just a few that i've used hope you like it ;v;

anonymous asked:

Could you give me some coloring and shading tips? I've started making tablet art recently and as far as coloring goes I am terrible at it. Others art pops and have really nice coloring and shading etc, and mine is so flat and bland. I want to fix that, so any tips? (if I could possibly have tips on making line art also that would be great)

Okay so, I havent drawn anything other then my final film for like weeks so I needed something else to draw so thank you, so here’ the process I went through to color this pic of me below lol (Please keep in mind that I work with Paint Tool SAI! but in general it might help with basics!)

Das me v v v

Then after all this, I fiddle around with Multiply and screen layers over EVERYTHING. Different colors have different mood effects so experiment! I also sometimes add in some lightly blended luminosity highlights with the water tool to make some dramatic lighting tm. Then I do a few tweaks and add in an overlay layer over everything and fiddle with the filter to get what I want and bam! That’s how I color lol

See how different colors can set different moods? warm colors for warm moods and cold colors for cold ones. Looking up color pallets is AMAZING and SUPER HELPFUL!! A lot of people know about complementary colors but the contrast can be quite harsh to the eyes sometimes. I like to use Analogous colors myself a lot (near the same side of the color wheel) And I LOVE neon colors like a lot, but to REALLY make em pop is to put some muted colors around it. Having NEON against NEON can seem harsh to the eyes and look off.

But yeah, That’s my basic process on how I color all my pieces! I hope this helped some :)

EDIT: Also!! for lineart, I just have my stabilizer set up hella high lol

Or Nah (One - Shot)

Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.

A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment. 

You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist. 

Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him. 

You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day. 

You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely. 

The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began. 

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit. 

You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had. 

His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself. 

And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him. 

After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song. 

You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah?
Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up. 

Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together. 

Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics. 

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shit or nah?

Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap. 

Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away. 

You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face. 

Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome
Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him. 

“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!

You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down. 

Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile. 

“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym. 

Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight. 


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» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I've seen RFA reacting to mc listening to kpop. So how about MC finding RFA+Saeran+V listening to kpop? I know since theyre Korean, it's regular music. But it's funny to see which groups they listen to:3 thank you so much for everything. ahaha sae-yoongi-buns x'D

LOL, that’s so true…hope you enjoy these hcs! Sorry it took forever~


  • You were out doing a quick grocery run
  • But ended up coming home earlier than you thought
  • When you open the door, Zen was cleaning and vacuuming
  • Me Gustas Tu by Gfriend was blasting on his speakers
  • He was doing the dance moves and everything
  • So you just watch and purposely accidentally takes a video
  • When Zen spins around and sees you, he’s tripping over everything trying to turn it off
  • “It’s for a show,” he tries to explain.
  • “Uh-Huh, Sure.”
  • For the next week, you use the video for blackmail
  • “Aww, babe, I don’t wanna take out the garbage again!”
  • The video begins to play and he’s out the door like lightning
  • After awhile, you find yourself humming along
  • It’s not long before you’re jamming together


  • You had come to visit him since he had been locking himself up to study lately
  • He left his window open and you can hear Bad by Infinite coming through
  • You giggle and ring the doorbell
  • He thinks it’s just the mailman, so he leaves the music on
  • When he opens the door and sees you standing there, his eyes go wide
  • He didn’t expect you..and the music was still going
  • “O-oh! Haha…the music…it’s just on some weird shuffle. Must’ve added this by accident.”
  • You almost believe him until the next song comes on
  • The Eye by Infinite blasts from him room
  • He’s so embarrassed, he can’t look you in the eye for half an hour
  • You feel bad, so you just say, “I bet your bias is Sungjong.”
  • He looks very offended
  • “I’ll have you know…It’s Sunggyu.”


