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therainnight · 1 year

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Me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd.

Warning: I'm no writer. English is my second language AND this is me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd.

Of course, there is no beta reader. this is me blathering

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hear me out- omega!Lloyd.

Yeah I know he must suit for being beta but I like the chaos of Suho and others that not is baron or baroness, don’t know if Lloyd is omega.

Originally, his death isn’t only because of drinking too much but also consumed heat suppressant pills for a long time and won’t let his body have heat after the first time it happened, and because of that most people think he is beta.

Unfortunately, Kim Suho aka our beloved young master takes his body without this knowing this. He did notice the pill bottle on the bedside table but don’t think too much about it. (In his defense, “it a pill bottle with no label. Who would dare to touch it?”)

The story continues like now it in the novel or webcomic. There was once or twice, Javier noticed a new scent coming from Lloyd. VERY SUS. At first, Javier thinks that Lloyd has a secret meeting with omega to steal the weird knowledge that recently Lloyd possessed but that theory has to drop out because Javier is with Lloyd 24/7 after he picks up Lloyd from passing out on the road on a faithful day.

Lloyd knows only a few things about this second-gender thing. “The knight of blood and iron” is focused on Javier’s knighthood journey more than the second gender. He knows what beta, omega, and alpha are but just that it.

After the mining & ant incident, it the moment that Lloyd learned about his real second gender. He learned from the mouth of his family doctor. At first, the doctor praised Lloyd for his choice of choosing to stop drinking after that he praised him for stopping taking heat suppressant pills and letting his body free for once, doing what it was designed for.

“Heat? What?” Lloyd asked but the doctor didn’t notice and keep talking.

“It’s good that now you consider your health, young master. But just completely stopping consuming heat suppressants immediately is kind of dangerous. I will write a new set of pills for u to stable your system, ok?”

“Oh and please don’t take it the wrong way but now you're out of pills, I think you should consider wearing a collar for your own protection.”

“I know. Sir Asrahan is trustworthy and noble alpha but as you always said to your soldier, safety first! Hahaha” the doctor laughed softly.

Before Lloyd could ask doctors more about this “heat” and pills. Baron and baroness break into the room and hug him while telling how they were glad that Lloyd is awake and safe. After a joyful family drop-down. Baron tells Lloyd that he knows about Lloyd's decision to stop taking heat suppressants. The baron presents Lloyd with a collar with the Frontera symbol on it. He said that ask for a mage to cast a spell cast on it to become invisible when the user wears it.

“I know how much you hate people knowing about it but please, think as to help ease your father and mother’s mind.”

Lloyd was confused but agreed to what the baron and baroness begged him for. Good for Lloyd, He wasn’t alone. Javier was also confused.

Nowadays, young master Lloyd has this- bewitching scent coming right off him. At first is very dilute, if it is not because of his sharp sense and of the time they spend together. He won’t notice it but now it becomes more clear and stronger. It smells like chocolate mostly but also another sweet scent that makes a sweet tooth like Javier crave for some.

On one relaxed night, The one that Lloyd can have a routine like normal people. He finished his bath, ready to put Javier into dreamland but Javier have some business before joining him in his bedroom. Lloyd rolls around on the queen-size bed. Lloyd can’t help but feel uneasy and annoyed with how his bed is.

Everyone would have some moments like this. When you feel like the bed is not right and they fix the bed until you feel comfortable again.

So Lloyd spend time waiting for Javier to fix his bed until he felt satisfied. He fluffs 4 pillows that he has. He keeps arranging it but is still unsatisfied.

‘Tomorrow was my day off!! I will have a good quality night's sleep today!!!’

Before he knows he collects the many pillows and blankets as much as he can. While Lloyd arranges his bed like a madman he notices Javier’s pink pillow on the chair near his bed. He picks the pink pillow up. Look around it. Before hugging it to test the quality of the pillow. Turn out it is perfect!

Lloyd replaced the pink pillow with his own pillow while thinking Javier won’t mind him borrowing this pillow just for one day.

-knock- -knock-

“Master Lloyd. It’s me”

“Ah! Come in.”

Javier didn’t prepare his heart for what he witnessed after he opened the door. The usually normal bed is now full of pillows and blankets. Anyone can see that each item has gone through a lot of calculations to determine where to put it.

‘I- it looks like a nes-‘ before Javier can end his thoughts suddenly Lloyd pops out.

“Ha ha! Lo and behold! This is my fortress!”

“....Young master, what are you doing?”

“...make my bed? ANYWAY! come join me! it's very comfy, you know~? Want to sleep with this big brother tonight~?”

“..with all the respect, sir. I have to refuse- wait. Is that my pillow?”

"oh-AH. Yes. I will borrow it today! "

"You have a ton of pillow, Sir. Why you must borrow mine? please give it to me"

"What-? Did I just hear SIR KNIGHT ASRAHAN say he can't sleep without his pink pillow? don't worry. I won't tell a soul."

"--!"

Javier moves closer to the bed with a fortress(?) make of pillows. To be honest, the nest- no- the bed looks very comfy and neat but he can't let himself go along with what this trash human planned.

Thank you for reading! :3

#tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan #javilloyd #or is it #javillo #omegaverse #omega!lloyd #alpha!Javier #not a writer #me blabbing #my art #doodle

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eoieopda · 1 year

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hi lovely! for the 2k drabblepalooza, could I get Jin and friends to lovers? I just 🫡 ( i feel like he'd be perfect for it <33)

lmao, i went to pinterest before i started writing because that’s where i get the photos i use for fic headers. i am not exaggerating that i got sidetracked and spent ehhhhhh an entire hour just smiling fondly at my phone like a fool

the one with seokjin and the marathon

ft. childhood bestie seokjin, a critical analysis of rupaul’s drag race, and someone’s penchant for rapping while they rant.

It’s baffling, really, how you can be presented with the same circumstances — over and over — for two (2) decades and still not learn your lesson.

If you know anything at all, it’s that you should know better. You don’t, though, because all time seems to have done is weather down the ridges of your brain until experiences like this one slide right off.

Coincidentally, that’s precisely what happens to your tumbler full of coffee, which you’d had precariously balanced on top of your stack of books as you unlock your apartment. More specifically, when you unlock your apartment and find a half-slumped body on your couch.

Underscored by an unjustifiably startled gasp, your travel mug hits the hardwood floor with a dull clang and rolls somewhere unseen. Your saucer-wide eyes lock onto the unexpected head of black hair resting back against the cushion behind it, even though — realistically — you should expect this by now.

You gave him a key years ago, after all.

“Seokjin, you scared me,” you whine, but all you get is an absent-minded wave in response.

He’s too focused on whatever it is he’s watching to turn away from the laptop perched on your coffee table. From where you stand, you can’t see the screen — or the subtitles that would make sense of all the English flooding your ears.

“How long have you been here?”

It’s a mumble, he’s transfixed, but you think you hear him say, “Episode two.”

After accepting that vague reply, you shrug; then set your new — to you, anyway — used books onto the nearby console table. A quiet jingle rings out as you sling your keys over their designated hook. Then, once your hands are free, you wriggle free of the corduroy jacket and crossbody bag that weigh you down at your doorstep. With those quickly tucked into your hallway closet, you kneel down to unzip your boots.

Despite your thick, wool socks, the floor in your apparently heatless apartment is freezing. You hiss without meaning to, creep on tiptoe through your kitchen as if the floor is lava — or, more accurately, a lake not quite frozen enough to be trustworthy. You don’t stop until you find your runaway tumbler in its hiding place near the dishwasher. Thankfully, the absurd price proved itself worthwhile; your scorching hot coffee is still trapped where it belongs.

