it's just something about them that i find interesting now that i'm thinking about them again

anonymous asked:

Oh almighty napkin arm with googly eyes, I humble peregrin dare come forth with a request... could you make some character design breakdowns for some more realistic characters? Like your power ranger fanart? I tried to break them down on my own, but I'm not sure I did it that well... it's incredibly useful and interesting... Keep being awesome, and thanks for how you already helped me anyway!

Thanks for the patience, had to mull this one over. The more complex a design gets, the more difficult it is to break down. Basic character design tips may not be enough…so let’s delve into:

Character Design Tips Part 2!

Before we start, it’ll help to read my last character design post, where I laid out four concepts: shapes, silhouettes, colors, and inspiration. In this post, I aim to build on and rephrase these in a way that hopefully makes it easier to apply them. I’ll be drawing examples from my Power Rangers (2017) fanart to illustrate my points.

(Disclaimers:)

  • (Ideally, you should already be comfortable with drawing people. If not, look into figure drawing, gesture drawing, etc.)
  • (Whereas my previous tips were more tried and true, the tips here are more my own thoughts, so they may be half-formed.)
  • (Again, these are not rules. They’re just tips to add to your toolbox; the more tools you have, the more versatile you’ll become.)

Without further ado, let’s start!

Based off what we know about shapes, silhouettes, colors and inspiration, I want to cover: lines and angles, external and internal silhouettes, values, and references.

1. Shapes => Lines and Angles

Last time, I laid out three basic shapes:round, box, and triangle.

Problem: limiting yourself to these 3 shapes can be useful and fun for simpler designs, but they may be too simple or look out of place on more complex designs.

Solution: let’s go to the next level! Instead of shapes, shift your thinking to lines and angles!

Lines can be curved, straight, or diagonal.
Angles can range from obtuse to acute angles.
Follow your intuition: what feeling do you get from each line or angle?
If I follow my own intuition, I see that:

  • curved lines = natural, soft
  • straight lines = balanced, grounded
  • diagonal lines = off-balance, in motion
  • obtuse angles = broad, relaxed
  • right angles = rigid, unnatural
  • acute angles = slim, dynamic

If this sounds familiar, you’re right! It’s just the shapes all over again: 

  • curved lines make round shapes
  • straight lines with obtuse/right angles make boxy shapes
  • diagonal lines with acute angles make triangular shapes

But lo! Since we broke the shapes into their smaller components, it’s much more flexible! Now we can use lines and angles for more complex designs:

2. Silhouette => External and Internal Silhouettes

Last time, I explained the silhouette test: if you black out the figure, it should still be readable.

Problem: blacking out the figure only tests the outline of the design, i.e. the external silhouette. But what about the inside of the design?

Solution: block in the figure and test for the internal silhouette! 

If you want not just an interesting outline, but an interesting costume, block in the major components of your design to see if it has a readable internal silhouette. This test can help you avoid boring or cluttered costumes and makes your design stand out. If your internal silhouette is too empty, try adding props or designs. If it’s too busy, simplify it.


3. Colors => Values

Last time, I talked about the 60-30-10 and 70-30 rules for color.

Problem: those rules work on the assumption that you’re only using 2 to 3 colors. But what if I want to use more colors?

Solution: good news! The same idea applies if you split your palette into 3 major values: shadows, midtones, and highlights.

Balance your palette by converting your colors to grayscale and applying the 60-30-10 rule to the values. This is related to the idea of silhouettes; if you get a nice internal silhouette, you’ll probably end up with a nicely balanced set of palette values, and vice versa.

(Fun fact! You can split your palette in different ways. In a watercolor tutorial, Miyazaki splits the palette into bright, dark, black, green 1, green 2, blue 1, and blue 2.)

4. Inspiration => References

“Good artists copy, great artists steal!” -Picasso

Problem: Coming up with something 100% original is tedious and doesn’t always give great results. It saps the inspiration right out of you!

Solution: It’s a lot easier to steal ideas from references!

Note: don’t just copy, steal! Cherry-pick/massage the aspects of the reference you find the most appealing and work them into your design. Ditch anything that you don’t care about. Make it your own! Make it something you can put your own name on! Below is the reference image I used for my designs:

And below is my fanart:

That’s it for now! Thanks for reading! If you guys want to see any other topics, feel free to ask and I can try my hand at it.

If you want to see my previous character design tips, click here.
If you want to see the full-size Power Rangers fanart lineup, click here.
If you want to see other character designs I’ve done, click here.

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?

.-

Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm currently learning Spanish at school and absolutely love it, but I really struggle when it comes to listening exams. I just can't seem to hear the words clearly and understand! Is there anything you can suggest so that I could get better? Thanks so much (p.s I'm in love with your blog, it's the best) Xx

¡Hola! ¡Gracias! ^^

I totally understand you, that’s also my weakest point. But don’t worry, it has solution :)

To improve your listening skills you need some active listening, this means that you give a response to what you listen. Just playing a Spanish podcast or radio station in the background while you do other stuff doesn’t really help, that’s passive listening.

The easiest way to give a response is writing what you hear, or answer some comprehension questions. And the best way is to speak with a native speaker in one-to-one conversations.

Here are some ideas to improve your listening skills:

Books & MP3

If you are studying with a book that has MP3 files with the listening exercises, I recommend you to listen to it, over and over again. Also try to write what you hear. If your book has the transcripts, you can check later if what you heard was correct. Then listen to it again, you’ll realize that you can understand more words now.

For difficult words or phrases try to repeat them out loud, it’ll be easier for your brain to recognize the sound of the words if you are the one who is speaking. Try to repeat the whole dialogues too.

Songs

  • Pick a slow song.
  • Try to write down the song, it doesn’t matter if you write just few words, we’re just starting.
  • Now find the lyrics and read them. Most of the times you’ll realize that you knew more words than you thought, but you just couldn’t catch them. If you want to know the translation you can find it here.
  • Listen to the song again reading the lyrics. You’ll see that the words you knew but couldn’t hear are there!
  • Listen to the song again. Hopefully you’ll catch more words now.
  • Try to write the song again. You’ll do it better this time! :)
  • Repeat this as many times as you need.

Some recommended singers (most of their songs are slow):

Alejandro Fernández
Alejandro Sanz
Alex Syntek
Alex Ubago
Alexander Acha
Carla Morrison
Camila
Jesse & Joy
Luis Miguel
Luis Fonsi
Reik
Siam
Sin Bandera

Vocabulary

Sometimes we can’t understand what people say because we actually don’t know the words, even if they’re using simple grammar. So I recommend you to increase your vocabulary.

Memrise is a good website to memorize vocabulary because you can also listen to the word (if they have audio). Pick a vocabulary list, make sure it has audio file for each word! and start learning. It’s very easy to use, and you can practice as much as you want.

It also happens that you know how the word looks, but you don’t know how it sounds. If you want to know how a specific word or phrase sounds you can go to Forvo and look for the word. Search for all the words that are difficult for you and listen to them over and over again. Try to repeat them too so you get used to the sound.

Listening Comprehension

I’ll give you some websites where you can test how much you can understand.

Listening with comprehension exercises:

Listening with transcription:

Videos

Watch videos about what you like in Spanish. It’s easier to learn when you see and hear something that you’re interested in.
For example I like to watch DIY and cosmetics videos, so I search for them in my target language (Korean). Sometimes I realize I can understand more than I thought, sometimes I just understand few words. But because I like it, it keeps me motivated to learn more vocabulary and grammar so I can understand better next time. 

1 x 1 conversations

This is the best way to give a response to what you listen. I know it’s scary for most people, but the more you do it, the easier it gets.

Personally my favorite webpage to practice conversation is Italki (I always recommend it). You can pick any professional teacher or community tutor and tell them about your goals and your struggles. They will try their best to help you and give you the service and tools that you need.

There you can also find language parters that are interested in your language and make a language exchange. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Just think that they might be as nervous as you, but they really want to learn the language, just like you! ^^


I hope these ideas help you. Work hard and good luck on your learning! :)

the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"

anonymous asked:

I feel like I'm kinda alone on this, but I hc Keith as having galra short genes. We've seen that a lot of galra in their military are tall, but we've also seen some VERY short galra, so I've been thinking that it's really not that big a thing as fandom makes out for Keith to be the height he is. Whether he turns out to be full galra, half, or whatever, I don't think galra his height are as unusual as it's thought. Ideas of him nyooming up in height an stature make no sense to me & sound painful.

ya thats true!! see the thing i love about the galra is that their level of biodiversity is just completely unlike any other race we’ve seen. They look like they’re from this vast empire that’s expanded across half the universe in 10,000 years, i mean just from an evolutionary standpoint they’ve?? got it all?? I know a lot of people joke about them being “space cats” but while some have fur and other kinda feline features, a lot of them look more reptilian: 

and even if you try to find commonalities, there’s honestly almost nothing beyond the purple skin (which curiously, along with a growth in height, are the only galra attributes a shifting altean would inherit). So like, you could say–well, galra have these facial markings, that’s a distinctly galra thing. But thace doesn’t. Or you might point out that they all have those little frills on their head, but morvok doesn’t. You could try saying they all have the big fuzzy cat–or more so bat–like ears, but ulaz and zarkon don’t. Even the golden eyes, something that seems to be a given for all the galra in the military at least, is a trait that sal lacks. i mean, some galra aren’t even purple, like the guard in beta traz. There’s also galra that have these rare recessive traits you don’t really see elsewhere, like kollivan’s hair and antok’s tail 

so going back to your height headcannon, there’s certainly precedence for that. The mall cop galra looks closer in height to say hunk or lance, while the commander on Traujeer is noticeably very short. Though in the case of the latter, that seems more like some form of dwarfism. Allura gets taller when she shifts into her galra form so, I would assume that means most galra are taller by default, though there are exceptions to the rule. Others include Lotor–who’s already been called a “little fellow”–and the Mystery Galra in the weblum. But Lotor is half-Altean, which would account for his lack of height, and presumably so is MG, because they were digging around looking for scultrite (an outdated altean fuel source).

something else that’s kinda funny, but when keith agreed to his trial, the bom already had a suit in his size. Even though all the other galra there are like, a foot taller than shiro, apparently galra that short aren’t so unheard of that they wouldn’t have a set of armor or two that takes that into account. Either that or hallucinogenic ceremonial cult initiation armor comes in a Child Size or its one size fits all lmao

but anyway ya, i think its totally possible keith and maybe his mom are both on the shorter side. And though he appears more galran, lotor is still referred to as small by galra standards. So even if keith does shift or gain more alien attributes, i don’t think he’ll suddenly grow a few feet like allura (whose growth is based off the height of an average galra rather than a half-blood one). 

