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cherry blossom - k. gyuvin

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pairing ➷ gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : you and gyuvin were in your last years of high school and lived beside each other. at school, he's captain of the basketball team, gyuvin is friendly and easygoing, not to mention he's extremely popular. on the other hand, you're the class president and have been for many years, you very studious, making you not have many friends. nevertheless, your fateful friendship bloomed under the cherry blossoms of april.

genre : romance . fluff . slight angst . high school au

word count : 3.5k

warnings : swearing (only once tho)

notes : hii i posted again finally!! sorry bcs english isnt my first language there might be some grammar errors 😅, it's also my first time writing a gn!reader so i'm sorry if i make some mistakes ;D

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➷ the first encounter

it was the month of april, the start of spring, and your favorite month of the year mostly because you enjoy gazing at the cherry blossoms on your way back from school. you wore a mid-length puffer jacket since the weather was a bit chilly, holding your hands up to your face to see your fingertips have become slightly reddish. you sigh as you bury your hands back in the pockets of your puffer as you tried distracting yourself from the cold by talking to your classmate beside you.

"soo.. about the cherry blossom festival, i was thinking we could do something involving our basketball team since you know, the captain is in our class of course.." she giggled, acting giddyly similar to a child.

"well, I've had 5 people telling me the same thing and i'll repeat my answer one last time, I'll think about it okay? but there's a big chance it's not going to happen." you exasperatingly sigh as the girl beside you inevitably left after realizing you wouldn't agree to her request.

as the class president, your duty is to arrange class activities, one of them being the cherry blossom festival happening in a few weeks time. there wasn't a particular reason why you denied all the requests, you just weren't very fond of the boy. he was always late to class, sometimes even skipping entirely to play basketball. his behaviour took a toll on your status as class president, teachers who couldn't get through the boy would often scold you instead.

you thought this calming walk back home couldn't get any worse until you were met face to face with the devil himself.

he wasn't walking home with his friends like he normally would, he looked back when he felt someone's stare burning holes on his back, his eyes with yours almost immediately.

as if on cue, a 10 thousand won bill (around 7 usd) fell from one of the swaying cherry trees, landing perfectly in between you and him. both of your eyes followed the bill as it glides down to the concrete floor, your eyes going back and forth from the bill to the boy in front of you.

CRASH!

"Ow!"

feeling a head collide with yours, you let out a painful hiss while holding your head with one arm. slowly you look up to see the boy in front of you mirroring your movements. you were both knelt down, one hand on the dollar bill with the other clutching your heads.

"Aha! my hand is under yours, that means the 10k is mine." his words woke you up from the trance you were in, widening your eyes when you realized your hands were on top of his own. you quickly pulled away but that didn't mean you were backing up.

"yeah but that's because you hit my hand!" you retorted back, showing him the red mark on the back of your hand.

"it was just an act of self defense i'm sorry, um.. what if we just split it, I'll buy you something from the cafeteria?" the boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, stretching out his hand that held the dollar bill.

you thought to yourself for a moment before replying,

"fine, i'll forgive you under three conditions." you stood up with your arms crossed. the boy in front of you following as he nodded erratically.

"one, you can never be late nor skip classes from tomorrow onward and explain to mr lee why you've been late this entire time. two, your basketball team has to participate in this year's cherry blossom festival as the representative of our class. and three, you owe me a carton of strawberry milk." you smirk proudly, seeing the color drain from the boy's face.

"okay okay, what if we skip number one and two and i'll buy you TWO cartons of strawberry milk? how does that sound?" he pleaded.

"fine then, i'm telling the counselor you hurt a fellow student." you started to walk back to school but before you could take another step, a hand held your wrist to prevent you from walking further, just as you expected.

"okay, fine. jeez i didn't know the class president was this stern." he smirked almost flirtingly even though you didn't get the hint.

"i have a name you know, it's y/n." you turn to face him again, annoyed because in the school almost no one calls you by your real name and for some reason it made you think no one actually knew your name.

"alright y/n, i'm kim gyuvin and it's nice to meet you too." he grinned similar to a puppy, extending his hand waiting to be shook by yours.

you looked at his hand, back to his face, and to his hand again. after a few seconds of contemplation, you lightly extended your cold hand which was quickly greeted by the warmth of gyuvin's.

just for a moment there, you felt a foreign feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach.

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➷ a few months later

"KIM GYUVIN!" you bang on his apartment door, looking at the time on your phone before stepping away from the door.

"I'M UP! I'M UP!" like usual, the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled gyuvin in his school uniform that was horribly crinkled. his eyes were barely open and his hair was stood up, obvious that he had just gotten up from bed.

"did you sleep in your school uniform?" you tilt your head, looking at him from head to toe with a concerned look. it was your daily task to wake up gyuvin every morning ever since you found out that the both of you lived beside each other, obviously neither of you ever noticed considering gyuvin's 'always late' agenda and your 'always early' one.

"no.." you roll your eyes as he sheepishly smiles.

"there's still 30 minutes, go take a shower, you stink." you forcefully push the boy back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. you could make out a bunch of whines coming from the opposite side, meanwhile you couldn't help the small grin from forming on your face.

after 10 minutes, the door opened for the second time, unveiling a less disheveled gyuvin. his hair fluffed up giving him a boyish look, the tiredness in his eyes was now replaced with a glint of excitement, his clothes seemingly less crinkled and his puppy-like smile on full display.

god you thought you had just fallen in love for the millionth time.

gyuvin slung his arms around your shoulder almost putting you in a headlock, "I know i'm terribly handsome but we might be late if you can't stop staring." he gave you a smug look in which you returned with a disgusted one.

"whatever."

you both walked to school as usual, his arms weren't slung around you anymore since there were other students around and gyuvin didn't want them 'getting the wrong idea'.

arriving at school on time was something gyuvin wasn't used to but he didn't mind if it meant he could spend more time with his best friend, you (of course).

"you're coming to my match this afternoon right, class prez?"

'class prez' that was the nickname gyuvin gave you ever since you both met, he would rarely call you by your real name, only if things were serious which barely ever happens anyways.

"yeah, if i can." you respond nonchalantly.

"you always say that, but at the end of the day you always come." he gave you a small grin which made your cheeks turn a pinkish hue.

"whatever."

"whatever, whatever, whatever, do you ever say anything else?" as the both of you continued bickering, the boy's contagious smile made you break out into a grin as well. to other people, both of you looked like two kids madly in love with each other. as cliché as it sounds, it was painfully obvious to everyone except you and gyuvin.

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school had just officially ended for the day. Your classmates bid you goodbye, everyone in a hurry to see the upcoming basketball match between your school and the neighboring school. of course, gyuvin had left earlier in order to fulfill his duties as team captain. currently, you were fulfilling your own duties as class president with your assistant, park gunwook.

"y/n why do we have to do this? can't we just do this tomorrow, pleaasee i really wanna see the match!" the boy beside you pleaded, having his head ontop of his folded arms, looking at the window where you could see students holding banners hurrying inside the school gym where the match was held.

"if you stop whining we might be able to sort these in time so we can see the match, gunwook." you reply sternly, quickly going over the files the teacher assigned you.

"don't lie y/n, i know you wanna skip and watch your loverboy too." gunwook looks to you with a teasing glint in his eyes that you didn't take notice of.

"my what? stop fooling around and help me sort these!" though your voice was a bit shaky, it seemed to convince gunwook enough for him to start helping you.

as time went by, you skimmed over the endless stack of files, eyes growing visibly tired and red. on the other hand, the 'assistant' beside you had already fallen deep into dreamland after helping you with one or two files. you couldn't help but listen to the ongoing match inside the gym and the faint sound of cheering, praying you'd finish these soon enough to join in the bleachers.

after a while, you finally finished sorting the needed files, rubbing your eyes tiredly. you dropped the files in front of gunwook with a loud thud.

"AHH YOU SCARED ME!" he woke up in a cold sweat, holding his hand to his heart.

"take these to mr choi, i'm leaving now." you quickly pack your bags, leaving the boy alone in the classroom still recovering from the shock you gave him.

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inside the gym, it was break time for both teams and gyuvin's eyes couldn't help but scan through the crowd of people on the bleachers, not seeing the face he was looking for, he sighed in defeat as his mind went back to the conversation he had with you in the morning.

"i'm serious gyuvin, i might not be able to make it today, i have a lot of things to do, so i apologize beforehand."

"it's okay, don't apologize, it's not your fault. just..come by if you can."

his mood was somewhat down since the start of the match, leading his team to worry about the boy.

"hey man you ok? a little bit more and we can catch up, don't give up now!" his teammate, ricky spoke up while slinging his arms around the brunette's shoulder.

"no it's not that, ricky." gyuvin removed the arm around his shoulder, slumping down onto his seat, head hung low.

"ohhh i know, it's because his 'class prez' isn't here yet." his other teammate, yujin chirped in an attempt to ease the tension, earning a nudge from ricky.

"dude don't say that!"

"what? say what?!" yujin held his lower stomach where ricky had nudged him as they both continued to bicker.

gyuvin wasn't paying attention to the two boys in front of him, more focused on his phone which he unconciously keeps checking. he had hoped for a text message from you, confirming if you were coming by or not. but no matter how long he waited, the text never came. eventually, the horns had blasted, signalling the start of the final round to decide the winner of the match.

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meanwhile, arriving at the basketball court, you ran to the bleachers, taking up the last remaining spot on the railing as your eyes scan the court in front of you. you were out of breath from all the running you did to get here, chest heaving up and down as your eyes frantically searched for the brunette.

as gyuvin was getting into position, his eyes trailed to the bleachers one last time. to his surprise, the first pair of eyes he had met was yours. the frown on his face was suddenly nowhere to be seen, his eyes lit up and he felt a warm feeling engulf in his heart.

hurriedly, you scribble down 'kim gyuvin!' on a page of your sketchbook, holding it up for the boy to see. gyuvin's smile got impossibly bigger upon seeing his written name, his eyes lit up as he shamelessly waved to you which made his teammates look at him, dumbfounded and also slightly relieved to know their captain was back.

"see, i told you if y/n comes he'll be back to normal." yujin smirked as he nudged ricky, who seems to be unbothered by the younger male, his focus mainly on the pair before he eventually drags gyuvin to his designated position as the referee signalled the start of the game.

throughout the final game, you were incredibly stressed out while your eyes moved back and forth from the score board and to the brown haired boy. both teams were already incredibly tired except for gyuvin who looked like he was playing in the first round.

"pass! pass!"

the brunette yelled from across the court, after obtaining the ball, he took a risky move which made you and a few others jump from their seats. the scores were exceptionally close and time was limited, meaning if he managed to score this 3-point, the team is guaranteed a victory.

for a split second, the crowd went silent as gyuvin shot the ball. just as the timer ticked zero, the crowd erupted with cheers and the alarm went off signalling the end of the match. gyuvin had succesfully scored a point, making his team the ultimate winner.

the boy felt like he was on cloud 9 with so many people calling on his name and his teammates hurdling around him with smiles on their faces. but most importantly, there you were on the bleachers, smiling at him and giving him a thumbs up which he found utterly adorable. after the cheers had slowed down, gyuvin excused himself from his teammates, running to the locker and changing his clothes as fast as he could.

when he got out, he was met by your presence almost immediately.

