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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Kinktober '23 Day 2 - First Time (SVT Mingyu)

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Warnings: a lot of build up, first time (tbh i didn’t address this much 😭), a lil breast sucking, desperate reader, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex (lets pretend ur on the pill), slight praise, creampie, slight perv gyu but with respect and some tlc 😌

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I can never just write a short story can I? Dammit. Anyways, pls send requests!

The rain pattering against the window muffled the busy streets. It was a Saturday in Seoul, meaning the traffic wouldn’t die down until late at night. The air outside was frigid and wet, but you found comfort inside, the heater turned up just enough to feel cozy without a blanket.

“Yah, its kinda hot in here, isn’t it Gyu?” You pulled on the collar of your sweatshirt and turned your head to face him. He sat on the other end of the small couch, legs stretched and on your lap.

“A bit I guess, do you want me to turn down the heater?” He questioned, head tilting against the top of the cushion.

“No, no. That’s okay, it’ll just get cold if you do. I’m gonna go change really quick.” You gently pushed his legs off your lap, making his body turn straight. Mingyu sat up on the couch, sitting normally as he continued watching the show streaming on the TV.

A few minutes passed, Mingyu felt stupid for feeling this way but he had already begun to miss your company. His fingers itched to have you back in his hold. Nights in were rare for you two, his schedule constantly requiring him to be everywhere at once. Most nights he had off he had somewhere new to be early in the morning, preventing any real quality time together.

“Y/n-ahhhh,” Mingyu whined. "Where are youuuu?" His head fell back against the couch, feeling more impatient with each second.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He heard your voice grow louder as you walked back towards the living room, your footsteps echoed down the hall as you approached. “Feeling impatient tonight huh?” Your voice was back in the room with him. He opened his eyes and lifted his head off the couch.

“Finally-” his comment was exaggerated but died in his throat once his gaze landed on you. He knew you were changing but he wasn’t expecting you to be wearing such, well, little amount of clothes. Your sweatshirt still hung off your body, but your sweatpants had been replaced by what Mingyu assumed to be the tiniest shorts to ever exist. The shorts covered your ass just enough, but the trim was loose and frilly, exposing the bottom of your cheeks when you walked. You were technically still pretty covered up, which is why you couldn’t understand why Mingyu was looking at you with such a stunned expression. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand either. Mingyu was a 26 year old man, he was no stranger to seeing a woman’s body. Yet the sight of seeing so much leg right in front of him ignited something in his brain.

You sat back down to his right. Deciding to be a tease, you swung your legs over his lap, scooting closer to his side. Your arms rose to rest on his shoulders, your head falling against his chest as you looked back toward the TV. Mingyu’s right arm wrapped around your back to secure you. His left hand landed on your calf, rubbing up and down to your knee. You sighed, enjoying the contact, and Mingyu found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the plot of the show. His eyes looked down to your leg. He stared at your thighs and his hand slowly ran higher. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt you shift.

“I still feel hot,” you huffed.

“Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt, baby?” Mingyu rubbed your side. His curiosity piqued when you looked away embarrassed. It clicked in his brain, “Oh. Are you, like, not wearing anything under?”

“No, I am. I just, I’m not wearing a bra,” your voice quiet at that last part. You continued to look everywhere but at him as you felt his thumb rub the skin on your thigh. “You know, I just- we just never...” You could feel the heat creep up your neck and to your face.

Mingyu wanted to make you feel comfortable, but there wasn’t any choice. He could already imagine what you looked like underneath the sweatshirt and it was sending heat down his body. He should have offered you his shirt, or gone to turn down the heater, but it was too late and he was already thinking with his other head.

“I know,” he cooed. A slight pout formed on his lips, his eyes opening to feign innocence. “It’s okay, baby.” His right hand was now rubbing the bottom of your thigh, fingertips gracing the hem of your shorts. His other hand toyed with the bottom of your sweatshirt. “Take it off,” he whispered. Your eyes were glued to his as you nodded. Reaching down, you slowly lifted the sweatshirt off your torso. For a moment, it covered your head and your arms were raised to lift it off your shoulders. Mingyu sneaked a glance down and let out a groan at the sight. Your boobs sat beautifully in your top, the low hemline exposing your cleavage. You softly grunted as you tried to untangle your arms from the sleeves, breaking Mingyu from his trance. He helped you get it off and you let out a sigh from the exertion.

The air was thick. Even though it was just you and Mingyu you felt a million eyes on your body. Mingyu cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from your chest and looking up to meet your eyes. This was foreign territory for the two of you, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was turning you on. There was a hunger in his eyes and it was clear he was trying hard to fight it for your sake. He pulled you close, retaining the previous position you both held. His hand continued stroking your thigh and the urge to cup your ass was tearing him up inside. He had no idea what was going on in the show anymore despite his hard stare at the TV. His right hand slid up and down your waist, coming up higher every time until it was resting over your ribs, right under your boobs.

You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop the torture or to manhandle you like you knew he wanted to. You felt pressure under your thigh and it took a moment for it to register to you that he was growing hard under your legs. Mingyu’s fingers itched to take hold of your breast. To squeeze them and bury his face in between them. His grip on your thigh tightened and he bit his lip hard.

He shook his head.

“You should get off me, y/n.” He exhaled, his body attempting to slip from under yours. “We haven’t- I can’t control myself right now. Just sit next to me and gimme a minute.”

You grabbed hold of his bicep.

“No.”

“No?” He looked at you incredulously.

“No, yes, wait- just,” you shook your head. Before you could understand what you were doing you shuffled forward and straddled his lap. You held eye contact, testing the waters. He just looked back confused. The two of you had made out before, this wasn’t the first time you’ve ever sat on his lap like this. But never with your boobs pressed up against his chest like this, never with such little fabric separating your body from his. Slowly, you sat down, gasping when you felt his erection press up against your clothed cunt.

Mingyu’s hands held your waist to steady you, or to press you harder against him. He didn’t know which course of action to take yet. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kissed him. As you leaned into the kiss your clit rubbed over his hard on and you moaned into his mouth. It was like something broke in you. All the waiting, all the desire, all the heat. You started moving back and forth grinding on him. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to stop your movements. Taking hold of the back of his hand, you intertwined your fingers and slid it up your body to cup your right breast. You squeezed over his hand, allowing him to feel you. Mingyu broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“What has gotten into you?” he panted. His mind was foggy. He didn’t want to stop but he wasn’t sure this was the right time for it to be the first time.

“Please, Gyu,” you whined. A trail of kisses started at his cheek, moving its way down to his adam’s apple. You continued to press his hand against your chest and he could feel you take grasp of his other hand. He knew what was coming so he took hold of your wrist.

“Y/n-”

“Please, Gyu, please,” you continued grinding over his aching cock. He could feel the precum leaking in his boxers.

“Y/n,” he said sternly this time. It caught your attention. You looked back up at him, eyes desperate.

“I’m ready, Mingyu. Please, I don’t know what it is. I need you so bad. Just touch me. Please.”

He stared at you for a moment waiting for you to take it back. To realize this was a mistake. But your breathing just got harder as you tried to move against him.

“Okay, okay baby,” he whispered. He found his voice, “Come here.”

He pulled you in for a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together sending a sensation down both your bodies. Now that you were both on the same page, you took hold of his other hand and moved it to your chest. This time he squeezed on his own accord, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin. His body took over, his hips jerking up to continue grinding against you. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, it made him dizzy.

Kissing down your jaw, he bit at your collar bones, leaving marks down the way. You leaned back, giving him access to your chest. He continued squeezing you, watching as he pushed your tits together and let them drop. Lowering his face to the valey of your breasts, he pushed them together again, losing himself in the feeling of your soft tits suffocating him.

“Can I?” His fingers came to the neckline of your tank top.

“Please.”

He didn’t hesitate, pulling down your top and letting your breasts spill out over it.

“Fuck, fuck baby” he muttered grabbing at your bare tits. His index fingers passed over your nipples and you gasped. He watched as they hardened under his touch. Mingyu squeezed your left breast, pushing your nipple up so he could take it into his mouth. He sucked on it feverishly, as if all this time this was exactly where he needed to be. He continued playing with your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger. He moaned as your hand raked through the hair at the nape of his neck. He released your nipple, moving to the other and giving it kitten licks. Reaching around you, his large hands gripped your ass, pushing you forward and pulling you back over his dick.

“Ah, Gyu, I need you, please.” You gripped his hair, pulling him away from your tits.

“Need what, baby?”

“Not now, Gyu. Please,” you whined.

“No, really. I need you to tell me what you need right now.”

“I need you in me,” you pleaded.

“How do you want me?” He looked at you expectantly. You grew impatient.

“Fuck, Gyu. Just, take your clothes off. Please.” You got off him quickly, discarding your tank top and pulling down your shorts.Then you stopped. Mingyu threw off his shirt. Before he could take off his shorts he noticed your change in demeanor. You looked nervous, a stark contrast from the you that was just humping him like you were in heat.

“Baby, you okay?” His eyes grew concerned. You fidgeted.

“Yeah, yeah. I just-”

“We can stop if you want.” He reassured.

“No, Gyu. I just-”

“Don’t think that we have to keep going just cause we-”

“Mingyu, stop.” He fell silent. “I just, you’ve never seen me naked before. We’ve never done this before. I’ve never done this before. I’m just kinda nervous.”

“And you’re sure you want to keep going?”

You scoff, “Mingyu, did you see how I was like a minute ago?” He laughed.

“Fine, fine. Come here.” He reached for your hands, pulling you towards him.

You stood directly in front of him now. He was at the edge of the couch, his chin rested against your stomach as he looked up at you. His hands snaked up your thighs, sliding over your ass and resting on your hips.

“Can I take these off, pretty?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. Hooking his fingers over the waistband, he slowly dragged down your panties. It felt like time was still as he kissed down your legs. His hand carefully lifted your feet to step out of the garment, tossing it to the side. His lips rose to your stomach, kissing around your belly button and pulling a giggle from you. His hands squeezed your ass and he continued leaving kisses further down until he was right above your pussy. His hand ran down your left thigh, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. His hand moved toward your inner thigh, closer to your core until he could slide his thumb through your folds. He groaned at the feeling. You were so wet. Your breath caught in your throat, staying there until he leaned forward and licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit. You let out a deep moan, reeling from this new feeling. Mingyu felt like he was drunk, he couldn’t get enough of the taste. His hand spread you open as he went in, licking up and down, only interrupted when he would stop to suck on your clit, loving the way you moaned when he would stay there. A finger prodded at your entrance. He slowly pushed it into you, kissing your clit. He kept his finger buried inside you, curling it towards himself and rubbing the ribbed flesh. You gripped his shoulders for stability, jumping as his long fingers hit a spot you had never been able to.

You backed away from him. His head lifted up, worried he may have gone too far.

“Are you okay?” his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort.

You held his face.

“I’m fucking amazing but right now I need you in me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your hands reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling his boxers down with them as he lifted his hips. Your eyebrows lifted for a moment, taking in his naked form. Fuck, he is gorgeous. You finally looked down and your mouth fell open. Fuck, he’s big.

“Like what you see?” His cockiness took you by surprise, a switch from his previous sweetness.

“Shut up, Kim,” you retorted, pushing his chest. He fell back against the couch, his arms coming up to rest upon the top of the cushions. You held onto his shoulders, positioning your legs on either side of him. You moaned together as his cock came in contact with your pussy, your wetness spreading over him. You slid yourself back and forth over him, preparing yourself for what was to come. He had had enough.

