The individual inherited a wise mind. A knowingness was generated in childhood, and easily known to other people. The mind is innately calculative, focused on mastering subjects and proving intelligence. The threat here is mental insecurity, the mind constantly doubting its talent. There is a good nature for study and potential for accomplishment in academic credential. However good intention can become lost when youth and elder cross paths. All the inspiration for responsibility doesn’t always translate. The individual may study well for one semester then fall into bad habits, see no end point, then drop out. Or maybe the individual studies compulsively in one haul, exhausting and burning out the mind. Bouts of melancholy may be ritual. But so is intellectual mastery
Saturn contacting Sun - Sun conjunct Saturn, Sun square Saturn, Sun trine Saturn, Sun sextile Saturn, Sun opposite Saturn
When the Sun falls into Saturn’s shadow the individual may fear self expression and outpouring creative life force. There may be deep shame, embarrassment, or panic regarding rejection or criticism. Harsh encounters with authority figures may put the individual on the constant defensive. Often the influence of the father is profound with this contact. The influence may have been inspiring, insightful, and wise. Or rather severe disinterest, neglect, or critique from the father shaped self contempt and insecurities that express more potently as the personality develops. But the promise of wisdom is always rich here, and intense inner work can generate a self expression that comes as closely to the soul as humanly possible
The vulnerable Moon can become very overwhelmed when she contacts Saturn. Here she is at her apex and her lowest, forced to battle with intense oppositions. The difficulty here may be emotional experience, and the application of intense fear or shame expressing the inner state. But this may be expressed in ulterior ways, the individual can be exhaustingly moody, often evoked by fear, traumatic memories, and insufficient coping mechanisms. Saturn contacting the Moon indicates dissonance with the mother, whereby she may have been authoritarian, emotionally detached, or critically invalidating. The individual could have been made to feel that their emotions were invalid, and may have been forced to self soothe. A feeling of aloneness and lack of safety tends to accompany childhood. This contact is further suggestive of competent and natural parenting. The individual takes on the task of parenting with powerful reverence and responsibility. With Saturn contacting the Moon the person may seek out older partners who soothe deep and penetrating feelings of early abandonment or betrayal
Aphrodite can be intimidated when forced into Saturn’s territory. Themes around romantic impotence and solitude that repeat themselves in these contacts reflects a ferocious lack of self love in the individual. It can be extremely difficult for the individual to establish self worth, especially in the social and romantic spheres. Feelings of inadequacy replay themselves in self doubts about appearance, social conduct, and worthiness in relationships. These insecurities may result in preoccupation with appearance or social image and reputation. This can create a dangerous pattern of fleeting romances because the individual feels they deserve less. However fleeting these may be, because the heart is innately wise here, and so troublesome relationships accompany profound lessons, and short term heartbreak ends quickly due to unconscious foresight. There is the potential for developing capital from art or image. The individual is likely to marry somebody regarded for their success.
Saturn contacting Mars - Mars conjunct Saturn, Mars opposite Saturn, Mars trine Saturn, Mars sextile Saturn, Mars square Saturn
The ambition here can be powerful, however obstructed by erratic energy reserves. The individual can experience intense periods of lethargy, struggling to find passion and motivation for dream. The future can look bleak, non existent. During other times, energy can be overabundant, thrusting the individual into streaks of panic, hyper vigilance, and hyper activity. The focus here can be good, and the potential for carving out long term aspiration is rich. Sexuality may be the shadow here, often repressed or contained, humiliation or revolt may accompany physical orgasm or sexual expression. Femininity may be obstructed. The will is intense with Saturn-Mars. The individual makes an inspiring parent
When Saturn contacts Jupiter the individual may feel unworthy of happiness, or suspicious when fortune arrives. Often states of elation are accompanied with fears the experience ending and anxiety about the awaiting opposing state. When opportunity reveals itself, the individual can be paranoid and doubtful, considering the stream of broken promises once heard and believed by the individual - often by one or both of the parents. The desire to prove the intellect with academic credential can be characteristic of Saturn-Jupiter. There is tremendous talent for excelling in higher education. However the road to doctorate considerably volatile.