"congratulations! sorry i couldn't come earlier." your smile wasn't as big since you tried to keep your cool in front of hin.

gyuvin didn't respond for a while which worried you, but you were surprised to feel your feet up in the air as two arms lifted you up and spun you around. you held onto his shoulder for balance basically hugging him as you could smell his faint cologne making you blush provusely. the red on your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the boy but he only shrugged it off thinking you were just excited for him.

after many complaints from you, gyuvin put you back down. he smiled ear to ear as he rubbed his nape nervously.

"sorry, i'm just happy you came." you couldnt bear the eye contact with him, your eyes searched for anything other than the boy.

"by the way you look really tired, was there a lot of work?" he continued, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, forcing you to look at him. it was something he often did and it made you feel butterflies as his two hands felt warm on your cold cheeks.

"y-yeah i had to do everything by myself since gunwook fell asleep halfway, it's fine though i'm not that tired." you tried to reassure him, circling your hands around his wrists to pull him away but it only made him squish your face harder which made you let out a whine.

"but your eyes are so red! hurry, i'll take you home so you can get some rest." finally letting go of your face, he takes one of your wrists and lead you to the gym where all his friends are waiting for him.

"gyuvin i feel fine, i wanna stay here longer please?"

"why do you want to stay here-" his words were cut short by an unfamiliar voice.

"kim gyuvin!"

from behind the boy appeared a girl who looks to be one of your underclassmen. it's no doubt gyuvin is popular among seniors, but classes below you weren't an exception either.

gyuvin turned around to face the younger girl and you followed suit, leaning in a bit to listen to their conversation.

"can i help you?" gyuvin spoke in a polite manner.

"gyuvin oppa, can we talk outside i have something to tell you." the girl fiddled with the hem of her skirt nervously, you already knew where this was going and gyuvin did too.

"i'm sorry i-"

"please? it's really important it wont take long.." the girl pleaded, holding on to the hem of his shirt and the sight almost making you puke.

despite gyuvin's hesitation, he looked back to you and mouthed a 'sorry' before being rushed off by the girl.

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after gyuvin left you let out the biggest sigh, having such a popular best friend was hard and not to mention your enormous crush on him made it even worse.

essentially you wanted to stay at school longer to spend time with the best friend who just left you, but since he's no longer here you find a spot to sit on the bleachers. you remember the two cans of soda in your backpack, now having no one to share them with.

as you pop open one of the cans, before you could take a sip, you felt a presence beside you.

"hey, can i sit here?" a familiar voice caught your attention, shen quanrui aka ricky who is your classmate and one of gyuvin's friends.

"oh, um sure." you took your backpack from the seat, putting it on your lap and taking a sip of your soda.

"soo.. y/n right? i heard a lot about you from gyuvin."

"haha yeah.. you're ricky right? i also hear about you from gyuvin."

an awkward silence flew in the air for a solid 10 seconds.

"do you know what he's doing right now? i've been looking all over and i can't find him." his question reminded you again why you were talking to him in the first place, he left cause some girl is gonna confess to him, should you really say that?

"well, a girl pulled him outside, said she has something important to tell him and you can guess the rest." you chuckle bitterly.

"it's hard to be friends with someone so popular isn't it?" somehow his statement brightened your mood a little.

"yeah, that's exactly what i was just thinking." you finally had the courage to lift your head and look at the blonde beside you.

ricky was also semi-popular, his looks are well known to everyone in the school and his personality wasn't so bad either.

"so he really left you alone here? what an asshole, maybe i should beat him later." he put his hands into fists and started punching the air like a boxer.

"oh please don't, i think the girl he's talking to right now has tortured him enough." ricky laughed and you followed suit, feeling more comfortable as time went by.

"do you like soda?"

"well it depends, i only like it when it's a 1+1 deal." you chuckle, handing him the can of soda in your backpack since yours was almost finished and you wanted to have a soda buddy to drink with.

"thanks, i like it even better when it's free."

"oh please, you owe me lunch tomorrow."

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meanwhile outside of the gym,

"oppa, i really like you- no! i love you please go out with me!" the girl stretched out her hands, holding a thick envelope which could only mean one thing.

"i'm really sorry, but i'm not interested in relationships right now. and i don't want your money." the boy politely bowed, pushing the girl's hands back.

"please! i'll double the money if you want to, just go out with me once, i really like you please give me one chance!" gyuvin has had a series of confessions to him, but this was his first one that seemed a bit extreme.

"i can't, i'm sorry but i-"

"oppa, do you like someone already?"

"what?" the question made gyuvin stop in his tracks.

"you do don't you? is that why you don't want to accept my love? who is it just be honest!" the younger girl was now sobbing uncontrollably which fueled panic in gyuvin who didn't know how to properly comfort the girl, especially being the reason shes crying in the first place.

"no i don't like anyone, but i'm sorry i can't go out with you please stop crying.." he nervously patted her back in an attempt to soothe her but it had only made her cry louder, hence he stood and did nothing at all.

"oppa, you like y/n don't you?"

"what? no.." gyuvin felt a lump in his throat, his head suddenly flooded with thoughts of you, his best friend.

"so you do.. lucky them." the girl wiped the last of her tears before cowardly running away, leaving gyuvin dumbfounded with a new thought clouding his brain.

'do i like y/n?"

read chapter 2 here!

-> extra note : this is also gonna be two or three parts SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but i hope you enjoy it because this was really cringe when i wrote it 😅 (fyi the opening was based on a recent film i watched on netflix called omg (oh my girl) its really good highly recommended!)

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baby-alien11 · 11 months

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can I get a poly chad x fem!reader x Tara headcannons for scream 6 with no ghostface? reader is a roommate of Anika’s or something!

Hii anon, thanks for sending the request

I hope you like how I wrote your idea

being in a relationship with Chad and Tara

You've been friends with Anika since elementary school so it wasn't a surprise that both of you decided to go to the same college as roomates

Arriving at Blackmore, both of you entered your shared dorm noticing a girl already there accommodating her things in one of the rooms, along with her brother and other girl shorter than the both of them

That's how you and Anika ended being part of the Core Four group, along with Ethan who was roomie with Chad, and Quinn who shared an appartment with Sam and Tara

Soon enough, Anika and Mindy started dating

While you, Chad and Tara got close

Even when the three of you had different majors, study sessions almost everyday were now a tradition

That study sessions and all the time that the three of you spend together, alone or with the whole group, made new feelings develope between you three

Of course it wasn't a surprise that you liked boys and girls, basically you and Anika came out almost at the same time

During movie nights the three of you sat together in the same sofa, alternating the person who's turn is next to sit in the middle

They even trusted you so much, that they told you what they went trough last year in Woodsboro

And after hearing that, you ended up crying an telling them how strong they were for surviving that horrible experience

The most time you spend with both of them, you realised the feelings developing towards the two of them

But you didn't tell them those feelings because you didn't know how could they react to that

That was until during a dinner night in a cafeteria close to the apartment, Chad decided to do something about the situation

"I like you", Chad suddenly said

Hearing those three words, you and Tara looked at each other in confussion because he said that so abruptly

"Context please", you asked still confused

"Please promise me that you won't run after this, both of you", Chad spoke at what you and Tara nodded, "Okay, here we go, in this last months I've started to develope feelings for both of you, like more than friends"

"Thank God I'm not the only one who felt this way", you sighed in relief

"Wait, really?", Tara asked with a little smile

"It's not a secret I like boys and girls", you shrugged

"So, I guess we all in the same page", Chad continued now smiling, "What if we tried something? A relationship between the three of us, if it doesn't work we forget this happened and continue as friends, how does it sound?"

Sharing a look with Tara for a few seconds, both of you nodded with little smiles

"Throuple power! High five!", Chad exclaimed with excitement rasing both of his hands

"If you do that again we will break up with you", Tara threatened

That same night, the rest of the group was informed of the relationship situation, and certainly they had a mix of emotions like surprise, confusion and happiness

Things didn't change a lot after the relationship started

During go outs, Chad carried two jackets, one for the both of you

He didn't saw those jackets after that

On movie nights, the two place sofa was now yours, you and Chad sitting in it and Tara on top of both of you due to her being the smallest

Cooking together dinner for everyone (which almost all the time ended up with a little disaster)

Lots of cuddling, specially after an stressful day of classes

When you are late for class and have to run around the campus to go to your respective classes, Chad decided at one point to carry both of you and Tara to run towards your classrooms in order to be on time

Chad even let Tara and you to do make ups on him just for fun and post some of the photos on Instagram

The first kiss between the three of you was a little akward because when you attempted do do it, all of your noses collided with each other leaving a bruise in your noses for a few days

Chad is a simp

He often carry both of your bags around campus, your purses when going out to dinner or during shopping, if one of you had to do a big project he would carry it, doesn't matter how small or big it is

At parties, Tara had the habit to drink more than her body could hold, so you and Chad had to hold her hand in order to not loose her in the crowd

There was one time when she arrived too drunk to the apartment that you and Chad had to sit for two hours listening to Sam scolding you for letting Tara drink her weight in alcohol

Of course Quinn filmed the entire thing and send it to the groupchat

After that, both of you made sure to make her throw up before leaving the party and gave her water to hydratate

Of course, after a month of trying the whole throuple thing, everything worked well so the relationship continued

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determinate-negation · 3 months

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Hii. I'm not sure how to phrase this question, but how does one draw the line between the most effective way of getting people into engaging critically with art and politics (which is imo, being nice and encouraging and yes coddling a little bit people's fragile egos) and expressing your own discontent with people's lack of curiosity and desire to learn and form well funded opinions beyond base level takes, paired with an immovable conviction that anything that isn't immediately comfortable (such as your blorbo show (?) Being criticized) must be Evil.

What I mean is that as an individual you'd want to basically shake these people who shut down every discussion with the slogan Let People Enjoy Things, and rightfully call them idiots for throwing a tantrum at the grown age of 36 because someone said maybe watching something other than Steven universe would be good or whatever, but on the other hand telling people they are unintelligent for exclusively engaging with surface level ideas/ uninspired art does Not encourage anyone who does that into going beyond that comfort zone. At the same time tho it does feel like you're doing airplane sounds so the baby eats the pudding without crying. You cannot condescend anyone into critical thought but the fact that so many people are unwilling to engage in it out of laziness is making everyone's life worse. How do we get out of that point ig is my question. Sorry if that made 0 sense English isn't my first language :P hope you're having a good day/night

idk i honestly get very annoyed by watching people or interacting with people who respond to any mild critical thought with some iteration of 'let people enjoy things' and 'youre being elitist for not liking the popular thing,' and a million other things. ngl i dont think tumblr is also the greatest place for like... scholarly discourse although it can actually be quite productive for it somethings. but a lot of people genuinely dont want to look into shit. theres an attitude here (not just on tumblr but i just think in the capitalist west) of incuriosity and its difficult to say how to overcomme. for example ill post links to books and essays about a topic and have people complain that i dont specify what chapters to read. this pisses me off to no end and i end up ranting about it and probably coming off like a dick lol. thus the posts...

i also do post like essays and articles and shit that i think explains my position on this and the theoretical basis for it, and if people ask questions ill try to explain any concepts and give recommendations for stuff to read about mass culture and cultural criticism. i think this has been more productive, idk. i dont think political education and class consciousness will rise from social media though, which is where these tendencies are allowed to develop to the extreme. organization and education irl will be the most fruitful, but still i just think to show people the stuff that influenced me and how i think of it is a net positive. ty and same to you

#also ur english is great its a completely coherent message

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kittenninja14 · 2 months

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Hii KN!!