Mingyu lifted you up, positioning himself at your entrance and pulled you down, slowly filling you up. You hissed at the stretch, face scrunching as you tried to take him. He had a strong grip on your hips, not wanting you to move too quickly and hurt yourself. He felt your pussy squeeze him the whole way down. Even as he was worried for you, he couldn’t deny how fucking good you felt. With a sigh, he bottomed out in you.

“Feel alright, baby?” Mingyu stroked your cheek. The sweetness back in his face as he studied yours.

“It’s tight,” you hissed. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed. You kissed in between them. “It feels good, I just need a sec to adjust.”

“Yeah, of course, baby, anything you need.” He continued to study you, wanting to make your first time as comfortable as he possibly could. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing you through the pain. After a moment you lifted yourself up, feeling empty as his cock pulled out of you. Slowly, you let your body slide back down somewhere halfway before lifting yourself up once again. The repetition of emptiness to fullness turned from pain to pleasure as you began to focus on the feeling of him sliding through you. You bounced directly over him and felt strangely mechanical. You huffed out a breath of frustration, needing more but not knowing exactly what.

“Baby,” Mingyu lifted you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t know what to do,” you muttered bashfully. With anyone else you would feel embarrassed, but Mingyu looked at you with such care and adoration you couldn't possibly feel that way with him.

He let out a small chuckle, “Try this.” His hands guided your hips up and towards him as he pulled your back down. He continued to move you in this rotation, noting the way you moaned every time your clit rubbed against his pelvis.

“Fuck, Gyu, that feels so good.” You were a mess on top of him. Your body taking control as your mind processed these new sensations. Your back arched when he hit a particularly deep spot and Mingyu took it as an opportunity to keep playing with your tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you used him, your tits bouncing in his face. Mingyu’s mind was running a million miles a minute, he rested his forehead against your chest, your boobs bouncing on either side of his head. He had been wrong earlier, this is exactly where he needed to be.

“God, y/n,” he huffed out, “you’re so tight. Fuck you’re doing so good for me. Driving me crazy.” he shook his head against your chest, trying to hold out.

“Ungh, Mingyu” you barely got out in between moans, addicted to the feeling of him filling you up.

He looked up at you and held your face, bringing you down into a kiss. It was sweet, giving you both a moment of reprieve from the intensity of the night. Mingyu pressed his cheek against yours, whispering in your ear.

“Doing so good, baby. Making me feel so good. Keep going, princess. Make yourself come all over me.” His hands were roaming all over your body, taking in how nice it felt to have you on top of him.

“Min- agh, fuck. Mingyu I’m so close. I can’t,” you struggled. You were close but you couldn’t quite push yourself there. Sensing you were overworked, he lifted your hands from his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. Just hold on, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you come.” His breaths were ragged. His arms reached around your waist to hold you as he began thrusting up into you. You moaned as he moved even faster than you had been previously. You could only hold onto him as he hammered into you, your body convulsing as it reached its peak.

“I’m gonna come Mingyu, mmmhm, I can’t hold it in,” you were panting in his ear.

“Let it go baby, fuck, come all over my cock.” He was struggling to keep himself together. Your pleasure being the only motivation for him to hold his own orgasm back.

With a snap of his hips your body jerked as the pleasure took over. Your mind went blank, only being able to feel pleasure rolling through your body. Moans escaped your mouth as your head fell forward on Mingyu’s shoulder. Your pussy was buzzing, pulsating from your orgasm and tensing from Mingyu’s continued thrusts. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him, the final straw that made the burning heat building in Mingyu’s abdomen release. He stilled as his orgasm took over, his balls clenching when you started bouncing on top of him again, riding out his high. He moaned out your name, cursing under his breath.

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked into his eyes, glossed over and fucked. His hand rubbed your back.

“You did so good, baby. ‘M so proud of you,” he pouted. You giggled at his dramatics.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you sighed, “Thank you, Gyu.” You smiled at him. “We should get cleaned up now huh?” You looked down at your bodies, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you. His gaze followed yours, looking at your connected bodies.

“Yeah, we should. But let's stay here for a bit.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hug against him, “I don’t wanna leave you yet.”

You nuzzled your head against his, listening to his steadying breath and the rain against the window.

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I am taking requests so much sure to check my kinktober masterlist for some inspo!

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen hard hours #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu hard hours #mingyu hard thoughts #kinktober #mingyu kinktober #seventeen mingyu imagines #mingyu imagines

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2rats1gogh · 1 month

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I have sent something similar (Same topic) to someone else already but I love hearing peoples different takes and opinions.

Aemond and Daemon was not a fair fight. Daemon has more experience in battles and is older than Aemond. Vhagar is an old dragon, she’s not in her prime fighting age whereas caraxes is so why TB think they can use Aemond’s death as a little gotcha moment for Aemond not being a formidable opponent is baffling. Also didn’t they both die? Daemon and Caraxes were up against a young adult who is half blind and an old lady dragon and both ended up dying anyways? It’s not as much as a slay as TB thinks it is. Also Yes Aemond was cocky in the trailer but who wouldn’t be when they ride the BIGGEST WAR DRAGON?

NAH CAUSE LITERALLY!!! That fight is super funny if you think about it because no matter how you look at it, it still paints Daemon as weak and silly, and Aemond, along with team green stays the superior Chad.

If you consider them fair opponents, it only makes it fair if they both die, so nothing special about that.

If you consider Daemon being stronger than Aemond, because of his experience in battle and yada yada, he still looks silly because he actually has to DIE in order to finally kill Aemond. Like alright, Daemon killed him I guess, but at the cost of HIS OWN LIFE? Not a flex. And Aemond is the Chad because he managed to not be the only one dying in that fight.

And finally, if you consider Aemond being stronger than Daemon, you are kinda giving him a compliment, since he was already on the same level as his uncle when he was in his early 20s and Daemon was already in his late 50s and with years of experience in battle.

Like Daemon literally embarrassed himself whatever the case actually was. He, an agile, strong and experienced warrior had to literally fight real hard to kill his 20 year old nephew and eventually died himself. Like, again, this is literally not a flex in any way.

Like people are laughing at Aemond in the trailer but if the show keeps the book’s version of events, Aemond does die during that battle, like alright, sure, BUT he also quite literally single-handedly took the life one of the most feared warriors of his time. Team Green might’ve lost a prince, but they also got rid of a very strong enemy.

Also, doesn’t matter if you say “they both lost” or “they both technically won” because Aemond stays cooler either way.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #pro team green #team green #anti team black #anti team black stans #asoiaf #anti daemon stans #anti daemon targaryen

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ectonurites · 11 months

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Now that we’re halfway through it what are your thoughts on Kon’s solo?

I've been enjoying it! I think it's been fun so far—I do think that letting Kon have a story where he's out on his own just doing a classic little adventure like this rather than... something super tethered to the greater DCU/its continuity messes is refreshing after the last few years he's had.

Like I definitely don't want him isolated from all his friends in space forever or anything like that, but I think him getting to do this on his own right now is cool. I think the thing Porter seems to be going for with Kon 'chasing after the glory days'/trying to find some shred of his old life to cling onto (even if it's just a space imitation of it) is definitely interesting and like... makes enough sense to me for him and where he's at after The Everything.

I just gave this 'how Kon has changed across the eras' post of mine from a while back (fall 2021, so written shortly after the whole Suicide Squad Match Ordeal™) a re-read and something I was talking about at the end was how after all the experiences he's had he has looped back around to embracing aspects of his old self (that he'd been pushing away for a long time because of 2000's-era Trauma And Angst) and I think this current book is definitely like, playing with that.

What I was talking about in that post ended mostly after YJ 2019 though—his state of mind at that point being more or less 'okay I'm back now let's goooooo!!!!!' before The Horrors of realizing he came back to a world that really had moved on without him for years really set in. Like, he knew about that by the end of YJ 2019, but I think he needed to sit on it for a bit and see it firsthand... also even though I know the book was a mess and not well received, I think we should still acknowledge Dark Crisis: Young Justice—where he got a firsthand taste of the olden 90's 'I hadn't died yet, I hadn't disappeared yet, I hadn't been replaced yet' days in Mickey's dream world. After experiencing that and getting some reality checks from the rest of the team, he knows he can't seriously just go back, you can't go back to the past like that... but...

The new understanding of himself he'd achieved just before/while stuck on Gemworld—where we saw he was making active choices about who he's gonna be based on what he wants rather than Clark-based expectations or anyone else's input, and where he was rolling with the changes and circumstances that had been thrown at him—has been thrown SERIOUSLY out of whack!

So rather than it being that 'he's returning to aspects of who he used to be while incorporating the experience and maturity he's gained along the way over the years' situation from YJ 2019, it's started warping into 'he's regressing back to the safety of being the Metropolis Kid/his 90's era self just out in space this time so TECHNICALLY it's DIFFERENT'. Which I think is an interesting approach! And him acting completely and totally in denial of that being what he's doing (even though it's clear he knows damn well it is) is also totally in line with classic Kon—thinking back to the Young Justice (1998) #7 camping trip LMAO.

But like, the thing is, Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #1 started with an editor's note clarifying it takes place before Action Comics #1051 which began the new family-focused era of the book... that Kon is very obviously present for.

So we already know he's gonna figure out that there is a place for him back on earth and that he doesn't need to completely regress and try to relive his past somewhere else, he can just be himself and carve out his own path at home and have a place within the family. We're not stuck guessing about what Kon's fate is gonna be after the fact—instead, this book gets to focus on this journey he's going through and we're along for the ride to see how he's gonna finally reach that conclusion! Which is fun!

Anyways, that was a lot of word dumping—Kon just gets me going man, you know he always does—but in conclusion: I'm enjoying the book overall, it has definitely kept me as a Kon fan engaged, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes!

+ as much as ideologically I am opposed to DC Round Robin, I'm definitely (at this point anyways) glad that this book got to exist.

#dc spoilers #tuesday spoilers

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manheeiim · 1 month

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chapter nine: homecoming & connections

-- a ghostly love masterlist

I sat on the stage with Charley and Mr. Martin as Wally did push-ups with Rhonda on his back. My legs were crossed and my hands were resting in my lap as I just watched. Who would’ve thought that I would’ve ended up with a crush on some guy who’s technically speaking, if we were still alive, 30 years older than me. Not me, that’s for sure. But, here I was. I hadn’t had a crush on a guy in a long time, so maybe that was why my feelings were more intense than usual.

“38. 39.” Wally counted as he did push-ups.

“Can I get off now?” Rhonda asked.

“No. One more.” He said before doing another push-up. “40.” He counted.

“Okay, I’m getting off.” Rhonda told him as she got up.

“Okay. Yeah.” Wally said as he quickly got up, clapping his hands as he turned to face everyone. “All right, who’s next?” He asked before looking directly at me. “Lucia, you want to ride the pony?” He suggestively asked before he winked at me.

“N- no.” I responded, a little taken aback although, why even was I at this point. I had to start getting used to this.

“It’s a countdown, baby. We’ve got ten hours until the homecoming game.” Wally said, obviously excited. I didn’t know how he could be though, knowing that he had died on homecoming. He gave Mr. Martin a high five before standing next to me, “We’ve got to pump it up.” He said before hopping up onto the stage next to me, laying down.