Your chilled hands cling to that warmth as you hop towards the rug splayed out over the adjoining living room floor. In a flash, you skirt around the coffee table, take up your usual spot on the couch, and promptly do what you do best: shove your frozen feet under the thighs of one shockingly patient Kim Seokjin. Relieved in an instant, you let go of a satisfied sigh.

He doesn’t react beyond a tiny smile, still staring intently ahead with thoughtfully narrowed eyes glued to the screen ahead. Too cold to wait, you take a hearty swig from your mug and immediately regret it. Your poor taste buds may be withering, but it’s a sudden realization that nearly makes you spit molten coffee out onto Seokjin’s lap.

For the record, you don’t.

“You’re watching RuPaul’s Drag Race?” You cough while blinking rapidly through forming tears. Seokjin, as if in a trance, lifts his hand and pats your back firmly — twice — to wordlessly assist you through your mild choking fit.

Still shocked by this development, you persist, “Without me?” Your brain is thoroughly scrambled, so you amend, “Without me making you?”

You’d blathered on about this show in particular for years. Adored it, avoided making plans if they would conflict with new episodes. And all the while, you nudged Seokjin, asked him repeatedly if he was ever going to give in and join you. Every time, he said he’d add it to the list.

Seokjin and that goddamn non-existent list.

It drove you absolutely nuts that Seokjin rarely watched anything new. No matter how much you’d rave about something or how many other people would tell him he’d love it, he’d watch the same, short list of shows and movies on a rotating basis. You’d nearly dropped dead when he’d watched an Oscar-nominated movie in the same year it was released — but that was 2008 and it was a Batman film.

You still maintain that this deviation from pattern doesn’t count.

Maybe it’s not necessary for you to see the screen any better, but something in your frazzled little lizard brain tells you to scoot closer. You don’t fight it; you untuck your thawed feet from under his lap, drape your legs over his lap, and lean in to rest your head on his shoulder. Seokjin doesn’t react, and this time, you can’t attribute that fact to his fixation on the lip sync performance.

For once, you can’t even pretend to be surprised.

None of this closeness was out of the ordinary. If you were telling the truth, it would be unsettling if you’d ever hung out with Seokjin without one or both of you hanging on to the other. You hope the day never comes where you find out what that feels like. Though you’re certainly not a doctor, your best guess is that it’d be a very rare kind of phantom limb pain.

You don’t bother to unpack why you feel that way, though. You simply nestle into the same comfort you’d always relied on and join him in watching two men in wigs spinning and kicking to Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair.” Neither of you says a word.

It’s not until the performance is over that you realize Seokjin’s arm had, at some point, shifted from his lap. Now, it’s draped over your shoulder; and you’re closer than you were before. When did that happen?

“You’re already on season five?”

You don’t know why you’re whispering. Is it because you don’t want to interrupt Roxxxy Andrews’ tearful monologue about being left at a bus stop as a toddler, or because his face is right there?

The latter.

It’s the latter and oh, god, his cheek looks so soft. Your last brain cell is screaming at you to place your lips there, so you bite down on them instead.

Seokjin laughs as he continues to watch the drama unfold, like the answer is obvious. “Told you I’d add it to the list. I have to study up if I want Friday nights back.”

Something about this statement makes your heart flutter. The confirmation that the list is real and not some urban legend? The fact that he misses your unspoken yet semi-standing plans to do whatever? You feel another weird compulsion — this time, to cry — but you ignore it.

Instead, you timidly ask another question. “Do you like it so far?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked because you can’t say your prepared for how he might answer. Nothing is more nerve-wracking than offering up something you love for review by someone you love. Of course, it’s disappointing if they don’t end up liking it, but it’s soul-crushing if they have no reaction — and Seokjin hasn’t reacted.

You chew on your bottom lip and brace yourself for the worst.

“Don’t think I’ll ever understand,” he sounds something akin to annoyed and your high hopes crash-land in the pit of your stomach.

Jesus.

It was a gamble, asking your heterosexual, male friend to watch an absurd reality show — in a language neither of you speak — that centers around drag queens and their outlandish personalities. You knew this and you’d hoped that the only real barrier to him enjoying it was language.

When he tears his eyes away to look at you for the first time, your heart and brain both stop on a dime. There’s a pensive crease between his eyebrows, making you swallow in anticipation.

“If you’re going to do a wig reveal, why would you do it in the middle of a verse?”

You didn’t hear a starting whistle, but that doesn’t stop Seokjin from sprinting through his rant.

“No, seriously! If you’re lip-synching for — your — life, —” After emphasizing those three words with gentle yet impassioned pats on your shins, he sucks in a breath and lets the rest of his words fly out like machine gun fire.

“— against Alyssa Edwards, of all people — why wouldn’t you time your stunt with the music? Am I wrong? There was no crescendo! Not even a beat drop, just this very casual — oh, let me shrug off this first wig like I just got home from —”

Seokjin doesn’t get to finish what he started. Before you can even think once about it, you cradle his flushed cheeks in your hands and kiss him, hard. In the process, you shut him and that needy voice in your head right up.

When your own shock wears off, you expect him to pull away. You expect you to pull away. Wrong on both counts — yet again — you melt into him as his right hand shifts. Now anchored at the back of your neck instead of doodling mindless shapes over your cardigan, he presses himself closer to you until you can feel his pulse racing against your rib cage.

Experimentally, your tongue laves over the plush bottom lip you’d been staring at in wonder for years. Seokjin surprises you once again by opening up, groaning quietly into your mouth as you breach that perimeter and card your fingers through his hair.

You’re ready to throw yourself all the way into his lap — straddle him if you have to, just to kiss him deeper — but he pulls back, panting. You try very hard to swallow a whine. You fail miserably.

He stares at you like your answer might stop the world from spinning: “Does this mean you agree with me?”

“Seokjinie,” you snort as your laughter forces you to go limp in his lap. Your forehead bumps against his; it doesn’t hurt, but there are tears in your eyes, nonetheless. You wheeze, “It’s iconic!”

His eyes widen so much that you can see flecks of previously undiscovered amber within the deep brown. “It could be more iconic,” Seokjin rebuts, absolutely incredulous, “Think about it. If she had just —”

Flabbergasted, you interject with feigned offense and a gasp, “— You can’t show up ten entire years late to the party and start critiquing —”

“— I’ll do whatever I want, thank you very much,” he huffs, though a playful smirk is forming and causing his lip to twitch. He looks so pleased when you stop arguing and purse your lips.

You take the bait. Tilting your head slightly to the side, you hum, “Oh? Is that so, Kim Seokjin?”

It’s answer enough when he kisses you again.

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baylardian-1 · 1 year

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i might flesh these out more i might not lol. some of them i felt INSPIRED on and some i didnt. :V also had names in mind for some of them and not for others lol. generally speaking the idea is that the voyager crew and the maquis are like, two groups in conflict. starfleet is a warren, and the maquis are just a bunch of deserter rogue bunnies causing problems who janeway (Haven) is set out to capture. ummmm i figureeeed MAYBE that the caretaker plot would be that a small group from each side gets captured by the "caretaker" and they get transported somewheeeere like a lab or something and then they have to work together to escape and find their home (or make a new one together *winks mysteriously*).

Janeway: Haven - Captain of her warren's Owsla, sent to capture the rogue rabbits, becomes a respected leader for the band of homeless bunnies, and eventually is regarded as their chief rabbit.

Chakotay: Hawk - A big buck that got his name from the other maquis rabbits by fighting off an elil (hawk lol). He has a sick scar from the fight on his head. Serves underneath Haven and comes to respect her and her leadership, keeps everyone in line since she's so little.