I have a question. Can you describe the evolution of the way you drew Zane?

ps. ur Zane is so cute!

Hello, my mysterious friend!! <333

Thank you for asking that brilliant question.

First of all, thank you soo much!! I'm glad you think my Zane is cute!! <33

As for the "evolution" here it is:

The first time I drew Zane, I drew him like this:

Yeah.... nowhere close to the Zane I now draw, lol.

Tbh, I nvr really liked how I drew him here. To me, he just didn't feel real(?). I dunno if that's the right word, lol. He looks more like a rectangle than a human.

But all in all, I just wasn't satisfied with the results. For this fanart, I just needed to draw Zane so I did my best in this art.

The second time I drew Zane was-- welllllll, I honestly love drawing Zane, he kinda is my fav character to draw (his hair is soooo easy, lol) But I started doodling Zane here and there in class.

I do not recommend doodling in class. Be responsible and work on ur classwork, lol.

I don't have all my doodles but here is one

As u can see Zane is starting to get more shape here, lol.

He's starting to look more human (is that the right word?) than a rectangle, lol.

The third time I drew him was for a fanart from Shogun: Becoming by @nickelwick

(sry about the bad quality)

Now this was a completely different art style in coloring/drawing but with all that aside-- you can see a major shift in style when it comes to drawing Zane.

(now in retrospect the eyes could use a little improvement)

Anyways, I wanted to draw Zane with a different look. From the time between the first drawing and the second, I was tweaking/improving my art style.

The fourth time was for my screenshot redraw:

Honestly, here, you can see a huge change.

I would say that the fanart for Shogun: Becoming seriously inspired me when I drew this.

I think the tip I can give you when it comes to drawing characters is to first try to find an art style that you are comfortable with drawing.

In my case, if you scroll wayyyyy down in my DeviantArt account, you can see that the first couple of artworks are all done in different styles--I was in the "experimenting" stage.

In all honesty, I believe that all artists out there--no matter how good their art is--can improve. There is always room for improvement and betterment (dunno if that's a word, lol).

So when it came to Zane (and my art style as well) I started experimenting.

Then after I was done with experimenting, I started improving my art.

Here is the fifth time I drew Zane.

This pic is actually the "foundation" of all of my Zane pics. The colors, expressions, and clothes were all done bc I experimented.

It took time--a lot of time-- to get this drawing done.

But that's how we all start, lol.

The sixth time, I drew the og Zane.

He was quite a challenge, lol. Perhaps it was the color pallet or the fact that I was rushing to get this done for Ninjago's 13 anniversary, but he honestly could use an improvement, lolll.

Now I can do A LOT of pics to show the "evolution" but imma just use the latest art.

This pic took like 10 mins (at most) to draw. Compared to the fifth time which took hours.

Drawing Zane has honestly become my fav pass-time, ngl.

I would say to all the artists out there-- just relax. Ur art doesn't have to be purr-fect. No one starts out as a professional. (unless u have some cool powers that make u draw perfectly)

Be patient with yourself.

Everyone can draw. But it just takes time, practice, and perseverance.

So don't give up. If I had given up on drawing Zane after the first pic, then I would have never drawn this cutie pie, lol.

Anyways, I hope this answers your question!! I honestly had a lot of fun with this "evolution" post. Feel free to ask me more about the other ninjas. But ngl, I think Zane is the only character (as of rn) that I feel the most comfortable with and has the most development, lol.

Byeeee!! Cya next time!!! <3333

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woolieshubris · 4 months

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hii alice! i'm very slowly trying to teach myself html/css by making a neocities, (what i have so far can be seen here, it's not much i know) and i was just wondering if you had any useful tips/resources? :0 your neocities is very cool (i was reminded by that other person that asked about it yesterday) so i thought i would ask <3 i'm already using mozilla webdocs and w3schools, but do you have any other recommendations?

i don't really know a lot about html/css yet, (i don't have a ton of coding experience, most of what i've done has been in python) and so i don't really know how html/css should be "structured", if that makes sense.

any help or pointers are appreciated! ty in advance <3 peace

Your neocities looks great! Especially for a beginner!

Things to look into:

For learning, I'd recommend learning more about semantic design- w3schools

Also, do some studying up on the box model! this website I found seems to have a lot of good information- box model

I'd also look into CSS classes- w3schools

Also, the fastest way for you to learn coding is to... look at other people's code! Go onto neocities, scroll till you see a page you like, and then inspect element the shit out of it >:3c Even if it doesn't make sense at first to you, looking at a lot of code can help you learn new ways of doing things!

blogs u should take a look at: Drakul78, moonview, twelvemen, and nyaa!

OK so for code analysis:

Overall: I like your website a lot! It's simple, it's cute, and it's functional. These are tips for when you want to "upgrade" your site, but as is, it works great :3c

I like to avoid putting traits other than background onto "body", since it severely limits what you can do with your website. (If you wanted to have multiple boxes on screen, for example, you can't do that...)

Also, the contrast between the background and the text is a little too low for my liking, but your text is nice and large so it's not too much of an issue. If you are going to make your text smaller though, you'll need to change those colors.

You already are using semantic design elements in your website, which is really good! Also, using style.css instead of putting it into the page itself is also really good practice.

Ideas for the future:

This is very subjective, but I feel like you are using your website like someone might use a caard. It's pretty, but each page is static, and links to another static page! You can merge a lot of this information into your index- such as credits/links :3c

FONTS! FONTS! FONTS! there are so many beautiful fonts in this world, and with google fonts, you can easily apply them all to your website!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ google fonts

also, since you mentioned you were a coder- I'd recommend setting up a way for you to use vscode to edit your page! One of my friends wrote some git code for me that makes it so I can edit my page without making a billion changes to it in quick succession. I'll ask them if I can share it with you if that would interest you, and I could make a separate post on my visual studio code layout if you are curious :3c

#long post #coding #neocities #also if anyone else wants neocities analysis or questions as to how to code please hmu! i love talking about it #its literally what im going to college for lmao

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cherrysoulth · 3 months

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ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2: ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ

💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff

✏️Rating: PG-18

📝Word count: 3493

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

Hii! Welcome to my work. I'm new in this platform but been posting my writing for four years now in AO3. English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Big thanks to @moonleeai 💚

<<<𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 | 𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3>>>

The hot breeze makes its way through again as you fan yourself, and you take a shallow breath, already done with the weather. Although the shade of the trees next to the lake protects you from the sun's merciless rays, the heat is in the air like a furnace. Inside the palace's walls, the rooms are more chill and there's barely anyone outside who knows any better but you find yourself coming here every day, today too, regardless of the temperature, looking at the water's reflection mirage. The same your memories have seemed to turn into.

One of your ladies-in-waiting comes over with a servant to take the task, apologetically, having missed your leave, now that you can roam around almost freely. She's genuine, new, but growing fond of you by the day. The other ladies, full grown women, and some already married, seem to find her endearing, although they scold her into learning the manners of her status. You know the oldest, the prime minister's wife, has to have sent her after you when she went to the sewing room without you.

A little scrunch marks your nose as you give her a naughty expression and she looks at you with her doe eyes. She definitely takes after her brother and you can't avoid smiling at the thought. Far too early to tell but you are sure she'll have lots of suitors when she comes of age. Boys already look at her, taken by her beauty.

Unable to stand the heat any longer, despite the servant's efforts to make wind around you, you stand, startling the youngster slightly. The image of the water had her captivated as much as it did you; just for very different reasons.

You motherly caress your slightly swollen tummy over the white and red hanbok again, uneasy now that you are on your feet. But it's starting to become a common thing as the days go by. This pregnancy feels different, you feel like your belly has started to swell too early. Everything feels odd around it but you can't really place why.

The walk back to the centre of the palace is quiet, as servants surround you to cover your head with an umbrella and fan you from different directions. You enter the rectangular patio leading to the throne room and walk inside as the guards on sight open the door for you.

Yoonsuk raises his eyes from the scripts and stands at your sight, your two boys run to you from their place next to him where they are being taught some of their ancestor's history by their tutor. Although you know they are smart, Yoonguk, who is only three, is probably not learning much in this class. However, Yoonhyung, at the age of six is already able to write in Hangul the simplicity of thoughts he can have at his age. You are proud of them, such good and well-behaved kids deserve it.

"How is the little one behaving?" Yoonsuk wonders, approaching as you do, leaving your ladies at the other side of the open door, as they to the kong. "Ladies, you may retire, thank you. Kim Namjoon-nim, you shall continue the lessons in the library. The Queen and I have matters to attend." he orders as you stand from hugging your sons and the tutor politely bows to the both of you before leaving with the two beautiful boys. The guards close the door and you hear the metallic sound of their spears as they get in front of it.

The King hugs you from behind, breathing on your neck. "I've been sweating a little bit, dear husband. You may not wish to do that," you warn him, caressing his hands over your stomach.

"Nonsense," he says, kissing at the crook of your neck, leaving a soft bite that makes you turn around. "Guards! Make sure we are not disturbed!" he orders before pushing you by the same shoulder down; a nonverbal order you know way too well now. He seems to get off on the fact that you do it in this room, somehow. You reach into his pants to free his shaft, stroking him when it springs out. "I don't fancy you doing that now, get on your back," he says, grabbing your wrist and not letting it go as he gets on his knees, kissing you as you obey.

His hand sneaks under the hem of your skirt until he places it over your stomach, able to see the little swelling on your belly. He caresses the area that he can only watch with pride. "This is the last time I'll ask you to do this here. It has been fun but I owe you the comfort of our bed now that you carry for me again," he says as he lowers the fabric creating a cushioned form covering your stomach before his thumb circles on your bud. "You've been so obedient these last couple of months … Being my beloved wife, my queen… my lover… my concubine… So obedient, yes." The rubbing is the only one to blame for the way you start to get wet since the words only imply his ratification of his ownership over you. "My love," he whispers as he leans over, fingers working into sliding slowly into your depths.

You remembered that was exactly how you conceived the new crown prince or princess. Just like this, he leaned with his body over yours pulling out his fingers and pushing himself slowly in, as he had the habit of. It was never a warranty of him being soft or gentle, just that he didn't want to hurt you.

When he slid in, you wrapped your legs around his waist raising your hips as he thrust in you carefully, you felt his weight and warmth. That time he leaned over your body completely, now he’s careful and uses his elbows to make sure he doesn’t crush you. He feels good inside of you and although you had been stepping away from him emotionally before your affair was broken, now you feel even more conflicted than before.

He ignored you for the length of seven weeks, or mostly so since he would still sit down to eat with you. The bedroom was your prison, feeling the coldness of the bedsheets as he wouldn’t even step foot inside the four walls.

He spoke to you in short sentences and didn’t share any information with you as he used to. You felt for the first time, despite how he had been so sexually inactive months before, how it must have felt to be in an arranged marriage in which your husband didn’t want you. Missing the comfort of Yoongi’s words and love, drove you insane. You had never felt so lonely, even with the company of your ladies.

After that period, when the doctor corroborated that there was no pregnancy since you had bled twice. He had shooed your ladies out of the room, he had ripped your clothes and fed with your body his lust.

He made you moan and cry in all the ways he had learnt to love you for the previous five years. All, while muttering all the changes that would be made in your lives to sort whatever had been breaking your marriage in the first place. Followed by a death threat on any chance you could take to have a lover again, right after he had spurted his seed inside of you, with the first lights of the sun turning the sky purple.