The whole running gag about no one but Tsuna recognizing Reborn in his disguises despite it being painfully obvious is literally the funniest thing ever, but the thing is, Reborn continually insisted that he was a master of disguise and, given that he’s the best hitman in the world, it would make sense for him to have that skill, so there really is no reason to not believe him and it’s actually far more likely that he’s telling the truth and the fact that Tsuna is able to recognize him every time, without fail, is probably proof of his worthiness of being Vongola Decimo and perhaps a sign that his Hyper Intuition has been active since the very beginning, and the only reason Reborn’s disguises are so obvious to us, as the readers, is because the entire series is told from Tsuna’s pov.
Thank you @viviena for this amazing animation!!! It is perfect :)) In celebration of such amazing work, I present a fic
Stiles was a very easily distracted five year old. Example A - he had managed to wander off seventeen times in the past hour, constantly caught up in his need to more closely examine every flower or bug that caught his fancy.
He had been taken on the hike to expend some energy, to relieve the restlessness that seemed ingrained into the kid’s bones. It was a common occurrence for Sheriff Stilinski to have to revert back to countless websites that he had bookmarked to look for a new babysitter willing to look after his little bundle of spaz.
It had been almost fate, meeting the Hales. A simple accident, one that the families had long since moved past seeing as a negative. The sheriff and Stiles had gone to the grocery store, his dad looking worn out and tired, staying up too late looking for a new sitter. It seemed like if a person hadn’t already babysat Stiles, they had heard rumors about the boy and his difficult to handle nature. So, for now, the sheriff took the boy everywhere, cashing in favours the receptionists at the precinct owed him when he was called out on duty. But even their patience was growing thin.
It was in the grocery store after John Stilinski and Talia Hale had exchanged pleasant smiles that all hell broke loose. Or well, Stiles broke loose. He had managed to climb out of the back of the cart and wandered the aisle before running head first into a pair of legs. A boy of about nine or ten years looked down at the stumbling mess of a kid by his knees. The boy looked up, saw the man talking pleasantly with his mother and smelled the familial scents.
Honestly as someone who's never had a cat before (and has looked into it), I'm continually impressed with your patience for such a high-maintenance (but very loving and well-cared for!) cat. And the photos are adorable. I hope you have a great night! o/
haha thank you!
I did INTENTIONALLY get a breed marketed as needy/hyper-active/prone to screaming, so high maintenance was kinda what I was after. Pangur’s really good at getting me out of my head 👌
Bts rection you being a Drummer, Dancer and Rapper in a GG
Request: @xyourpinksky Hi! please can you do a (possibly long) bts written reaction to their idol gf being a drummer, dancer and rapper in a girl group! :)
Of course my angel. For me it’s like my first real request so I’m really excited about it…I talk too much. Soooo…MTL, Long and short reactions (Smut, Fluff, Angst) are open.
For Jin it will be a nighmare the fact that you do so many things. He’ll be constantly worried if you are okay. He’ll question if you have eaten, if you sleep enough and so on.For him dancing was a really tiring activity,the thought that you are not only a dancer, but also a drummer, for which you need strong hands, but also a freaking rapper, which requires stamina, is scary. For him, you were his little angel, that eats everything he cooks, and a delicate creature that shouldn’t be tired at any cost.
Min Yoongi will see himself in you. You are hardworking believer in your dreams. When you two first meet you had a gag close to BigHit entertainment. People on the streets really liked you and the variety of talents you had. So he hid in the audience and listened and after that everything was a blur. The way to the top. Yoongi is so proud to see that his girl can do so many things. It also reduces his band fees. Because he plays the piano himself, while you play the drums in almost all of bts songs, where they are needed. The only sad thing however is that because of many practises and shedules nowdays he can’t see you as often as he wishes.
Just like Yoongi he sees himself in you. He is really proud to see you next to him on top, but sometimes he worries about your health and hyper activity. Drummer, dancer, rapper and now you wanted to be a vocal. He really loved you, but this was too much.