“Oh, we are pumped, Wally.” Mr. Martin told him. “This is what pumped looks like for some of us.” He said.

“Any more pumped and I’ll throw up in my hat.” Rhonda said.

Wally sat up, putting his hand on my thigh as he put the other on the stage, scooting up a little.

Mr. Martin gave Rhonda a look, “Or not. More pumping!” She said, fakely enthusiastic.

“All right. Has everyone signed up for a prep committee?” Mr. Martin asked us. “We still need more help with decorations and refreshments.” He told us. “Right. Who’s going to be blowing up balloons? And who’s going to be making my crown of sparklers?” Wally asked.

“I’ll help you blow up your balloons.” Charley told him. “No one likes a sad pony.” He then said before looking over at me with his eyebrows raised.

I lay on the floor next to Wally as we finished up painting his “Go Wally!” sign. “Why do we have to do this when the school already has decorations?” I asked.

“It’s kind of a tradition at this point.” Charley said with a shrug.

“He’s right.” Rhonda told me. “Once a year, we’re forced to relive Wally’s glory days.” She said.

I looked over at Wally, “Hey, at least I had glory.” He retorted.

“Wow.” I commented. “I don’t get how you like homecoming so much.” I then told him. “Considering, you died at homecoming.” I added.

“I mean, my family still shows up for me every year, so I try to show up for them, you know?” Wally answered and I just nodded, I guess that made sense. That reminded me though, my mom was probably going to be at this game, despite the fact that I’d died not too long ago. “You’re coming to the game, right?” Wally asked.

“Yeah, I am.” I answered.

“Cool.” Was all Wally said in response before going back to painting.

We were all scattered around the bleachers, and the football field, watching the football team get ready for homecoming later that night. I sat on the grass, or really, the artificial grass that they used for football fields, and leaned against the y-shaped goal post. I watched as Wally played with the football. It ended up coming rolling my way and he ran over.

“Yo, a little help?” He asked as he held his hand up, wanting me to throw the ball to him.

“I’m not that good at throwing footballs.” I responded.

He came over and sat down next to me, grabbing the football before leaning against the pole just as I was. He let out a sigh.

“Aren’t you going to.. practice more?” I asked, feeling a little flustered about the fact that it was just the two of us, alone.

“Oh, no. I’m maxed out.” He told me. “I gotta save myself for the big show.” He said. “But anyway, what’s up with you? How have you been… feeling lately? Adjusting to the life of the undead well?” Wally asked.

I giggled, why did he have to call it that. “I’m- I’m okay.” I responded. “I think that I’ve just been getting used to this and the fact that this is going to be how it is for me.” I told Wally.

“That’s good.” Wally said. “Oh shit, I just remembered. I wanted to ask when we were making the sign but I didn’t want to ask in front of everyone else.” Wally explained.

“Sure, what is it?” I waited for what he had to ask.

“Do you think your mom is going to come to homecoming?” Wally asked me.

I thought for a moment, “I don’t know.” I responded. “I.. hope not.” I admitted. “But, if she does come, maybe I’ll just tell myself that it’s her way of grieving.” I said.

“Well, you know, my parents, they’ve been coming to my games for 20 years now.” Wally told me. “And it never feels great.” He told me. “Unless we win of course, then it does.” He jokingly added, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Does your dad do the whole crazy fan thing? Like, curse at the refs and scream at the coaches?” I asked.

Wally scoffed, “Um” He’s silent for a few moments, “my mom always pushed me to be the best version of myself, you know, on and off the field.” He responded, seemingly avoiding the topic.

Shit, did he not have a dad? Was his dad not around like mine wasn’t? I should’ve considered that, I thought to myself.

“Oh, um. That’s good. But, didn’t you die on the field?” I asked.

“Yep, I was right at the five-yard line.” He pointed at it. “And I was running, and then I heard my neck,” He made a noise that imitated the sound of his neck cracking. “And it was lights out, but it did not hurt at all.” Wally told me. “Is that what happened to you?” Wally asked me.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t remember if I heard my neck crack or not. But, I think with the way I landed, that’s probably what happened.” I answered.

“Shit.” Was all Wally said. There’s a sudden whistle sound coming from the coach. Wally got up, “That was my cue. I’ll see you later, right?” Wally asked and I nodded “You’ll cheer for me?” He asked and I nodded once again, smiling. “Whoo.” He happily said before running off.

I couldn’t help but think that I might’ve upset him when asking about his dad. I felt bad. I, of all people, should’ve known not to assume things when it comes to parents. Was he mad at me now? I didn’t know if I wanted to know.

I stand at the end of the line of cheerleaders. Did I particularly want to be cheering right now? No, definitely not. But, Wally had asked me to cheer for him and not only was he my crush, but I knew that this day was important to him, so I did it. For him.

I watched as the football team ran through the paper sign and out onto the field. I then watched as two of the other ghosts got ready with the paper sign for Wally. I cheered more enthusiastically now since I knew he’d be out any second.

He jumped through the paper sign, breaking it, as he shouted happily. He took the helmet off and looked around, “It’s game day, baby!” He said. I watched as he saluted to three shirtless guys with letters painted on their chests. He then looked over and we made eye contact. He smiled at the sight of me and I smiled back. He came over to me and put his hand on my arms, looking down at me.

“You look beautiful.” He told me before going out to where the footballers were.

I blushed as I looked down at the ground before heading up to the bleachers where all the other ghosts were sitting, ready to watch the game. I sat down at the end of one of the rows, not really near the others.

A few minutes passed, and I watched Wally run up the stairs to greet the others. I looked back and watched him as he shook Mr. Martin and Rhonda’s hands and kissed Charley on the cheek. He gave high-fives and fist bumps and he really seemed to be having a good time. I was happy for him.

I watched as he looked over at me with a smile and came down to where I was sitting. He bent down and looked past me for a moment before looking at me again. “Hey, you see her?” He asked and I looked in the direction that he was looking towards.

I saw an older woman, she looked to be in her early-70’s, I’d say. She was fully decked out in the school’s merchandise.

“That is my mama.” Wally told me and I glanced over at him again before looking at her. “She has never missed a game, and she always leaves that seat empty next to her every time.” He told me.

“That’s nice.” I told him, because really, it was.

“My dad, he stopped coming a few years ago.” Wally said and I looked over at him. Oh. “I think the seat’s for me.” He told me. “You mind if I- go over there?” Wally asked, motioning over to his mom.

“Of course, Wally. Go.” I said and he nodded. He stood up and hesitated before leaning down and kissing my cheek and walking over to his mom, sitting next to her.

I looked away, looking out into the field. As I looked around, I caught sight of the one and only, my mother, sitting the closest she could, while in the bleachers, to the field. She was dressed up fancy as shit, for no reason. She had a sad look on her face. I felt.. bad. I also felt.. sad. I hated that she was here, partly because I felt like it meant that she wasn’t even grieving me, even if I rationally knew that, that didn’t mean that. When I saw her looking sad though, it broke my heart. Honestly.

A little while passed and I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked over and saw Wally. “Want to get some drinks and food?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes, please.” I said, getting up, and following him to the concession stand.

Once we were far enough away that we could speak in a more normal voice, Wally spoke, asking me, “Was your mom here?”

“Um, yeah. She was.” I told him.

“How you feeling?” Wally asked.

“Sad, I guess.” I responded.

He stopped walking and so did I, “We can talk about it, just.. let me get some food for us, okay?” He asked and I nodded. He brought his hand up to my hair and tucked some of it behind my ear. “Go get us a table.” He told me. “I’ll be right there.” He said.

And so, I did as he said, going to get us a table, not that it really mattered anymore since no one could see us. I sat down at an empty table and waited for a little before Wally walked over with a tray of drinks and hot dogs. He sat down next to me and put a hot dog and a drink in front of me.

“So.. you’re sad?” He asked.

“I.. yeah.” I said. “Well, I just.. I could tell that she really was sad and that made me sad, I guess.” I said, suddenly feeling on the verge of tears. “I.. feel that I took a lot of things in my life for granted. At the same time though, I know that with a lot of things, I tried my best to appreciate them, even if they were small because, I know how it feels to lose something or.. well someone.” I told him.

“Did your dad die?” Wally asked me.

“No, but he acted like he did. He.. when he was around. He was horrible. I had to watch him abuse my mom, he did some pretty abusive stuff to me. I was only a kid then. He left when I was 12. I haven’t seen him since. I’ve gotten cards for my birthday and holidays with a shit ton of money in them. It didn’t mean anything to me though. It was- he only did that because he felt guilty. He felt guilty and so he gave me money, and acted like that made him dad of the year even though I hadn’t even seen him in years.” I ranted. “I tried my best when it came to cheerleading for the most part, for my mom. I didn’t like it, but especially after my mom and dad had broken up, I felt like I needed to put more effort into cheer because I knew that cheer made my mom happy, and all I wanted was to see my mom happy again.” I told him, letting out a shaky breath.

Wally is silent for a moment, “I’m sorry that happened.” He said. “I hate thinking about all of that happening to you.” He told me.

“Yeah..” I quietly responded.

“I wish we could’ve been alive together. Maybe not with me being the age I’d be, but I wish that we could’ve been alive teenagers together.” Wally told me. “I would’ve been there for you, through everything.” He said. I looked into his eyes, my heart warming. “I am here for you now though, if that counts?” Wally asked. “It does.” I said with a small smile, wiping the tears threatening to come out from my eyes, not letting them. He pulled me into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down my back, the warmness of not only his hand on my skin but his body against mine calmed me down. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to cry. I took a few deep breaths, the two of us still hugging one another before we pulled away.

“Maybe the food will help make you feel better?” Wally suggested with a soft smile. I let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah.” I said, picking my hotdog up, unwrapping it, and taking a bite.

I finished up my cigarette, throwing the butt on the floor and crushing it with my sneakers. The game was almost over but I didn’t want to be alone so I didn’t leave entirely, I just needed a break.

“Lucia.” I heard and I looked over to see Wally walking over to me.

“Hey.” I said, giving him a small smile.

“I just.. I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody like you before.” He told me.

I’m taken aback, to be honest. “Me too.” I said back, meaning it when I said it.

“I don’t feel like I’ve ever been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you.” Wally said.

I nodded, “I know. Me too.” I said once again.

Wally looked into my eyes for a moment, “Do you want to go to the dance with me?” He asked. “You can totally say no, Lucia. I just thought it’d be nice.” He said.

“Yeah.” I answered and he stopped talking. “I’ll go with you.” I said.

“All- alright. That’s cool. Sounds good. I’ll see you there.” He told me. “So, hell yeah.” He then said before turning around, clicking his heels together before jogging off.

I giggled at his actions. Then I finally took it in. He asked me to the homecoming dance. Oh my god.

#manheeiim #milo manheim #milo #milo manheim x reader #milo x reader #wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark x oc #wally x reader #wally clark imagine #wally clark fanfiction #school spirits #school spirits imagine #school spirits fanfiction

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Gundam: Witch From Mercury Season 2 Episode 1 Review

- The show immediately jumps back into the status quo, almost as if Plant Quetta was just a nightmare. However we can see all our characters reacting to the situation no matter what kind of facade they put up. Suletta is starting to doubt her actions, Nika is haunted by the fact her friends almost died, Shaddiq is already making plans to frame Jeturk, and Miorine is stuck watching over her father. There’s a nice dissonance between the Spacians having fun while our main characters have now experienced true terror, never being able to recover.