Then again, allura might actually not be a reliable source on any of this, since i think much of the galran biodiversity is rooted in expansionism and evolution across the universe (not to mention the introduction of druid experiments and quintessence), and allura’s ability is meant to mimic a galra that predates that empire by over 10,000 years. So maybe being tall and purple was a given back then, but now the galra are a bit more varied in their gene pools. anyway im also just really short so i will defend small galra keith to the grave either way lmao 

anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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The guess monster

Tendou Satori is one of the more colourful characters in the line-up of mostly crazy athletic teenagers that is Haikyuu.
As with most of the antagonists, he gets introduced to us as kind of a douche.
This may be an understatement.
I absolutely despised him in the first few chapters he was in. The anime goes so far as to use Full Horror Movie tropes on many of his appearances. But that’s before Furudate unlocks his tragic back story and suddenly we’re looking at him in a new light, bla bla, let’s roll the tape.


The Jester

To get the obvious one out of the way first: dude is a full on circus performance. He’s loud, he’s twitchy, he’s exuberant and he has zero shame about any of it.
This is a character that thrives on the cheers of the crowd, and while I want to say he loves the attention, what he really seems to enjoy is reaction. Any and all reaction. Whether it’s people shouting his name, getting a rise out of Suga or Tsukki, even unearthing an overdose of confidence in Goshiki. What he wants is for people to react to him, be that good or bad.

He makes this happen by overdoing it a little. Ok, a lot. Tendou is a very expressive person, but all those big gestures can seem like ‘too much’ at times. All those guys in the screenshot up there are reacting to the exact same thing, but only one of them is about to pull his hair out in horror.
I’m personally convinced that a large part of this energy, of what makes Tendou, is an act. And we don’t really know what’s underneath the special effects. I do, however, believe that he knows what he’s doing and that he enjoys it.

Tendou is a character that plays everyone around him and he friggin loves doing so. He’s far from the only manipulator on the show. Think, for instance, of people like Kuroo or Daishou, who try to get a psychological edge on opponents. But Tendou is by far the most obvious, the most gleefully unsubtle out of all of them. He LOVES this stuff and it is one of his main strengths.

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Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

nerd-most-likely  asked:

So I'm writing a novel. You know how it's just best to poop out the first draft basically ASAP? Well I'm writing and now that I'm getting to the end of it, somehow I find out much to my own damn surprise that it's actually in first person of this prophet who's fault it basically is for every ounce of the problems protagonist and crew have had. I've been writing in what I guess was assuming it was third person. Is this weird? Or do I need to go back and rewrite at what was a 3 am sleep drunk?

Isn’t writing fun? 

This is not weird at all. In fact, it’s completely normal. I’ve been working on my novel for a good three years now, and my current antagonists used to be the good guys. And my former antagonist became a good guy, and then became ambiguous, and then kind of became a bad guy again. Obviously things can change drastically as you’re writing a novel. 

But sometimes you just gotta roll with these punches and find intrigue in it. Our creativity ebbs and flows, and it’ll go in directions we don’t expect. One way I find enjoyment in it is being able to look back at where I started and see how far I’ve come. The journey our stories go through act like journals of our writing progress, without us actually having to journal. Won’t it be fun in years ahead to look back and see where your story began?

I don’t think you have to rewrite something just because it didn’t turn out how you expected. But you may have to take the time and see if you “come to your senses” or if this new direction is in fact the new direction. Was it a temporary moment of sleep-deprived insanity? Or was it a new idea germinating, only needing some encouragement from you to grow?

Considering you asked this question several weeks back (my apologies), I’m sure you might know by now how you feel about it. Who do you think the protagonist is? The prophet? Or the ones the prophet is causing problems for? What’s more, are you dealing with an “evil protagonist,” or do you think the motives or your prophet have changed to the point where this character is not the evil one, but the other characters are

In my little personal story up above, I mentioned that my antagonists changed throughout my writing, and this was a result of my exploring their motives more. Originally, they were simply background support for the protagonist. When I thought about why they were helping my characters stop the antagonist, it all came across as really self serving, and a lightbulb hit me late at night and I took their self serving motives and actually made them into malicious motives. And a new antagonist was born. And they were far more interesting as an antagonist than as background support for the protagonist. It was a huge change, but it excited me, so I went with it. 

So @nerd-most-likely, I think you should evaluate the motives of your characters to see what it is they really want. Once you can clearly state what each side wants, try to figure out how those wants affect the other side, and then further, what they will do about it. For example, what does the prophet want? And how exactly do those wants create chaos for your other characters? You alluded to it a LOT of chaos for those other characters, but was it intentional? What is the prophet going to do it about now? Try to help them, or continue to create more problems? 

Once you have that detailed out, look at it from the other perspective. What do those other characters want? In this case, solving all the chaos the prophet created could be part of it, and in achieving that goal of solving the chaos, is the prophet affected? Do they have to “defeat” the prophet to resolve the problems? 

Through this process, you might discover that both sides are truly at odds with each other. One side needs the other to fail in order to succeed. <<When this becomes true of your story, you’ve defined a protagonist/antagonist dynamic. Now you just have to decide which is which.

There’s potentially two stories you can tell here. The prophet’s story, and how the other characters’ actions affect that story; and the story of the characters, and how the prophet’s actions affect that story. You get to decide which one appeals to you more. Regardless of who the “evil” one is, you get to choose whose story sounds most fascinating. Even if the prophet is the one in the wrong, that story could be the better story. There’s no rule that says you can’t write stories from the perspective of the villains. You might even decide to write from both perspectives, so readers see both sides of the story and have to decide for themselves whose side they’re going to take in the end. 

As far as point of view goes, switch to first person if that feels more comfortable for you. I’m a huge advocate of staying in your comfort zone with point of view, and only challenging yourself if it’s something you want to do. It’s unusual for a story to use both first and third person perspectives, but it’s not non-existent. Storytelling is about experimentation, so experiment! 

I hope this was helpful! You are certainly not alone in dealing with drastic story changes as you’re writing. As frustrating as it can be to back track and change things you’ve already written, it’s also kind of cool to see the way our creativity…creates things. It’s not instantaneous - it’s a process that requires patience, and sometimes you have to put the pause button on “focus” because the attention span of creativity can be next to nothing. 

So just go with it! Good luck with your story :)

-Rebekah

anonymous asked:

i just can't stop thinking about sam having some kind of Awakening™ after leaving the military about being genderqueer and it won't leave me alone. like sam who mismatches feminine and masculine clothes and wears makeup with a fully grown beard and kicks hydra's ass with a pair of heels (halp I'm dying ;-;)

IM SCREAMING this means so much to me like plus I also headcanon that Sam went through a similar phase in high school about bein gay and just imagine when the boyfriends find out about this…

“No, you didn’t,” Bucky said. He was seated at the couch in Sam’s living room with episode 6 of The Get Down paused on the voguing scene.

Which had led to an offhand “Hey, I have a dress almost exactly like that,” which sparked a conversation about that intense phase they’d gone through once they had their separation orders in hand.

Sam laughed and shook their head. Steve and Bucky both had these ridiculous expressions on their faces like they wanted to ask for more but didn’t know how far to push. It was sort of cute.

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Frustrated

Or: Sam likes Max, Max likes Sam, and The Geek Needs to actually get work done, so they need to resolve something stat. 

AKA: The one with the date

I am woefully late in finishing up a long overdue prompt for @thewittyarsonist for Zootopia, which I am hard at work on! But then the opportunity struck for something to give in the meantime, and I had to take it! Based on this absolutely hysterical (and really awesome) piece of art! Check it out. I couldn’t stop laughing. And then one thing led to another and I slipped this 13 page monster out between study sessions. 

For those who don’t know Sam and Max, you probably should. And that’s not advice for story reading. That’s just life advice. Go watch it. Witty got me hooked. So now I’m gonna get you guys on it, too. It’s brilliant. So go watch. 

(The prompt was Frustrated. So Witty, you’re getting the same prompt for this, and then the other for Zootopia! You’re getting it all!) 

(side note, this was impossible to write because if you’ve ever watched the show you’d know that dialogue, among many other things, is fucking insane. But that was part of the fun.)