One day,when by full coincidence you were both free, you were lying on Namjoon’s bed talking absolute nonsense in order to relax your minds. And then you decided to bring up the topic of being a vocal for the next album. Namjoon wasn’t all to pleased wihtt he idea. “Baby, I understand you want to be able to do eveything and to make the group even better, but you have to know when to stop. I’m not opposing of the idea. But leave things for the other members too. Also, you are already recording the drums, choreographing the title tracka and wrote all the rap by yourself. That’s enoug. You have to relax.”
Boy is hype let’s be honest. He’ll love the fact that you are able to do so many things in the group. He’ll also love the positive feedback you get from the society. One day after the drum practice, he helped you write the rap for one of the upcoming songs that was produced by genius Min Yoongi himself. Suddenly his phone buzzed. It was an article suggestion. “Babyyyyyy…look look loook. It’s an article about you. “Meet, LaL the kpop GG, that takes the whole kpop world by storm.” That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” “Hoseok, baby, you say this every time an article about me pops up.” “Well, my girlfriend is really talented,what can I say?”
Jiminie will be so fascinated by all the things you can do. Your dance was almost as powerful as his, so you two danced almost always. Drums were also something he finds absolutely woww. In the company there weren’t many people who could play the drums, so on some days in exchange of vocal lessons you were teaching him drums. And boy, did he enjoyed it. At some point, BigHit alowed you two to buy more drums, so now you were not only dancing together, but making drum sessions, vocal lessons. Jimin got a little jealous when he saw you taking rap lessons from Namjoon, but got quickly over it, when you asured him, he is the only one.
Leave it to Kim Taehyung to praise the shit out of you. He is always in the V.I.P logue, waving around your groups lighstick while singing to all of the songs. When your drum solo came on, boy started shouting “THIS IS MY GIRL. SHE CAN ALSO RAP AND DANCE. SHE IS MINE. MINE I TELL YOU. THAT’S IT BABY. KILL THIS SOLO.” Shouts our Tae while using his lightstick as a drumstick.
Jungkook is the one and only Golden maknae. So, when you told him all about your talents, he let his competitive side get the best of him. So in only a month, Junkookie was able to decently play the drums. It was the only thing he couldn’t do. Honestly, the whole nation took sides and bets when it came your realtionship, because both of you wanted to be able to do everything and that was the base of your love. And it all started because of them drums.
The Chinese Onyx Dias are a special forces group tasked with mass crime elimination and suppression. Mainly they focus on organized vandal groups and anarchists, such groups are commonplace due to the ease of living and scarcity of majority employment. While China is one of the few nations to still maintain a prewar government system even strong patriotism was not able to stave off mass unrest after the post war mass automation.
With human labor nearly worthless and no greater code of ethics to abide by enforced by a primary world power or alliance most civilized places practice mass suppression and distraction tactics regularly. Either through hyper consumerism or forced activity.
Pairing: sub!Tyler x Reader/ Warnings:Blowjob, Cussing/ a/n It’ll get far more intense, believe me.
“And Y/N, you’ll be working with Tyler.”
Your eyes shot up from your paper, blinking a couple times at your professor, trying to figure out if you’d heard her correctly. “S-sorry?” You mumbled, a confused frown pulling at the corners of your lips.
“You’ll be working with Tyler for this project.” She confirmed, smiling at you as if she was doing you a solid. You shot a look to the boy in the corner who was smirking cockily back at you. You internally groaned, returning your gaze to the paper on your desk. Tyler wasn’t exactly the easiest kid to work with, he was either tediously hyper-active or depressingly solemn, and you needed someone you could trust for this paper. You needed this credit.
“Y/L/N?” You looked up to see your professor looming over you.
“Yes.” You answered bluntly, not even attempting to hide your annoyance.
“I know it’ll be hard for you to work with Tyler but it’ll be good for him to spend some time with someone like you. He needs some control. Plus there’s extra credit in it for you if he passes this class. Also, who knows? He might bring out another side to you to.” She smiled again before placing a project brief down in front of you and continuing her rounds of the classroom.
You leant back in your chair, staring at the ceiling before pulling yourself together. “Extra credit.” You muttered to yourself before getting up and moving over to the desk next to Tyler.
“Hey.” He spoke, quieter than you were expecting.
“I’m doing this for me. You better pull through.” You spat, without so much as a ‘hello’.