- The dueling committee has changed up due to the attack. Now that Shaddiq is getting more involved in his father’s business, Sabina and Renee are ready to take up the helm. Felsi is now the acting substitute since Guel’s MIA and Lauda became the new head of Jeturk Co. Fianlly, Secilia and Rouji are the same as ever (and Secilia adorably protects her boy from Renee’s advances)

- El5n is absolutely fabulous and I love every second he’s on screen. He’s serving cunt every single minute and everyone thinks it’s weird, but no one has directly called him out yet. Still, judging by the OP, there’s a lot more than meets the eye when it comes to our James Charles-wannabe. The writers also took time to link him to Norea, so perhaps there’ll be a relationship developing between those two in the coming future. People in forums have already stated that he’s the most terrifying character due to his manipulative personality and lack of clear goals, but I’m rooting for him. Nobody who becomes a replacement head to ride a death bot and seduce a tanuki has a happy backstory.

- Due to Jeturk suits being used in the attack, the companies are now starting to scapegoat them in order to gain more power. This is causing an immense amount of stress for poor Lauda, who’s lost both his brother and father. I guess taking L’s is hereditary. I’m absolutely expecting him to snap and try to murder everyone. And honestly, as long as he’s planning to murder Shaddiq, I’ll support him.

- Norea and Sophie both transferred into school but they’re so bad at hiding themselves that they caught in the span of less than an episode. Interestingly, Sophie isn’t the one who rushes things, but instead Norea. Sophie seems more interested in just playing around, eventually getting her work done but for now just enjoying the situation. Meanwhile, Norea is wholly devoted to the cause. She threatens Nika with death twice and has no problem attempting to murder Suletta the moment she thinks it’s appropriate.

- Sophie’s dolls are especially interesting. She has four of them, two are her parents and two are her little sisters, and all of them are worn as hell. However, despite saying she loves them, she replaces one with a stolen Halo almost immediately. Sophie probably has no idea of what a family really is, she’s just acting out the motions of it. She replaces her stuffed animal when she finds a “better” one, not realizing that true families don’t replace. There’s also something interesting going on with her calling Suletta “Big Sis.” If Suletta is a clone of Eri then that technically makes them sisters, and now Sophie, another Gundam pilot, is adding herself to that family dynamic. Maybe all Gundam pilots are linked, not by blood, but by situation.

- Prospera once again is manipulating the hell outta everyone. She says to Suletta that she didn’t do anything wrong when her daughter starts having doubts, but with Miorine she states that she believes Suletta went too far. She’s just telling both of them what they want to hear, and guiding each of them to her own desired goal. Also Suletta literally said her mom was a magician so the “Prospera is brainwashing Suletta” theory is also getting a lot of ground

- Quiet Zero is apparently a plan to end war throughout the galaxy, and I can already tell you, that the name makes it clear that it won’t be through some peaceful method. It’s either a weapon designed to destroy whole planets or it’s some Evangelion hive mind shit where everyone in the world will be linked through the GUND system. And if it’s the latter, that would make the connection between Gundam pilots we see even more important. Soon, everyone will be family

- Nika is stuck between a Gundam foot and hard place. Poor girl just wants to build up connections between Earthians and Spacians but the organization that sent her turned out to be a terrorist organization. She doesn’t want her friends to be put in danger, but she’s scared to come out and ruin her friendship. Her tendency to isolate herself is what got her almost squished, it was only Suletta looking out for her that saved her. I hope she can be honest with her friends in the future and achieve her goal of peace. One that isn’t organized from mass murder/brainwashing

- My boy Guel didn’t show up in the episode. He’s busy entering his depressive spiral. However from the OP, it looks like he’s on Earth. Give me vigilante Guel

- Finally, let’s talk about that gorgeous ending. The amount of symbolism in that minute and thirty seconds is off the wall. Watching Miorine’s ghost constantly pass through her, showing that the two want to be together but can’t connect. Then, Aerial fucking stabs her in the heart, awakening something, and suddenly Suletta is dancing, controlling the GUND bits in her possession. There’s multiple Suletta’s dancing, maybe hinting the clone theory. She also loses her headband, the one her mom gave her, showing that she’s gained her own autonomy. Finally, her and Miorine are in formal dresses, holding hands, probably at Miorine’s birthday. Suletta looks more mature, she’s shed her childhood innocence.

In short, I’m so fucking hyped to be back. My sons and daughters are really going through it and I hope they all get out with minor mental trauma. Except for you Shaddiq, you Sha-dick

#gundam #gundam witch from mercury #g witch #suletta mercury #miorine rembran

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jasperisabisexualmess · 7 months

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Royal

Summary: You were separated from your childhood crush and meet again.

Warnings: Y/n is technically a criminal, bloody Y/n, Wanda is a little scary, not that i'm complaining, I don't really know what else to put, let me know if I missed something.

A/n: I wrote this a long time ago so it might be trash. I don't really remember so might as well post it.

The Scarlet Queen, the Queen, and the Scarlet Witch were the only titles you could use to describe the queen of Sokovia. The once small but cozy town that had become the biggest powerhouse kingdom to exist.

It was all because of one woman, The Scarlet Witch, no one knew her real name. I did though. I knew her in elementary school. It was a rich private school which my father worked at. We were friends until 8th grade when her father died and she had to leave school and become queen. I admit I might have had some other feelings for her but I ignored them. When she made the rule that she was only to be addressed by her titles I made sure that I never slipped up while talking about her. When I was in 9th grade my father got this disease and passed away. I no longer could stay at the school and had to provide for myself so I started a life of pick-pocketing. I felt awful and would never take more than I needed but it was the only way to survive.

One fateful day I picked the wrong pocket.

I was looking around for someone to pickpocket when I saw a tall guy that looked like he made some money. So when I passed him I reached in his pocket and pulled out some coins and started to walk away. When he yelled,”Come back here you pickpocketer.” He started to chase me so I ran. He then caught up to me and threw me to the floor. He yanked my hair back and asked,” Do you know who I am.”. I shook my head. He then angrily said, “I am the captain of the guard.”. I finally realized how bad I fucked up. Rule 12 states that If you steal from someone that has a lot of power you can be sentenced to death. “Wait, please sir.” I pleaded. “You better not say a word till I say you can.” He said. I agreed and followed him. He grabbed a couple of horses and they started riding with me connected to the ends of the horses. I was covered in mud and dirt which was probably from before to. He then took me to a huge courtroom thing with paintings all over the wall. He threw me to the middle of the floor and said to wait till the judge comes to huddle this. Apparently the royalitie type people have their own judge. Who? I didn’t know.

I just stared at the floor till I heard a loud voice that was sort of familiar but rough and stern,” You can face the court now.”. I looked up to see my childhood best friend, The Queen, in charge. She continued on and didn’t recognize me, “State your name.” She sternly said. Everyone was staring at me but I didn’t know what to say. She looked more angry, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”. I then said as loud as I could without coming off as rude, “Y/n Y/l/n”. Her face faltered for a second and she then quickly yelled, “Everyone leave.” As the captain went to grab me she angrily yelled, “NOT HER”. He quickly scurried. She ran down to me as fast as possible, ran down to me and hugged me. I said, barely able to breath, “I’m a little dirty and bloody.”. She still didn’t let go until 30 seconds after. “What happened to you?” She said, “Wow, still straight to the point.”. She looked at me with concern. I answered her question with,” Life I guess.”. She didn't push further but just said,'' You need a bath come on.``. I followed her to a washroom with a fancy marble tub already filled with hot water. “Here is a towel and there is some fresh clothes in that drawer. Then we can talk.”

A/n: To be continued?

#avengers #wanda maximoff #fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader

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1, 3, 4, 11, 13, 15, 26, and 30 for Onnie and Laila please?

YESSSS I FREAKING LOVE GETTING ASKS FOR LAILA SHE IS MY BLORBO-

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Onnie hasn't had any stuffed animals in years. Eobard made her get rid of them all as soon as she was like, 12, because he thought they were developmentally inappropriate for her age. She had a frog named Tedward (some weird amalgamation of Ted and Edward) and that was her favorite as a kid.

I... don't think Laila is even aware of what a stuffed animal is, considering that she was raised from infancy to be the Empire's weapon. Athena's probably not much help with that one, since she grew up on the streets and having toys falls to the wayside when compared to things like food and shelter.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

"Pippa is... an idiot. I can't stand her, she drives me insane, but I can't help but be strangely drawn to her. She's obnoxious, and I really wish she'd back off, but something about her is just so endearing. Maybe it's that she manages to bring back to life the part of me I thought died a long time ago. Or maybe she's just kinda hot."

"Athena's ruthless, reckless, and I never lose the feeling that she's going to backstab me. But she's the only person who's ever given more than two shits about me in my life, so hey, what the heck? Not like I have much else to lose anyway. I'm pretty sure I care a lot more about her than she does about me, but even if this is a short ride, it's a good ride, and I'm not getting off."

4. Do they look good in red?

Onnie looks fantastic in red, so long as the shade's not too orangey. Shades closer to orange (and orange itself) tend to bring out the olive undertones in their skin in a bad way, making them look kinda yellow and sickly.

Laila doesn't look good in most shades of red, except the darker ones, like burgundy and maroon. Bright colors tend to clash with her already near-translucent pale skin, making her look even more pale than she already is.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Onnie: Save it all. She's already rich, there's not much else she wants or needs.

Laila: Spend some, save some. Her and Athena aren't exactly poor, but there are some things they'd like that are a little out of budget.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Onnie learned how to be a killer from Eobard. He taught her everything- where the best places to stab someone are, how to rip out someone's heart with your bare hands, how to snap people's necks. Insert Onnie having the sudden "Holy shit I had a bad childhood" realization here.

Laila doesn't have parents. Being a clone, I guess you could technically say that either the parents of her donor are her parents, who she's never met, or the woman who raised her, but anyone calling Nyx a mother would be absolutely insane to say that, since the relationship that Laila (and Pyrrha, later on) had with her was one-sided, conditional, and both emotionally and physically abusive.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Onnie considers friendships and other relationships a waste of time. Since they (in very rapid succession) lost their girlfriend, accidentally killed their best friend, and then Jessi faked her own death (which was believed to have been a suicide), Onnie is kinda afraid to open up, but through a lot of mental gymnastics, she thinks it's because she's better than everyone rather than just plain trauma.

Laila considers training non-Force Sensitives in the Jedi arts to be a complete waste of time. Athena's asked her multiple times to try teaching her to do some of the things that Laila can do, like the gymnastics and meditation and stuff, but the most Laila will show her is how to use a lightsaber- weapons are pretty universal, after all.

26. Talent or effort?

Onnie: Talent

Laila: Effort

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

Onnie would probably cry. They've been repressing a lot of emotions for a very long time, and any show of weakness could get her in trouble with Eobard, so if she knew it would be excused, I think Onnie would finally let go and feel those emotions.