Sam says “glad to have you around” like it doesn’t mean anything. And maybe it doesn’t. He says everything like that. The weather’s good today. How about those Mets. Intergalactic cheese wranglers have stolen the world’s supply of gouda. Pass the milk.

So when he says “glad to have you around” while he slaps a hand against Max’s back, it hard not to feel…

What’s the word?

Max reaches through his limitless supply of Seussian diction and pulls out “frustrated”, which is as mundane as it gets. But there it is.

Frustrated.

He’s frustrated.

“Whatever you say, Sam,” he chirps, loading the bazooka and flicking the switch in their car to open the sunroof. “Now, you gonna give me a lift, or am I gonna have to vault out’a this car by myself?”

Sam lets go of the wheel and laces his hands together, their car hurtling over the cliff side. Oh, the Geek was going to fucking kill them for this one, but they’d survived worse than a perilous plunge and an angry adolescent. “You sure you wanna go out like this so early? You haven’t even had your coffee!” Granted, their coffee was now somewhere down in the depths of a rock quarry after the third spin. But Sam always packed a french press under the passenger seat in case mid-hurtle cappuccinos were needed.

Still.

It’s stupid and it’s little and they’re flying through the air, spinning around in what is essentially a glorified Campbell’s soup can, but the mundanity of the small show of care leaves Max once more regarding the word frustration with a certain level of ire. And through the smoke and the gasoline he can just catch glimpses of that safe smile and eyes. God, his partner was practically built for trust. So he puts his left foot into Sam’s waiting palms. “Save me a cup.”

Sam nods and grins and shifts for better velocity. “What floor?”

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anonymous asked:

hello, i'd like to request a minghao flowershop!au please :)

- you’re on your way to buy flowers because your friend jisoo is sick
- of course he didn’t tell anyone he was sick because he didn’t want anyone to worry and then fainted on the spot like really jisoo TELL US WHEN YOU’RE SICK YOU’D MAKE US WORRY EITHER WAY
- so you walk into this humble little flower shop and the first thing you see
- is the cutest boy ever standing at the counter
- he greets you the moment you step into the shop and it takes you a second to regain your thoughts and greet him back
- please imagine minghao with an apron on and a white daisy tucked behind his ear
- you go around the shop admiring every bouquet, and they’re all so healthy and vibrant and beautiful
- you pick one up and you think yes. jisoo loves these colors he’s going to love this one
- when suddenly someone asks “do you need any help?”
- you jump at the sound of the voice and turn around to see the cute boy from the counter just inches away from your face
- you shyly take a step back and say “o-oh hi! no i’m good, thank you. i’m just buying a bouquet for my friend”
- the boy looks down at the flowers in your hands and says with a sympathetic expression on his face “i… i’m really sorry for your loss”
- you’re like…… what
- you look down at the flowers in your hands and say “…..so i guess this bouquet doesn’t mean get well soon huh”
- and the boy laughs and his voice is cute and soft and you’re dead the flowers might as well be for you
- he says “daisies are what you’re looking for.” and he points at the white daisy sitting behind his ear
- so he leads you to where you can find bouquets with daisies in them, and you pick one out that smells so good with soft colors like jisoo’s soft personality
- “good thing i stopped you before you gave him that last bouquet” the boy laughs and you laugh too
- you say “thanks for saving me!! i really appreciate it”
- after wrapping a light purple ribbon around the plastic, he gives you the bouquet and says “i hope your friend gets better”
- and after saying thank you, you leave the shop and the boy is on your mind but you’re like oh well that’s it i’m never going to see him again
- BUT YOU DO
- one week after buying the flowers for jisoo, seungkwan tells everyone he’ll be coming back from jeju later on tonight and your friends all have welcome back gifts except for you
- seungkwan’s honestly the easiest person to shop for because he gets excited and happy over almost ANYTHING so you settle for…. flowers!!
- because it’s simple NOT because you wanted to see that cute boy again ahahah…….
- you liar
- so you enter the shop and the boy, who’s watering some flowers turns around and says “welcome—oh, it’s you again!!”
- and you’re like OMG HE REMEMBERS ME and you calmly make your way over to him
- he says “so what do you need for today?” and you tell him that oh yeah my friend is coming back after being away for like four weeks and we’re all throwing him a welcome back party
- and he immediately gets to work. he asks you questions like “so describe your friend. is he more on the shy side? or extroverted? cheerful? soft-hearted?” and by the end of your visit he puts together a bouquet that’s even more beautiful than the last one you bought
- when he’s done he says “i put in yellow roses the most because they mean welcome back, and i’m sure you’ve all missed him while he was gone”
- you’re like “thank you, you saved me a second time. without you, i probably would’ve picked up a bouquet that meant you’re the worst lmao”
- and he says “so you really don’t know the meaning of flowers??” and you say no because idk flowers have always interested you but you never really found the time to learn their meanings
- after your explanation, he picks out a yellow daffodil from a nearby bucket and hands it to you and says “your first homework is to find out what this flower means and let me know if you figured it out the next time you come here”
- and you wordlessly take the flower and nod because YES EXCUSES TO SEE HIM
- he says “i’m minghao, by the way. it’s nice to meet you.” and you tell him your name and leave the shop, already excited for your next visit
- seungkwan’s welcome back party goes well as planned but before you know it, you’re in font of your laptop looking for the flower and its meaning
- you discover that it’s a yellow daffodil and it means “new beginnings”
- you immediately look for excuses to go back to the flower shop like “HEY WHO WANTS A FLOWER IT’S ON ME” but the boys are like why tf would we want flowers at least offer to buy us coffee or something
- you’re like fine well if no one wants a flower i’ll just get one for myself and are you really going to spend money on a flower just to see minghao again??
- yes. yes you are
- so you get there and minghao’s face just lights up the second he sees you enter the shop and he says “so have you finished your homework?”
- and you say “yes actually!! you gave me a yellow daffodil which means new beginnings!!” and he’s so proud of you for getting it right
- he then says “so what’s the occasion? what flower are you looking for?” and you just freeze because you didn’t plan this far ahead and you just stutter “uhhh my friend is….. sad!! yeah he’s really sad so flowers would cheer him up right??”
- and minghao makes you a custom bouquet and you watch him make it and he’s so handsome and cute
- you notice the way his ears stick out cutely, and how gently he handles the flowers, and how each one has to be placed perfectly so they can be noticed and admired by the person receiving them
- and in the end when he tells you your total you’re like….. omfg i’m CRAZY i’m spending so much money just to see this boy
- when you hand him the money he says he hopes your friends feel better and you say thank you and wave goodbye
- but he suddenly cries out “wait!!” and he runs over to you before you step out the door. he hands you an orange rose and says “here’s your homework for next time” and you take it and promise to be back
- when you get home, you put the bouquet of flowers in a vase and discover that orange roses mean “fascination” and you’re like woah. i’m actually learning things
- you become a regular customer at the flower shop and eventually you come by just to hang out and talk to minghao, but you of course don’t leave without your homework
- you know, just to keep him company in the lonely little flower shop
- and also because you might have a little crush on him
- but one day while watering all the flowers minghao gave you….. something just….. clicked
- yellow daffodil: new beginnings. the start of your friendship??
- orange rose: fascination. interested in you??
- iris: your friendship means a lot to me. you and his friendship??
- and every flower has some kind of meeting related to your visits!?!?! does this MEAN….
- you get to the most recent flower and it’s a purple lilac which means
- “i think i’m in love with you”
- you’re like noooOO IT CAN’T BE IT MUST BE A COINCIDENCE I CAN’T GET MY HOPES UP
- but these past few weeks with minghao have been so fun?? you could be yourself around him and you could talk about anything and he’s cute and perfect and just….
- you want to confess to him, you know, take a CHANCE
- but how you may ask??
- you confess to him in the language of FLOWERS
- so the next day when you go to the flower shop, minghao greets you like always and when he bends down to pick up a coin he dropped while counting the cash that morning, you quickly pick up a specific flower from a nearby basket
- you walk up to the counter and minghao says “so… do you know what a purple lilac means?”
- and you say “I do BUT…. it’s MY turn to assign you some work. in fact, i’ll give you a little quiz right now” and you cringe at your own words like why didn’t i just keep my mouth shut WHY AM I SO EMBARRASSING
- you hold out the flower you were hiding behind your back and it’s a red rose and you say “since you already know the meaning of flowers…. you should know what this means. or you know…. what i mean….”
- minghao’s eyes go wide when it clicks and
- he turns as red as the rose you’re holding
- he quickly plucks a flower from a nearby bucket and it’s a yellow daffodil
- he asks “do you remember what this one means?”
- you nod and say with a smile “new beginnings” and he nods his head and places the flower in your hair and he slowly leans in…..
- and he kisses you!!
- “new beginnings” aka new relationship, new chapter, new love story, GET IT
- for your first date, minghao takes you to a garden and he tells you about the meanings of all the beautiful flowers and you love seeing how happy he looks while talking about them
- when he’s mad at you he speaks to you in flowers and you’re like I DON’T UNDERSTAND JUST TALK TO ME
- he surprises you with bouquets all the time and
- florist minghao is just the cutest

i love flower shop au’s, thank you for your request!! ^^

anonymous asked:

you wanted director sanvers prompts? so like i had the thought of them making a want/will/won't list (for sex, to be clear) or otherwise just discussing sex and kink and it could get quite amusing i'm sure? if that sounds interesting to you (sorry this is kinda vague, it's late i cannot do words right now apparently)

Healthy relationships involve a lot of discussions of wants and needs. Healthy triad relationships require even more. Healthy relationships with an interest in even the slightest hint of kink? So many conversations.