Paris: Buttercup - A free spirit, pretty carefree for a buck and it almost always gets him into trouble. Deserted from the warren, deserted from the rogues, just wants to roam and do what he wants. Considered to be rather fast and brave, if reckless; believes he can outrun anything.

Tuvok: Orchid - Orchid's secretly still a part of the warren still but infiltrating the band of rogues, part of the Owsla in their warren, serves under Haven devotedly. Doesn't say much. Haven blathers for the both of them.

Torres: 🤷 - Not a lot of ideas here sadly lol, her design's very filler I just couldn't think of anything to do. :'U Still debating on giving the girlypops hair. Just an angry doe with daddy issues, serves under Hawk, takes a while to warm up to Haven, thinks she could easily take her in a fight.

Doctor: Doc - I figure Doc and Seven would probably be like, lab rabbits that join the band at the Caretaker's establishment or whatever. So Doc comes across as very spoiled and whiney and pampered (And kinda overweight lol BUT LARGE AND NOT MALNOURISHED). Has a weird knack for cleaning wounds given his upbringing.

Seven: Seven - MAYBE a bred Blanc de Hotot. Built different. Doesn't say a lot. HUGE for a doe, similar to Doc. Has a lovehate thing with Doc, they probably were raised around each other, Seven takes to the wild a lot more naturally than he does.

Kim: 🤷 - Just a lil fella! I'm not sure if he'd have been in the Owsla or not prior to adventuring out with Haven and her group. Maybe he's training to join the Owsla. He's just happy to be here. :)

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odinsblog · 2 months

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Tankies be tripping like a mf

Sometimes I see tankies posting their usual bullshit and I’m just endlessly smh hard enough to cause myself brain damage

I could, if I wanted, make a dozen social media accounts across various platforms and proceed to talk as much shit about Joe Biden or Donald Trump as I want. I could do that 24/7/365, all day, every day and every night, and do nothing else but that. I mean, I could talk straight up bullshit about either of them or both of them, and their spouses and their families, and as long as I don’t make any threats against their lives, guess what would happen to me?? NOTHING. Not a goddamn thing

I know this for a fact because I’ve done it (talk shit about them, not make troll accounts), and I see people do it every fucking day

Meanwhile, in “glorious” communist countries™ like Russia or China or North Korea, if anyone dares to publicly say anything even slightly unflattering about those country’s leaders, they will be punished, arrested, jailed, disappeared or murdered. And God forbid if you’re an actual journalist or dissident or a political activist trying to speak out against Putin, or Kim Jong Un, or Xi Jinping — your corpse will never be found (except maybe for Russia, where you would either “accidentally” fall out of a window, or “accidentally” ingest a rare but deadly radioactive material) ☢️ 🙃

Look, this isn’t me going, “America is soooo great and everywhere else sucks,” because as a Black man living in America, I’m well aware of how thoroughly anti Blackness is weaved into our society, and as someone who has LGBTQ loved ones, I am also aware of how homophobia and transphobia are also woven into American culture. So no, America was never great. But anti Blackness, homophobia, and transphobia exist everyfuckingwhere. And yes, that most definitely includes the tankie fantasyland utopias of Russia, China and North Korea

Anyway, I’m just blowing off some online steam because every time I see a tankie profess how communism™ will make everything equal and just sO much better, and how Russia, China and North fucking Korea! are heavens for love peace + equality, every fucking time I see that BULLSHIT on tumblrdotcom I wanna pull my teeth out with a rusty pair of pliers 🤬

I just do not get it

Only tankies could look at murderous dictatorial authoritarian regimes and go, yeah that seems much better

LOL, I could almost overlook Russia and China, but when I see tankies defending N. Korea?? I’m like, that mf is farther gone than the Voyager space probes

SN: I know that despite their political party names, Russia and China aren’t really “communist” countries, but I often wonder if tankies understand that fact

And please don’t get me started on the allegedly “pro-Black” tankies who stayed on mute about Brittney Griner, because I guess saying anything would have made Putin look bad 😒

I mean don’t get me wrong, I dO understand that capitalism has utterly failed people so thoroughly and so fucking completely that literally anything else might seem preferable by comparison, but ☭ ain’t it, fam

To be crystal clear: I hate capitalism as much as the next compassionate human being and I know capitalism ain’t it, but neither is communism, sorry

I genuinely do believe that a better world is possible, but seeing people (surprise - disproportionately white dudes) constantly blathering on and on about how good Russia is, makes me feel like 🤮

#politics #odin rants #☭#tankies #russia #china #north korea #putin apologists #communism

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tomorrowusa · 4 months

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Trump likes to pal around with totalitarian dictators. He apparently thinks that using them as references in his speeches will impress his anti-American followers at rallies.

'Who needs Pravda?': CNN's Tapper hammers Trump over his 'stunning' new Putin praise

Can you imagine the outcry if Bill Clinton quoted Saddam Hussein in the 1992 campaign or if John Kerry cited Osama bin-Laden in 2004?

Yet Donald Trump is allowed to heap praise on Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong-un, Viktor Orbán, and even the Hezbollah terrorists. And "mainstream" Republicans like Virginia Gov. Glenn Youngkin still support him.

Trump can hire stooges to hold up US flag placards behind him as rants at campaign events. But that doesn't hide the fact that he's the most anti-American major party presidential candidate in living memory.

And if you genuinely want Trump to lose, it's necessary to define him as anti-American and a threat to national security. Frankly, those things are true and we need to repeat them until people are hearing those phrases in their sleep.

We can't let up in our condemnation and publicizing of Trump's anti-democratic and anti-American blathering. Trump isn't just saying that he's going to be a dictator, he's letting everybody know what type of dictator he'll be if sent back to the White House.

#donald trump #vladimir putin #dictators #kim jomg-un #totalitarianism #republicans #republicans are the party of putin #glenn youngkin #donald trump is a danger to national security.#donald trump is anti-american #election 2024

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most-stylish-competition · 1 year

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Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

#moststylish #brackets #bracket #if there's any errors #or anything #let me know!#i am human #and a very tired one at that #so i might've missed something!#also propaganda is welcome if u wanna!#just tag me :]

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spiffysoultarot · 1 year

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Pick a Troll

Choice One/Choice Two/Advice:

Please take a moment to take a deep breath in and decide which choice will be which — settle on choice one and choice two — if that is your intention

This was originally done as a Choice One/Choice Two/Advice but given my inclination to blather on, there is likely enough significant information to be treated as piles in and of themselves

Pile One//Choice One ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🌙 With the Moon in a reversed position, do not doubt your intuition. The pomegranates signaling fertility were almost out of my line of sight, as I was drawn to what appears to be talons gripping the bottom of the moon. In regards to that, a shadow side of Moon/Cancer energy can be codependency. “Don’t let someone sink their talons into you”. The outcome with this choice does not signify fertility/abundance.

🎭Remember all the times your intuition told you something/someone/someplace was no bueno, and you ignored it? And how mad you were at yourself?

🍁The dynamic of the eagle swooping down to grab prey (white matter underneath moon) reminds me of the Reverse/Unbalanced energy of the Rabbit via the Animal Spirit Deck (credit: Kim Krans, The Wild Unknown). Essentially the rabbit doubts itself and allows fear to take over, giving the eagle ideas detrimental to the rabbit’s well being it would not otherwise have if the rabbit did not doubt itself.

🦀 As in:: the “crabs in a bucket” dynamic/“no one can make you feel inferior without your consent” —> the majority pulling down those who try to get away to make them fall in line and fit the narrative that they are right, they must be since they fall in the majority kind of thinking. Maybe this does not align with your mindset and so there is a need to remain strong and in alignment with your spiritual self. If your mind is a bit too busy for meditation at present, physical movement can be just as grounding.