  • She brought home some extra paperwork
  • So, you didn’t want to bother her
  • She put in her headphones and set to work
  • After a few hours, you brought her a cup of coffee
  • Your presence startled her and she jerked awkwardly, making her headphones unplug from her phone
  • Beautiful by Monsta X blasted into the open air
  • You two stare at each other for a few long moments
  • Jaehee just quietly says, “There’s a reason I have headphones on.”
  • Finally pulling yourself together, you manage, “Jaehee, what are you listening to?!”
  • She gathers her headphones off the ground
  • “Beautiful melodies….Stan Monsta X, MC. Stan talent.”


  • He asked you to help test out a new stereo system he bought for his place
  • He says to play something off his phone
  • You find a playlist named, “Jammin’ Han”
  • You don’t know what to think so you just click it
  • Eyes, Nose, and Lips by Taeyang starts blasting throughout his home
  • He was upstairs when it started, and you expected him to rush down to turn it off
  • Instead, he casually comes down and is humming it
  • He’s fixing a wire and smiles up at you, “I didn’t know you enjoyed this song as well.”
  • “Actually…I just played it off of one of your playlists…”
  • His eyes grow wide and he gets really flustered
  • You think it’s because his playlist actually has a lot more mainstream and trot songs than you would’ve expected him to listen to
  • But no…he’s mortified that you found out what he named his playlist
  • What a dork


  • You guys wanted some snacks, so he says to hop on his car
  • Only, he forgot the bluetooth on his phone was still connected to that particular car
  • Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet starts blasting
  • After you get over your initial heart attack and lower the volume, you just stare at him
  • He doesn’t say anything
  • He’s just looking out the window in utter shame and embarrassment
  • There’s just a long awkward silence before you start giggling
  • “Do you know the dance moves too?”
  • “Maybe…”
  • “Well, turn it up, fam!” you say as you jump out of the car and start doing the dance in the garage
  • Cue him blasting it and dancing with you
  • You both are horrible, but who cares
  • Saeran walks in to check what’s up with the noise
  • He sees you both and slowly backs away before he ends up being dragged into something stupid


  • You stop by his house unexpectedly one day
  • He was still in the shower, and unbeknownst to him, you can hear his speakers blasting
  • The faint echoes of Not Today by BTS comes from the bathroom
  • You almost want to scream when you hear him yell, “Chong! Jojun! Balsa!” in a high pitched voice
  • You’re nice enough not to record him
  • But you do sit close to the door and listen as he finishes the song
  • He trips over you on his way out
  • Thankfully he’s already dressed not seeing any of that…not today
  • You grin, “I didn’t know you had a hidden talent of rapping….NOT.”
  • He jumps up and starts running after you
  • You run from him so long, you two end up being wiped on the couch
  • He finally grabs your phone, thinking you had recorded him
  • When he finds no video, he just screams in a pillow
  • So much for that shower


  • He’s editing his photos in the dining room one day
  • He usually listened to Mozart or classical jazz most of the time
  • So you were quite surprised when you heard a familiar tune coming through the speakers
  • You turn it up so you could hear it better, and you recognized it as Prism by Shinee
  • V said he started listening to them when you mentioned of their music
  • You remember only vaguely talking about them, and you didn’t think he would get so into them
  • You start scrolling through his playlist and see songs from EXO, f(x), Super Junior, amongst others
  • You realize you accidentally turned him into a kpop stan

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Just Smile at Me

Pairing: Keith/Lance (klance)

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,934

Description:  Keith didn’t like Lance’s fake smile, that one he did whenever he would flirt with Allura or any other breathing being. Keith liked Lance’s real smile, the one he used when talking to his friends. Lance never smiled at Keith like that. And that’s all Keith really wanted; for Lance to smile at him.

On Ao3

Keith didn’t want to call it pining, because it honestly wasn’t. He didn’t sit around fantasizing about Lance dramatically confessing his love before they went off to make out in a broom cupboard. But he certainly had a fixation on the blue pilot and it was bugging him to his core, the worst part being that he couldn’t differentiate whether the obsession or the lack of reciprocation was what irked him so much.