Laila would tell Athena that she loves her. She'd never say it to Athena's face, especially since Athena kinda scares her and let's be real, she's not even sure if Athena even is capable of caring about a person other than herself. However, if she knew that it wouldn't ruin their relationship completely, Laila would tell Athena how she felt.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man #laila salibun #onnie thawne

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lumiereandcogsworth · 4 months

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okay I know it’s technically weeks away BUT valentine’s day has been in my mind and I’m curious how Adam and Belle celebrate 👁️ (did this holiday exist back then? I have no clue)

LOVELY okay so every valentine’s day since i’ve been writing for these two yahoos, i just generally assume they go all out for the day. adam’s love language is gift giving so whether it’s in canon or modern au, you know that guy is getting belle a million gifts and they’re going to fancy dining establishments and seeing a show and all that good stuff. but your question made me want to dig in and actually look into the history of valentine’s day, SO I DID THAT!!

as i suspected, it is super super old. the oldest story is in 270 AD, when the roman empire had been at war for some time. apparently the soldiers were tired of fighting and wanted to marry their sweethearts and settle down with families. but emperor claude ii was like uhhhmmm No. so he made marriage briefly illegal?? but there was a priest called valentine who was still secretly performing weddings, defying the law for love!!! but emperor claude ii found out and threw him in jail. BUT THEN valentine fell in love with the daughter of his prison guard!!! and supposedly, according to the legend, right before his execution, ON FEBRUARY 14th, he left a heart-shaped letter to the daughter and signed it “from your valentine.”

AND THAT IS SOOOOO ROMANTIC HELLO!!!!! defied the law AND died for love. A KING!!

valentine was declared a saint by pope gelase i in the 5th century, after the collapse of the roman empire.

the holiday didn’t become a thing until the middle ages, when the catholic church was trying to fight a pagan holiday for the roman god luperculus that was celebrated feb 13-15. the church was afraid of losing their power amidst europe so the pope made feb 14 st. valentine’s day to honor the guy who sacrificed his life for love.

there is ALSO a story specific to france, that in 1415, the duke of orléans was captured and taken prisoner in london and while he was there he was apparently writing love letters to his wife in france. and i guess there was one (or multiple?) specifically dated for valentine’s day, so it’s considered some of the first Valentine’s Day Letters™️ in france. because before that, in france, letters weren’t really exchanged on the day, it was more a social thing, like a singles mixer in the streets. single people go out and try to pair up. and anyone who is bitter can have a little bonfire and burn images of their exes. but that got out of hand quickly and the government banned that. hence the letter writing became more common.

and this is my own speculation but i would assume that gift giving only took place amongst the upper class at first, and then eventually the trend caught up in varying levels for everyone to the point that we’re at today! where a gift for your beloved on the day is quite common 💝

but anyway there’s your little history lesson!!!!!! was fun to flex my historian muscles thank you 🤓🤓🤓

to answer your question, basically, adam spoils the heck out of his wife and belle lets it happen because she’s as head over heels for her husband as he is for her. in canon they’re probably always in paris. they save their bigger trips for their anniversary and also they just travel a lot in general for king & queen reasons. paris is their home away from home ❤️ they probably stay for nearly a week, (this may vary depending on the ages of their kiddos, of course, they don’t like to leave their Babies for too long 🥺), go to a couple different shows, opera, theater, dance, etc. go for horseback rides, go to a ball (i’m debating if they put on a valentine’s day ball or if they attend one already happening. it’s super likely that adam wants to host it though because he loves hosting. But i could also just see a ball already taking place since it is a Known Holiday. but EITHER WAY THEY’RE DANCING!), and yeah just in general they’re being super in love and gross. i enjoy thinking about this day for them in modern au too, just because it’s a tad easier for my mind to picture, but yeah it’s definitely a holiday they love. they love a day dedicated to love ❤️

also i wrote this last year, it’s short and QUITE lovey dovey, Of Course.

#me when i remember i majored in history 🥴#WHEW! what a rush #lmao thanks though. i knew it was old and wasn’t worried about them not knowing about it BUT it was super fine to get the DEETS #*FUN!#tis a well established Day of Love by the time we get to my babies 😌 THANK GOODNESS!#thank you king!!!#alex tag #answered #batb headcanons #adelle #batb 2017 #history

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1 + 2 (pre relationship) and 1 + 2 (general) for reid !!! - @dogcodedcatboy :3

hi cricket! thank you for the ask, i love your ship with roman it is very silly to me/pos :]

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

1. How did they first meet?

Okay, I sort of mentioned this in another ask but I'll go into a little more detail now.

In season 3, episode 9 of CM, it follows the aftermath of the team's technical analyst Penelope getting shot. I basically had already planned on my s/i being a forensic sketch artist but I was having a hard time figuring out when I'd come in so when I got to this episode it was like everything kinda fell into place.

About twelve minutes in, Spencer tells Penelope they have a sketch artist coming in (meee :D) to draw up the guy who hurt her. So I figure Spencer and I met a little bit before this scene to discuss the situation.

I end up befriending Penelope during this time and visit with her in the hospital while the others are off doing their job and tracking down the guy who hurt her, and she basically is the one that convinces me to try and become a profiler for the team. Spencer, of course, recognizes me when we get the chance to properly meet months later.

2 has been answered here.

GENERAL:

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

About to go into, like, an insane amount of detail because I was actually daydreaming about this earlier today. Um there will be C.riminal M.inds spoilers for anyone worried about that.

*opens up a timeline of the entire series off-tab*

So, we meet for the first time in season 3, episode 9 (Mid-November 2007). Afterwards, I undergo training at the academy in 2008 January through May, then we meet properly when I graduate and join the team in June.

I'm gonna give myself an aneurysm trying to figure out the exact details to a T, but just trust me, there's an overlap in qualifications needed to be a sketch artist and a special agent (because obviously I wouldn't start off immediately as an SSA- I'm thinking about this way too deeply. Listen if S.eaver can join the team before even graduating from the Academy then I can do something like that too okay. Plus, I have Penelope vouching for me, I'm sure she could pull a few strings where need be).

Anyways uh. Our glorious friendship blossoms over the span of almost a year, coming to a head in season 4, episode 24 (May 2009), where Spencer almost dies due to anthrax poisoning. You know that trope where one person confesses their love because they think they're going to lose the person they love? Yeah, I do that during the ride to hospital, and he remembers but neither of us bring it up again because we are SO DUMB. Woohoo!

Fast forward to season 5, episode 1 (which also takes place in May 2009, if my sources are correct) and Spencer gets shot in the knee, so I end up temporarily moving in with him to make sure he's not all alone with an injury. I become his roommate for about six to seven months to look after him while his knee's healing, and it isn't until after H.otch's wife is killed in season 5, episode 9 (December 2009) that he decides to casually be like "you know I love you too, right?"

We just have this moment where I ask him why he didn't tell me sooner and he says he thought maybe I was just stressed and worried when I'd confessed and didn't want to make me uncomfortable by bringing it up. We kind of just laugh it off and realize we're both dummies for not just talking to each other sooner.

So I guess, in a way, we both took steps to initiate the relationship, but he was the one to finally really bring it up face-to-face. We end up going on an actual date after this and make it official sometime around then.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

I'm gonna try to answer this in less excruciating detail than the last question. I actually talked about this a bit before here. Although I think I'm gonna retcon the part that says we don't hold hands before dating.

Apparently the squeakquel was in theaters December 2009? Imagine how funny it would be if we saw that on our first date.

No but I imagine our first date probably would've been him taking me to see a foreign movie and whispering the translations in my ear and holding hands. We would both be really nervous because oh my god we're going on a date, but then we relax and remember that it's just us. We're best friends, we hang out all the time. But we spend the entire movie mostly focused on each other and smiling like dorks.

I'm back living in my own apartment by this point (but we live in the same complex so it's cool) so he walked me back to my place like a true gentleman and gave me a nervous kiss on the cheek goodnight and a hug. We were both very giddy afterwards and just glad that we didn't have to hide how we felt anymore.

#i'm not going back and proofreading this so i hope this is coherent lmao #casually drops the entire remreid timeline apparently #sorry about that aha #🧠r | pretty boy swag #☕remreid #self ship #selfship #selfship community #ask game💕

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Sounds like I missed put on Zevran. I went into my first DAO playthrough blind and Alistair broke my Dalish heart. Didn't even mean to romance him, couldn't stand him in the beginning, then all of the sudden he got really sweet and I fell. Still working that out in therapy tbh. Also there is no way in heaven, hell, or purgatory that Morrigan is straight, IDC what the code says.

That is literally what I said. I played through the game mostly blind, and only found out a little bit in that I couldn't romance Morrigan because I couldn't initiate her romance, looked it up online, and was told she was straight. I think I went "What a waste" outloud. Both for my playthrough, and for her lmao.

Then I accidentally fell in with Alistair because he gave me a flower and it was really sweet. I had my romance with him for a bit, picked up Zevvy, and then did the whole stupid landsmeet. He broke it off with me, and boy, I was pissed. He wasn't even my type but I gave him a chance because he was so nice and funny-- and then he breaks it off with me because I'm an elf. I called him a little bitch and stopped bringing him anywhere. I genuinely started to like him but all of that went down the drain, even though I technically realized why he broke it off. He asked me to be his mistress and I believe I spit in his face.

I started travelling with Zevran, and we fell in, and boy, I rectified the Alistair mistake fast. I fell hard and fast for Zevran, he confessed (probably a little quicker than he was supposed to because I was most of the way through the game at that point) and then... I died fighting the demon. He was heartbroken. I moved on to DA:2 and it the scene with him is kinda sad when you die. Alistair was also all mopey over it, but fuck him tbh.

This playthrough, I went straight for Zevran (both ways lmao.) He was already at full approval and we were doing the dating thing and I guess it initiated a romance with Alistair too?? (Even though I deliberately avoided those options.) I told Zevran he was the only one for me and busted it off with Alistair because fuck you, dude. Now Alistair is all snarky and shitty with Zevran over it and keeps grilling him for his intentions. Mate, Zevran won't leave because I'm an elf. Get blasted, Ali. My warden stays with him forever and won't die this time.

Honestly, go for Zevran. Like the second he joins the party. 11/10 totally worth it, husband for the ages. He even proposes, technically, and he will stay with you for life. I think it's actually mentioned in the other games as well if you do, especially when he shows up. He'll tell anyone who hits on him that he is 'committed elsewhere' which really sends Isabela for a ride. No one ever thought they'd see Ol' Zevvy tied down I guess, but I managed it.

#morgana and friends

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crazy56u · 1 year

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Computer's finally up and running again, so now I get to spend half an hour translating my notes into what might wind up being two text posts due to Tumblr's character limit that I only just now learned was a thing!

In case you forgot, last week, Ziggy got outed as the antagonist, and Ben got knifed.

And already, we're on the Plane Ride from Hell.

Bold move talking about Evil Ziggy while inside the fucking Project.

The leap is going to rely on Google. Ben is fucked.

Not liking that ominous shot of Ian...

Fuck this Grenadine Fucker.

Ben, slap this child already.

Calling it now: Grandma Zelda dies on this flight.

I've never been in an upper floor plane before, but this First Class cabin checks out.

Hey, Ben, maybe don't remind Addison how you almost died last week?

If the handlink is on a "separate system", then Ziggy ain't offline...

Plot Twist: DB Cooper caused the plane crash somehow...

The fucking elevator music...

"Ben, stop being fucking snippy with my, we got a plane crash to stop."

"I hope you choke." If Addison just jinxed the pilot...

Yeah, fuck you, pilot, Ben has Future Google!

Plot twist: Ben has to land the plane.

"What do I do?" "Get back to work! (leaves)"

Oh God, not him again.

I hope Cory dies.

Yeah, I get the Surgeon General exists in the 1970s, but unfortunately, Joe Camel still has his stranglehold on America.

"Why didn't you ask [Leslie] for help?" "Well, I got knifed."