🎡 That Reversed Wheel at the Bottom of the deck is for pile one. I did not need clarifying for choice one and did it solely to balance the spread/confirm my intuition so it was done last. It signals the repeating of a cycle, like a mistake that keeps repeating with choice one. Do you self sabotage? There’s tons of videos on YouTu be regarding shadow self and the root of self sabotage but I am sure you know that. If it’s something stubborn, maybe your Higher Self has a message/guidance.

💬 “The essence of life is to communicate love,”the quote reads. I drew this quote at first and doubted it (how High-Priestess-Reversed of me 👀). When I put it back to draw again, it came out reversed (again). I take this quite literally as this quote is communicating the opposite of love, disconnecting you from your spiritual self.

👑 “You throw your pearls before the swine” — lyric from Shock the Monkey, Peter Gabriel, 9/20/82 release date. Value your heart enough to be discerning whom you give your trust to. When the chips are down, those around you’s true character will come out. Ensure you know this before wasting energy/exposing yourself to someone/people who will not value you. Pigs are intelligent and adorable but they are unpredictable and not very loyal. Know when you are not valued.

🖼️There’s a need to look at the bigger picture here as well —> what do you want to achieve? What choices will bring you toward that goal?

⭐️ Continue believing in yourself and transforming and/or releasing doubts/limiting beliefs into the Universe in Love and Light. Be the crab that got away.

Choice Two//Pile Two ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🤺 “At the end of my rope” — this can signify being *done* with a situation

❤️‍🩹OR being overly defensive. Be open to help and connection.

🍃 The leaves really stuck out to me here, which to me signifies prosperity and fertility.

💚The first reading I did for someone,the Nine of Wands Reversed was drawn as bottom of the deck energy and was in regards to two choices too. Breaking the mold was a theme and a Men in Black scene in particular, where Will Smith’s character passed the test by being different, even though he was ostracized could have messages/confirmations if you’re into that. 🪄

🍎 This choice can signify finding a new passion and/or a wise guide on this new endeavor/study. Especially though if this was related to education, I would say it is a yes. Think about being exactly where you are ten years from now — is it bearable?

🪵I take this as hard work being worth it, especially coupled with the Nine of Pentacles in the Advice clarification. (Win at any cost but more so an internal battle to “win” the better you)

🎋Maybe your choice seems foolish or eccentric to others. At the end of the day, who’s happiness is more important to you? Is “everyone”/the majority always right? What aligns with your values? Is what you want clear and written down? Sometimes simply writing something down helps bring in the energy to ground it into existence.

👙I was initially drawn to the polka dots on the Reversed Five of Wands in the advice column. You will see in the film that the ceiling is polka dots. I would say if you choose this for the choice one/choice two/advice, that choice two is a yes. (If your intuition did not already make it clear choice one was yours but in most cases, choice one was a clear no)

🌳“In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.” - Aristotle

🌈Trust that which brings you joy is right

Pile Three/Advice ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🦁Be prepared no matter what — both page of swords+five of wands reversed talk about being unprepared for conflict.

🍾Again the message of not being afraid to be a beginner. Are there old stories or limiting beliefs clouding up your mind, impeding focus?

🔨The quote that came out is the only one that has anything drawn on it. This just tells me to not sweat the small stuff (part of me wanted to throw this quote away after doodling on it). It coupled with the Nine of Pentacles tells me that hard work will be worth it — you will reap the rewards.

🏆 Remember that following is the Six of Wands and being recognized for your natural talents/gifts. Everyone wants to be crowned the wreath; it is a worthy prize.

🤺Important to not be a sore loser here if someone else gets crowned. Take the lesson and let it make you better, not bitter. We all get into “stinking thinking” at times. The feeling of lack within ourselves can sometimes come out as an envious eye or a victim mentality. What is to be admired about the winner? What brought them that victory? Is it possible to be happy for them, as if they were a loved one? Do they have a quality you admire? What are some of the things you admire within yourself?

📝Maybe make a list of all the things you are proud of yourself for. Make a list of your goals, what you want. Are there any beliefs that hold you back from believing you can achieve them? Where did this stem from?

🥷Get rid of any conflict that is draining — if you’re doing the choice reading, does one choice drain you more than others (possibly one)?

👩🏻‍🎤Definitely advice to take some time to center self, get some head space and set some markers for what you will be proud of/goals for the next year

🌲“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

☄️ With Wands and Swords both in reverse, I would say it is extra important to have a goal in mind so that energy is not wasted (physical time/mental energy)

⛴️ If we do not have a destination, we will just wind up where everyone else winds up. Among crabs

🌻 A need to keep confidence in check, however you do that, with all the yellow. (Possibly creativity from physical movement?) Do not be afraid to collaborate because you dislike conflict. Trust that you can trust yourself. Connections can lead to great things and even if not, a lesson was learned and wisdom gained. ✌🏻

#pick a troll #pick a card #pomegranate #choice one choice two advice #tarot #tarot pick a card #pick a crab #the crab that got away

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diddlysquash · 9 months

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My two most recent spins! Both were braids from Apothefaery, the first being a fine merino in the colorway “gathering” and the second a fine wool/silk blend that I got at a wool market and did not have a name on the label. Pretty sure both of these are destined for my loom eventually

#hand spun yarn #hand spinning #handspinning #yarn #yarnblr #kim blathers on #my projects

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Soulmate/ 3

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 4.2k

Includes- Fluff, shower sex, fingering, wall sex, sex from behind, breeding kink, multiple orgasms

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Hobi POV

I open my eyes and see Joanne looking at me

My girlfriend

And she's smiling at me

"Hi"

"Hi", she says, softly touching my cheek

Then she kisses me and pure happiness bursts in my chest

"I have to go to work", she says, pulling away

"No don't go", I whine and pull her to me, holding her close

She giggles, "I have to Hobi. But today is my short day. Besides don't you have songs to write and a meeting with your producer? You know how cranky Yoongi is and he'll be pissed if you don't have lyrics."

I sigh

She's right but I don't want her to leave yet

"Fine", I say, "but for the record I wanted you to stay."

"Noted" she giggles again and I can't help but smile

I let her get up so she can get ready for work

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After she leaves, I sit on the couch with my lyrics notebook

She said she'd call me when she's done with work

I've written most of the raps for the song I'm stuck on but something is missing

After two hours, it's no use

I have to get to the meeting with Yoongi anyway

Maybe I can ask him for some help He's a great producer and he writes lyrics for songs too

I dress quickly then head out to BigHit

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Yoongi agrees to look over my lyrics and get back to me tomorrow

As I walk out of the meeting, I hear my name being called

I turn and see my manager coming towards me with someone following him

"Hoseok! I want you to meet our new trainee Kim, Namjoon."

I look over at the new guy and smile, "Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Hoseok or J-Hope."

Namjoon smiles and shakes my hand, "I know who you are. I love your music"

"Thanks", I tell him

"Namjoon will be debuting as a solo rapper, like you. He has some experience in the underground rap scene."

I nod my head, "Nice."

"Hoseok I want you to help Namjoon", my manager says

My smile falters, "What?"

As if I don't have enough shit on my plate

Being an idol isn't easy

"You know this industry better than anyone. You know what it takes to make it. And I want you to help Namjoon when he needs it. Mentor him. And help him learn to dance."

"What?", Now it's Namjoon's turn to look shocked

"Dance? I didn't know I have to dance. I can't dance. I'm terrible.", Namjoon blathers

"Lucky for you that Hoseok is an incredible dancer. You don't have to learn much just the basics. Every idol needs to know how to dance a little bit."