Luckily, the befuddled state of his brain didn’t appear to seep into overt blatancy seeing as Lance hadn’t tuned in on it. And Keith was certain that if Lance had, he’d never shut up about it. The last thing his teammate needed was a boost to his ego and something to hold over Keith’s head. God, his stomach twisted uncomfortably just at the thought of it.

But even the -quite frankly terrifying- prospect of Lance learning of Keith’s little bout of mania wasn’t enough to deter him from staring incredulously at Lance as he danced around Allura in some spectacularly horrifying courting ritual that had Keith wanting to rip his hair out in both secondhand embarrassment and irritation.

Keith’s cheek was squished against the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the counter, his glare leaving palpable trails of aimless animosity drifting through the air. He hated when Lance did this show of bravado. It was one thing to hit on every sentient being of an appropriate age, it was another for him to relentlessly flirt with Allura while looking pained from doing so.

“That’s not his real smile.” Keith muttered to himself, ever familiar with the many ins-and-outs of Lance’s facial expressions from the obscene amount of time he spent staring at that stupidly attractive face. If Keith didn’t know any better, he’d think the only thing holding Lance back from actually winning over everyone he flirted with was his obnoxious pick-up lines. And yet even that ridiculous aspect of Lance’s personality still managed to elicit something in Keith’s gut that he really didn’t want to reflect on.

But with all of Keith’s staring and unadmitted swooning, he still found that smile to be annoying as all hell. Because it wasn’t a real smile, it was that smile carefully crafted and put into place when Lance was doing something either because he thought it was expected of him, or because he needed to boast his fabricated over-the-top ego to hide his bruised self-esteem.

I know his real smile and that isn’t it.” Keith whispered under his breath as he watched Lance bounce out of the room after Allura, who was wearing an awfully tight smile as she let Lance ramble on.

“You know, I can hear you mumbling darkly over there but none of it’s registering. If you’re trying to start a conversation, Batman, I suggest upping the volume so us humans can actually hear what you’re saying.” Pidge said without even looking up from whatever contraption they were working in their lap. It was still a wonder to Keith how Pidge managed to curl up in a barstool as if it were an armchair.

“Sorry.” Keith grumbled, straightening up in his seat. “I just hate when Lance does that thing.

“Oh yeah, the thing, of course.” Keith could practically hear the eye-roll in Pidge’s voice as they ignored the little shower of sparks that erupted from the cube they were fiddling with. “Keith, I am all for appreciating the mystery of the Guessing Game but I don’t think it suits casual conversation outside of your preschool classroom.”

Keith groaned as he shoved his face into his hands, his theatricality not lost to himself but he found no part of him wanting to reel it in. “I’m talking about when he does that smile, where it doesn’t reach his eyes and it’s just for show and is so fake that it puts the moon landing to shame.”

“Wait, what?” Pidge snorted, actually swiveling in their chair to face Keith. “You don’t believe in the moon landing? Dude, we’re in space-

“My point,” Keith barreled on harshly, “is that this smile is dumb and I’ve seen his real one and it’s ten times better.”

Pidge made an exasperated sound, as if they couldn’t believe they were having a discussion about the many facets of Lance’s smile. “Not that this conversation isn’t absolutely riveting, but have you considered talking to Lance about this? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you droning on about his mouth for a few hours; it would probably do you both some good.”

“No, no, I’m just…ranting I guess. I just- I don’t understand why he does it? He smiles genuinely at you and Hunk, even Shiro and Allura if he isn’t trying to initiate a mating ritual with her.” Keith sighed, folding his arms onto the counter, letting his head drop onto them, looking akin to someone who ordered their sixth shot with only three dollars left in their bank account. “He never smiles at me like that.”

Pidge seemed unamused at this notion, taking to jabbing their screwdriver into the metal cube in almost sporadic motions, an annoyed sound getting caught in their throat. Keith didn’t know if it was directed at him or the apparently stubborn machine. He hoped it was the latter. “He smiles at you all the time, what are you even talking about?”