Which, cool. Lucy wanted this to work Danvers was an anxious piece of work, and as much as Lucy loved liked Danvers, she really wanted this to work. And Maggie, christ, where Alex was pliant and  soft, Maggie was push and pull and sometimes she was soft, but sometimes she pushed back and fought Lucy for control and that was fucking amazing. And the thought of Alex at their mercy? Lucy couldn’t wait.

She was very excited to hear about the wants of her two favorite women. Lucy had plans and fantasies, and things she wanted to do to them, but only if they wanted them too, and without very specific conversations, she knew that her ladies would give her information at a glacier’s pace. Alex worked best with direction, unsure and hesitant until she knew they loved what she did, loved her, and then she grew confident. Getting her to ask for things, for help or for touch or even space, that was a work in progress. And Maggie would take a bullet for either of them, but short of her storming in on a bad day and taking what she wanted, getting her to talk about herself was like pulling funds out of a senator’s ass.

Lucy expected some printed out checklists fresh off the internet. She knew Maggie had done a few things, so she probably had some idea of what she wanted.

She was not expecting Alex’s list.

It was nearly twelve pages, double sided. Not just a checklist, but each bullet point had dates and notes of her reactions, with further notes in a different color for how she felt about trying them with Maggie and Lucy. And Alex didn’t bring one copy, she brought one for each of them. And multi colored pens. And there were charts.

“Danvers, is this, is this a lab report?”

Alex bit the inside of her check, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “When I… when I came out to Sawyer… I mentioned that I never really liked being intimate. But you know, I thought I was just broken or something, so I just… tried a lot of stuff. To see if it worked.”

“And took notes.”

“I made it weird, didn’t I? This is weird.”

Way to go, Lane. “No, Alex, honey. This isn’t weird.”

Maggie reached across the table to still Alex’s hands. “Alex, it’s perfectly normal to try and find things you like, okay? This? This is just a different format than we’re used to.”

“Yeah, Alex, this, this is really helpful, okay? Maggie and I have tried thing with people we know we’re attracted to, so it’s different, we already know things we like and things we’re willing to try with different people. Knowing what you’ve tried and what you like about it? We can work with that.”

Alex still looked really uncomfortable. Maggie took a quick glance down a her copy, leaving her hand on Alex. “Wax play. You liked it?”

“I liked the heat. And I liked… I liked ice. The contrast was good. Just… not the touching.”

“Do you think you want to try that again? With us touching?” Lucy asked.

Her reply was instant. “I always want you to touch me.”

Lucy and Maggie shared a smile. That was good to hear, even if they knew Alex leaned into their touches, would nudge shoulders and play with their hair. Still, she grew up with Kara and used touch as a language, so it was good to know that they were welcome to do the same.

“You’re not a fan of handcuffs,” Maggie said.

“It… It didn’t end well.”

Lucy frowned, skimming the page. Finding the line, she followed to the notes, to the times Alex had tried it, to the dark red in. And Lucy decided she had a name for Winn to look up, and a body to bury. “He didn’t respect your safeword.”

Alex shrugged uncomfortably.

Maggie let her hand slid up Alex’s arm as she circled the table, leaning her weight against the taller woman’s form. “Alex, honey. We need to know, when you’re ready, so we don’t hurt you.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And that’s fine. I like handcuffs and so does Lane, but you don’t. So that’s a hard limit for you, and that’s okay.”

“You guys don’t mind?”

“Honey, no.” Lucy was firm. “We want to make you, to make each other feel good. We can’t do that unless you’re comfortable, unless we’re all comfortable.”

Lucy gathered up the lists, and did a quick scan. Maggie had her arms wrapped around Alex, who’s head no longer seemed into the conversation. “Tell you what. You like charts, Danvers, so I’m going to make one that lines up what we all like and what we want to try. And we’ll keep these for reference, and for updating, as we discover what you like, okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good girl.”

Alex flushed. Maggie hid a grin in Alex’s shoulder. The one thing she and Lucy did not need a list to know was that Alex had a giant praise kink. It was fun. And might prove to be a very good distraction from her discomfort.

Maggie squeezed their favorite agent tighter, one hand moving to pull her face into a kiss. “And Alex, what if you’re just…  good girl, tonight? Hmmm?”

Alex whimpered.

Lucy smiled and made her way over, curling herself around the other two. “I think you’re ready to be our good girl tonight, and tomorrow we can sit down to go over the rest of this. Tonight, we just have some fun. Can we do that, tiger?”

    Alex nods, almost frantically, against the kiss Lucy presses to her lips. Lucy leans her weight into Alex, pushing her against Maggie’s body, squeezed in between her girlfriends’ arms. Lucy’s second favorite place for Alex to be.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure how to do all this, never done it before, but if it's possible, you you write a 'five-some' type thing with all of the hip hop unit (But you're Wonwoo's girlfriend?) Thanks

I… need to cleanse my soul. This got a bit long and there’s a bit of Meanie so prepare. I did my best and I really hope you like this!


Wonwoo was sitting on the couch of your apartment with Mingyu, his eyes on the TV but his mind completely elsewhere. Seungcheol and Hansol were sitting a bit further away on the big corner couch, passing a small, soft football between each other for the nth time despite there being actual football on the TV.

Eventually, after over an hour of thinking about whether or not he should bring it up, Wonwoo finally turned to Mingyu. “Um, so, Y/N has showed interest in a threesome.”

Mingyu nearly choked in the soda he had just taken a sip of, and Wonwoo’s dead serious expression did nothing to calm that reaction down; obviously, he was not joking around. Mingyu put his can down on the coffee table and crossed his legs. “A threesome, huh?”

Wonwoo gave him a calm nod. “Yeah, like she’s been hinting at it quite a few times now, and… I’ve been thinking, would it be that bad?”

“What makes you think I have experience?” Mingyu laughed loudly, but calmed down when Wonwoo smacked his arm, clearly not amused in the least. “Uh, from what I know I guess it depends? You know, on you and who the other person is and all that.”

“I see,” the older male muttered, and thought about it for a while. “I was thinking, if she was up for it, would you like to..? You know.”

Mingyu grinned shortly, utterly shocked (and flattered) by the implication behind Wonwoo’s words. “I don’t know, man…”

“…Okay, but how about a fivesome?”

This time it was Wonwoo’s time to almost choke, this time on his own spit, when Seungcheol suddenly asked a question, sitting much closer to Mingyu than he had a while earlier. Hansol wasn’t that far, either, as he was sitting right next to Seungcheol and clearly trying to conceal his excitement.

“I’m intrigued.”

Wonwoo was just about to ask how Seungcheol could even ask something like that about his girlfriend, but he found himself coughing once again when he heard your voice from the open area that led to the hallway. To his shock, he realized that they had either had the football match too loud or you had been too quiet, because none of the now antsy guys had heard you come home.

They were all silent, gawking at you, but you grinned playfully as you walked closer to them and eyed each one up and down. From what you had heard, Wonwoo wasn’t against the idea of a threesome, and the thought of all four of them… You were getting excited, and you hoped Wonwoo wouldn’t have anything against that, either.

They were all looking up to you now, some being more blatantly obvious with it, such as Mingyu. You smirked at him and ran a finger along his jawline while looking him straight in the eye.

“Would you guys like to move this to the bedroom, or..?” you asked with a teasing tone, and from the corner of your eye you could see Hansol’s and Seunghceol’s eyes widen at it. For as long as you had been dating Wonwoo, you had been strictly his girlfriend and so, the other ones’ friend. Having you flirt with them was definitely new, but the three couldn’t help but like it.

“Why not here?” Mingyu asked and placed a hand on your thigh while grinning at you, his fangs visible and making you bite your lip as you imagined them grazing against your skin. You remained silent, unable to find an answer, and became even more distracted when you could see the bulges forming in the jeans of each man in front of you, including your still wide-eyed boyfriend. Vivid imagination, huh, you thought amusedly.

“Here’s fine,” you breathed out while Mingyu ran his hand up your thigh, easily disappearing under your skirt and squeezing your ass. Wonwoo swallowed hard; he hadn’t realized seeing his best friend touch his girlfriend would be so… hot. What had he gotten himself into?

You got your hand in Mingyu’s hair and stroked it slowly while your eyes were staring at each other challengingly. For a moment, you turned to Wonwoo and caressed his cheek. “Could you get the stuff, baby?”

He gave you a nod and stood up, claiming a hungry kiss from you before leaving towards the bedroom. You looked at the remaining three one by one before returning your eyes to Mingyu as if you had an unspoken agreement, and slowly fell to your knees.

“Here’s the deal, guys,” you said with your voice full of anticipation while you fiddled with the button of Mingyu’s jeans and he helped you get them off him while breathing heavily, growing harder with every movement of your hands so dangerously close to his hard-on. Seungcheol and Hansol looked extremely attentive, their eyes scanning your body as you quickly pulled your shirt over your head. “I’m going to start with Mingyu. Then we’ll see how things go, but…”

The oldest and youngest swallowed hard when you turned to look at them, a playful glint in your eyes, while unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. “But I do want to fuck all of you.”

With your upper body bare and a smirk tugging at your lips when Seungcheol and Hansol could barely contain their groans, you looked up at Mingyu, his lips slightly parted as he intently observed you take a hold of his half-hard cock and stroke it a few times. When he started leaking pre-cum and his expression had gotten more scrunched up, you finally gave him what he wanted but hadn’t voiced; wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue around it.