"Uh ok", Namjoon reluctantly agrees

My phone starts to ring and I take it from my pocket to stop the ringing and I see that she's calling me

"Shit", I mutter

"Everything ok?", my manger asks me

"Yeah fine"

"Good. Take Namjoon around the building and show him where everything is. I have to get to a meeting to discuss a tour we have planned for you."

"A tour?", I ask

"Yes, for next year after you release your next album"

"Oh..ok"

"I'll let you know the details later on", he says and then walks away

"That's amazing! You get to go on tour", Namjoon exclaims

"Yeah" I say distracted, already planning on how I'm going to get her to come with me

I'm not leaving her behind

"Uh can you give me a second Namjoon? I have to call someone back"

"Sure, take your time. No rush", he smiles

I walk away from him and pull out my phone, dialing her number

"Hey Hobi. You ok? You didn't answer and I got worried."

"Yeah I'm fine. My manager was just talking to me and I couldn't pick up."

"Oh ok. I'm done with work. Where are you now?"

"At Big

Hit. I have to stay and show a new trainee around for a while."

"Oh. Do you want me to come there? I can bring food. Are you hungry?"

She is the best girlfriend in the world and we haven't even been together for a day yet

"Yeah that'd be nice."

"Do you want me to bring some for the new guy in case he's still with you when I get there?"

"Uh yea sure. If he's not there we can always give it to Yoongi."

"Ok I'll see you soon. I love you."

Her saying "I love you" to me is music to my ears

"I love you. I'll see you when you get here."

"Ok bye Hobi."

"Bye"

Turning back to Namjoon, I wave him over to start the tour

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"So this is my studio here when I work here but I usually just do everything at my home studio. This is for when I have to fix something right away before I give it to Yoongi"

Namjoon is nodding

He's taking everything in pretty well

He's looking around my studio, when Joanne walks in

I see Namjoon's head snap up and his mouth drops as he stares at her

And I instantly get jealous

"Here Hobi", she hands me two bags of food and keeps one, not even noticing Namjoon, "I really need the bathroom. I'll be right back."

And she runs out of the studio

"Holy crap! Who is that? She's gorgeous.", Namjoon asks

I control my anger and say, "My girlfriend"

Namjoon immediately looks at me and turns red, "Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't mean.."

I relax a bit, "It's fine. You didn't know."

"You're really lucky to have her", he comments

"Yeah I know.", I say

"Does she work here?"

"No. She's actually been my best friend since we were 15 before we got together"

"Wow, that's amazing! She must really be special", he says

"She is", I agree

She walks back into the room, comes straight over to me and kisses me

"Hi", she says

"Hi", I smile at her.

We just stare at each other smiling like idiots when I hear Namjoon cough.

"Oh yea sorry. This is Namjoon. The new trainee I told you about."

She looks at him and blushes, "Oh god sorry, I didn't even notice you standing there."

She walks to him and holds her hand out, "Hi. I'm Joanne"

Namjoon takes her and shakes it, holding on a bit too long for my liking

"Hi. Namjoon. Like he said", Namjoon stutters

He lets go of her hand and she comes back to my side

"Uh, I brought food if you're hungry? There's enough", she tells him

"Oh thanks. That's nice of you."

Then she turns to me, "I got Yoongi food too. I gave it to him already"

We all sit down and start to eat

"So are you going to be in a group or a solo artist?", she asks Namjoon

"Solo rapper."

"Oh like Hobi!"

"Yea. I used to be an underground rapper before I auditioned and I was so shocked when the manager told me I'd be working under Hobi."

"Well Hobi is the best at what he does", she looks at me smirking

I know what she's implying

That I fuck her the best

She's such a little shit but I smirk back at her

"You'll have a great teacher.", she comments

"I know. I'm just worried about the dancing thing. I can't dance."

"Oh don't worry about that. Hobi is an amazing dancer. He used to be an underground dancer and won lots of competitions. Also if he can teach me how to dance he can teach anyone"

I'm not gonna lie, I love that shes bragging about me to Namjoon

"Hobi did you introduce him to Yoongi?", she asks me

"No that was our next stop. Unless you already met him?", I look at Namjoon

He shakes his head, "No. I've only heard about him. Honestly I'm excited to work with him."

"Yeah", I snort

"Huh?", Namjoon asks

"Hobi stop it", she smacks me lightly on the arm

She turns to Namjoon, "Yoongi can look and act scary but he's really a nice and sweet guy. He just works really hard, pulls all nighters and can be cranky. Don't be scared though"

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to work with him.", I say to her

She rolls her eyes, "Please Hobi. I've spent enough time with him. He's always nice to me."

"That's because you're a girl.", I explain

"Ha no. It's because I'm nice to him and don't piss him off.", She shrugs, "Plus he knows that if he's shitty to me, I'll bite his head off. He can be mean but I can do it better."

"Yeah I won't argue with that", I tease.

She just glares at me

I lean over and kiss her cheek

When I pull away she's smiling so brightly, taking my hand and holding it

Turning back to Namjoon, I tell him, "As soon as we finish eating, I'll take you to Yoongi"

He nods, "Great"

Ten minutes later the three of us are heading to Yoongi's studio and I hope he's not in a bad mood

I'm so ready to go home and be with my baby

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Eight months later

Hobi POV

When Joanne and I have been together for eight months, I ask her to move into my apartment

The last six months have been amazing but I want her with me all the time

I hope she says yes

"Are you serious?", she asks shocked

"Yeah. Uh do you want to?"

"Of course Hobi!", she exclaims and pulls me in for a hug

I breathe a sigh of relief, glad that she said yes

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Within two weeks she moved in

"Do you have to have so much stuff?", I joke as I help her bring boxes up

"Yes I do", she teases

I got Namjoon and Yoongi to help

Namjoon has become a good friend to both of us

He comes by the apartment often to work with me or she comes to the BigHit building to see me and he's there

Yoongi I tried to bribe with food but that didn't work

But when she asked him, he agreed

When I asked why he said yes to her, he shrugged and said, "She's always nice to me and always brings me food when she comes. She's my friend"

I roll my eyes but glad for the help

Even so after they help us move her in, we buy them food

As we lay together that first night she moved in, I tell her "I'm so happy you're here."

"Me too Hobi" she smiles and kisses me, cuddling into me

I turn the light off and close my eyes, holding my aegi in my arms as I drift off

🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

Six months later

J POV

I've been living with Hobi for six months and it's been amazing

He's the best boyfriend I could ask for

Living with him is a blast

We're both so goofy with each other and we laugh all day

I love it

He constantly makes me laugh by making funny faces, sounds or dancing crazily

When he dances like a nut he always gets me to join him

He is very attentive and always does things for me

The way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world

The way he looks at me when he's all hot and bothered makes me feel like the sexiest girl in the world

And I know he feels like the hottest and most handsome guy when I look at him too

Now that we live together, we are on each other all the time

The sex is still incredible and we have it all the time

Besides working, we have sex pretty much all the time

Even if I'm reading or he's watching tv or we're eating it always ends up with us ripping each other's clothes off

Hobi especially loves to have sex in his studio at Big Hit

I have to admit I love that too

Hobi has been working hard practicing and making music so when he can't come home he asks me to come and be with him, not just for sex just but for support too

He releases his next album next month

Then he's going on tour two months after that

And I'm going with him

He convinced me and his manager

Well he convinced me to go and told his manager he's not going if I can't go

So they better allow it

Hobi went public with our relationship after we've been together for a year

I was nervous I'd get hate, but his fans have been really supportive

And he quickly shuts down the ones who have nasty things to say

It's funny to watch him do that because he says it so nicely but you can clearly hear the anger and threat in his voice

It's kinda hot, really

Namjoon debuted this year and we were happy for him

We went to his debut performance

He and Hobi collaborated both for Namjoon's new album and for Hobi's

At Namjoon'a performance, Hobi went up and they performed the song

The crowd went wild and his performance was a success

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"Aegi!", Hobi calls

"Hey Hobi. What's up?", I ask coming into the living room

"Hey baby", he says, kissing me

"So I got good news and bad", he tells me

"Oh ok? Tell me."