You watched him timidly pick up the coffee cup in front of him with his hands, which had been covered by the sleeves of his sweater. He blew on it lightly and looked up at you before breaking into a full grin.
“Relax. I’ll behave. I’m a good boy.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips before quickly returning, leaving your stomach in knots and your jaw slightly slack. You cleared your throat, crossing your legs to relieve some of the tension that seeing another side to him had caused.
“Well, I’ll fail if you flunk this. So don’t fuck up.”
“Got it. Don’t fuck up.”
You winced at the sound of the dirty word coming from his pretty mouth. “You shouldn’t cuss.”
“Why? You do.”
“Yeah but I’m- I’m…” You stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse.
“In charge? Fair. It’s only acceptable in extreme cases, right? When there are no other words to describe what your feeling? Okay.”
Your breath caught in your throat as he stared at you shamelessly. You stared back, taking the time to study his eyes, his lips, his tanned skin. You’d never given him so much as a second thought before, but now…
“Y/N?” He giggled, waving a hand in front of your face.
He let one last bubble of amusement fall from his lips before continuing. “I said when are we gonna start working on this?”
You groaned again as the realisation that he wasn’t just something pretty to look at hit you square in the face. You wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. “Tonight.” You spoke bluntly, pulling a scrap of paper from your notebook and scribbling your address down on to it. “6:30. Don’t be late.” Almost as if on queue, the bell rang and you got up from your seat, throwing your bag on to your back and exiting the classroom, leaving the annoyingly attractive boy behind you.
6:28. There was a knock at the door. Your parents were out so you left your room and went downstairs to answer it.
“Hey.” Tyler stood before you in a different outfit to the one you had seen him in previously that day. Black skinny jeans and a black muscle tee, show casing tattoos you didn’t know he had, his red backpack hung lazily from his left shoulder. You felt somewhat insecure in your mom jeans and a baggy t-shirt, he seemed like he’d made an effort, you certainly had not.
You brushed the feeling to one side and returned his casual greeting, simply turning on your heels and muttering a “this way” before returning to your room. He sat on the floor and pulled out his notebook and a pen, looking up at you for instructions on what to do next. You took a moment to appreciate how pretty he looked, knelt on the floor, and your mind began to drift.
“You keep zoning out on me, everything okay?”
You blinked, snapping yourself out of your trance and pulling the project brief out of your bag. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just get to work.”
It was only fifteen minutes later that you felt his eyes on you. The two of you had been working in silence, and there was an undeniable tension in the room. You looked over at him, and sure enough, were met by his dark eyes staring right back. Once again, he didn’t make an effort to look away. You felt a shiver run down your spine but quickly composed yourself, regaining your serious façade. “Focus.”
He looked at you blankly for a moment. “What?”
“You should be staring at your work, not me. Focus. I’m not your project.”
He continued staring before nodding timidly and returning to his work, you smiled to yourself before doing the same. Five minutes later though, his eyes were on you again. You didn’t even bother looking up this time. “What, Tyler?”
“I-I need help.”
You refused to look up. “What question?”
“N-no, something else.”
You looked up this time, curious as to what he was talking about. You were greeted by the blushing boy, his hands doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in his pants. “Oh my god Tyler. Go to the bathroom.”
He nodded meekly and got up, still covering his crotch. You heard the door to your bathroom shut and smirked to yourself. He was cute, and the thought of having control over him in the way he was suggesting you did sent your mind down the gutter. The door shut again, and you turned to see Tyler in the door way, still fully clothed.
“I- I need something…”
“Goddammit.” You cursed, getting up and pulling him into your room before shutting the door and pushing him against it. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you began to unbutton his jeans. You looked up at him, the sight of his bottom lip caught between his teeth setting butterflies free in your stomach. “If this is what it takes for you to do the fucking project, then so be it. But I’m in control, touch me and I’ll stop. Take off your shirt.” You ordered, watching him pull off his shirt -revealing more tattoos- before nodding frantically, silently begging you to continue. It didn’t take much.
You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, wasting no time. You knew you could get him to cum quickly, and that’s exactly what you wanted. You took his large cock in your hand, the slightest touch emitting a whiney and beautiful moan from his soft lips.