Since then, and without chances to know if Yoongi was alright or even breathing, you adapted and assumed your destiny. Yoonsuk is right, you are the perfect wife, even if you miss Yoongi. Even on the nights, you don’t share a bed with your husband, you cry in silence for the sorrow of losing him.

“Your Majesty!” shouts one of the servants at the other side of the door when Yoonsuk tries to angle better and starts hitting your sweet spot, making you moan against his collarbone, at the same time eliciting a grunt from him.

“How do you dare to disturb me!” growls Yoonsuk, before rising on his thighs and putting your knees against his chest, closing your legs and angling in a way that makes you have to muffle your sounds with your sleeve.

“Your Majesty, it’s important!” says the servant with a cracked voice.

“Speak!” Yoonsuk growls as you get closer to your orgasm. He forgets your knees raising you by the hips, still thrusting, raising your lower back from the floor.

“Your Majesty. There’s a group of bandits making their way down to the capital… But… But they-” the servant doubts to speak.

“They- what?” he growls once more giving the last thrust that sends you over the edge with the muffled sound of a scream against his palm.

“They are raising a rebellion, Your Majesty…” the man says and you can hear the tremble of his voice through the sense of your own body shattering, making it stop suddenly.

You feel Yoonsuk start to soften while he clenches his jaw, eyes locked on the door. He lets you down carefully and arranges your skirt before putting his wet member back inside his slacks. He stands and helps you up gently before holding you in a hug, kissing your forehead and you surround his well-formed abdomen with your arms.

"Tell the councillors to come here. We'll discuss this," orders Yoonsuk. "Take a seat with me, my queen," he offers, pointing with his hand to his throne where there's another one slightly lower for you.

You walk your way to it while correcting your hanbok, and as you sit down you feel your own drip staining the inner layer of it. Which makes you shift in your seat a second enough for Yoonsuk to guess why and smirk at you as he sits too.

“I’m not done-” he says facing the other extreme of the room but side eyeing you.

“I know. After this, in my room?” you question, tilting your head his way, but then he tilts his to look at you.

“My room. Tonight,” he says and you suddenly feel a weight lift from your chest, although you hadn’t realised it was there at all.

Being truthful to yourself and stopping to excuse his behaviour, he’s been truly using you when it comes to that matter. He has been taking you anywhere, any time, for the last three months, like a haunt does a bitch and you have let him. Yoonsuk is a generous lover and sleeping with him isn't a sacrifice, but the humiliation of being treated like that has probably been something you’ve taken for the sake of repaying for his damaged pride. Maybe because you know the consequences of your transgressions, your betrayal, should have ended with your two sons being motherless. Instead, your husband whom everyone, including you, thought crazy; gave you a second chance and has used your body to show you where you belong; at his side, like it always was. You feel like even if your inner self has wanted to tell him otherwise at the beginning, your acceptance has made things easier for everyone.

Those two sentences, what he’s said right before taking you on the floor of the room that represents his power, means he’s finally moved past your punishment and you two are one again. The image of Yoongi looking at you with his smile hits you for a moment and you have to push him away once more, not without your feelings betraying you in the form of a tear falling over your left cheek.

“Does that make you happy?” wonders Yoonsuk, tilting his head to look at you again as the guards open the door and you dry off the tear.

“Thank you,” you whisper and you feel the bile rise in your throat, from your lie. You don’t feel thankful, that's not it. Internally, you still wish you could get out and find your way back to Yoongi but there’s simply nothing you can do to change your circumstances. You see he’s raised his eyebrows in surprise and presents you a gummy smile, a second after, when you look at him from your position. Something in his smile makes your stomach bubble and you feel the butterflies of the love you thought lost.

Maybe you should really, truly, accept that this is your life now. That you can still love the man you used to, even if he’s a monster. What else is there for you to do?

When the ministers and counsellors take their places, some look at you, though just a second. You know it's a second guess to having seen you as they entered, probably surprised.

Your affair was shut down to anyone who had knowledge of what was going on that night. The fear of the king is bigger than their need to gossip. But the lack of your presence in the throne chambers and the lack of either of you visiting your sleeping ones soon raised discomfort.

What in the past was looked forward to; the king losing interest in you (in order to gain favour through their daughters becoming the king's concubines), was now feared.

Taehyung, the prime minister and long-time friend, had openly asked his wife about the matter. She dared then to translate the discomfort everyone who was highborn had with the events, but you were unable to answer. Feeling shame for the first time.

However, the king waited, not taking anyone publicly to his bed. The idea he could mortified you so much, that you dared to speak it out loud during one dinner, where you ate alone.

Aware of your appetite's lack of appearance while the matter rounded your head, the king spoke: "Is that all you are going to eat?" his eyes were on you like daggers. Four weeks into his distancing could mean this was the first sign of you carrying what he was sure would be his brother’s child, not his. Although he had slept with you too. "Not feeling your appetite I see," he mentioned taking a sip of his drink, "feeling nauseous maybe?" The vile raised in his throat as much as it did in yours.

"I have things on my mind. That is all," you said, not daring to keep your eyes on him longer than to acknowledge what he was starting at.

"And what is that then?" he questioned, placing the cup over the table with a clang. If he thought you were missing or even thinking about Yoongi his blood would boil immediately.

You dared to stare at him longer, after watching the motion and he raised an eyebrow, "what do you care?" you hissed. The solitude was finally weighing on you and your well-hidden resentment towards your husband decided to show.

"What do I care?" he chuckled humourlessly. "What about my wife, the mother of my children, who I have loved dearly, yet decided to betray me but still has her head? What about that?" he pointed, slamming his palm over the table, standing.

"How fair is that when you can go around court sleeping, unpunished, with everyone's daughters or wives?" you muttered, vile in your words. "And I, just the wife, have to look away."

His eyes were bulged and his lips parted too, then his face composed as he gripped one edge of the table. His eyes showed lust. "Is that jealousy?" he asked with what seemed like a purr, you got flustered. "Is that why you did it?" his eyes bulged again, "you thought I was sleeping with another?" he instinctively surrounded the table when you looked away. There was a partial truth to it, though you don't know if it was just what gave you the courage. Would you have done that if you never suspected him? Or was it truly because he was making you grow distant in the heart through his actions? Or both? He kneeled next to you and grabbed your chin for you to look at him. "I never did. Not once." His face was the one of the man you bowed to spend your eternity with, sincere but also hurt this time, staring at you, the woman he loved and a tear rolled down to soon be followed.

His lips were on yours, forgiving, loving, intense, and soon your back was against the cushions you were sitting in. He was feeling you against his body differently, unguided by lust but tenderness, yet you could feel him hard against your thigh.

Soon the kiss escalated and he was breathlessly trying to remove his clothes and yours, unorganised, a knot from you, then his, a naked shoulder, a raised layer of your skirt, then he seemed to look at the moon through the window and think, stopping abruptly. He then separated from you and put everything in your clothes back into place, doing the same with his before going back to his seat to eat in silence. Leaving you completely stunned. You didn't, however, dare to ask why and somewhere between hurt and horny, you stood to leave the room. He didn't say a thing or looked at you.

He kept even more distance after that and with that prospect, you were sure he would never take you back as his wife. That you had even given him the idea of taking concubines to hurt you, which froze any hopes you had to have at least some sort of comfort at his side.

Then a second period came and the doctor discreetly notified you and him that would ensure there wasn’t a baby to be expected. Yoonsuk nodded and dismissed him.

He then grabbed your head softly and planted a kiss on your forehead, "Thank the goods," he whispered and then walked out of the room. In the days following, you caught him staring at you constantly when you shared the same rooms or came across at the patios. So did the whole court, like the prime minister confided in his wife.

After that week, in the afternoon, before the sunset, your husband, the king, walked his way to your rooms with his servants at his talons. With everyone at court that day seeing it. Then you got to know and understand the truth.

He placed a hand over your belly in his bliss and pronounced, "I'm sure my seeds will flourish soon," with a smile as he looked at the moon again, almost full, and you could only stare at him. "It has worked twice," he added, kissing your forehead. Your eyes bulged as he looked at you from above. "If I had slept with you the other day, a month ago… I wouldn't have trusted anything growing in you," he muttered, sincerely.

Your new baby was indeed conceived in that momentalthough you hoped it didn’t. Not after the things he had muttered between growls.

"I'll kill any man who dares be less than two feet away from you."

The voices around you seem to quite abruptly and your husband's hand on your arm sends you back to reality. You realise everyone is looking at you, and meet his eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asks, worried in his tone.

"Uh? Oh, no, no, I'm all right. What were you asking?" you respond, having overheard the punishment for following the bandits should be thirty whips at the centre of the traitor's town, to make an example.

"I asked if you needed anything?" He keeps his tone low, only for you to hear and the others keep their respectful silence. "The prime minister eloquently pointed out that you look affected by the heat. Do you need something to drink or eat?"

"Just a fan and some water." he gestured for one of the servants waiting against one of the columns to approach and gave the order.

"Let's continue."

"If I may," asked Chancellor Jung Hoseok. The King nodded for him to speak. "I know maybe now won't be the best time but reducing the taxes and making things a little less tight has always worked to keep the people content and loyal… Maybe we can prom-"

"Your Majesty," interrupted the chancellor's words as Captain Kim Seokjin rushed into the room and bowed humbly.

"What is it, Seokjin-ssi?" Yoonsuk speaks with more patience than he shows to any of the others.

"I have news of who is leading the rebellion." You can automatically tell Seokjin doesn't want to say it, that it's going to anger the king.

"Go on."

"It's the traitor, Min Yoongi, Your Majesty," Seokjin says, looking at the floor instead of the monarch, probably as scared as anyone else.

The whole room gasps, including you, and you could feel the eyes of your sovereign on you.

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I would really appreciate if you let me know if you liked it, either with a kudo or a comment. It encourages me to keep writing!

#daechwita #agust d #bts au #bts au fic #bts agust d #love affair #twins #bts angst #bts fluff #Spotify

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alexx013 · 11 months

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Platonic (could be interpreted as romantic) Mammon X Reader

Also a bit of platonic Luke X Reader

Angst🌧️ -> Comfort⛅ (-> Chaos🌪️)

TW: academic validation, school sucks, MC has daddy issues

Word count: 823

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A/N: Hii, it's my first post here. Hope you like it

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When life on Earth was a hard task, the one with the seven Princes of Hell in Devildom isn't much easier. Not only does the RAD have very high expectations for its students, so you often found yourself barely getting any sleep just to finish some tasks and study, but the brothers are a pain.

Their constant bickering, calling each other names and then coming to you for reassurance or to get things of their shoulders was tiring. Between Lucifer complaining about the others driving him crazy, Asmodeus being insecure about his looks, and Mammon just wanting comfort and few nice words coming from you, you barely found time for bettering your own mental health. You loved them dearly, but being the therapist friend and feeling good about yourself almost never worked together.

One day the teacher gave back the tests you spent ages studying for. You felt pretty confident about getting an okay-ish grade, but when the teacher put the white as snow paper with the red like blood marks you felt as if a knot was tightening in your stomach. Even after studying so much you.. didn't pass. You quickly pinched the bridge of your nose to avoid any tears forming in your eyes and started counting the points, maybe the teacher made a mistake? They didn't, you really didn't pass.

Before you could get of out the class and go home, since it was your last the teacher told you to stay in class for a bit longer. Once everyone left they sat at their desk and with a disappointed look said:

"You didn't pass, I'm very disappointed. You should have studied more".