“Fuck,” he groaned and let his back lean against the backrest of the couch and his hands claw at the cushion he was sitting on. Wonwoo returned to the living room quietly and sat next to Mingyu, putting the condoms and lube he had brought aside.

“Y/N likes it when you hold her hair, just saying,” Wonwoo muttered, most of his attention focused on the way your lips were stretched around Mingyu’s rather thick length with your cheeks sucked in. You chuckled a little, releasing a contented sigh around Mingyu when he actually collected your hair into a bunch and held it, not too tight, but enough to feel pleasant for you and reveal whatever had been hidden underneath it.

“Y/N, you look so…” Seungcheol muttered, his eyes moving from your face and chest to Wonwoo before he had been able to finish his sentence.

Hansol, however, wasn’t thinking as much. “…hot.”

Seungcheol smacked the younger one on his leg and he jolted, his eyes now on Wonwoo as well. Your boyfriend’s attention was completely elsewhere, though, as he watched you take more and more of Mingyu into your mouth and clearly did quite a few of your tricks that he knew well, at least judging by the bucking of Mingyu’s hips and the grunts he started to let out.

“She always is,” Wonwoo muttered absentmindedly and started to get rid of his jeans, after which his shirt and underwear were the next to go. He then joined you on the floor on his knees and ran his hands down your sides, sliding your skirt down your thighs with his hands.

Wonwoo leaned to your ear, his hand grabbing your ass before he exhaled sharply and moved the hand between your legs, causing you to gasp around Mingyu. Seungcheol and Hansol were starting to get out of their jeans as well, but they were so focused on the sight in front of them that they were rather slow at it. You pushed your hips against Wonwoo’s hand when his fingers finally reached your wetness and he ran his fingers through it, bringing the slick digits in front of your face for you to see.

“So wet just from sucking Mingyu off,” he whispered to your ear huskily and nibbled on your earlobe gently, “I didn’t know this was such a turn-on for you.”

You moaned and would’ve said a “Yes” if your mouth wasn’t full. Wonwoo was about to return his hand to your pussy, but Mingyu grabbed his wrist with his free hand instead.

“Can I taste her?” he asked breathlessly, and after the initial confusion Wonwoo smirked and brought his fingers to Mingyu’s mouth, his own opening in awe when the younger male started sucking on his digits eagerly as soon as they were close enough. Wonwoo felt his cock twitch at the feeling of Mingyu’s tongue lapping at his fingers as well as the feeling of them being sucked, and was quick to pull them out.

“You taste so good,” Mingyu said as he was left quiet and panting, his focus returning to you while you swirled your tongue around his length. You grinned to yourself, looking into his eyes as you pulled away and only teased his slit with the tip of your tongue, a luscious moan leaving your lips when Wonwoo buried two fingers inside of you, knowing you could take it.

“Damn,” Seungcheol groaned. He finally had his cock in his hand, already hard and needy for touch. Hansol was in a similar state as he stroked himself slowly, eyes moving from your mouth to your ass every now and then.

Wonwoo’s hard-on was pressing against the back of your thigh while he thrust his fingers into you fast, and most of what you could do was to just rest on Mingyu’s lap, your arms on his thighs and your cheek pressed against his defined abs and your tongue running on his length. But when Wonwoo curled his fingers and brushed your clit, you bit your lip and mewled, Mingyu’s hand caressing your cheek.

“Fuck me, please,” you whined to him, desperately chasing Wonwoo’s fingers and your eyes holding a pleading look as you looked up to the tall male. He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you an eager nod.

“I was planning to,” he said and bit his lower lip. He scanned around himself for the pack of condoms, and you chuckled at the way his face lit up when he finally spotted them and got one out. He ripped the foil and put it on quickly, while Wonwoo finally pulled his fingers out of you, running them through your wet folds a few times before finally bringing the digits to his lips and licking them clean.

Seungcheol and Hansol took off their remaining clothes while you shifted around with Mingyu and Wonwoo, finally settling on your hands and knees on the soft carpet, Mingyu right behind you and Wonwoo in front of you, his thumb pressing against your lower lip. You kissed his finger as a silent “I love you” and Wonwoo’s lips tugged into a small smile for a short moment, and he gave Mingyu a nod.

The younger male took a hold of your hips and rubbed circles onto your lower back with his thumbs while pushing in slowly, having already aligned his length with your entrance. Your mouth opened in a moan that got stuck in your throat, and when Mingyu was fully inside of you and letting you adjust, Wonwoo took a hold of your chin and lifted it up a little.

You looked up to him, your satisfaction undoubtedly evident on your face, and then let your eyes fall to his cock right in front of you. Taking it eagerly into your mouth, your moans began vibrating around it immediately as Mingyu started thrusting into you, rolling his hips a little and keeping the pace rather slow at first.

He was a bit thicker than Wonwoo, you had already remarked when you had first taken Mingyu into your mouth, and you loved every bit of it. Wonwoo’s eyes shifted from your stretched lips to the way Mingyu’s cock moved in and out of you and how your hips were starting to push against him desperately. He smirked - you were so weak already.

Hansol and Seungcheol, finally bare themselves, stood on their knees on either side of Wonwoo, but they were both at a loss of what would happen, having never been in such a situation before (then again, neither had anyone else). You opened your eyes and let Wonwoo’s length fall off your lips as you thought about what was the best thing to do. With Mingyu pushing deep into you and nearly hitting your spot, you could somewhat choke out, “Stand up, all three.”

They did as they were told and after Mingyu had slowed down a little again, you moved to stand on your knees, still slightly bent forward, and gave each of the three cocks in front of you quick licks from base to tip before you returned to suck on Wonwoo, your hands moving up and down on the other two.

Seungcheol placed his hands on his lower back and let his head fall back and his hips thrust into your hand. When you felt Hansol’s hand on your cheek, you pulled away from Wonwoo’s member again, and Hansol took his position in front of you and gasped when you took him into your mouth as far as you could, your tongue rubbing the vein on the underside of his cock.

You continued pumping Seungcheol and Wonwoo, tightening your fist whenever you moved it up and loosening it when you moved it down, but your movements stuttered a little as you moaned loudly around Hansol when Mingyu pushed particularly deep into you and hit your spot. His hands were tight on your hips and he groaned, moving one of those hands up to your breast to squeeze it.

“Your pussy feels amazing,” he grunted, and with the compliment joined with his skin slamming into yours, as well as his fingers toying with your nipple, you clenched around him and sucked harder on Hansol. Upon hearing a curse word escape the youngest’s lips, Seungcheol placed his hand on top of yours on his length, asking for you to take care of him next.

Wonwoo watched you leave Hansol’s cock with his pre-cum staining your lips a little, and bucked his hips into your hand when you wrapped your lips around Seungcheol, undoubtedly the thickest of all four. The oldest one threaded his fingers into your hair and groaned when you straight-out purred around him, and when you let out a high-pitched moan with Mingyu hitting your spot time after time, Seungcheol found it hard to keep himself from coming right there and then.

From your sloppy tugs on Wonwoo’s and Hansol’s cocks and similar uncoordinated sucking on Seungcheol’s, your boyfriend quickly concluded that you were on the edge. Taking a quick look at Mingyu and his frantic thrusting with his eyes shut tightly and quiet “Ah, yeah”s slipping through his lips, Wonwoo could easily deduce that he wasn’t far from his orgasm, either.

And, looking at the way you were bobbing your head on Seungcheol’s length… god, Wonwoo was close. Wonwoo replaced the eldest male’s hand in your hair and tugged at it gently. “Babe, I want to come in your mouth.”

Wonwoo’s raspy voice did wonders to you, and bordering on your orgasm, you pulled away from Seungcheol and quickly took a hold of Wonwoo’s hips, holding them for support as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, then took him into your mouth and began sucking relentlessly while moving your head up and down. He held your head with both hands and groaned when you played with his balls a little, your short moans vibrating around him.

Wonwoo was the first to come, with your name slipping from his lips and his hips bucking into your mouth. Mingyu was the second, the sights of his best friend’s blissful face and your backside throwing him over the edge, as well as the tight clenching of your walls. As he pushed in deep and rubbed your clit in fast, swift movements, you came as well, only a moment after you had swallowed most of Wonwoo’s release.

Your boyfriend swept some of the remaining cum from the corners of your mouth and let you suck his thumb clean, then sat on his knees in front of you while Mingyu pulled out of your tight, pulsating heat. Wonwoo caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss your stained lips. “How was that?”

You smiled, more than pleased with your dirtiest fantasy coming to life, and stood up. “That was perfect, but…” you gave a meaningful look to Seungcheol and Hansol, who were standing a meter away, “I’m not done yet.”

Wonwoo chuckled quietly and reached to hand the other two condoms, which they quickly slid on themselves. You asked Seungcheol to take a comfortable position on the couch, and when he had done that, you took a seat on his lap and latched your lips onto his neck, allowing your wet, slightly sensitive pussy rub against his hard length. His hands found their way to your ass as he groaned, having only been able to dream about ever having such an attractive girl on his lap.

However, being a bit of a tease himself, he pulled your lower body closer and bucked his hips up a little. “Do you want it?”

His voice was rough and thick with lust, although also a bit shaky, since you were grinding against the head of his cock. You nodded and sucked on the skin of his neck. “I want it so bad.”