“You needy for me baby?”
You chuckled at the way he begged before licking a long strip up the underside of his cock, teasing him with your tongue before taking him in your mouth, his vulgar moans pushing you forward. You began to suck, pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You looked up to see his head tilted backwards, his hands scratching down his chest to stop himself from touching you. Loud moans spilled from his mouth, curse words and your name. The sounds drove you crazy, and you found yourself working him faster, desperate to reward him for his beauty. Soon enough, he was breathing deeply, his moans whiney and needy as his chest and abs tensed uncontrollably. You felt him spill in your mouth and swallowed, holding on to his thighs to give him extra support.
“Fuck.” He breathed finally, opening his eyes.
“You scratched yourself up pretty good.” You chuckled.
“I-it was the o-only way I could stop myself from t-touching you.”
“Well, you didn’t, good boy. Such a good boy, that if you continue to do what I say and finish your project, there’ll be a lot more where that came from.”
A/N: This is literally my first smut, please go easy on my ass
“Park Jimin, I swear to…” his fingers twitched,
touching this special spot deeply in you and soon you were going to cum on a
table in a very public restaurant with the boys around you.
It started very simple. Jimin loved the danger,that
was it. You thought that’s why he decided to casually slip his hand in your
dress, knowing there is no underwear. He personally forbid you to wear it.
As he was having his fun teasing your folds with feather
touches, it hit you what was actually happening. You two had made a promise
around an year ago, before the beginning of the “I need you” era. If Bangtan wins
“Artist/Album of the year” within two years, he gets to let his sexual
frustration wherever and whenever for two weeks. And guess he remembers it,
He couldn’t just do that. Driving you crazy, lazily dragging
his digits between your folds, doing absolutely nothing more than tease you.
It was one if it was you, the boys and their
girlfriends, you would’ve let it slip, because honestly the boys are always
horny little fucks and do things under the table, but the whole restaurant was
closed for all Big Hit employees and artists. And fucking Park Jimin decides
that now is a good time? You tried to listen to Taehyung girlfriend, a nice,
small creature with hyper active personality, just like her boyfriend. She was
telling about their plans with Tae for travel around Europe, but just as you
were about to ask from where in Europe they will start their journey, Jimin
slammed three digits and the whole thing got too much. You rest your head on
the table, making small faces, trying to hold your moans and while Jimin was
enjoying it, you were getting frustrated.
Roughly you locked your small hand around his and pull
his hand out of your dress. Jimin got your idea, leaned in and whispered. “Let
go, now. Or receive the consequences later.” To which you slowly let go of his
hand, he abruptly stood up and headed to the toilet. You knew better than not
to follow him, so you quickly stood up and followed him.
When you opened the door of the man bathroom, you were
greeted with hands around your waist and lips attached to your own. Nibling,
biting and short brakes for in-takes of breath were the only times you could
practicaly do anything. Jimin on the other hand, had full control on himself
and the whole situation. He was aware he had to be really fast and make you cum
there and then, because someone could walk in. Which meant no time for an
actual fuck, it won’t bring him any satisfaction, but enough time to finish his
work of destruction on your body. “Who exactly gave you the right to touch me?
I won the stupid bet, now you are mine. That’s what you said, remember? And
then you have the guts to stop me having my reward? You are really brave,
little girl. But,” two of Jimin’s fingers went back, carrasing the folds, not
featherly anymore. More rough. Making you cry out loud from the pressure and
pleasure “for now, you shut this little sassy mouth of yours and let me finish
my canvas.” Suddenly adding a third digit in the whole mess, you cried out
Jimin’s name quietly. His fingers worked quicker and quicker, making you lose
your breath, wanting him to go even faster, closer to the edge of the bliss.
And as if he heard the unspoken prayers, he speed up to such extent, tears
formed in your eyes, making mascara slowly run down your face, but successfully
reaching the paradise.
Jimin helped you ride out your orgasm, helping you
come down from the skies. “Clean your hands mister Commander.” Jimin smirked
and licked his fingers, making a new pool down your legs. “Be really careful
with your words, baby. At home you’ll really call me Commander.”