You quickly left the building and made your way towards HoL, wanting to barricade yourself in your room as quickly as possible.

You locked the door and jumped on the wooden bed with grey duvets, finally feeling safe in the closed space of your room. You left a few sniffles, as the words said by your teacher lingered in your memories. They reminded you of your dad, never showing any signs of being proud, yet always nitpicking every mistake you made.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you tried to muffle your voice by covering your mouth with a hand. You whispered:

"Haven't I given enough?"

to yourself as tears started streaming down your cheeks and started gathering on the pillow. You held your duvet tighter, as if was the only form of comfort you believed you deserved. You heard voices in your head and they were laughing at you:

"You're such a failure. You never can do anything right. You don't deserve anyone"

But before you could do anything about them you heard a song coming from your phone. It seems that someone was calling you. You quickly wiped away your tears, not wanting to ruin the facade of feeling fine even for yourself and looked at the screen. It was Luke. You answered and with your hoarse voice said:

- Yes Luke?

- MC, are you sick? You don't sound the best. Hold on for a while - the angel anwsered as he ended the call

Not so long after that, you heard a knock on your door. You staggered towards it thinking if you should open it, when you heard Mams voice:

- MC, Luke told me ya are sick. Why didn't ya tell me. I've got some tea and meds.

You unlocked the doors and opened them, so that the white haired demon could walk in. He set the things he was holding on your night table, then walking over to you. He gently patted your head saying: "You gotta take better care of yourself. Are you okay?"

That last sentence was too much for you. Tears started pouring out of your eyes as you hugged the demon tightly, to hide them. He was surprised at first from the sudden action, but then started softly stroking your back. He whispered: "Do ya wanna talk about it?", not wanting to startle you. When you shook your head, he asked again "How 'bout cuddles, and a little nap?", which to you agreed.

He laid on your bed, opening his arms so that he could embrace you later on. You joined him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes started getting heavy and both of you started falling asleep accompanied by the sound of each other's heartbeat.

Extra ending:

You heard a loud knock on your door, stirring you awake. But before you could get up and do anything the door was kicked down. A certain demon with orange hair appeared in your room and asked:

- Do you have any snacks in your room? I'm hungry.

You laid there dumbfounded. Beel decided to leave the room but then a small blonde hair angel barged in yelling:

- I CAME HERE TO THE RESCUE... oh.. um, is it a bad time?

Luke ran out of your room as quickly as he could. You looked at Avatar of Greed peacefully sleeping beside you. In pure disbelief you said:

- How tf aren't you awake by now?

#mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #luke x reader #obey me #mammon obey me #obey me chaos #mammon x mc #mammon x you #mc obey me

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lyranova · 7 months

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Hii Lyra , I hope you're not too burdened by writing for all those requests 😊😅.But can I request Modern university AU for William x Zera ? I really love those two 😁❤️.Thank you in advance!

Hiya anon! Thank you, and honestly I'm not too burdened with them, I've been taking my time and have just been writing my requests little by little while also self-indulging 😌. Of course you can, I was actually inspired by @thoughtfullyrainynightmare for this fic, and because I like it a lot more then what I originally wrote I decided to post this one instead! I apologize it isn't fluffy and is hurt/comfort, but I still hope you enjoy~!

Solara belongs to @/thoughtfullyrainynightmare, Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble and Briar belongs to @koneko-pi !

Word Count: 3,571

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of a car accident

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Zera frowned as she looked around the lecture hall, their class on Wave energy in coastal cities had started 30 minutes ago, but there was one student missing. One who was always early, and never absent.

William Vangeance.

He was the star student in this class, and while he was quiet and kept to himself, everyone seemed to like him, including the professor.

Which was why Zera wasn’t his biggest fan.

She felt that the only reason they were sucking up to him, stroking his ego, and giving him all the praise they were was because of who his family was and how powerful they were. And because he liked the attention they were all giving him, he just…let them continue instead of telling them to stop.

It annoyed her. She didn’t like people like that, and wanted nothing to do with them, even if they were surprisingly handsome!

But at the same time it felt…strange that he wasn’t in class, was he sick? That would make sense. But if he was, wouldn’t he have called the professor beforehand to let him know? Instead of leaving him there, confused when William didn’t answer ‘here’ when his name was called during roll call.

Something was strange, and it only got stranger when class ended, and he still hadn’t shown up.

As Zera walked into the cafeteria, she began to scan the crowd, looking for his white hair and ‘moderately good-looking’ face. But she still didn’t see him, nor did she see Fuegoleon Vermillion, who always had lunch with him. She saw Nacht Faust, Morgen Faust, Nozel Silva, and Yami Sukehiro, but not those two. It was very suspicious.

She suddenly got a whiff of her favorite tea under her nose and was pulled out of her thoughts, she turned a bit as she followed the arm that was holding it out towards her.

“ A tea for your thoughts?” Solara asked with a warm smile, and Zera smiled a bit before she muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as she took her tea.

“ For Zera to be so lost in thought that she didn’t hear us coming means she was thinking about something very important.” Josele said with an amused grin as she came up beside the other two with a coffee in her hand.

“ I wonder, were you thinking about our upcoming exams? Or were you thinking about something more…personal?” Briar asked as she came up to the others as well.

This was the Sister’s daily routine. Even though they weren’t related by blood, people would often mistake them for being blood related due to how close they all were. They had been friends since their time in high school, and even though they were all in college now and were in different majors, they were still just as close as they’ve always been. They typically got lunch together, spent weekends together, and even hung out when their breaks between classes matched up.

“ So, now that you’ve accepted the tea, you must tell us your thoughts.” Solara said, and Josele nodded beside her.

“ Tea for tea, so to speak.” Josele agreed, making the others laugh, and Zera sighed.

“ It isn’t anything too serious…it’s just that Vangeance wasn’t in class today.” She muttered as she brought her tea to her lips to take a sip.

“ And so, now you’re worried about him?” Briar asked curiously, her voice slightly hesitant. Zera suddenly choked on her tea and quickly shook her head as her cheeks became red.

“ I-I’m not worried about that arrogant jerk!” Zera said quickly as Solara handed her a napkin, so she could wipe the tea from her face. Josele hummed and raised a curious brow.

“ Your reaction to Briar’s question tells us otherwise,” Josele said with a knowing look, making the blonde haired woman’s face become even redder. “ And from what I’ve been told by Yami and Morgen, William isn’t really arrogant. He’s just serious and is a perfectionist, although I don’t think he’s quite as serious as Nozel and Fuegoleon are.”

“ Speaking of Fuegoleon, I don’t see him here either.” Solara muttered with a frown as she crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze. Zera nodded.

“ I noticed that too, maybe they’re both sick?” Zera muttered as her gaze narrowed too, and she heard Briar hum beside them.

“ If they’re both serious and are somewhat of a perfectionist, they wouldn’t just ‘skip school’ for no reason. Maybe they had an emergency?” Briar suggested hesitantly as she placed a hand under her chin, and Josele nodded in agreement.

“ I’ll go ask Yami and Morgen since I’m pretty sure they’ll know what’s going on.” Josele said as she began to walk towards their table, but she didn’t need to, as suddenly Zera’s cell phone began to ring.

She pulled it out of her pocket and frowned when it was William’s number, she scoffed and showed the others the caller I.D. before she quickly answered the phone.

“ Hey Golden Boy, where the heck are you? You missed class!” Zera began to scold him, but as soon as she heard his voice on the other end, she frowned again.

“ Sorry… I um… I need to ask you for a favor.” William muttered, his voice sounding soft and quiet, which only made her frown deepen.

“ A favor? What kind of favor?” She asked, her tone somewhere between curious and concerned, and she heard him sigh quietly under his breath.

“ I… I need you to come pick me up and take me back to my dorm room…please.” He asked, his voice hesitant, as though he didn’t want to ask her for help but had no choice. As though he felt he were being an inconvenience to her. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, when he asked like that, there was no way she could say ‘no’.

“ Fine, I guess I can come get you before our next class, although I don’t know why you can’t drive yourself,” Zera muttered the last part under her breath. “ Where are you?”

“ … The hospital.”

“ Alright…wait, THE HOSPITAL?!” She suddenly shouted, making those around her pause or jump in surprise. Her Sisters all stared at her with confused and slightly worried looks on their faces. Zera listened as he gave her the address and she quickly said ‘okay, I’ll be right there’ before she hung up the phone.

“ I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go!” Zera said quickly as she took off running towards the parking lot where her car was.

Just how sick was he that he was in the hospital?!

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Zera half walked, half ran down the hospital halls in the direction towards where William had said he was. She rounded the corner and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his face covered in bandages, his arm in a sling. From what she could see on his arm and parts of his chest were also covered in bruises and cuts, this…hadn’t been what she expected.

Just what on earth happened?

“ Ah, you’re here, sorry for asking you to do this.” William muttered, a small smile on his face as he stood up, she rushed towards him as he winced a bit.

“ It’s fine! But, what happened to you? I thought you were sick!” Zera exclaimed as she looked him up and down, he shook his head.

“ I… I got into a car accident…” He muttered, his head hanging down in shame, and Zera’s eyes widened. He was in a car accident? As she looked over him again, his injuries did seem consistent with that. At least from what Solara had told her.

“ That’s why you needed someone to come pick you up,” Zera said with a shake of her head as it all began to make sense. “ But why didn’t you call any of your other friends? Why did you call me?” She asked in confusion, but he only smiled sadly at her.

“ Let’s go, I have a stop to make before we leave,” William said as he slowly began to walk past her, she turned a bit before slowly following behind him.

They walked down the hall, towards a private area where a different patient slept. She watched as stood there quietly, his purple eyes full of sadness, regret, and apology. He opened his mouth multiple times, but then closed them again, it was as though he couldn’t get the words to go past his lips. William suddenly turned around and began to walked towards the exit, leaving Zera standing there in complete confusion. She slowly walked towards the curtain, peeked inside, and her eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped her.

Laying on the bed, unconscious and injured, was Fuegoleon Vermillion.

His right arm was in a sling, he had cuts and bruises just like William, and a bandage wrapped around his head. He looked just as bad, if not worse, than William did. So, did that mean, he was also in the car crash?

Zera quickly turned around and walked out of the hospital to see William standing beside her car, his eyes distant and sad, his hand shoved into his pocket as though he were trying to hide it from view. She quietly walked over to him, and was about to place a hand on his shoulder, but stopped herself.

“ Ready?” William asked softly as he turned to face her, she quickly brought her hand to her chest and nodded.

“ Y-Yeah, let’s go.” She quickly muttered before she unlocked the car and they both climbed inside before driving away.

The drive back to the dorm was silent. Neither one saying a word, the only sound was the soft music that floated through the radio, their quiet breaths, and Zera’s fingers quietly tapping against the steering wheel.

How did you ask someone about this? Did you just…ask them directly? Or was it better to be more tactful? Or should she just let it go, and wait until he was ready to talk about it?

Zera quickly shook her head, why would he talk to her about this?! It wasn’t like they were dating or even friends! They were only classmates, occasionally group partners, and that was all. So there was certainly no need to discuss personal and private things with one another. But as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw that regretful look in his eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from worrying about him.

She found herself wanting him to tell her what was going on, to share whatever burden he was carrying, for him to just…let it all out instead of keeping it all inside.

Because right now, he was far from being in a good place.

They finally arrived at William’s dorm, and she quickly got out and opened the door for him. He chuckled softly before muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ as he got out and began to walk towards the building, with Zera following close behind him.