Who the fuck names their kid "Jim Gently"?

Reddit as a plot point, dear God.

AND HE'S CHOKING, GOOD ONE ADDISON

Double murder? Definitely DB Cooper.

Like I always say: Coffee is poison.

I love how Addison is getting pissed over Ben refusing to make friends.

I will laugh if it turns out Holly is innocent.

Calling it: Cory is the hijacker.

Pills and burbon, he knows how to party.

Ian is going to go rogue at this rate.

"It's not just about Ziggy-" Correct, it's about averting a plane crash, chop chop.

Ben, punch Cory already.

Ah, Cory has no friends, and he finally has a purpose!

...okay, that made me laugh. Get fucked, everyone, Ben was in the right for not trusting Leslie!

Well, things has turned slightly...

So, Cory technically caused this.

Maybe they crashed the plane to kill Cory?

Ben has to "Air Force One" this shit.

Holly, now's not the time to be mad at Ben.

How is this working?

"I hope for the best for your granddaughter, ma'am. (stands) SHE HAS HEALTH ISSUES!"

SPLASH!

"Here, have a gun."

"It's all because of me, isn't it?" Yes.

Oh, fuck, Cory was meant to be the Ben analogue this week.

And Bootleg Abe Vigoda to the rescue!

RIOT!

How did Abe Vigoda's clone not die from that?

Ben is becoming Walter White.

"Ben, fucking make friends already!"

You can tell Addison will never live down her misjuding Leslie as being a friend...

Ben's phoning this in, I see. (ba dum tish)

Night night!

"Cory, you can land this, right?" They are fucked.

"We got five minutes until this plane crashes!" Bet.

Cory, tick tock, choke down that fear of fucking up for once in your fucking life!

BTW, two minutes passed by my estimate.

And Ian finally gets to talk to Ben in the Imaging Chamber!

Ah, Ian patched the Imaging Chamber software, quick and easy handwave.

"Look, I know we have to land this plane, but let's rant about lore!"

DO YOU GET THE MORAL YET?!

My guess is that we aren't being shown Cory fix shit because he's violently crying all the while.

About as clean of a land as when the Foo Fighters did. 5/5

And right on cue, Sleepy Joe wakes up.

And Ben dips once more into the blue.

Lois gets to meet Nixon, oh dear God...

Way to kill the mood, Addison.

Oh, goody, we once again are flying blind.

And Ben is in... the future?

...wait, why is-

"Snowing in LA." ""Nuclear winter..."

...

...did Ziggy fucking nuke the Project?!

[Alrighty then, Addison got shot, that was my theory about why Ben had to save her, so, well, check that box off...]

Okay, next week is going to go hog-fucking-wild it seems. NBC, I know you already renewed the show, but announce Season 3 already.

#quantum leap #the friendly skies #spoilers #d.b. cooper #breaking bad #air force one #foo fighters #learn to fly #joe camel

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dbgdbw · 2 years

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203화

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“Conduct is exemplary, and has a strong sense of responsibility. Diligent. Exemplary. Self-collected and diligent. Has a strong sense of responsibility.”

The contents were all roughly the same. Outstanding grades, and an absence of delinquent behavior. He’d been a splendid model student. Song Taewon had.

“Isn’t all of this a bit too out in the open.”

I hadn’t thought to look for it for a while since it was still technically personal information, but I’d ended up calling up Do Hamin to ask if there was any way he could look into one more person. When I’d told him the person in question was Song Taewon, he’d told me to run an internet search, so I had complied. And everything had actually been listed there.

From basic personal information to assets--was this something that was usually revealed?--and public records, his alma mater, hometown, family relationships, and assorted evaluation histories. It was detailed enough that I wondered if it was really okay. It seemed that things had become subject to open scrutiny as the S-rank Hunter had risen in public office.

“So he was similar to how he is now, even back in high school.”

He’d been super tall back then too, huh. Of course, he still looked a lot younger than he did now, but the expression in the picture and the atmosphere around him seemed to be about the same. …but shouldn’t that not be the case. The high school version seemed to be a bit more relaxed, but still.

“There’s really nothing that seems to be a problem. Not that it’s a bad thing, but……”

Considering the person I was up against, even that aspect increased the feeling of aversion somewhat. An upstanding way of living, devoid of any deviations.

Parents and a younger brother had made up his immediate family. It seemed that he’d lived with his grandparents as well. His mother and dongsaeng had been killed in an accident, and his father had died as collateral during a Dungeon break. I’d been aware that he had no family left. Since he was fairly young, I’d already guessed at the causes being due to accident or illness.

“That probably influenced his upbringing as well.”

Detailed information about the accident wasn’t available. His romantic and personal relationships were unlisted, too. I ran a search, just in case--but since there was so much information to begin with when it came to Song Taewon’s involvement with other Hunters, I found it impossible to parse through the results. I may have also just been bad at searching. It’s not like I would’ve had the prior experience to know how to go about it.

“...it’s not like I’m a mental health counselor.”

It felt like he’d be better off receiving some actual counseling services. Tossing my phone aside, I draped myself on top of the sofa. Chirpie and Velare were riding around and around in circles on top of the roomba. What cuties.

“How troublesome, really.”

It was impossible for me to deal with Song Taewon the way I’d done before, now. Not out of concern for my own safety, but because Song Taewon’s own life was on the line.

If I accidentally provoked him, and then, in order to protect me… Ah, hell.

“...didn’t I just end up looping a leash around my own neck, while being preoccupied about someone else’s.”

I really didn’t know what to do. But I still didn’t want to give up. The same ending, or even a similar one--I didn’t want to see either of them.

“Would it be better if the System, and being Awakened just went away. But it feels like it probably wouldn’t be that simple, either.”

I kind of wondered what would happen if I let him know, that outside of our world, there’s an even greater monster! But I couldn’t imagine his response. I see, so the real monster was somewhere else all along, and even S-ranks are normal humans compared to that! seemed to be too optimistic, probably.

‘Since Choi Seokwon would’ve been an outlier by current standards, maybe I should try leveraging that incident. Would I potentially be stepping on a minefield, if I did.’

If I was going to ask, I was definitely doing it over a call. After holding my head for a while, I picked up my phone again. Ah, right, Section Chief Song. Maybe I’d look up some of his acquaintances. Like from when he was in college, or……

“...uh.”

I’d unconsciously ended up searching for ‘Section Chief Song college.’ ‘Section Chief Song’ would probably return more irrelevant results than ‘Song Taewon.’ I was about to re-do the search with ‘Song Taewon college’ instead, but I caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the image results list.

It was a picture of Song Taewon with a bunch of young children. When I clicked into the relevant post, there was a description explaining that it was from when Section Chief Song had been volunteering while in university.

→ look at the size difference b/w chief song’s and that baby’s hand, it’s wrecking me

→ omg where’d u get this pic??

↳ my friend’s oppa was in section chief-nim’s graduating class(1), so he v graciously supplied it

→ section chief-nim looks more carefree back thenㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Like the comment said, it was a face that seemed a great deal more relaxed. But what was this place. Everything on the message board was either about Section Chief Song or related to Section Chief-nim. On top of all the text threads about Song Taewon, there were a bunch of pictures as well. And they all seemed to be saturated in expressions of affection……

Ah, was this what they called a ‘fansite.’

I saw some crying comments, saying things like ‘isn’t he being overworked’ and ‘I saw him carpooling.’ Going a bit further back, I saw that there were posts on every page from people that were weeping over the compact car. When I went into an archived thread that seemed to have a lot of comments, it was filled with a sea of crying emoticons over the fact that he’d become a complete pedestrian now.

Reading all of that, I’d become saddened as well.

“Really, why does he have to live like that.”

He could at least get a new car. A big one. Even if he had one for office use at the Awakening Center, having to carpool to and from work just wasn’t it. And when he had to commute in his personal time… There probably weren’t very many instances of that to begin with, but still.

In heartfelt commiseration with a faceless, nameless mass, I heaved a sigh and added the site to my favorites list before clicking back out.

“A pet, hmm.”

Among the posts on the site, there was a picture of Song Taewon with a police dog. It seemed to be from some kind of event? Or something, but he still had on a fairly soft expression. Thanks to that, both ‘Section Chief Song, can’t you please raise a pet’ and ‘how could he, when he’s already so busy’ were busy fighting it out in the comments. I abruptly turned to look at Chirpie and Velare.

- 삐약!

Chirpie lifted one wing. How adorable. Your mood and mindset improved when there were cute kids around, no doubt about it. Wasn’t ‘animal therapy’ a thing or something.

Maybe I should procure a mount for Section Chief Song. A monster that could shrink down to a miniature form, and had cute and fluffy fur to pet.

‘It might be possible if I pose it as a donation to the country. Maybe I’ll look into it.’

A dog seemed alright, or a cat… It felt like a rabbit might unexpectedly suit him as well. Though it’d be iffy as a mount. Addressing it as a mount for the nation’s use should also lessen any feelings of apprehension.

…but in that case, Yoohyunie probably had a website like that too, right. Section Chief Song’s fanpage seemed to have a good vibe, so maybe I’d try to look up his, too. Since I hadn’t been caught up in anything lately that would send curses flying at me, it should be fine so long as I avoided looking at the archived threads. Broadcasts had been stressing our improved relationship.

A place where only the people who liked our Yoohyunie were gathered. I hadn’t given it much thought before, but after seeing Chief Song’s own site, I became seized by curiosity. Worrying about him like that, and cherishing him… Wasn’t that really great.

“Would it come up if I searched for ‘Han Yoohyun fansite’?”

Well… No site was coming up. Then, ‘Han Yoohyun fanclub.’ That still wasn’t it. ‘Haeyeon Guild Leader Fansite’ didn’t exist, either.

It couldn’t be, that there wasn’t one? There was no way that would be the case. Our Yoohyunie was handsome, adorable, and outstanding in a variety of ways. If even Sung Hyunjae had fans that would put out a birthday ad for him(2), then there was no way Yoohyunie wouldn’t.

While I was pondering over which search terms to use, I received a call. It was Yerimie.

[ Ahjussi! I’ll be heading straight to the rooftop garden. ]

“Ah, yeah. I’ll head out too.”

As I got up from my seat to depart, Chirpie floated up after me. Velare crawled over as well. If I left the two of them alone while Peace was gone, then they’d probably end up causing a mess again. Collecting them both, I headed up towards the rooftop garden.

Harsh sunlight, a bit too intense to be an autumnal sun yet, shone down. In a moment, it became obscured. Wide-spread wings swooped down soundlessly, with ease. What stood in front of me was a massive griffin.

A griffin whose head, legs, and tail tip were milky white, and a body and wings that gleamed with a golden light. The beak, a strikingly deep gold color, opened wide.

- 꺄아우!

Having vigorously cried out, Blue looked down at me with sparkling blue eyes. Even all grown up, the mischievous light in her eyes remained just the same.

After seeing Yoohyunie off yesterday afternoon, I’d used my Skill on Blue before we started our last training session. Thanks to having played well with her on a regular basis, after one all-nighter, she’d finished maturing completely.

[ Rank 2 Griffin-type ? Golden Griffin Blue

Current Stat Rank S

Possible Advancement Stat Rank A~S

Optimized Initial Skill

바람의 지배자(S) Acquired

황금 화살(A) Acquired

바람 저항(A) Acquired

날카로운 포효(B) Acquired ]

On top of being stat rank S, she’d acquired all of her initial Skills. She’d grown up very handsomely.