"So the album got pushed back a month and the tour too."

"Oh no! That's terrible. I'm sorry baby.", I hug him

"Yeah that sucks but it got pushed back for a reason."

"Is that part of the good news?", I ask

He nods, "It was pushed back because the idol Dam-Bi wants to do a collaboration song with me."

"Uh who?", I ask confused

"Really Jo? You don't know who Dam-Bi is?", he asks incredulously

"C'mon Hobi you know besides your music and Namjoon's, kpop is not really my thing.", I protest

"Ok ok baby. Sorry.", he smiles and kisses me on the cheek to placate me

"Anyway Dam-Bi is an extremely popular idol. My manager wants the song we collaborate on to go on my album.", he says excitedly

"Uh ok?"

Hobi rolls his eyes, "Jo. If I do this song with her, it's likely her fans will listen to it, hear me and check out my stuff. My manager thinks it'll make me more popular if I do the song with her."

"Oh wow that's great Hobi!", I say, finally understanding why he's so excited.

"So you think I should do it?", he asks

"Of course! If that's what you want", I encourage him

"Yea I want to. If I get more popular, that means more success and I can afford to buy us a house."

"A house? Hobi you don't have to-"

"I want to baby. I want to have a house with you and start our life together.", he says excitedly

"But I don't make as much money as you to help-"

"You don't need to", he cuts me off, "I'll be making enough for both of us."

"Hobi...", I start

"Please Jo. I want to do this for you. I love you. So much."

I smile at him

He really is the best man in the world.

"Ok Hobi. Ok", I give in...for now

He leans in and kisses me passionately

"Of course it could all bomb and blow up in my face", he adds

I burst out laughing, "I don't think so Hobi. You're really good at your music. I think it'll work out just the way you want to."

"I hope so", he answers, "Now shower. Let's go"

He pulls my hand to follow him

"But I already showered", I protest

"Yeah well it wasn't with me and you weren't on my dick screaming my name"

I giggle, "You're right. I wasn't doing that"

"See well now you will", he reasons, "Let's go"

I'm led to the bathroom where Hobi turns the water in the shower on

He turns to me, pulling me to him, his lips against mine

I fall into his kiss and we slowly undress each other, our clothes falling to the floor

We don't have to rush

He's home for the night so we can take our time

He takes my hand, leading me into the shower

He pulls me under the water, holding me tightly, pressing kisses to the top of my head

Wrapping my arms around him, I keep my hands flat on his back, feeling his muscles

Keeping my head against his chest, I listen to his heartbeat

My Hobi's heart

I press a kiss on his chest right where his heart is

"I love you", he murmurs

"I love you", I answer, "So much Hobi"

"So much", he agrees

He tilts my head up, his lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss, his tongue against mine

He pushes me against the wall, his hand moving between my legs, touching me softly

I shiver against his hand, his fingers slowly rubbing my clit

"So wet for me already", he murmurs

I always am

This man can turn me on in seconds, it's ridiculous

His fingers slip inside me, right against my spot

He fucking knows where it is and can find it in seconds

Pressing on it makes me flood his hand, moans leaving my mouth

"You sound so pretty for me aegi", he murmurs, pressing kissing against my neck

His fingers move in and out, rubbing my spot every time his fingers plunge inside

He turns his hand, his thumb on my clit rubbing quickly

He kisses down my neck to my chest then to my breasts, his free hand holding my boob up, his mouth around my nipple

He sucks and I let out the loudest moan as the pleasure increases, squeezing his fingers so hard

"Cum for me aegi so I can fill you with my cock", he whispers

His fingers hit my spot just as his thumb flicks my clit and I moan his name as I cum

"Hobi"

My legs shake as pleasure hits me hard

So fucking good

"Good girl", he praises, pulling his fingers out and putting them right into his mouth, sucking my cum off them

He's so fucking hot

He crashes him lips against mine as he moves one of my legs up and over his hip

He moves his dick to my pussy, slowly sinking into me

The way his thick cock stretches me wide open, making me take him in is one of the most pleasurable things I've ever felt

He bottoms out, his body against mine, breathing heavily, "Fuck, so tight aegi. Always so tight for me. So wet. So warm. Fuck"

"Please Hobi", I whine, wanting him to move right now

He nods, kissing me as he starts moving, his strokes soft at first, becoming harder and faster after each one

"Hobi", I moan, feeling so good

He pumps his length in and out, his head rubbing against my spot, making my body shiver

"Gonna fuck your spot so good baby, make you cream my cock again and again", he murmurs, his hand gripping my thigh so hard, his other arm leaning against the wall above my head

He's bringing me right there, his cock so fucking amazing

"Oh yeah, I feel this cunt getting ready to explode", he murmurs in my ear, "Cum for me"

I whimper, his head slamming my spot and I cum, pleasure so intense that my legs shake and I start sliding down the wall

"No no aegi. I need you up baby", he murmurs, holding me back up, letting me ride out my orgasm on his dick

When I finish, he pulls out and spins me around, my face against the cool tiles

Hobi pulls my ass out, his cock back inside me, fucking me hard right away

"Hobi!", I cry, the bliss roaring back, slamming into my body

His cock moves so fast, splitting me open over and over

"Fuck, look at my pussy creaming my cock. So much baby, all over me. God it's so pretty"

He pulls me against him, his mouth kissing my neck, his arms wrapped around my body, thrusting hard into me

"Hobi", I moan, "You feel so good baby. Fuck so hard"

"You make me this hard baby. Just fucking looking at you, fuck gets me so hard, so horny. I wanna fuck you every second of everyday"

That would be amazing

Impossible but amazing

"Want to be inside this pussy all day, feeling you cum on my cock, filling you with cum over and over", he pants, "Fucking my babies into you"

I moan from his words which gets him going

"Is that what you want? Hmm aegi? Wanna be full of my cum? Want to be pregnant with my kids?"

"Yes! Yes Hobi! Fuck I want that!", I cry

I do want to have his kids

Not now but eventually

I know he wants kids too but again not right now

But I'll play into his kink

"Yes baby. I'll knock you up over and over", he pants, his hips slamming into my ass as his cock plunges in deeply

I'm right there, all I need is one more thrust into my spot

Hobi delivers and I cry his name as I cum, the bliss incredible as I try to again keep standing

"Yes fuck. Feels so good baby. God I love your orgasms"

When I finish, he pulls out, spinning me to him again

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck

His dick pushes inside me as I kiss him, my fingers in his wet hair, pulling

He holds me against the wall, his hands on my ass, fucking into me so pleasurably

"I love you Jo. So much baby", he says, looking at me with so much love

I can't help but smile, "I love you. So much Hobi. My sunshine"

He smiles, kissing me as he keeps moving

"One more baby", he murmurs between kisses

I nod, letting the pleasure he's giving me take over

His dick plunges in, slamming my spot and I lose it, screaming his name as orgasm

"Hoseok! Hoseok!"