Dad!Monsta X's reaction to brushing their daughter's hair
Dad!Monsta X’s reaction to brushing their daughters hair and being surprised about the amount of hair on the brush due to her thick hair.
My gifs were playing with me so no gifs, sorry.😤
I hope this is what you wanted. I apologize for any mistakes.
You would always do your daughter’s hair while he lounged on the couch and watched tv like the big cuddly bear he is. But this changed as soon as your son was born, which meant that you didn’t have the time to be doing y/d/n hair, which also meant that Shownu had to step up to the plate. Just like you, y/d/n was a sassy, spiteful little girl and wasn’t afraid to show it. She was confident and a little bit of a brat, which always got on your god damn nerves. Shownu was nervous of how y/d/n would react yo him but she took it well, aside from her side comments.
He brought her to the bathroom and sat her on the counter top. He watched as her little hands guided him to the required brush that needed to be used on her hair. He grabbed the brush surprised at how so many hair on just one brush and large amount of hair on his little girl’s head.
“Wow y/d/n you have so much hair.”
He always wanted to do your daughter’s hair but he was never around to do it. But today was his lucky day, he had a day off from work which meant he could spend time with you and his little princess.
He bug you to infinite and beyond until you gave up and let him do her hair, but not before giving him some instructions. Listening to you closely he sat his princess on his lap and grabbed the brush from on you. He looked at her hair amazed at how much hair she has and the amount of bristles on the brush.
“Your hair is so pretty y/d/n.”
“Thank you daddy.”
He was so excited when you finally let him do her hair. y/d/n head was full of tight curls,which meant it was even hard for you to brush her hair. He loved learning about her magic hair and all it wonders, so when you brought up the idea of him doings hair he went ballistic.
The whole night he couldn’t sleep, all he could think about was his daughter’s hair. So as soon as he woke up he immediately went to her bedroom. He carried her to the bathroom, telling y/d/n how excited he was to do her hair and what not. Just like you on a everyday bases she gave him the side eye, tired of his cheerfulness at 6 in the morning.
“So big and curly.” He squealed.
“Daddy I’m tired.” y/d/n whined.
You were off visiting a friend that just had a baby for the week, which meant it was Kihyun’s job to watch y/d/n. Kihyun laid in bed alone, thinking about the long day ahead. Normally it was you who woke up y/d/n, got her ready for the day and brought her to school. But now that you weren’t here for the week, it was now up to him now.
Sleep deprived, he gently woke up his little girl and brought her to the bathroom half awake. He grabbed the nearest brush he could find and brought up to her hair. Even though he was still tired he noticed the big amount of hair that y/d/n held on her little head.
“So much hair.”
“Daddy wake up I have to go to school!”
You always wanted Hyungwon to do your baby’s hair but he always avoided it , hiding in the closet or even in the kitchen cabinets because he felt as if he would mess up her hair. But you always told him, “You never know if you don’t try.“, but as always he brushed it off.
Today was the day Hyungwon would finally do y/d/n’s hair, you woke up extra early just before he woke up. You literally dragged him to y/d/n room and made him wake her up. You followed them the the bathroom were Hyungwon set her down and started to brush her hair. He stood there in awe, amazed at the big amount of hair on y/d/n head.
“You amazing y/d/n.”
“Thanks can I go back to bed now please?”
Jooheon being the hyper active man he was always wanted to do y/d/n’s hair but you refused not trusting him after he cut your by ‘accident’. Clearly you were still salty about it. After an hour of whining you finally let him do it. But warned him him to stay away from the scissors or else, scared of what will happened if he didn’t listen to you he stayed away from scissors.
You eyed Jooheon cautiously, make the hair at the back of his neck rise He took the brush from its container and slowly started to brush y/d/n hair as he combed through her hair he put his through her curls shook.
“So many curls.”
“Daddy your sweating!”
It was his dream to brush through y/d/n hair but he was always so awkward to ask. As the days went by you slowly noticed him staring at you lovingly as you did y/d/n hair. You always knew that he wanted to do her hair but you would wait for him to ask.
You got tired of waiting around so you told him he could do it. Being the supportive girlfriend you stood by his side, encouraging him as he combed through your daughter’s hair, even y/d/n was cheering him on. As he started he noticed the large amount of hair y/d/n held and it had him scared.