They quietly walked into his dorm room, and he instantly threw his keys onto his kitchen counter before walking inside. She heard William mutter for her to have a seat and make herself comfortable, but Zera felt everything but comfortable in his room.

It was a minimalist design, which was what she expected, but it also seemed void of life. Sure, there were a few plants here and there in the room, but they looked rather…neglected if you asked her. She wanted to scoop them all up and whisk them away to her and Briar’s dorm room, where she knew they would be taken care of properly, but decided against it.

“ Would you like some tea?” William asked as he began to reach into the cabinets, Zera gasped and rushed over to him.

“ Let me do that! Jeez, are you trying to injure yourself even more?!” Zera exclaimed, her tone serious and scolding, she quickly shooed him away and began to reach for his tea.

William’s eyes widened a bit as he watched her begin to climb onto his kitchen counter, so she could reach his tea box and the cups. He began to look around for a foot stool but quickly realized he didn’t have any, so he made a mental note to himself to buy a few, just in case she ever came over again.

Although hearing her grumble about tall people, and quietly cursing her short stature, did make him very amused.

She quickly began to make them both a cup of tea, and once they were done, she walked over to the coffee table and set them down.

“ Coming?” She asked as she sat on the couch, and he quickly nodded before walking into the living area and sitting down beside her.

His heart began to beat nervously in his chest, he had never had a woman over to his dorm before, and could only imagine what the people were saying when they saw the two of them walk past. Could people think they were dating? Or that they were in a ‘friends with benefits’ type of relationship? Well, it would be more like an ‘enemies with benefits’ type relationship, since everyone knew Zera didn’t like him.

“ Hey Will,” Zera began softly, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at her and saw a hesitant look in her eyes, which took him by surprise, he had never seen that look on her face before. “ What… What happened?”

William sighed, his mind beginning to race, and his heart beginning to beat more anxiously against his chest. How…where did he begin? What he did, what he accidentally did…how did he say it out loud? How did he say that he nearly killed one of his friends?

He looked back at her and saw she had a patient look in her ice blue eyes, one that told him he could take his time, that she would wait, and that she wasn’t going to push him. William felt grateful that she was letting him take his time, that she was willing to listen to him, that maybe…maybe she cared about him.

“ Fuegoleon had called me, and told me that his car broke down and that he couldn’t get to school, so I decided to go and pick him up, so he wouldn’t be late. But I mismanaged the time, and it took us longer to get back than I thought. So… I started speeding, not much, but I was still speeding, and…suddenly a rabbit appeared in the road. I dodged it but turned the wheel too much, and I lost control of the car, so we hit the wall, and the car flipped over…honestly we’re lucky we only made it out with broken arms and minor injuries.” William explained, his voice soft, and his purple eyes looked away. He didn’t want to see the disappointed look on her face.

Zera nodded slowly, and a sigh escaped her as she suddenly set her tea cup down.

“ I screwed up…really badly.” William suddenly muttered as he ran a hand over his tired face.

“ You did.” Zera agreed calmly, and William frowned, that wasn’t quite what he was expecting to hear from her.

“ I nearly killed us.”

“ You did.”

“ Wow, you really know how to comfort someone and make them feel better.” William muttered sarcastically as he suddenly leaned back against the couch, a humorless laugh escaping his throat.

“ And you know how to get angry, which is something I thought was foreign to you,” Zera said with a grin before she rested her head on the back of the couch as well. “ And besides, why should I lie to you and tell you that what you did was fine and that it wasn’t your fault, when we both clearly know that it was.”

William sighed and closed his eyes, while he was taken aback by her honesty, he was also strangely comforted by it. It was…different. If it had been anyone else, they would have told him that it wasn’t his fault, and that accidents happen, and that he shouldn’t blame himself. But she wasn’t doing that, rather, she was doing the opposite of that.

Which was very refreshing.

“ I shouldn’t have been speeding, I should’ve managed our time better,” William muttered softly, his eyes staring at the white ceiling above him.

“ You should have.” Zera agreed softly, her eyes staring at his face.

“ I should have listened when Fuegoleon told me to slow down, that it would be okay if we were a few minutes late,”

“ You should have.”

“ He’s going to hate me once he wakes up, and he’ll probably never forgive me.” William muttered, tears stinging his purple eyes as he thought about how angry Fuegoleon would be once he woke up, and how their friendship was probably ruined forever now.

“ Hate is a strong word, but I do think he’ll be angry at you, at least for a while.” Zera half agreed as she watched the tears pool in his eyes and slowly slip down his cheeks, she wanted to reach out and comfort him…but stopped herself.

“ I destroyed our friendship…” Zera quickly shook her head and moved closer to him.

“ I don’t think you destroyed it. Sure, you damaged it, but I don’t think it’s beyond repair.” Zera told him softly, and when the words left her lips, he suddenly turned his head to face her. His purple eyes shining with sadness, and a pleading hope in them.

“ How do I repair it?” He asked, his voice soft but full of hope, he didn’t want this accident, his stupid mistake, to ruin a friendship he had since he was in high school. He watched as her blue eyes scanned his for a moment, as though she were trying to find the words to say.

“ Well, firstly, I would suggest not doing anything drastic like paying his hospital bills or buying expensive gifts to express your apology-.” Zera began, and he frowned a bit.

“ But, I already paid his hospital bills.” He told her, his head tilting a bit. “ Was that wrong?”

“ N-No! Well, maybe…it was a very sweet gesture and the least you could do but… Fuegoleon might misunderstand and think you’re trying to buy his forgiveness or something, so if it gets brought up, I would clearly explain my intentions if I were you.” Zera said, after thinking for a moment, she watched him nod slowly.

“ I also suggest apologizing, it isn’t much, but it’s a start. While he may not forgive you right away, or at all, I still think he would at least appreciate it.” Zera said, and he nodded again. She could tell just how important this friendship was to William, and how he was desperate not to lose it.

“ And after apologizing, I recommend giving him some space and letting him come to you when, and if, he’s ready. Because while it was an accident, you still did something reckless that could have killed you both, and he needs time to process that. As do you.” Zera told him softly, and she watched William nod.

The two then just sat there, silently staring at each other. William with sad and regretful eyes, and Zera with sympathetic and caring ones. She felt bad for him, he had made a mistake, and because of it he could lose a very important friendship. The look on his face was similar to that of a sad puppy, or maybe a sad bird, yeah, a sad bird seemed to fit him better.

She suddenly watched as a hand reached out towards him slowly, for some reason she just felt compelled to reach out and touch him. To place a hand on his cheek and wipe his tears away with her thumbs, to wrap her arms around him and pull him into her embrace, while telling him that it would all work out. That Fuegoleon would forgive him, and that they would repair their friendship, even though she wasn’t certain that would actually happen.

She watched his eyes widen, and his cheeks grow red as her hand moved closer and closer to his face, but then suddenly she stopped, and she yanked her hand back. Her blue eyes wide in surprise and her cheeks grew red, she instantly glanced up at the clock above his head.

“ Oh my look at the time! I need to get to our next class, I-I’ll see you later!” Zera stammered as she quickly jumped up and began to gather her things. “ Oh, and don’t forget to take your pain medicine every twelve hours, and I’ll come by later with your homework and notes!” She added as she quickly ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her loudly.

William sat on the couch in complete confusion, she normally couldn’t stand him and made it very well known, but just now…she looked like she wanted to hug him, or maybe…kiss him? She looked so understanding and warm, but now she was cold again. As though she were conflicted on how she felt about him, or maybe, maybe, she was beginning to warm up to him?

He chuckled and shook his head. She was a very confusing woman, but that was one of the many things he liked about her, she always kept him on his toes and would end up surprising him when he least expected it.

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Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a good day!

#asks #anon🌟#black clover #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #black clover oc #zerilliam #zera x william #william x zera #oc; zera #william vangeance

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vivacissimx · 2 years

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hii! what are your thoughts on the entertainment weekly house of the dragon article? i'm not sure the actors read f&b but would love to hear your takes

Hey! Yeah so generally speaking I am very interested in the Dance-era timeline & the clear divide it represents in terms of how the Seven Kingdoms functioned together, what role queenship played, etc. I have many thoughts on all that, but just about the EW article in specific? Mixed thoughts for sure 🤓

First off, I really think the Dance was the wrong story to tell if they wanted to make something markedly different from GOT. Dunk & Egg comes to mind, but as it is the Dance ends with the murder of the main female claimant at the hands of her family & the realm in tatters. I haven't watched GOT myself but my understanding is that Jon murders Daenerys & brand new monarchs are chosen through a muddled legal process likely prone to, well, protest. Again, I enjoy the story of the Dance, but it really functions to set a stage more than resolve a conflict

And set the stage it does, Rhaenyra's disputed claim having terrible consequences for any similar claims to follow! There is a stark difference between Westeros under Aegon/Visenya/Rhaenys or Jaehaerys/Alysanne than under the later monarchs.

Ex. Rhaenys & Visenya ruled somewhat independently of Aegon, having councils of maesters and septons of their own. Rhaenys in particular enacted specific policy that preserved the rights of women and played a large hand in unifying the Realm through making marriages. They accelerated the use of propaganda and played strategic, at times military, roles in the political proceedings of the time.

Maegor's wives had a difficult time of it, but there is no doubt that they participated in political life (particularly Ceryse Hightower, as the face of Targaryen relations with the Faith; Rhaena the Black Bride, the woman who wielded power over Maegor's legacy & who stole Blackfyre as he slept; his dangerous enforcer Tyanna; and Elinor Costayne, whose oral testimony served as pro-Rule of Exceptionalism propaganda).

Alysanne, undoubtedly the most influential Targaryen Queen, created and spearheaded several sweeping social reforms during her tenure, particularly benefitting women, the lower class, as well as patronizing the arts. In addition, her incestuous marriage with Jaehaerys is the one that (actively) legitimized the practice.

After the dragons die, after the post-Dance decree that a woman cannot rule, the power of the queen virtually fades away. The four most influential women in Westeros, from the end of the Dance to the first page of AGOT, are Daena the Defiant (whose claim sparked Daemon Blackfyre's), Queen Myriah/Daenerys Martell (whose arranged marriages brought Dorne into the Seven Kingdoms), and Lyanna Stark (with a splash turned tsunami that ended a dynasty). None of them due to any formal power or policy of their own, but rather the minimal role they played as tools of propaganda during landscape-changing wars. Aegon V is the most progressive monarch to follow Jaehaerys & Alysanne, yet his reforms don't survive his death by even a decade. Daenerys Stormborn is the one who flips that back on it's head, birthing the dragons and reclaiming a role that was lost with Rhaenyra.

This is the part of the article that I spent the most time with. Emma D'Arcy's perspective interests me, I wondered how they might approach this role so I appreciate it being shared, although it's not my own interpretation.

It's interesting because for all purposes, Rhaenyra actually embodies a third gender space. It's very liminal. This is the thing: during the era of dragonriders, in a world where Targaryen women do not marry out of their family (rather inheriting the role of Queen/Princess from their mother as Targaryen men do the role of King/Prince from their father), where Rhaenyra possesses her own castle independently of her husband & will pass her name onto at least one of her sons, where she has bastards--it can be argued that the axis goes something like "Rhaenyra's gender is more similar to that of a Targaryen man than it is to that of a non-Targaryen woman." And the gender dysphoria referenced is not the desire for maleness but to be recognized within the space that she actually occupies. I have an easier time conceptualizing Rhaenyra as expansive character in a binary world than the other way around.