"Joanne! Baby!", he yells, his cock twitching inside me, hot cum filling me up so much that it's leaking out around us

"I love you", he murmurs in my neck

"I love you. I love you Hobi", I answer

I love this man so much, he's my life, my everything

When we finish, he just holds me, both of us clinging to each other

We'll take a full shower after but for now we just stay in each other's arms

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Hobi has been really stressed the last few weeks

He's working hard with the collab but he says that Dam-Bi is hard to work with.

"She wants things her way but it doesn't work that way. She whines and complains and throws tantrums to get her way", he complains, "She's an ass."

"I'm sorry Hobi. Maybe if you talk to her about it she'll change the way she's being?", I suggest

"I tried", he whines, "But she dismisses me like I'm a kid. Iym a fucking idol too! I know what the hell I'm doing!"

"Shhhh...baby it's ok"

I pull him to lay with me on the couch

He puts his head on my chest and I play with his hair, running my fingers gently through the strands

He loves that, it always relaxes him and puts him to sleep when he's tired

"It'll work out Hobi. It'll be fine and then you don't have to see her again", I say as I run my fingers through his hair

"I hope you're right."

"I am baby. Don't worry."

"Thanks Jo", he says, tiredly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Perish?", I suggest

He chuckles at that

"Yea probably", he agrees

He's quiet for a while and then I notice he's sleeping

I smile

He must be so tired

I continue to run my fingers in his hair until I fall asleep too

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Hobi is really distracted

The song is finally done and now Yoongi is putting it together

By the end of the week Hobi will listen to it and then Yoongi will put it on the album

But until that day Hobi is distracted at home, worried and in a bad mood

He snaps at everything or he's just distant

Usually I don't put up with that kind of shit, I never did with Jimin

But I know how difficult this has been for Hobi and how stressed he is, so I let it go and do everything I can to make him feel better

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Today is the day that Hobi finally hears the song

Supposedly Dam-Bi is going to listen to it as well and Hobi isn't happy about her being here

"Why can't she just let Yoongi send it to her? She's impossible", he complains

"I'm sorry Hobi. I'm sorry I can't come with you too. But I took Sarah's shift and I have to work it.", I apologize

"I know aegi. It's ok. You can hear it after work."

Hobi and I leave the apartment at the same time and he kisses me goodbye

I just get to work when my phone buzzes

I open it and see a text message from Yoongi

I open it and my world shatters

#soulmate fic #jung hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #jung hoseok smut #bts hoseok smut #hoseok smut #bts hobi smut #hobi smut #jhope smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

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imadhatt3r · 2 years

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Dlaczego ludzie nazywają ten pseudo coming out Najki "queerbatingiem", serio xDDD

Po 1. To się odnosi tylko to fabuł i mediów, prawdziwa osoba nie może queerbatować. To co ona zrobiła to jest po prostu kłamstwo dla atencji xDDD

2. Nawet jeśli zwykle osoby mogły queerbatować, to czy tego batingu spodziewalibyście się od Najki, ze wszystkich ludzi na tej planecie

#hatter blathers #to tylko udowadnia po raz kolejny ze osoby uzywajace tiktoka sa bardzo mlode w wiekszosci #z wiekiem naprawde tego typu idioci przestaja cie ruszac #po prostu nie dajesz im atencji #tego typu niemoznosc przejscia wobec takich ewidentnie szukajacych uwagi glupkow jest dla mnie cecha ludzi mlodych #ktorzy albo chca byc jak najlepszymi sojusznikami i mysla ze takimi bitkami slownymi z tego typu ludzmi zmieniaja realnie sytuacje lgbt #albo takich ktore dopiero sobie uswiadomily ze sa lgbt i nie nauczyly sie jeszcze z kim warto wchodzic w konflikt a z kim nie #i obydwie postawy sa zrozumiale albo nawet warte pochwaly #ale naprawde zbedne tak naprawde #lepiej by bylo zeby te dzieciaki wsparly osoby lgbt np w swojej szkole albo najblizszym srodowisku #niz nabijaly algorytm takiej najce i tym podobnym jamochlonom

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mlobsters · 5 months

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supernatural s12e1 keep calm and carry on (w. andrew dabb)

right so i saw that on the grave marker but i was too upset to mention but mary was born in 1954 supposedly lol but samantha smith was born in 1969. (so was kim rhodes [jody] and samantha ferris [ellen] was 1968 lol)

my mom had pretty much the exact same ring combo (also married in the 70s, but to a navy man [i was born in 80])

the way my head whips around at the first couple notes of the mushy music. da-da "then i burned." jackles sold me on him feeling some big feelings (was ready to weep at him mentioning sam) and i don't know why but i'm primed to dislike mary with this resurrection business, some osmosis via fic i guess but right in this moment, i'm open to feeling dean's happiness (?) about her being back and in her love for the boys. but my personal being a parent/having deadparents is definitely helping push that boat along

is the little title drawing this time a men of letters symbol in the pentagram

100% didn't expect them bringing mary back would make me upset about my dead parents. used to have this recurring dream where i just needed to find this certain thing and i could cure my dad's cancer. some mol bullshit i don't care about should clear that right up

oh no i can't do this sam torture episode. i didn't realize it was on deck already. i have read hurt/comfort fic adjacent to it and i have an idea of how awful it is and not today

back today to try again, watched a couple more minutes before turning it off. i read the episode summary on the wiki and i dunno. i really don't like torture. not sure what i'm gonna do about this one.

coming back to edit this so i can add the video clip with the mushy music and maybe mushy music variation i blathered about in the reblog

dean and mary - regular mushy music / mary looking at all the electronics - mushy music variation??

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x01 #andrew dabb #spn mushy music #spn mushy music variation #spn musical score #spn clip #jay gruska

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cloudburst-ink · 1 year

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find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you.

It took me a bit but I finally got around to it! I was tagged by @justanothervariant in this post here--highly recommend you go check out his snippets, they're lovely. 🖤

The words he gave me are:

shiver, sleep, dark, light and sigh.

I am going to tag @staykimchay and @bisexualbard .

Your words, should you choose to accept them, are:

glow, hope, fragile, kiss, and monster.

🌃 shiver 🌠

Simple Little Secrets

Slowly, Kim brushes Chay’s stray bangs aside with the dull edge of the blade. Chay shivers when the cold tip of steel trails down his neck toward his collarbone.

So close to where he remembers.

Kim leans in close, resting the knife against Chay’s throat.

He looks just like the Kim from Chay’s visions—dangerous and deadly, a far cry from soft, gentle Wik.

“Talk,” Kim whispers, and Chay shivers again.

“O—okay,” he stammers. His heart is racing. “Okay. You win, phi. I didn’t want it to come to this. I mean I figured it would, eventually. But I thought maybe I’d have the chance to ease you into it a little more. This is all very sudden for both of us, you know.”

Chay searches for the right way to drop the news.

Kim stares down at his knife, impassive. He runs a fingertip along the back of the blade, applying the slightest of pressure to Chay’s neck.

By the cold sting, Chay thinks it might break skin.

It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

Chay thinks he might need psychiatric help.

Who the hell is this guy, anyway? Every vision has only ever left Chay with more questions.

Kim arches an eyebrow at Chay’s sudden silence.

“You have thirty seconds left to say something that actually means anything, or I start pulling out your fingernails,” he threatens casually.

Chay squeaks.

He definitely still had all his fingernails in his visions.

Right?!

He’s not sure he ever thought to check. He was too busy focusing on Kim. He feels like he would have noticed something like that when he started checking for their matching silver rings every time, since those helped a lot with trying to figure out the timing and order of the vision. But his visions of Kim have all been very intense, so he’s not completely sure if he would have noticed his fingernails.

He scrambles to spill the truth before he risks finding out.

“Um, okay. So. This is going to be a bit weird to explain, but bear with me—”

“Ten seconds.”