Mingyu came back from the bathroom, where he had gone to dispose his used rubber and wash his face, and he grinned at the sight of your hips grinding against Seungcheol. “That was fast.”

Wonwoo, now seated in an armchair on the other side of the coffee table that was in front of the couch, nodded while leaning his chin against his hand, his elbow resting on the armrest. A grin tugged at his lips as well. “When Y/N has something she wants, she gets it.”

You chuckled and took a hold of Seungcheol’s cock, aligning it with your entrance. “That I do.”

With that, you pushed yourself down enough for the head to penetrate you, and rolled your hips in order to slide down the rest of the thick length, quiet groans leaving your lips with each bit of him. Seungcheol’s hands were tight on your ass and when you arched your back with a satisfied moan, he saw his chance and took one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing it first with his tongue and then nibbling it lightly.

When he was fully in you, you remained in place for a while, letting yourself get used to his size with the help of his teasing of your nipples and your own fingers massaging circles into your clit. Eventually it got too much and your body jolted involuntarily with arousal. You muffled your loud moan with Seungcheol’s shoulder when you felt him move inside of you; it felt much better than you had thought.

“Fuck,” you gasped and let your open mouth rest against the broad shoulder as you slowly started to move on him, first only swaying back and forth on his lap before you also started to add a bit of a bounce to it, your ass slamming into his thighs every time you came down.

“You can bite if you want,” Seungcheol said, countless grunts stuck in his throat with how utterly tight and hot you were around him, not to mention how you didn’t do anything to hide how good it felt for you, as you moved desperately on his lap. Finally knowing that it was okay, you allowed your teeth to dig into Seungcheol’s skin lightly, not hard enough to hurt but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Wonwoo swallowed hard at the sight, feeling himself getting hard again. Mingyu was watching you move in awe, his hand already on his cock.

Hansol ran his hand from the back of your neck down your back to your ass, where he circled the rim of your hole with his middle finger. You turned your head around and weakly pointed at the bottle of lube.

“The lube is– ah– there,” you managed to say before you buried your face in Seungcheol’s shoulder again, your arms tight around his neck and his hands now assisting your movements a little. Hansol coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube and began circling his middle finger around your rim again, giving your back a concerned look before proceeding. Before he was able to ask anything, you chuckled, trying your best to hide your frustration. “Come on, it’s not the first time.”

Hansol gave a quick look at Wonwoo, who merely smirked at him, his hand moving up and down on his cock languidly. The youngest of them shook his head and started easing his digit into you, his mouth opening in a sharp inhale of air at the tightness.

You bit your lower lip; with Seungcheol already inside of you, having Hansol’s finger probing your ass definitely felt different than usually, but you quite liked it. You stopped your movements on the eldest one’s lap and focused on the feeling of Hansol’s finger sliding into you slowly, before he started pumping it even more slowly.

Seungcheol ran his hands up and down your back, his head bent down so that he could kiss your breasts here and there, and his thumb teasing your clit lightly. When you started taking Hansol’s finger in more easily, he pushed another one in, equally slowly, and then a third when you were bucking against his fingers, whimpering and begging for him to get in already.

With a deep breath, Hansol covered his length with lube and a few moments later began pushing into you as slowly as he could, afraid he’d hurt you if he went too fast. He was in a bliss with how tight you were, and having Seungcheol filling you up as well only intensified the feeling for him. You began moving your hips a little, gasping when Seungcheol’s cock rubbed against your walls and Hansol got deeper into you. You were practically euphoric; utterly full, but equally satisfied.

Seungcheol began nibbling on your nipples again, his finger picking up its pace on your clit as you continued relaxing yourself around Hansol. Wonwoo and Mingyu watched the scene with large eyes, their cocks now hard and slightly leaking. They didn’t dare to stroke themselves too fast, knowing that the scene in front of them would still escalate - a lot.

Wonwoo let his eyes fall shut when he could hear you groan, and held the base of his length tightly. Mingyu grinned at his best friend. “You like her voice that much?”

“I like her everything this much,” the older one muttered, his jaw clenched tight when he heard first you shriek, then skin slamming against skin - Hansol had given you his first full thrust.

“Shit, are you okay?” the youngest asked in panic after he had let out a strangled moan. You nodded vigorously.

“Just keep going.”

Hansol placed his hands on your waist while both of Seungcheol’s took a hold of your ass again, kneading it slowly. Hansol’s thrusts started out fairly slow, and with each movement of his you moved on Seungcheol’s length as well. Feeling both of them move inside of you so distinctively was effectively driving you towards your orgasm, and you were craving for it so much.

Your mewls got louder with each passing second, and eventually Seungcheol had had enough of holding back and started thrusting up into you, grunting a little with effort. It took you a moment to take in what was happening, but after a while you let the moans come out as they pleased and tightened your hold around Seungcheol’s head while his lips moved around your chest every now and then as he found new places to kiss and nibble at.

Hansol’s hold on your waist got tighter little by little, with his climax approaching him fast. Wonwoo still had his eyes closed and he denied his orgasm more than he stroked himself, while Mingyu was still giving himself lazy tugs, his eyes glued to as much of you three as he could see.

You began rolling your hips a little, desperate for your second orgasm with both of the cocks thrusting in different rhythms, but both equally hard. Hansol was a bit faster, considering that he was practically standing and had a bit of an easier position, but Seungcheol didn’t lose to him in how pleasing he felt moving inside of you, quite the contrary. Your mind was a mere blur when your orgasm finally started hitting you, raising the pitch of your whimpers and causing you to clench down on both Seungcheol and Hansol, who came soon after, with you shaking from oversensitivity on the lap of the former.

Seungcheol let out a grunt and ran his hands on your thighs, leaning to kiss your neck. A few slow thrusts later, Hansol pulled out of you with a gasp leaving his lips when your warmth was replaced by the rather cool air of the living room.

After he had made sure you had calmed down a little, Seungcheol helped you off himself and you sat down next to him, squeezing his thigh with a tired grin on your lips. He smiled at you before standing up and following Hansol to the bathroom, a few beads of sweat dripping down his muscular back.

You turned your attention to Mingyu and Wonwoo, both now looking at you, and you let your eyes fall down to their crotches - both cocks were hard and leaking. As spent as you were, you couldn’t stop a smirk from forming on your lips.

“Come here,” you said and beckoned them with a finger, and the two approached you eagerly, Wonwoo’s excitement much better hidden than Mingyu’s. You glanced at their cocks, figuring that Wonwoo was closer to his climax, so you turned to Mingyu and licked his shaft, immediately earning a hiss from him.

“You must really enjoy watching other people having sex,” you mumbled amusedly as you swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock and ran it over his slit, smirking to yourself when he groaned. Stroking Mingyu from the base to around the middle of his length, you took him into your mouth while starting to pump Wonwoo slowly, avoiding his tip and keeping your touch fairly light.

Mingyu started bucking into your mouth eventually, his hand holding the top of your head. You took as much of him in as you could into your mouth, then moved your head back up with your cheeks hollowed. However, when the taller male started to sound like he was on the edge, you grinned and pulled away, moving your mouth to Wonwoo’s length instead.

He moaned loudly immediately, obviously rather sensitive and craving touch. Mingyu looked at Wonwoo curiously, taking in the way his mouth was parted and his eyebrows scrunched, his eyes barely even open.

“So good, baby,” Wonwoo mumbled and stroked your hair before caressing your cheek lightly. When you started sucking on the head of his cock with your tongue teasing his slit and his moans got louder and his head got closer to Mingyu’s, the younger one dropped his eyes to Wonwoo’s lips and licked his own.

Catching onto this with yet another moan slipping from his lips while Mingyu let out a low groan, Wonwoo looked at you, as if asking for permission. All he got was an obvious smirk from you while you continued sucking his tip, a playful glint in your eyes.

Hesitantly, Wonwoo allowed his lips meet Mingyu’s, and was surprised with the passion he got back from him. Mingyu placed his hand behind Wonwoo’s head and pulled him closer, whimpering against his lips when you started twisting your wrist a little, stroking him in a way that threw him over the edge moments later, his cum covering your fist.

You watched the two intently, mainly able to see tongue and teeth even as the heat of the moment died down.

Grazing Mingyu’s lower lip a little with his teeth, Wonwoo broke the kiss, scrunching his eyebrows at how nice it had actually felt, then pulled himself out of your mouth. “Can you do one more round, baby?”

You breathed heavily, but the throbbing need between your legs was once again undeniable. “With you?” Wonwoo nodded, caressing your cheek, and you smiled. “Always.”

He sat next to you and you got on his lap with your back facing him, easily sliding down onto his length with a whimper leaving your lips with how sensitive you were. You closed your eyes and were rolling your hips eagerly when you suddenly jolted, feeling something on your clit.

You moaned and opened your eyes again, seeing Seungcheol between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit while his hands slowly found their way to your thighs and squeezed them. With that, Wonwoo started thrusting up into you, desperate for his release, and you were everything but quiet.

Meanwhile, Hansol took a seat on one side of Wonwoo and Mingyu on the other side, and they both began trailing kisses from your neck to your chest, latching onto your nipples almost simultaneously. They chuckled when you let out a particularly lewd moan, leaning your chest into their touch and trying to do something with your hips, as Wonwoo thrusting into you fast and Seungcheol nibbling and sucking on your clit was driving you mad.

“Oh my god,” you cried out as your third orgasm approached you, already feeling more intense than the previous ones. Wonwoo slowed down a little and tried to angle his thrusts better.