- 삐약.

Chirpie, who’d been in my embrace, opened its beak after seeing Blue as if it was shocked. I thought it might’ve been taken aback because she’d suddenly gotten so big, but spreading both its wings wide, it gave a (relatively) loud cry.

- 삐야악!

…was that supposed to be an imitation of Blue. Velare, who had been watching Chirpie while wrapped around my wrist, telescoped upwards and stiffened her body.

- 시이익!

Kids, what are you doing. Blue, no. Don’t you start. Papa’s eardrums are gonna burst.

“Blue really did finish growing!”

Yerimie said, having just flown down from the Haeyeon Guild building. While hopping up to gladly greet her, Blue’s tail movements splintered a small tree. …just in case, I should keep Eunhae activated just a bit. B-rank should be fine.

“That’s right, Blue-yah! You’re super handsome!”

- 꺄아 꺅!

The two eagerly clung onto each other, jumping excitedly. Just be a bit more mindful, please. The floor tiles of the garden were already developing cracks.

“It must be nice for Blue. Getting to grow up that fast! Why can’t I grow fast too? Even though Myungwoo oppa managed to get way bigger in just three months.”

Dissatisfied, Yerimie disclosed that her height had gone up a bit, but that it didn’t amount to much.

“You’re still a minor. If you Awaken before you’re twenty, then it’s only to the point of growing a bit faster than you would’ve while going through puberty normally. And besides, Myungwoo is a special case.”

Hunters with mid- to high-rank Stats tended to be above-average in physique, even before Awakening. Moon Hyuna had originally been close to 180cm, and I remembered Choi Seokwon’s height being listed as over 180cm on his profile. Even when you grew a bit after Awakening, the difference was typically 5cm or less. But for defense-types, it’d been said that there had been instances where they’d grown 10cm or more.

It wasn’t that there weren’t cases of low Stats appearing for those in good physical shape, but most professional athletes tended to warrant at least E-rank or above. As a result, the professional sports scene worldwide had been left in shambles. Though an Awakened league had popped up soon enough.

On the other hand, Myungwoo had started off with F-rank Stats. Since he’d already finished growing, I assumed that his growth rate had been accelerated to match his Stats. Though I didn’t know for certain, since nothing like this had happened even prior to regressing. There had been cases where someone’s Stats had advanced by a level or so, but that advancement in itself had taken years. Noah had, too.

“Blue-yah, we’re going together to a Dungeon today.”

- 꺄우.

“But you said you guys were up all night training. Will it be alright?”

“No sweat. A single night isn’t a problem for you, either. She would’ve slept during the morning, too, and if it’s an A-rank Dungeon, she’ll be able to rest in the middle if she gets sleepy.”

As she’d finished maturing just in time for Yerimie’s Dungeon raid, it was decided that Blue would tag along. Until a suitable partner appeared, Blue would be participating in Dungeon raids with Yerimie or Moon Hyuna as primaries. I’d already talked things over with Moon Hyuna yesterday, too.

As she was one of my wards, I’d also be receiving a portion of the rewards coming out from the Dungeon raid’s profits. At first, I’d wondered if it was really necessary, but Moon Hyuna had assured me that it would definitely be in my best interest, so I’d even drawn up a contract.

“Your raid preparations are all finished?”

“I’ve got everything well packed. There shouldn’t be anything dangerous anyway, since we’re only practicing our teamwork.”

Asking what I was worried about with two S-ranks on the team, Yerimie laughed.

“The container truck Blue’s gonna ride in is ready, too. Half of the container’s roof can open up. There’s a grate in place, though.”

Even if the grate was there, it only amounted to a signpost asking please don’t go outside. Since Blue would be able to break it apart very easily.

After checking on Blue’s condition, we crossed over to Haeyeon Guild. I could see the container truck Yerimie had mentioned parked in the Guild-use parking lot. When I handed the Owner’s Mark over to Yerimie, Blue cocked her head quizzically.

“Blue-yah, please take good care of me!”

As Yerimie’s hand shot up in the air, Blue’s beak met her lightly. She didn’t appear to have any reservations, so that was a relief.

The team still numbered very few. With one healer, two buffers and tankers each, and one DPS, they were six in total. Ha Eunha, who I’d seen in the previous ranking battles, was here too. All of them were older than Yerimie.

“Aside from the healer, everyone recruited was done so under recommendation of Hunter Bak Yerim.”

Seok Shimyoung said, having approached me. Since rank-compatible healers were so few, it was a given that the choice would be out of their hands.

“Though, I did at least recommend that she give preference to female Hunters when deciding on the configuration.”

I suddenly remembered what Moon Hyuna had mentioned before.

“I believe that to be the preferred case, as well.”

“As a matter of course. And as Hunter Bak Yerim is especially young, it is easy for others to look down on her. Even when they appear to be deferential in front of others, there are many cases where it turns out that they were plotting otherwise behind their backs. Our Guild also had to weed out many such characters at the beginning.”

Seok Shimyoung smiled bitterly, saying that there had been many who had been laboring under the misapprehension that they would be able to control Yoohyunie, just because he was young and they were an adult.

“We’re still in the transitional period. Once a bit more time passes, the Hunter world will care less about age or gender, and rank will start taking precedence. Though that will likely give rise to a different set of problems in rank-based discrimination. Even now, rank and partisanship-based discrimination runs fairly rampant.”

Saying that achieving perfection was a difficult endeavor, he continued.

“Is that not the reason for the existence of law and due process. Even when there is inequality, inequity should be reduced where possible.”

I’d thought so even back when he intervened in that situation with Kim Minnie, but Seok Shimyoung seemed to hold a keen interest in Hunter discrimination cases. …though, as someone who’d suffered at his hands before, it was something that made me feel oddly.

Since I wouldn’t have had a reason to run into Seok Shimyoung before Awakening, it might be that he’d already been aware of Yoohyunie’s situation, back when things had really been hard pre-regression. So he might’ve been intentionally cold in his approach to me because of that. …I hoped that was the case. I couldn’t be sure, since I’d only received portions of Yoohyunie’s memories.

“Shall we go now! No, I mean—let’s go!”

Saying that it felt awkward to speak using commanding language, Yerimie smiled cheekily. In case Blue suddenly became anxious after going into the container, I followed her inside as well.

“Yerim-ah, why are you coming in too?”

“It might be temporary, but she’s my mount. Of course I have to pay special attention to her.”

What a commendable thing you’ve said. If we met up with the Newcomer this time, I’d have to make sure not to forget to ask about both Yerimie and Song Taewon’s mounts. Then, the container’s entrance closing, the car departed.

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(1) 동기 = contemporary/cohort, important social concept & different kinds, but in this instance it’s for ‘university year/graduating class peer’ (i.e. ‘class of x’) with the context. other ways it can be used is for ‘입사동기’ -> ‘entry contemporary’ for work, when u get hired in the same batch, or army service, etc.

(2) kr fandom tradition of buying subway advertisement space for anniversaries, notably birthdays, for their respective idol/celebrity/etc. usually organized by fansites/fanclubs as a collective gesture

#203화 #the s classes that i raised

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Auntie Soka and Little Leia (and Rex) : Chapter 3

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In which we run into some old friends, who may or may not know they are in fact friends.

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Showing up in a seedy bar on a no-name planet is much less stressful in the company of a known, dangerous quantity like Jango Fett. Sure, there’s still a risk someone will try to take her charges—though they’d both object strenuously to being called that—but Jango’s implicit involvement in their safety does enough that she can relax.

The drinks for the younger two are just water. Adults in mind they may be, but their livers certainly aren’t. Fett gets a club soda, and Sokari is more amused than she should be that he refuses to drink on the job. The three of them certainly haven’t been a calming presence in his life.

“Torrent? Getting anything?” Fett prompts.

“She old enough to drink?” the bartender asks.

“Yes,” Fett says, an edge to his words that Soka isn’t entirely sure she likes. “Hey, what do you want?”

What does she— “Caff. Nerf milk, two sugars.”

What she really wants is tea, but she’s long since learned that trying tea in a back alley shithole will only make her wistful and miserable as she thinks about how much better Obi-Wan’s had been.

At least she’s used to caff being shitty, and covering up the taste with something else. The only times she’s ever had good caff were as a guest in a rich person’s home, which has mostly just meant grabbing a drink when she broke into Bail’s office once a year.

(He always got so tired when she told him about the holes in his security, but it had been a game. His annoyance was a farce. His fatigue was real, but the parts relating to her weren’t.)

(She’ll have to talk to Leia about her grief.)

(At some point.)

Fett grabs them a booth. It’s weird and she’s not a fan, but it’s… not terrible. If she tries, she can almost pretend the man across from her is just another middle-aged clone trooper. Rex’s complicated mix of emotions over the situation sure isn’t helpful, but he’s long since learned how to shut away distracting or distressing emotions behind mental shields so she can work.

Or just. Sit there. With caff. Trying not to have a breakdown.

Then you will d--

Nope. Not thinking about that.

“Your contact is late,” Leia mutters.

Fett makes a small noise. “It happens in this line of work.”

Leia scoffs. Sokari knocks an ankle to hers, but Leia just looks away. Rex isn’t going to be helpful, either.

Sokari really wishes they could have just stayed behind on the ship while Fett did his thing, but he doesn’t trust them that far. He doesn’t really trust them at all, and certainly not enough to leave them behind with his ship.

“The hell did you have a kid, Jango?”

The tension flees, mostly. There is a third—fifth, technically—party to take the weight of the conversation now.

“Hello, Silas,” Fett says. “Take a seat.”

The Mandalorian looks between Rex and Fett a few times, and then pulls his own helmet off and gestures. “What the frip?”

“Does he look young enough to be mine?”

The Mando’s face twitches. “I mean… wild oats do happen. Sometimes. You did get drunk a lot after Jaster died…”

Fett rolls his eyes. “Sit down, man.”

Silas sits down. He eyes Rex first, for obvious reasons, and then Leia—too small to register as a threat to a grown, fully-trained commando, so mostly just strange—and landing on Sokari.

“Slicer?” he guesses. “Or sniper.”

She raises a brow. “You think he hired me?”

“You’re old enough for the kinds of jobs he runs,” the Mando says. He glances at Fett. “Unless you finally picked up a droid that could do the kind of slicing you need…”

“Shut up,” Fett says. It’s oddly mild. “Torrent’s with the kids. I’m giving them a ride.”

The Mando’s brow furrows. “But that one…”

“Jango Fett,” Rex spits, “is not my father.”

Fett’s face does something complicated and ugly, and Ahsok—Sokari, it’s Sokari now—can’t help but pity him a little. Sure, he’s already done a whole lot of horrible things, but none of the ones that Rex is angry at him for. Soka’s done plenty of shitty things herself, in the pursuit of a higher goal.

“He’s blood,” Fett says, after a few moments of awkward silence where nobody quite knows what to do. “Beyond that… it’s complicated. His first loyalty is to her—” he gestures at Sokari, “—and she needs to get the little one to Coruscant. I’m… helping.”

“Without payment?” the Mandalorian prompts.

Fett glares. “He’s blood. I’m not—you know what happened to Arla, Silas. I’m not turning my back on that.”

Rex mutters something too low for human ears to pick up. Sokari, of course, hears it perfectly.

“Didn’t stop you from dropping the lot of us like bantha poodoo.”