Chay squeaks again.

“Okay okay okay!” he babbles. “So, whenever someone touches me—like actual skin to skin touching, not through clothes—I have a vision of their future. So I saw those things. When you touched me. Your hand brushed against me the first time we met, and I saw a vision of—um—someone—calling you Kim? And sometimes I repeat things people say while I’m having visions without meaning to, and—”

Kim interrupts Chay’s blathering with a scornful, incredulous laugh. He lowers his knife and steps away.

“Enough,” he waves a bored hand in the air. “I’m getting insulted now. Try again. You have one more chance before I start getting annoyed.”

“See?” Chay huffs, “This is exactly why I never tried before.”

🌃 sleep 🌠

The Blackest Hours of the Morning

“I’m going to clean the cut on your cheek now,” he tells Kim. For some reason he feels the need to warn him, like he did before he removed Kim’s shirt.

Kim closes his eyes. Chay leans forward and carefully begins to clean around his cheekbone, dabbing the cut in saline solution.

He knows Kim isn’t asleep, but Kim’s eyes remain closed.

“I’m moving to your mouth,” Chay says quietly.

Chay reaches up and delicately brushes a cleaning wipe over Kim’s lips. After a few long, silent moments dabbing up dried blood, he looks up to see Kim’s eyes open again.

They stare at each other like that for some time. Something twists and churns in Chay’s chest and stomach. He procures a fresh cleaning wipe and carefully returns to dabbing it along Kim’s lips, needing something to distract him from Kim’s eyes.

Slowly, Kim tilts his head and leans in to Chay’s hand. A long, dark strand of hair falls over his face.

Chay can’t breathe. He remains as still as possible, afraid if he moves a single muscle that Kim might spook like some wild creature. He wants to trace his thumb over Kim’s cheekbone, but it would only aggravate the wound there.

Instead, he reaches forward with his free hand and softly brushes Kim’s stray hair behind his ear.

“We’re almost done,” Chay reassures him. “You’ve done great, P’Kim.”

There is one particular expression Kim makes sometimes that Chay can hardly bear. It’s the one that first gave him those nervous little butterflies when he saw Wik perform, and the one that kept him safely enthralled in Kim's presence until he had no other word for it but love.

Kim stares at people in a way that strips them down to their core and exposes them. He can look out over a crowd ten thousand strong and every single person present will feel he is speaking directly to them, soul to soul.

Chay feels the full brunt of that stare now—except this look truly is just for him, soul to soul, one to one, in the blackest hours of the morning, in his bed.

He feels completely naked. He focuses on Kim’s injuries, because he doesn’t trust himself to do anything else.

Chay carefully clears the last smudge from Kim’s face, and then he pulls his hands away.

“I’m going to leave you some clean clothes. You should get some sleep.”

🌃 dark 🌠

Desperate Measures

Even from behind, Kim doesn’t look quite like Kim. Not the Kim that Chay has come to know, at least—however much that’s worth.

Kim is splayed sideways across the stone bench by the door, one foot propped up on the seat and the other anchoring him in the grass. His back is to Chay, his body facing out toward the street.

He flicks the flint wheel on his lighter again. It flares to life and snuffs out immediately, clearly out of fluid.

Kim flips the lighter cap closed and then open with a satisfying metallic click. He flicks the flint wheel again. It flares to life once more, and chokes itself out.

He’s holding an unlit cigarette in his other hand, raised to the side like he’s long forgotten about it, and has fallen instead into some kind of uncanny, robotic loop.

Flick. Click click. Flick. Click click.

Uneasiness tightens Chay’s stomach. Maybe he should have listened to Big.

He doesn’t really know Kim that well, does he?

Slowly, making no sudden movements, Chay pulls his own lighter from his pocket. He walks around Kim so that Kim can see his approach, stopping near Kim’s foot toward the far end of the bench. Chay flicks his lighter on and holds it out.

The clicking of Kim's lighter cap cuts off.

Kim raises his gaze and regards Chay with sharp, glittering eyes.

Silence settles around them. Despite the muted din of the city, Chay can hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

Kim is wearing the same white shirt from that morning. There are dark stains splattered across the front, black in the eerie glow of distant neons.

human has been blotted out by blood.

🌃 light 🌠

Sulfer & Smoke

“You did well,” Father says evenly. It’s the only praise Kim will get. “Next time, just use a gun. Go clean yourself up.”

Kim’s shirt is stained dark, heavy and wet. It smears black stains over his already sweaty, sticky skin.

He doesn’t mind guns. They’re easy, absolute. Decisive. But sometimes, he finds that a hands-on approach instills a stronger message. In the right context, broken spines speak far louder than bullet holes.

Kim knows better than to disagree with his father. He’s never been yelled at or outwardly disciplined—not even once in his entire life. But there are worse things out there than raised voices and childish scoldings.

He bows his head obediently.

Behind Kim, the club doors open. Bodyguards stream inside, ready to clear the remainder of the club. Kim knows they won’t find anyone—he already handled them all. Eleven bodies are scattered across the floor in varying states of manglement. Kim observes them with vague, detached curiosity, replaying the encounter in his head and making a mental checklist of all the kills that could have been cleaner.

It’s hot out. He shut down the AC when he cut the building’s power. The stink of copper and sweat sits heavy in the air. He brushes his hair out of his face, but it falls back down and sticks to his forehead.

Then, Kim hears one very particular gait traverse the threshold behind him, softer and more hesitant than the others. His eyes widen. He spins around to face his father.

“You promised—”

Kim cuts off.

Father’s eyebrows are raised, daring him to continue. Kim does not test him. A sooty, smokey seed of resentment catches light in Kim’s chest beneath the weight of the silence.

“Kinn,” Father greets, not bothering to spare a sideways glance to his recently-named heir. “You’re late. I’m afraid your brother has already claimed the spotlight tonight.”

Dread pools in Kim’s gut.

Slowly, he turns around to meet his brother’s eyes.

Kinn is pale, his gaze locked on the corpses strewn about the room.

Eventually, his eyes flick upward to Kim. Kim, blood-soaked and empty-handed, alone in the midst of the carnage.

Kim schools his expression and stares blankly ahead, thinking of cold marble, and Father’s impassive regard.

He is not himself. He is his father’s cold-blooded monster. He simply did what had to be done.

“Kim?” Kinn asks softly. “Kim, what have you done?”

🌃 sigh 🌠

Jealousy Becomes You

“What do you want?” Chay asks, and hates the way his voice cracks.

“I want to take you home so you can sleep this off,” Kim answers.

Chay hates that response. It tells him nothing. Kim doesn’t have any right to tell him what to do.

He also really does want to go home.

All of the anger and defiance drains out of Chay at once. He leans forward into Kim’s arms. Kim tenses at first. Then, with a sigh, he wraps his arms tightly around Chay’s body.

For a moment they stand there like that, embracing in a dark hallway, muffled music shaking the walls from the club beyond.

Kim smells like wild roses.

Chay buries his head deeper into Kim’s shoulder on instinct, gripping the front of his leather jacket. He’s acutely aware of Kim’s hand where it rests softly against the small of his back.

He never thought he would get to feel this again.

He remembers the soft, quiet night when he fell asleep in Kim’s arms Ion the sofa, and wishes he could do it again.

The hallway spins around them.

“Okay,” he mumbles into Kim’s shirt.

“Okay?” Kim asks. The question rumbles against Chay’s ear.

Chay nods, not bothering to check whether Kim sees it. He doesn’t want to let go. He’s exhausted. He just wants to hold onto Kim now, as long as he can.

#tag game #fanfiction #kinnporsche the series #kimchay

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