Mark (Got7) Reacting to Falling For a Hyper/Sexual Girl
Prompt: “Hi! I love your blog and reactions so much! I was wondering if you could do the reactions of Mark (GOT7), Namjoon (BTS) and I.M (Monsta X) when they fall for a short, hyper girl who is always making sexual jokes? Thank you :) xxx”
Mark: He would become a giggly mess when you make sexual jokes. In the back of his mind, he’d wonder if you were really into all that you joked about, but probably wouldn’t ever ask about it. Sometimes he wouldn’t be sure how to deal with your hyper-activity, but he’d just smile and laugh despite that. With your height and bubbly personality, he’d find you adorable. He’d just be taken aback when you made innuendos.
KC Gives Back drabble for the lovely Klaristar! Thank you soooooo much for donating!! I put a smidgd of a spin on it for ultimate Kol/Caroline brotp feels, and I hope you like that I came up with!
Prompt: Long established KC, Klaus has been in a bad mood for a while and won’t say why so Caroline & Kol get fed up with him and go on vacation, get up to some crazy crap and require to be rescued.
Caroline frowned for what felt like the upteenth time in far too many days, watching Klaus grumble while putting on his jacket. The anger radiating off of his body, and infiltrating the atmosphere of the whole house.
She’d been with him for almost a decade now, and she’s never seen him like this. Having been around him for long enough, she’d become rather acquainted with his specific mood’s. For the most part, he was easy for her to read. But this, whatever was wrong with him now, she couldn’t put a lock on.
If she were being honest she’d prefer his all-out rage mood, because at least there’d be no mistaking what he was feeling. And trying to confront him about it wasn’t really working given that he’s been out of the house all day long, every day for the past two weeks.
Klaus, despite being very closed off given the life he’s lived, has always been shockingly open with her. Which is why his refusal to let her confront him now was so unnerving.
“Klaus—” She tried in vain, before his voice jumped in.
“I have to step out again, love.” He informed her, as if that wasn’t already blatantly obvious from the moment he walked into their room to get his jacket.
“Shocker.” She mumbled, with just enough tonation to ensure that he heard it.
Klaus sighed deeply, his gaze almost apologetic. But not quite enough.
“Sweetheart, it’s nothing—” He tried.
“Nothing what, personal? Because it kind of feels like it is, Klaus.” She snapped, having now stood up from her lounged position on their bed. “I have been trying so hard not to pry, but you’ve never been this closed off with me. And I don’t get it.” She continued fiercely, before her gaze and tone turned much softer. “I just want you to try and let me understand.” She whispered.
Klaus’ gaze was stoic, his stance taken aback by her visible anger.
A slight hesitation in his step didn’t go unnoticed by her as he carefully walked towards her.
His hands reaching up to wrap around her, settling on her lower back.
“I understand that my rather sporadic presence—”
“Try nonexistent.” She interjected immediately, not willing to budge.
Klaus’ eyes rolled out of affection at her specifics, before nodding in agreement.
“Yes, I understand my nonexistent presence,” he corrected, “has been with no explanation. But there’s something I must take care of, love. And it’s not something I desire for you to be in the middle of.” He spoke firmly, hoping her frustration would escalate any further.
A hope that was short-lived.
Caroline shrieked, maneuvering out of his grasp.
“Seriously?!” She yelled. “You call that an answer?”
“Caroline, if I’m conducting matters this way, it’s for a purpose.” He ventured.
“I’m not a matter for you to conduct, Klaus. I’m supposed to be your equal!”
Their eyes were locked heavily on each other, before a soft knock at the door yanked them out of their focus.
“Niklaus, we really should get going.” Elijah’s annoyingly tranquil voice said.
Caroline turned back to hold Klaus’ gaze once more, her eyes pleading for him to stay.
“Apologies, love. But I need to finish this.” He resigned, the look on his face riddled with worry wondering just how far he’s pushed her.
Bowing his head in shame, he trudged out of their room, telling himself that what he was handling was much too important.
Caroline stood behind, her mind reeling with possibilities for what had just happened.