Silas—she should probably call him by name, if only in her own head—looks like he’s trying very hard to ignore the web of complicated familial bullshit going on and only mostly succeeding. “Okay. So… business?”

Fett sighs. “Originally, I wanted to see if you’d gotten any information on a bounty I was looking into, but priorities have changed.”

Silas raises a brow. “Yeah? We taking back Mandalore?”

Fett slams a fist down on the table. “Would you quit it with that?”

Well, that escalated quickly.

“We need a Mand’alor—”

“Kryze is doing fine!” Fett snaps. “I may not like her, but she’s older than I was, and actually trained for the bureaucratic bullshit. She’s got popular support and knows the whole… agricultural, economic, education stuff. Kriff it, she wants the seat? Fine. She probably won’t kick off a fight that gets all her people killed because she panicked and started shooting.”

“You’d just come out of being tortured—”

“And,” Fett hisses, “I do not have the resources to do ‘take back’ Mandalore. I do not have an army. I do not have money. I barely have my ship and the armor on my back.”

“The clans would support you.”

“I don’t want their support,” Fett says. “Drop it.”

“But Mand’a—”

“I said drop it, Silas,” Fett grinds out. “I don’t have a plan. She does. If things start going downhill, then maybe I’ll give it another shot, but she’s barely been there a month, and she’s already fixing up the infrastructure Kyr’tsad took out. The Duke trained her for this.”

Silas doesn’t back down. “Every Duke and Duchess in our history has done better with a Mand’alor at their side. You know that.”

“Kryze doesn’t want one,” Fett says. “For fuck’s sake, Silas, I’m still recovering. Just let it go.”

Sokari tilts her head. Recovering? From what?

“Fine. For now,” Silas says. “Does it at least have to do with Mandalore?”

Fett doesn’t meet his eyes.

“That’s a yes, then,” Silas decides. “Please tell me you don’t want me to work for the Evaar’ade. I don’t have it in me to put up with the priss and pomp.” [1]

“Too bad,” Fett mocks. He rubs a hand over his face. “Kyr’tsad is still around.” “She’s having all the warriors deported to Concordia,” Silas grouses. “They have someone to keep an eye on the situation. Even those with leanings are going to be under watch unless they leave the systems like we did, and you know they won’t be coming home if they were that dedicated to the lifestyle.”

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[1] Evaar’ade – lit. ‘new (noun) children’, short for Evaar’la Mando’ade, which would be ‘new (adj) Mandalorians’

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#Ahsoka Tano #Jango Fett #Captain Rex #Leia Organa #Silas the Mandalorian #phoenix files #star wars #the clone wars #sw rebels #sw legends #time travel #Depa Billaba

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elliebartlets · 12 days

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veronica mars rewatch 2x01: normal is the new watchword

• before I get into this season I’m gonna say what I remember from it: the bus crash that kills a bunch of students, including Meg :(, a scandal with a baseball coach who is the father of Krysten Ritter, and uh…that’s all I got lol. Oh and Duncan and Meg having a baby and Duncan running off (again lol) with the baby after Meg dies or something? like I definitely remember the bigger stuff but the minute details I’m like 🤷🏽‍♀️🫠 I’m sure there’s more stuff I’ll remember when I get to it but that’s all I remember for now. anyway moving on

• “you’re an 09er now..”

ok but she was technically an 09er before Lilly died. For like a very long time. So…

• oh shit yeah the cliffhanger of who showed up at the door. I’m guessing Wallace. Logan’s probably off being tortured by Weevil.

• god dammit it was Logan. Weevil already got to him.

• omg he was framed for killing one of the PCH bikers???

• also does he know his dad killed Lilly yet??

• it’s very telling and annoying, but also realistic, that Veronica only decided to help the people she likes. like she had no interest in finding out why that one guy failed the drug test until Wallace and Meg did.

• also I didn’t think cheerleaders were even drug tested…

• ahh they added dick and beaver to the main credits. lowkey a jump scare.

• oh god I remember Jackie. I did not like her at all. Maybe I’ll change my mind on this rewatch.

• “Got any enemies you know about?”

“Well there’s the Klan.”

Wallace 💀

• ugh they turned Meg into a bitch. It’s not bad writing per se bcause it’s in character for a teenager girl to be mad at another teenage girl, and in this case Meg is pissed at Veronica because Duncan broke up with Meg because of Veronica, but like cmon. I liked Meg.

• damn they really threw in a whole Logan killed a PCHer plot in less than one episode

• Veronica and her dads relationship is so strange and funny but I love it

• since when does principal Clemons have a kid????

• “eat any mystery brownies lately?”

I did that once. Did not know it was a “funny brownie”. Do not recommend.

• ohhh this field trip Veronica’s talking about this must be the one where the bus goes over the cliff

• holy shit I forgot charisma carpenter was in this!!

• I think this was the first thing I saw her in lol

• dude i can’t believe logan just made a sexual gesture with his hand and that aired on television like what

• I can’t believe Veronica convinced Mr. Clemons to listen in on the parents who hacked the drug test

• she’s dating Duncan now???

• ok she broke up with Logan because of how he’s been acting. Which I get, and there’s only so much she can take and doesn’t want to be associated with him and his actions, but I think it’s a little tone deaf for her to say she thought he’d move on and be him again. I’m not making excuses for Logan like he shouldn’t be terrorizing the town, but he is so beyond traumatized and has no one. How should he be acting?

• “Mrs. Dumbass”

“It’s Dumas, Dick.”

Alrjdjsshshha please I hate Dick with a passion but he has his moments

• omg Dick is talking about how the bus smells and that’s probably why it fucking crashed

• and Logan’s sleeping with Kendall Casablancas

• oh this baseball player is Jackie’s dad

• oh I remember now. Veronica tries to make amends with Meg so she takes the bus with her cause Meg refuses to take the limo with Veronica, but then they stop at a gas station and Veronica left behind so she’s thankfully not on the bus when it goes over.

• just think, if only Meg didn’t hold such a huge grudge and rode in the damn limo she wouldn’t die later!!

• also her being a petty bitch just saved Veronica’s life

• very interesting that Weevil would offer to give Veronica a ride despite everything that’s happened

• guys this was a wild ride and it’s only the first episode (I say guys as if multiple people read these, when I’m pretty sure only one person does lmao)

#vmars #veronica mars #vmars rewatch #normal is the new watchword

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My Mate - Chapter 2 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

The fair was always held at the baseball field behind the strip of businesses.

I had to jog a few times to catch up with their long strides but for the most part, it didn't seem like they were intentionally trying to leave me behind.

"What should we do first? Maybe get a funnel cake. Or... or we can do that game where we can win a fish."

The one time I actually won a fish, it died the next day.

Probably from carrying it around in a bag for so long.

"Um, I think we should win a fish last," I decided.

They didn't respond so I took that as an agreement.

We didn't have to stand in line long and Calvin and Robert only paid for access but I got some tickets for the Ferris wheel, which is pretty much the only ride not for small children.

I followed behind them closely, noticing a few of our pack mates but there were humans too.

The smell of popcorn and fried food was heavy in the air.

Peoples easy laughter and children's squeals of excitement made everything seem more alive.

They didn't seem to be going anywhere specific and everything was going fine for awhile.

It's true what they say about good things not lasting forever.

"Didn't you want a funnel cake?" Calvin asked.

I knew he wasn't really asking and I took the hint to stop following them.

Standing there for awhile, watching them get lost in the crowd and then spinning in circles, I decided to just go get food.

The line for a funnel cake was long but I didn't mind.

It's not like there's anyone waiting for me.

I watched a group of young humans where they stood around talking and laughing.

That's when I started to wonder if living as a human would be so bad.

In school they didn't talk to me because majority of our classmates are Werewolves and they made it so I wasn't approachable.

Like talking to me would be social suicide.

It was my own kind that secluded me from everything and then made it so everyone else did too.

What would it be like living in a city populated mostly by humans?

After getting a funnel cake, a corn dog and a basket of french fries, I went to the picnic tables and sat at a empty one.

Stuffing a fry in my mouth, I looked around awkwardly.

Onyx eyes met my own and I smiled at Dad in his police uniform.

When he didn't smile back my own slipped and I looked back down at my food.

This wasn't so fun anymore and it was a reminder of why I stopped coming to these things.

A basket of fries sat down across from me and I looked up.

"Hey pup."

"Hey dad."

I didn't try to smile again and started eating my corn dog.

Dad didn't talk but he never really does, I guess that's where Calvin gets it from.

He eventually left because he was technically supposed to be working and I got up to wonder around again.

I was contemplating walking home until I caught sight of Jasper in a brown sweater and dark jeans.

He was with his friends Nathaniel and Bradley but I didn't care.

I put on my biggest smile.

"Hi," I chirped excitedly, gaining all of their attention.

"Hey, Torin," Jasper said and I almost melted.

I can't wait until my birthday.

You see, I know we'll be Mates because Jasper already turned eighteen but he can't feel the bond until I'm eighteen too.

"Oh, I came here with Robert and Calvin."

I said absently, my eyes tracing Jasper's clean jaw up to his light brown eyes.

They reminded me of caramel.

I should get a candy apple.

"Robert's here?" Jasper asked, finally looking down at me.

I smiled big and nodded.

"Well... um... we should go find him."

"No, we don't need your help," Bradley snickered.

My mouth opened but no words came out.

Jasper offered a smile before the three walked around me.

My shoulders sagged and I turned the opposite way to go to the Ferris wheel.

Maybe I should of asked Jasper to ride with me.

I handed the guy my tickets and he made sure the bar was locked.

The ride up was slow because people were getting on still but when I was at the top, I could see everything.

It felt like I was on top of the world.

I could see dad talking with some of the other officers, all Werewolves.

I finally found Calvin and Robert.

They were at a game with a group of people, Robert had some female hanging off him while he threw darts and Calvin was off to the side talking with another female.

The Ferris-wheel started moving when I caught sight of Jasper and his friends again.

Jasper wore a bright smile that made me smile but it was quickly replaced with a frown when I noticed he was talking to Kelly Webb.

The ride went around another time before stopping to let people off.

When it was my turn to get off, I smiled politely at the older male before slipping down the stairs and falling in front of the long line of people.

My face burned from embarrassment as they laughed.

Some were nice enough to try and be discreet about it but others laughed without a care.

I scrambled up and ran in the direction I'd last seen my brother.

It wasn't a good idea and I bumped into someone, cold soda spilling down the front of my hoodie.

I gasped, pulling the drenched fabric away from my skin.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," the guy growled.

I nodded, apologizing quickly before walking around him.

I didn't run this time and I did watch where I was going.

Calvin wasn't at the game they were at but he wasn't far.

He was talking to some dark haired female who was eating cotton candy.

Hesitantly, I tapped his shoulder and he looked back at me.

His smile fell as he took in my soaked hoodie.

"Really, Torin? It hasn't even been three hours."

I fidgeted with my fingers, not really knowing what to say.

I wasn't going to ask if we could leave, if that's what he thought.

I just wanted to stay with them the rest of our time here.

The female Calvin was talking to moved beside him and looked me over.

"How do you know the Runt?"

"He's my brother."

"Woah."

"Yeah," Calvin grumbled, turning away from me.

After standing around for twenty minutes, I left them and the fair grounds behind.

Instead, I sat on the curb in front of the closed ice cream parlor so I was by Robert's car.

I didn't want to be left behind.

I didn't even get a fish.

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