You know how Daemon Blackfyre was the bastard to end all bastards? Rhaenyra is the firstborn daughter to end all firstborn daughters--because within the paradigm created by the Rule of Exceptionalism, she's really more of a firstborn child (semantics ik but they're important!). It’s not that they have nothing in common with others of their type, but that their ascendancy would have gone a long way to redefine the very social structure under which these epistemological categories are created to begin with.

Anyways, I'm probably more reluctant to characterize Rhaenyra and Daemon's relationship as one of deep understanding & hedonism, I have spoken about my thoughts on their dynamic here (you know how handshakes originated as a way to show the other person you don't have a weapon? Right, so that but as a marriage). It is true that Daemon reflects her (in that his gender is more similar to a Targaryen woman than a non-Targaryen man, his claim to the throne inextricable from Rhaenyra's). In general, Daemon/Rhaenyra/Laena are all these complex mirrors of each other (second son, firstborn daughter to firstborn son, firstborn daughter to firstborn daughter) but yes I'd say while Daemon/Rhaenyra have a deep understanding of each other/their relationship there remains an uncrossable space between them that originated when he did unspeakable things to her.

(Also, there are no rules for Daemon lol)

This is another perspective that I had to mull over. It always struck me that Viserys was an enabler and Daemon was a narcissist, which is a specific type of doomed relationship.

I don't know, this is really a personal matter of interpretation, but I don't think Daemon's appetites were driven by Viserys, to some degree they were all his own ambition, supported by anger at any perceived slights. The guy just did whatever he wanted and the lack of consequences may indeed have been Viserys' failure, but I'm not sure they were an intended punishment.

This is the paragraph that I made this post about; it's definitely an invention of the show and seems like an anxious reflex, rooted in the fear that a story about misogyny might not be accessible or gripping enough on it's own without adding in this type of "as an xyz, you haven't been through what I've been through" angle.

It's too bad because I prefer the Alicent Rhaenyra relationship in it's Prisoner's Dilemma iteration--both of them making the most strategic choices for themselves in real time, although it brings about the worst ultimate result. That said...

This is exactly my Rhaenyra interpretation. I love this quote! That Rhaenyra's younger years are molded by influences like weak-willed Viserys, Queen Alicent, looming Criston, scheming Daemon, and her distant half-siblings absolutely gave her a complex about love & relationships. Hence why her loss of Laenor/Harwin/Laena was such a tragedy! That was a chosen family Rhaenyra benefitted from immensely, and resulted in her taking Daemon as a consort was a kneejerk way to fill that hole.

That Daemon's last actions were to refuse her summons, finally breaking the vicious cycle he once took advantage of, is extremely meaningful to his characterization.

*hour long fart noise* boo you whore 🍅🍅🍅

Look, the Great Council of 101 is to me what World War II is to middle-aged fathers. I love the legalese and blatant politicking of it all, love the stupid little non-conclusions they came to. Of course the vote was actually between Viserys (26, married to Lord Arryn's daughter, father to Rhaenyra, once-rider of Balerion, son of Baelon Prince of Dragonstone, grandson to the King) and Laenor (7, son of Rhaenys and Corlys, rider of Seasmoke, grandson of Aemon Prince of Dragonstone, great-grandson to the King). Not Viserys and Rhaenys. Alas, they went for the most boring possible interpretation ('she a woman' omg should we tell everyone? should we invite the press??) ignoring that the Great Council was half a year long, the site of plenty of shady dealings, that Viserys and Rhaenys had virtually identical blood claims, that Daemon and Aemma played a role in the vote along with the competing legacies of Baelon & Aemon. I'm not saying that misogyny played no role, but it wasn't the only factor!

In fact, we see plenty of female claims discussed later on in F&B (Jaehaera, Baela & Rhaena, Daena, Aelora) so get it out of your head that the Great Council of 101 = no women on the Throne. Cause that ain't it.

Yes fine, nonetheless I hope Rhaenys beats his ass in hell from her place in heaven!! More proof that no matter what you do for a cishet man, he will cheat cause it's tuesday

Okay. Hope this makes sense. Be safe out there

#asks #text #asoiaf #HOTD #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #viserys i targaryen #rhaenys TQWNW #corlys velaryon #gender in asoiaf #laenor velaryon #laena velaryon #daenerys targaryen #'why all the tags' they're for me not u

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blackmagictrait · 5 months

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Hii, did you mange to get any new cc i know SS is down but could try media fire ?

it's only been 2 days.. if you really don't wanna wait you can dl from the sources in my pinned post. it's where I get all my cc in the first place. but my media fire is already almost out of space and I'd rather not spend my free time making new accounts and transferring everything over when sfs could come back any time. sorry if I sound like a dick but you gotta understand i don't have a lot of free time, I'm doing this between classes when I'm not studying or working.

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lightlycareless · 9 months

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Hii!!! I really love your naoya fanfic and I enjoy reading it sm. But I have a hard time imagining the characters 😭😭😭 like I know you're already described them in your fics but I just couldn't imagine what they look like. And sorry because I couldn't tell the difference between haruko and hitomi 😔😔

Heya anon!

Aww, thank you so much!! As for the description, I get it lol I tend to be more of a visual person, thankfully... I've been slowly but surely preparing each of the character's profile sheets or whatever they're called, which will include their background and what I think they look like.

I already posted Naoaki's, Naofumi's and Naohiko's "face claim's" over here if you want to see them. As for Haruko and Hitomi.... I'm still debating.

I just realized that I initially described them one way, and as I went on with the story they slowly began to change? 😂 Ugh, consistency will kill me one day, but this is the closest I have for them regarding a FC.

Hitomi is:

"Cold, aloof. Radiating an aura that dictates elegance, royalty, and even a bit of vanity, to the point where others believe she considers everyone to be beneath her.

Her silence is threatening enough to the point where they keep away from her, approaching her only out of necessity—more so when she’s proven she isn’t afraid of calling them out, portraying a no-funny-business work ethic. No one has ever seen her smile, with rumors quickly spreading that she’s incapable of feeling happiness all around.

That, of course, is nothing more than a façade, for deep inside she’s a kindhearted individual who will do anything to protect those she loves, and all that she does is always with the best intentions in mind.

She’s a good friend, a great listener, bust most importantly, she allegedly harbors an amazing sense of humor and isn’t afraid to take a joke… that of course, is something no one can prove, continuing to be just that: an allegation."

I always envisioned her to be like, the type of woman that's like super beautiful and confident, but always keeps to herself to the point that you can't help but feel a bit intimidated from her... but she's really nice. Hitomi really likes to keep herself as a mystery, she thinks she can do all kinds of things and no one will suspect her (and no one does really). Helping her word gain value which she can use to save her sister from certain conflicts.

Haruko is:

"Bubbly personality, with round features you can't help but dote on. Really adorable—extroverted, approachable, a bit too much from time to time you might think she's crazy and might want to avoid her all together, but she's a good friend at the end of the day and will stick with you through highs and lows.

She is also your go-to person when wanting to find the truth behind certain rumors or need something done—you can trust her reliability, if not, her persistence.

She’s the popular one out of the two amongst the staff, mainly after gaining the reputation of someone generous and talented when it comes to food. If you want a bit of what she’s preparing, she’ll save you some.

She might let her imagination run from time to time, but that only ensures that you’ll never have a boring day with her."

Haruko is like the type of girl that is down to do all kinds of things with you; whatever it is, she's not backing out lol I might even dare to say she was the class clown too when it school. She's just super happy, no one would ever believe she's related to Hitomi if they didn't look alike lol. She feels sad that Hitomi often has to intervene to help her, as if she were a burden, but Hitomi doesn't mind for she's the happiness in her life.

And if you want to get real crazy, this is another way to describe them:

Posh and Baby from the Spice Girls. Isn't that crazy? 💀

And that's what I have for the sisters right now :> I already have their backstory, but that's something I'll post when I have their character profiles ready.

Thank you so much for sending in an ask! If there's any other character you want more details about, please let me know and I'll do my best to answer 🤭❤️

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts—#character ask series: first it hurts—#first it hurts—: hitomi #first it hurts—: haruko

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Hii papirouge I hope your day has been well and that you have many more blessed days to come 🫶

I wanted to get into watching anime (I was looking into trying sailor moon and some studio Ghibli movies because those are popular) and wondered if you had any recommendations?

Also: I keep seeing the creepiness of modern anime (namely the pedophilia and other degeneracy) and am seriously wondering what happened between old school anime to now??? The old stuff seems much more normal and sane in comparison.

Hi baby🌞 this is such a lovely entrance djzkdksksk now you got me by the feelings so I'm going to try my best to answer even though I haven't watched anime since YEARS 🥴

There's this preconceived ideas that older anime (80s-90s) were less harmful than today's.... which is true to some extent (especially when it comes to female representation : don't you find interesting that WOMEN are absent from modern anime/manga? only teen or children..... which breeds a generation of pedophiles/men who can't cope with mature women. At least in the 80s we had Versailles no Bara, Cat's Eyes, City Hunter female characters, etc. The FEMME Fatale trope was thriving) but there was definitely toxic/creepy things even in old gen manga.

I grew up with Sailor Moon, and most of this stuff flew over my head back then, but for example Usagi daughter (Chibi Usagi) had a flirtatious relationship with her father. Little Light studio YouTube channel has a whole playlist of videos exposing the cursed messages in anime I linked one of their video in one of my post in the my #animewasamistake tag, and they go as far as the 90s (with Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, etc.) So it's not new

I like flexing over the fact that I never watched a Ghibli movie. Most adults obsessing over those movie scream emotional retardation syndrome. I feel the same about Disney fans too (both demographics overlap anyways). Ghibli movies are filled with paganism so I'm losing my mind whenever I see Christians worshipping them🙄

The Isekai genre is a whole escapist cope anyway (beside Ghibli movies, there's also Kimi no Na/Your Name that did a lot of waves a few years ago) It's only featuring kids or teenager through coming of age stories, and it baffles my head that grown adults are obsessing and identifying so hard over such thematics.

Adulting in Japan sucks, that's why most of their entertainment revolves around glorifying youth & childhood (and entertainment material for adult is often sex related), a time where they are still free of pressuring social expectations, have an entire future before them to create and fantasizing about parallel dimensions where we can fix everything.... but we don't need to bring this regressive copium in the West. I think anime culture is part of why so many adults act & sound retarded today. I'll get roasted for saying that, but people above 25 years old enthusiastically watching anime have something wrong with them.

Ultimately I wouldn't recommend you to watch anime bc there's an obvious (mental & emotional regressive) agenda in it.

The only safe and clever anime I can think of is Shōkōjo Sarah. I grew up watching it and it made the person I am today. It's really emotional and bittersweet (still an happy ending though !!) but watching it will really show you how much of a gap there is between today's anime. Shōkōjo Sarah tackles real stuff (death, abuse, poverty, bullying, social class injustice, etc.).

Anime stans would argue that nekketsu too explore great values (friendship/newfound familly, courage, perseverance, etc.) but all this positivity is overshadowed by all the trash around. Senseless fighting, violence, ABSOLUTE ABSENCE OF ADULTS, PARENTS OR PARENTAL AUTHORITY, female characters devoid of any personality beside having big breast and being a side buddy/love intereset of the main character (hence why most male anime fans have such a warped view of adult femaleness)..