“Yeah, let it go,” he muttered into your ear just as he hit your spot, and with you turning your head and him tilting his a little, you caught him in a kiss as you came around him, his lips muffling your cry. Your hips bucked into Seungcheol’s lips and he moved away with a laugh, swiping his face clean of the bits of your juices that he had gotten on it.

Mingyu and Hansol retreated from your chest and a few thrusts into your contracting heat later, Wonwoo came into you, hugging you close as he did so.

You panted heavily, relaxing against your boyfriend, while the other three started to put their clothes on little by little. As they let the events sink in, they quieted down, only shyly eyeing you still sitting on Wonwoo’s lap with him inside of you. You continued your gentle kisses for a while more before you turned around and stood up, your legs a bit wobbly at first.

“So… that was…” you began dazedly and cleared your throat. “I enjoyed it.”

The three sitting next to each other laughed nervously, and eventually Wonwoo shot them a sharp look. “Can we try to not be all awkward? Is this how you want things to be from now on?”

Mingyu was the first to shake his head, his mind still plagued by the warmth of your mouth as well as the feeling of Wonwoo’s lips against his. “No, Wonwoo. Thanks for letting us have… uh, fun? With your girlfriend. And thank you, Y/N.”

You laughed and shook your head, turning around to go to the bathroom for a shower. “The pleasure was all mine.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while, his eyes following you with a gentle smile forming on his lips, before he turned to his friends again. “I’m gonna join her.”

Seungcheol grinned and patted the other two on their knees. “I think it’s about time for us to go.”

Mingyu and Hansol agreed, and just as Wonwoo stepped into the shower with you and wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressing lovingly against your shoulder, the door of the apartment was shut, signaling that the three had left.

You turned around and leaned up to kiss Wonwoo while he cupped your cheeks.

“I love you,” he mumbled, giving you kisses all over your face until you were laughing and hugging him close.

“I love you, too.”


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So I know the whole “Albus Severus” controversy has been going on FOREVER now but I just saw an interesting post about it which got me to thinking. I agreed with a lot of the points it made but much like many other posts it implied that Harry somehow neglected people like Molly and Arthur and Remus by naming his kid after Snape and Dumbledore. 

But I really disagree with this? The thing about most of the people (apart from Hagrid) who the fandom consider “more worthy” of being the namesakes of Harry’s children is that they all have other people who can name their children after them. 

I see people complaining that Harry never called any of his children “Fred”, but wouldn’t Fred II have been born by then anyway? Same goes for Molly. Teddy’s middle name is “Remus” and honestly if I were Harry I would want to leave Remus to Teddy, should Teddy wish to name any potential future children after his father. 

But the thing about Albus and Severus is that they have no remaining family. They have no decedents who will remember them. They will both be mentioned in the history books, but they nonetheless remain very lonely figures, and I think Harry identified with that. 

I’m not saying that they aren’t both deeply flawed (though I think the tumblr attitude to both of them is very one-sided and I dislike it), but in a way I feel like it made total sense for Harry to name his son after them. 

Dumbledore did some deeply sketchy things regarding Harry’s treatment during the war, but the strain put on him was massive. He was the one person everyone looked to for the safety of the wizarding world and Harry knows that pressure. He knows how isolating that can be. 

When Harry sees Snape’s childhood he sees himself - lonely and abused, but finding solace in the magic of Hogwarts. There, of course, the similarities between them essentially end, but again that feeling of loneliness is something that Harry knows all too well. 

Its not about shunning those who loved him in favour of people who treated him poorly, it’s Harry knowing that most of those people have other family to remember them. Snape and Dumbledore don’t have that, and despite all the other shitty things they did, both of them did help Harry in their own ways. 

So Harry wants to ensure they are remembered, because if he doesn’t do it, who will?

anonymous asked:

What do you think about the theory of Hide being a villan or/and washuu?

This is a rambly, long, and very tangent filled response that boils down to one big, fat shrug emoji, but feel free to read it if you want.

Anything is possible. With Hide, especially. What we know about Hide for sure, because we have narration from his POV:

  • He can eat and genuinely enjoy human food
  • He cares deeply about Kaneki and Kaneki’s happiness
  • For as much as he plans ahead and is incredibly crafty, he doesn’t think of himself as a mastermind so much as lucky, clever, and quick on his feet, at least during the beginning of TG’s timeline.

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Imagine the world where 98% of the population is autistic, and allism is a disorder. Imagine the world that was built for autistic people and doesn’t support allistic people. Imagine the world where allism is a disability. Imagine a world where an autistic mum finds out that her only son is allistic. Imagine…
A Very Weird World Indeed

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anonymous asked:

I'm asking this out of curiosity, how can you just let go of a ship like captain swan? you were a hardcore captain swan shipper and you were part of their journey from the very beginning and now you barely care about them if at all. it's just I don't know i thought you were staying till the end & would even have a hard time saying goodbye to them after the show ends. sorry if this came off as rude I'm totally just curious just cuz you were so invested for years now you don't care anymore

Well, honestly, I have discussed this subject before, and tried to be straight about it, and I’m sure you didn’t mean to be rude and are genuinely curious. Still, though, it’s a bit discouraging?

I’m still here. I’m still active on tumblr, I still reblog CS gifs fairly regularly, and I know what’s going on in the show, and I’m looking forward to the wedding. I’ve made several long posts on my process of stepping back from the show and why that happened. It’s certainly not that I just “let go” overnight. It’s been going on for almost a year, and it has not in the least been easy for me. CS got me back into fandom after a long time away. I don’t need to prove my bona fides as a shipper to anyone; I’ve shipped them since 2012, been on tumblr for them and an incredibly active and prolific fandom member since 2013, written multiple novel-length fics and countless drabbles for them (and am still working on TDH, which is my second-longest project EVER behind The North Remembers), answered thousands of questions, written just as many specs and metas and spoiler and roundup posts, went to my first ever con (way out of my comfort zone!) to meet Colin, and still have many dear friends who have changed my life. I don’t ever regret any of the time I did spend on them. I have loved them for a long time and I still care. I just am engaging with it differently, and I have had to do that for several reasons.

As noted, I was super invested during season 5. SUPER. It got to the place where I was thinking about it almost every waking moment, even as I was trying to adjust to a new city and country and degree study and the ups and downs that came with that. My mood was totally dictated by spoilers or theories or how people were reacting to them or how I was going to have to hold things together during an angsty time with all the people I had to comfort/talk through the pain of the Dark Ones/Underworld arc. It took a lot out of me, to be honest. I couldn’t even enjoy the show quite the same way because I was so dependent on it all working out and the effect this had on my ability to deal with things. I’ve always been honest about my years and years of anxiety and depression and what I’ve had to do with that, and the show was something for me to focus on and to try to get me out of my head (again, during an otherwise stressful year). Honestly, that level of addiction/dependence isn’t healthy for anything, especially what is, at the end of the day, just a TV show. The s5 finale burned me the hell out after all that pain with pretty much nothing to show for it, and I struggled over the summer with the thought that I was finally having to withdraw from it in bits and pieces. I watched 6x01, but… nope. That pretty much put the lid on it that I wasn’t prepared to go back at the same level again, and probably wouldn’t be.

As noted, and as anyone who has read my fics can attest, I have no problem with angst. I love angst, even long-term and complex angst. I love serious and dark and morally challenging stories, they are some of my favorites. But as I have also said, I do have a problem when that angst results, to my view, in no measurable story progress and the endless repetition of long-played-out character arcs. I just watched CS struggle to be together for all of season 5. I don’t want to watch more of Emma Has Walls or Killian Keeps Secrets Because He’s Guilty or Oh Look, They’re Separated and Will Die. It’s just… not interesting to me. So I still love them as a ship, but I’ve almost completely disengaged from wanting or expecting canon to provide any kind of satisfying or well-thought-through fulfillment for them. I’ve written tons and tons of fics (and novels). I write all the time. I analyze things for a living. I am an English tutor and a history teacher. I’m a storyteller. I have spent a long time with these characters and coming up with and thinking through what I want to see for them. That doesn’t mean I’m Better ™ than the writers, but it also means that any effort I put in feels like way more than they are, and that’s not a fun or stimulating way to engage with a fandom.

I don’t do hate-watching, and I certainly am not about to rain on the parade of people who do still love it as much as ever (which as I have said many times, I am happy for them). So it’s just better to focus on things that I DO actively enjoy and which I find rewarding and engaging. This year has been incredibly tough for me since about last November and the Orange Nazi’s election (and before that, really). I don’t need to put my limited and valuable free time into things that are just going to drain me or make me annoyed more than I already am. Fandom, once again and though it sometimes can be anything but, is supposed to be fun. And I am trying to space out my interests and have several different places to turn to for inspiration, rather than putting all my eggs in one basket. As noted, it’s just not healthy, and I have to take care with that.

As also noted, I was truly happy about the CS engagement and I will watch their wedding and probably reblog a lot of gifs from it. But I can look at said gifs and enjoy their cute moments and feel as if I’m getting what I need to, rather than having to slog through all of season 6. And honestly, if OUAT is losing people like me – a super, SUPER dedicated fan with years of investment and high-level commitment and fandom participation and creation – it doesn’t take too much guesswork to see that it’s probably losing regular viewers like crazy as well, and that’s why the ratings have taken a nosedive. I know I’m not alone, because I know a lot of fellow fandom people who just can’t muster up the same level of investment, and we’ve all paid our dues. We don’t have to “prove” anything or get caught in the inevitable “Who’s a Real/Better Fan” drama that just makes the whole cycle even more draining. We’re just engaging how we choose to, over a fictional narrative that has meant a ton to us, but has also changed, and we have as well.

