kpop i think. the next few years gonna be Rough man

OK fave ace song might be a struggle again bc i used to listen mostly to Savage, Under Cover and Higher and i used to absolutely HATE Cactus. That song was so annoying to me, didn't like it at all and then suddenly a few weeks ago a flip in my brain switched and i suddenly started liking it lmao

so rn i'd probably have to say Cactus/Changer bc those are on repeat

For MV, the Under Cover mv already snatched all the wigs when it came out tbh, i just love that one

Yea Jun & Yonghoon have that same... Pretty Boy Leader Just Wants Compliments vibe but also Clowns

Since The Rose had the company issues shit rlly just went downhill. Makes me regret not buying more albums back in 2018 SO Hard. At this rate i'll never get my hands on one of their old releases rip

I love how fans sometimes get MAD when albums get reprinted bc they were hoping to scam ppl :'D

AhA hello star wars fan, it is I, a star trek fan hahadsf

I hadn't even THOUGHT abt the physical album packaging when he came out with the concept and stuff i was just hoping i'll like the songs but then suddenly all these versions drop and with them my Jaw. King shit.

Luckily i didn't collect like... Naruto. i didn't even try bc i knew i didn't have the money for that many volumes lmao but bc my memory is so bad i even got confused if i already owned vol 2 or not lmao it was a mess

i used to LOVE stray kids for having albums of the same format and then just as i stopped colelcting they changed it and i aas like HAH don't have to deal with that but the joke's on me now i do have to and it's a mess

But nothing is worse rn than onewe albums + Advice u can't just put them on the shelf normally it'S so annoying

I want leedos big binary card too so i can pout them next to each other!!

Did Vixx ever release the actual Perfumes too or was it just for the album? I mean ofc the smell just gets all up in there hdhhd i can imagine

Maybe puty taemin is your pulling curse who knows (of course very debatable if it's a curse or a blessing)

A nice relaxing drink sounds good! I mean moving is always stressful. At least it's over now!! love that for you :p

I think i'll watch that one webdrama ace is in to mentally prepare for Jun's upcoming drama. Already vibrating out of my skin in anticipation.

good night!!

~ santa

Howdy!

No wonder, he is really sweet and yeah, it was really endearing when he struggled with it. I remember seeing him in some YouTube video where they pranked him like the staff had been arrested and the language barrier just added to the chaos 😂

I know exactly what SM was thinking: American money. Totally failed though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 😅 Ah, that does sound like a nightmare for Mark. God there's always so much fandom drama, with everyone really, part of the reason why you'll never see me calling myself a Tomoon or Shawol or anything. I'm just not wanting to get lumped in with the drama haha

To be fair I grew up with Star Trek as well, whichever series had Patrick Stewart (Next Generation maybe?) so I hold no Wars/Trek rival grudges.

Past you must be cackling that you have to deal with all the different formats now 😂 Are Onewe albums massive as well? Honestly see when I got Advice, Atlantis, and Don't Call Me all in the same parcel, I thought they'd sent double until I opened them and just went "SM what the hell!" lol

I'm not sure if they brought out the perfume that the album was scented with but they did have a line with one for each member, seems to be for the Lost Fantasia concerts.

I think I'd count pouty Taemin pulls as a blessing because God help me if he wasn't being adorable he might just kill me 😆

Oooh that's gonna be so good! Hope you enjoy the webdrama as well, I've heard good things about it 😄

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