Avoiding manga/anime written by males is already a great way to sort out shitty manga. But even female author are shoving mysticism (Fullmetal Alchemist), weird romantic dynamic in their material (I'll never forget CLAMP obsession to do child/adult couples in Cardcaptor Sakura) and unecessary (underage) female sexualization (let's not forget Kimetsu no Yaiba main character's 14 y.o sister having her breasts doubling size & popping out of her kimono whenever whatever demon who's possessing her comes out).... I feel like the anime/manga industry is so porny & scrotified that even female author go with the flow to get success.

#anime culture was a mistake #andwere

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sakuraprisma · 3 months

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Hii I got my week two updated of counting my calories and walking as much as I can! It snowed here on Sunday, and I didn't go outside at all, haha. I spent the day playing Pokémon and watching YouTube, making posts for one of my classes. I'm having breakfast right now with the strawberry shortcake gfuel mixed in milk, and omg, so good.

Anyway, here's how last week looked.

So I'm staying on track the best I can. This week is gonna be a little more loose due to personal reasons. Walking needs to pick up, or I need to do some other exercise, not sure yet. I want to get a walking pad, a small one, so I can get steps in during the super cold and super hot days that Oklahoma likes to fluctuate between.

Last Tuesday I weighed in at 211.4, and Friday I was 209.8! We're on the right track, I'm getting back down to where I was before the holidays! Hoping I can get even further down, I'm really happy with how it's all going. :)

I definitely could do a what I eat in a day post every now and then, maybe once a week? I don't know, maybe. My breakfast and lunches are mostly the same each week, dinners change because I usually eat whatever my family eats.

Hope you all have a lovely week! :)

#weight loss update #weightloss #weight loss #losing weight #body posititivity #bodypositivity #i'm doing the thiiiing #:)

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justalarryblog · 2 years

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hii Becca! do you have a fic rec post for ceo harry? or rich harry? i couldn’t find it, so in case you don’t have it can you rec me some? thanksss

Hi, darling. I don't have any rec post, so I'm making this one for you. I hope you like it!

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And Your Children) by @CobaltVelvet (11k) | Mature

Harry finds himself at Tesco on December 24th for a quick grocery shopping with his daughter Leah. He thought he’d come back home with a few things for dinner (and probably a few that Leah slipped through the cart without him noticing). He absolutely did not think about the possibility of meeting a gorgeous single father of two children. And inviting him to his Christmas Eve dinner at home.

[Christmas Fic with single parents Harry and Louis, they meet at Tesco, Louis is struggling with money but no fear because Harry is there and it’s just really cute]

heart born out of fire by @bloody_blade0 (31k) | Mature

au where louis is a sad, sad omega in hiding who hides from everyone and trusts no one. until he does.

Manhattan From The Sky by @sincewewereeighteen (47k) | Explicit

Harry’s been raised to know that successful men do not fall in love. Louis believes that love is all you need to be successful in life. They meet.

And I’ll judge the cover by the book by @harrystylesandstuff (73k) | Mature

At twenty years old Harry has his life figured out. He’ll graduate from the private University of Buckingham and move to Oxford to study journalism. He’ll meet someone who shares his values and accepts who he is, and apply everything his successful parents have taught him.

At twenty-two years old Louis has no clue what he wants in life. He’s not sure he’ll pass the year and doesn’t know where he’ll go after that. He spends his time smoking away his doubts about himself with his friends and all he cares about is making sure his family doesn’t fall apart.

They don’t belong together.

Or a Private University AU where Harry is a queer posh prince, Louis is a closeted troublemaker, and neither expect to understand each other the way they will.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled_halo (76k) | Explicit

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

Consequences by @allwaswell16 (78k) | Explicit Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time. An amnesia au

satellite by @suspendrs-fics / suspendrs (99K) | Not Rated

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Harry finds out that someone’s been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him.

To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

Have Faith In Me by @stylinsoncity (183k) | Mature

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

#fic rec #ceo harry #rich harry

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hajimescutie · 3 years

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hii it’s gonna b a long time a didn’t request so can you do the «fighting with his s/o » thing but with iwaizumi plz :D

i saw that now u have a lot of request and new post I’m so happy :33

💘anon

# — fighting with his s/o

includes: h. iwaizumi x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: anxiety attack

a/n: hi my love!! i'm so so so SO sorry this took so long. for having 2 classes this summer it's honestly taking up so much of my time, but i finally have a break! consider this a belated birthday present for hajime lmao. thank you for requesting 💘 anon! i miss u!

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you and hajime hadn't been on the best terms lately.

you both had been having little arguments over little things for about 2 weeks now. one argument consisted of him getting irritated that you hadn't moved his wet clothes to the dryer when he had to meet with team Japan that morning. you had completely spaced on it since you were busy with work and cleaning the apartment. you apologized and tried to reason but he was already walking out the door wearing damp clothing.

another consisted of you coming home from work with the apartment looking like a disaster. hajime had the day off and you asked him if he could pick up a bit, which you were met with a grunt and a mumbled "yes". so, when you came home to the place looking exactly how you left, you were frustrated.

it was a constant battle between the two of you, someone always doing something the other doesn't approve of. you both were exhausted at this point, wanting everything to be normal for once.

at one point, you thought you guys were making progress. you hadn't had a single argument in four days, none of you doing anything to piss the other off. although, hajime has been coming home late lately, barely ever saying anything to you the next morning before he left for work. you didn't really think anything of it at first, until you got home late one night and he wasn't there.

you never thought hajime was one to cheat. yeah, you guys fought a lot, but you knew he loved you with his whole being, as you did for him. but now, you felt like you were all alone. maybe this was a sign that he was done with you. you knew he was tired, but was he so tired that he would stay out extra late doing god knows what in order to not be around you?

you shot him a quick text asking where he was, biting your lip nervously. he responded in about a minute

hajime <3: out with the team. don't wait up for me. love u

you let out a slight sigh of relief, but you were still upset that he was out this late at night. you decided to put your big pants on and finally talk to him about this, or else you both will probably end up in a situation where nothing can be fixed.

you <3: can you come home please? we need to talk.

you got a response not even a second later.

hajime <3: leaving now

your heart immediately started beating faster, your brain racing to come up with a list of things to talk about. you definitely wanted to ask him why he's been out so late recently and how you feel about the constant arguing. was that it? you never were really the type to talk about how you felt, just like hajime. you both weren't the best at communicating, both afraid of the others reaction. but, it was time to face the facts and address the issue at hand.

you were sitting on the couch watching some random show when you heard the faint jiggling of keys outside the door. you tensed immediately when it opened, chills crawling up your spine from the brisk air wafting through. you didn't say anything to him when he walked in, taking off his jacket and his shoes. you also didn't say anything when he walked over to you and turned the tv off, sitting next to you with a considerable amount of space between.

he grabbed one of your hands in his, his fingertips burning against your warm skin from how cold it was outside. he cleared his throat before mumbling, "what did you want to talk about?"

you gulped, slowly pulling your hands away from him and hugging yourself. the list you had going on flew out the window, his presence making you nervous. the last thing you wanted out of this was an argument and then nothing get solved. you wanted to be better, and you wanted him to be better.

you hadn't said anything in a minute before you heard a scoff. you turned and saw him shaking his head, a sarcastic laugh coming out of his mouth. "this is what i left early for? if you don't have anything to say i'm going to bed."

you gaped at him, the hole in your heart growing as each harsh word escapes his mouth. he started to get up and walk to your guy's room before you finally found the confidence to speak, "why have you been out late so much recently?"

you voice was barely above a whisper, but hajime heard it. he sighed before turning to look at you with a bored look on his face, "do you want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?"

"the former."

he looked down at the ground before back at you, swiping his tongue across his front teeth in order to calm himself down. "i'm tired of always coming home to you when all we do is argue. you constantly find something little to piss me off, regardless if it's intentional or unintentional. i'm sick of it."

you took deep breaths while you listened to his explanation. he was one to talk.

"don't you think i'm tired of them, too? do you think it's easy for me to call you out on something you haven't done when i asked you to? don't talk like i'm the only one instigating the arguments, you're just to blame as me, hajime," you blurted.

he rolled his eyes at you before walking into the bedroom while you scrambled off the couch to follow him.

"hey! we're not done talking!!" you exclaimed.

"i am, this isn't going to solve anything, just like all the other ones. there's no point anymore," he spoke quietly. this was different than what you were used to. he would usually be matching your tone by now, but he was quiet. and that scared you a lot more.

you felt your heartbreak at his confession. you felt like you were losing him, slowly slipping from the relationship. "there's no point anymore". did that mean he was done? was he fed up? did he not have any energy to fix what you both had broken?

you turned around to start walking back to the living room, not noticing your sniffles and large tears making their way down your cheeks. you wiped at your face, which only made the tears fall faster, sobs wracking through your body. you couldn't make it to the living room until you fell to the floor, your heartbeat racing faster than you've ever felt. the room started to spin, your breathing staggered, your head feeling light. you could hear the faint sound of a voice, then hands touching your back and your face. you could barely notice the ravenette looking at you with a panicked expression, your eyes travelling to his moving mouth even though you could barely hear what he was saying.

hajime was freaking the fuck out. he knows your guy's relationship has been rocky recently, but he was shit at communication. hence why it was so easy for him to blow off the conversation. what he hadn't realized was how much this was affecting you. he knew you weren't the best at communicating either, but you for sure tried more than he did. and you were just trying to a few minutes ago before he acted like an ass.

when you weren't calming down, his best resort was to embrace you in a hug in order to keep you grounded. he mumbled for you to try and match his breathing, one of his hands playing with your hair and the other firmly wrapped around your waist. it took a few minutes, but he felt you start to ease up, your sobs dying down and your tears drying slightly. when he deemed you somewhat composed, he picked you up and walked back to the bed, gently laying you down while not letting go of you. you practically had him in a death grip, your body missing the feeling of your boyfriend's warmth and comfort.

he cooed sweet nothings into your heart along with apologies. his heart broke at the state you were in, and it was his fault. he should've removed his head out of his ass sooner, he should've seen how close your relationship was to the brink of collapsing. he nuzzled his face into your neck, strong arms keeping you as close to his chest as possible.

you were finally able to match your breathing with his, coming back to your senses. you pulled away slowly to look at him with a teary gaze and a trembling lip.

"i-i'm sorry i made you f-feel like you couldn't come home anymore," you choked out, "i j-just wanted to talk and fix things but i-" you bit back a sob.

"i... i understand if you don't want to do this anymore," you cried, more tears spilling from your puffy eyes.

hajime felt his heart shatter. he immediately cupped your face, wanting your full, undivided attention on him.

"i'm so fucking sorry, baby. i know what i said, but i wasn't thinking straight. i want to be with you for the rest of my life. i'm sorry i'm so shit at communicating, and i'm sorry i didn't see how much you were hurting. god i never want to make you feel like that again, i'm so so sorry angel," tears started to make their way down hajime's cheeks, making your own widen.

you pulled your foreheads together, eyes closed as you take in each other's presence.

"i'll be better for you, i'll be better at communicating and being level-headed. god i never want to lose you. you're so special to me, more than anyone in this world," he pecked your lips, then your cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead.

you sniffled before opening your eyes, "i'm sorry too baby. i'll be better at communicating too and being patient with you."

he gave you a sweet smile, pulling you in for a soft kiss before you both succumbed to slumber, soft smiles plastered on both of your faces. you both would be okay.

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