Ok here’s a theory thing for Dark and Anti (as if there wasn’t enough already)
So get this: me and my friend are total existential nuts, and we came up with the concept of ‘corruptions’.
These are creatures that - in the original version - were once human. Their minds became corrupted, be it by mental disorders, existential crisis’, or anything that causes extreme mental trauma and stress. They then become corrupted by the thing that plagued their mind. You become what corrupted you physically.
In the newest idea for it though (just thought of by me scrolling through my feed) is that a corruption is another version of you. Your shadow. The part of you that only you know because it fucks your mind over and you just can’t put it into words. Your corruption will always hate you. You are the reason they are corrupt - your mind is their source.
And here’s the twister - the more people come to know you/the more famous you are, the more real the corruption becomes. That’s what i think Dark and Anti are. They’re literally corruptions of Mark and Jack’s minds.
And here’s some evidence:
Looking back on Mark’s old FNAF videos (the first game) he explained that he hated the scenario the game put him in. He was forced to not move and face the quiet before the storm. And that’s exactly what Dark is. The quiet and the storm. He waits. He explores the “pizzeria” - or a metaphorical audience - much like the animatronics that plagued Mark, before he gets fed up of being watched and goes to move. But we block him off constantly with our doors. With each new “night”, or new attempt, he gets more and more agitated. The quiet becomes shorter and the storm is stronger. If we don’t move quick enough or use up all our resources, he strikes.
For Jack, how bad would he feel if he hurt someone? How guilty would he feel, even if the person asked him to do it? Think back on the video where Pewds and Jack slapped Mark over the face since Mark didn’t post a video. Jack felt horrible and awfully guilty, and hugged Mark immediately after in apology. He doesn’t want to hurt people and could quite possibly be scared that his hyper-activeness can cause people pain.
That’s Anti. The corrupted Jack is like his opposite, he wants people to hurt. He wants to attack. He’s a sociopath - the one thing Jack hopes he isn’t. And don’t get me wrong, Mark’s the same, but there’s more evidence for the Anti case here.
Both Anti and Dark want people to hurt. It’s what Jack and Mark don’t want. The corrupted Mark and Jack are the way they are because of what Jack and Mark have made for themselves.
And do you want to know the worst part about corruption?
Besides the fact that they become more real as more people know the original (cough their subs cough) but once they’re real enough, the original can become fully corrupted. Mark will become Dark. Jack will become Anti.
And no matter how much we may resist, those two wont quit until we make a choice.
They hate us. We made them real because we know and watch Mark and Jack. We are the reason they are conscious and aware of everything. We are the reason they suffer.
They want to return the favour, and they don’t want the other to get in the way.
Before you decide to take an attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder treatment drug, such as Adderall, consider its common side effects including: Lack of appetite, Headache, Inability to fall asleep and stay asleep, Dry Mouth, Abdominal Pain and Discomfort, Weight Loss, Restlessness.
Derek understands that Stiles has a lot on his shoulders. He’s been putting in so much time and effort into helping the pack bond and really become a family of sorts and he can’t even begin to articulate how much that means to him. That does not mean, however, that it’s okay for Stiles to neglect himself in the process.
Well, if Stiles is going to insist on ignoring his basic-human needs, then Derek will have to take care of it for him.
The five times Derek takes (maybe a little too much) care of Stiles and the one time Stiles makes him talk about it.
summary: starting afresh at Seoul National University, driving her passion for swimming forward, Yeri has attained the sturdy course of Sports Ed. as her four-year study.
During Yeri’s first week, it’s trouble at home but nervous glances and sweaty palms as she meets bio-engineering student Jeon Jungkook, who is currently living on campus. Jungkook was everything the perfect male college student was. Tall, lean, smart, not necessarily on the football team but he was something that Yeri almost yearned for.
The only problem was keeping this whole thing a secret from her asshole, drug-addict brother, Min Yoongi.
a/n: hi, angel here! this will be my first chaptered fic i’m posting here on tumblr so i hope you guys like it! it won’t be more than 10 parts (hopefully)! i’ll also be opening requests for small drabbles for a short time too so you guys get to be more familiar with my writing! enjoy :)