So yeah. I still care. I am still a fan. But I think it’s important to remember, as always, that fandom is a FICTIONAL space, and that the people who engage in it are real, with all the hangups and changes of interest and needs and triggers and emotional reasons that go along with that, and we only interact with each other on a very limited basis through tumblr, which is obviously not face to face and where we curate the content we want to post/focus/present. It’s not objective, and it’s fun and amazing and collaborative, but it can also provide a somewhat limited perspective of who people are, what they’re doing, and why they decide to move on from something. So yeah, that’s where I am.

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paledreamcomputer  asked:

K. I agree with everything you said thought I feel like you think that I say it about TLCstuck which I'm not. In fact TLCstuck is even better than the actual homestuck because the characters feel more profound and defined (seriously if I had to define "canon" Jake I would say: "John from Act 1-4 but more nerdy and uses archaic words) but here he feels like his own thing. The point is that I the part that most bothers me is the time-reallity powers that John gets because(I run out of characters)

a(Continuation) they are basically a Deus Ex Machina that serve to return everything to a status quo, making the flash itself and everything after that meaningless. That is just bad writing and a Hussie’s whim. 

First, with regards to the character writing in TLC: 

Thank u very much I work hard for my dear sunflower child Jake

Concerning John, to a certain extent? I would agree with you. On the one hand, John gaining the power of the juju is taking the implications of his God Tier title to their logical extreme: One who becomes Breath. One who becomes freedom, communication, the wind, change, and whatever else the Breath aspect is tied to. How much further can you take a character who can already turn into the breeze? You have them unchained from causality itself, free to do with the narrative whatever it is they so please.

Buuuuuut. 

In giving John the power to undo already-made decisions in the narrative, Hussie was walking a very fine line. On the one hand, this could be the characters’ ultimate “fuck you” to the authority railroading them to their fate. This is beyond Rose blowing up her second gate or Jade finding an exploit to become the most powerful person in the session and escape the Scratch, this is the ability to defy narrative itself. Once John gains this power, he is literally invisible to the narrative prompt. We cannot be John Egbert. We cannot find him.

 However, that ability is ultimately a lie. To buy into this, the reader has to suspend their disbelief and buy into the idea that these characters exist independent of the person writing them. Because John Egbert does not exist. He is a fictional character who can’t do anything under his own power because he isn’t real. So Andrew Hussie is now tasked with a character who can defy the narrative, but at the same time? Hussie has to maintain the rules that make a narrative work. Making John undo the wrong thing will cause all the dramatic weight of the narrative to evaporate, or make the reader ask themselves if this is all just for the author’s benefit. He was balancing on a tight rope made of razor wire. 

And then he slipped. And cut his legs off. 

Mother’s Basement is one of the YouTube channels that taught me a lot about film language (because I followed Lindsey Ellis’ advice, lol), and Geoff Thew has this wonderful video about how Sword Art Online did something similar. I think it’s hilarious that chunks of his main point, about a story breaking its own rules and taking all tension with it, can apply to this decision in Homestuck. And I have been dying for an opportunity to use this quote this way: 

“…when a show acts like death means something, and then does something that very transparently reveals that the writers aren’t willing to sacrifice potential plotlines, it’s like watching Mickey Mouse take his head off at Disneyland. It ruins the magic. There are rules against this kind of shit. If a character dies and is brought back, then you might as well write ‘and then they got on a bus for a couple of weeks!’ for all the fucking difference it makes.”

Obviously this isn’t a 1-to-1 comparison between Homestuck and SAO. These two narratives use death very differently - or rather, Homestuck has been very transparently revealing that Hussie was unwilling to sacrifice potential plotlines since the dreambubbles came along (or hell, maybe even since the notion of time travel itself came along), but the story adapted and evolved new dimensions because of those things. Death became more of a change of state that still had consequences. But if you substitute “death” for “decision resulting in drastic change in a character’s trajectory” the result is the same. Suddenly the consequences of the Game Over characters actions don’t mean anything. Suddenly the consequences of Vriska’s death don’t mean anything. In that one moment, Andrew Hussie revealed that he was willing to go back on ANYTHING in this story if it meant serving his ultimate end, and that no matter how big or pivotal the decision? He would find a way to undo it if it was convenient. And there’s rules against that kinda shit. Now nothing matters because it can be undone and there will be no consequences for it. And to add insult to injury, the suffering and sacrifices of the Game Over kids aren’t addressed in a way that justifies putting them or the audience through all of that. Geoff Thew again:

“Death in media isn’t interesting because ‘oh they’re dead, that’s sad, I’m sad!’ It’s interesting because it inherently changes the dynamics of a story. A character who was once a force in the narrative now isn’t. Any arc they might’ve been going through is cut abruptly short. And from this point forward, the writers can’t rely on their presence to move the story forward or prop up other characters.” 

Emphasis mine because does that sound familiar? Sound like any8ody we might know? 

There’s a section in B3 TH3 4C3 4TTORN3Y that I could have cut for time while building the flash, but chose not to do so because I think it speaks volumes:

TEREZI: D34THS W1TH NO PURPOS3 4R3 4 W4ST3 OF T1M3
TEREZI: TH3Y 4R3 FOR STR3NGTH OR TRUST OR JUST1C3
TEREZI: SP1LL1NG BLOOD DO3SNT M34N 4NYTH1NG 1MPORT4NT ON 1TS OWN
TEREZI: ONLY WH4T L13S B3YOND 1T

There’s no purpose to putting the Game Over kids through that if you’re just going to sweep them away or never address what that plotline brought up. The Game Over kids are not killed so that they can start the level over and learn from their mistakes. The retcon characters have no memory of making those mistakes, so how can they learn? So retroactively, Game Over kind of does turn into a bunch of bullshit meant to shock the audience. And I don’t agree with taking the “Metanarrative Reading” wherein the reader themselves is compiling the characters’ “ultimate selves” because again, the narrative does not pivot to that theme with much grace. As a result, it sounds an awful lot like the story throwing its hands up in the air at the last minute and saying that it’s up to the reader to write conclusions for these characters. Unless that character is Dave.

So yeah. The point of that ramble is that ultimately, I agree with you! While I like how John’s retcon powers and Game Over fit into Homestuck as a whole and what they could’ve been, it ultimately does wind up being a snatch at pathos followed by a Deus Ex Machina. 

cbat123  asked:

Hi Lou- hope you are well- I'm seeing a lot of spec that The Arrow writers never intended to bring Olicity back together after their break up last season- that the current resurgence is partly due to the falling ratings we have seen . I am ambivalent about this subject. I don't know wether to believe the writers were just stalling because of increased series length or if they were ordered to can Olicity. I think I know your response on this, but would appreciate your wisdom on this anyways!

Anyone who doesn’t think that Olicity was always the story and they absolutely always intended to bring them together again doesn’t have a basic grasp of the narrative. I don’t like to be unkind about it, but anyone who thinks that this is just a sudden change of heart from the writers don’t understand the first thing about story telling. The writers were always overt about their commitment to Olicity. For years now. And yes, including during their break up. 

They screamed at us every episode that this was the main love story of Arrow and nothing was changing. That’s why I could never quite grasp how some folks got so rattled by a few interviews that basically just said ‘watch and see’, like interviews always do. I never understood how some peeps could let that overshadow and colour their interpretation of what was actually going on in the actual show. 

I made the call at the beginning of the season that when Olicity reunited, some people would claim it was a change of heart by the writers/giving into fan pressure. There was zero doubt in my mind that would happen, and here we are. Those who struggle with maintaining the big picture always examine details out of context and would come to incorrect conclusions. No one on Arrow would ever dream of canning Olicity for good. They tell us that over and over again, how magical they are, how the show came together with finding Oliver a love interest that people could invest in. It amazes me that people just forget all those YEARS of them heaping praise upon a couple and could just think they’re abandoning them on a whim. Especially when that isn’t supported on screen. 

There was never one second that the writers and the show wasn’t 100% committed to Olicity. If some folks got bogged down in plot points and misinterpreting vague interviews, that’s not down to the show. That’s down to some folks not understanding how stories work. Particularly lengthy stories. Now, I’m not saying that everything Arrow did in telling the Olicity love story worked. They made missteps. Absolutely. But the one thing that I can’t understand how anyone could argue is that the Olicity love story ever stopped being told. Or intended to be ended. That befuddles me. 

So, yeah, some folks are saying what I knew they’d say about the Olicity reunion. They weren’t right when they thought the writers were breaking Olicity up for good and they’re not right now when they think the writers had a change of heart and brought them back together. I know that for a fact because I watch the show. The show never deviated from Olicity’s love story. So, even though I have no doubt some people will always believe that the show did a U turn on their supposed U turn, I believe there is simply nothing that we’ve seen on screen or BTS that supports that kind of thinking. 

I hope that didn’t come across as preachy or dismissive or mean… I’m not sure how else to state something which felt obvious to me the whole time. The show was very clear about its intent to me. The only thing which confused me about this season was the fan stuff. And it kind of continues on. Knowing how some folks are going to react doesn’t make it any less surprising… which, I have to admit, surprises me. And I don’t know why. Hence the surprise, I guess. lol