“I mean, yeah, he smiles at me sometimes but not that smile, the one where your cheeks get sore just from looking at it.” Keith explained forlornly, feeling that he should be in a Jane Austen novel instead of whatever cruel Shakespearean play that his life was basing itself off of. Perhaps equating the lack of a smile to that of the tragic writings of Shakespeare such as Romeo and Juliet may have been on the dramatic side but Keith truly felt that his distress could be woven into a beautifully disastrous sonnet.

“Dude, you’re pining hardcore. Trust me, Lance looks at you with just as much dopiness as you do him, but when you’re not looking because he can apparently strategize better than you.” Pidge said, amused as they took the screwdriver by its head and started lightly thwacking the side of the cube with the handle.

Keith shot up in his chair, looking scandalized at the accusation that he was pining over Lance. He tried to hide the blush crawling over his face at the image of Lance staring at him when his back was turned and- shit, maybe he was pining.

Keith was determined to see Lance’s smile. He’d mulled it over, trying to grasp the rather preposterous idea that Lance would ever show affection toward him and came to the single conclusion that he could not let Lance win. If he was smiling at Keith behind his back, well, that clearly meant that he was trying to hide his admiration for the red paladin and that just wasn’t going to cut it. Keith wanted to see Lance genuinely smile at him.

“I’m gonna do it.” Keith said determinedly from his spot on the couch.

“Listen, dude, if this is about you finally swiping your V card, we really don’t-“ Pidge was cut off by Hunk’s hand covering their mouth accompanied by a horrified gasp.

“You’re fourteen,” Hunk whispered in alarm, “who corrupted your innocent mind?”

Pidge forced his hand off of their mouth, almost knocking over the chess pieces they were using. “Lance, but unintentionally. And this isn’t about me; this is about Cryptid Number One over here trying to suckle curious prodding out of us.”

“I’m not trying to suckle anything.” Keith spat defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He was painfully aware of the plentiful amount of similarities between him and a petulant child but he was choosing to ignore them.

“Except for Lance’s-“

“Lance’s what? My awesome flip I did yesterday in training?” Lance appeared in the doorway and it was like seeing the devil himself rise from Hell just to torment Keith and all he could do was hide behind his overgrown mullet and hope his strife didn’t manifest in crimson waves on his skin.

Lance didn’t seem to notice, however, as he sat down way too close to Keith, their knees practically touching. Keith squished against the armrest, trying in vain to create some distance between them but, unfortunately, Lance was inclined toward manspreading.

“Nothing.” Keith bit out, practically folding in on himself. Right, really inconspicuous.

“Come on, guys! You know you don’t have to hide your love of me from me! I am my number one fan, after all.” Lance’s arms found their way over the back of the couch, his fingers just brushing the back of Keith’s hair. It was like a feather had just been dusted over the nape of his neck, sending goosebumps down his back.

“We were just-“ Pidge started and grunted angrily from being interrupted once again as Hunk pulled them up by their arm.

“-Leaving.” Hunk finished with a heavy sigh, clearly resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to control Pidge from saying anything that would haunt more than one of them for years to come.

Keith was glad that Pidge was being mercilessly dragged away but he really, really didn’t want to be left alone with Lance. Usually he was a fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy but Lance managed to make him doubt every move he made. No, in order to get Lance to smile at him without revealing his insanely obvious feelings for him, he’d need a plan.

“I’m a good liar, right? Like, I’m good at keeping secrets?” Keith wiped the hair sticking to his forehead away before using a washcloth to dry the sweat.

Shiro chuckled, that big brother chuckle. He used it whenever he was amusing a kid, or in this case, Keith. He was a little offended by that, but he pushed that aside, hoping to get an earnest answer from Shiro.

“I don’t know, Keith. You’re a skilled fighter and you’re very headstrong.” Shiro dabbed the back of his neck with his own washcloth, intently avoiding Keith’s eyes. Great, now he was listing Keith’s positive attributes to soften the blow. “You don’t really need to be cunning; you’re a paladin not a spy.”

Keith sat on the bench, defeated. “I’m not talking about being a paladin.”

Shiro nodded his head in understanding, taking a seat next to Keith. “Is this about Lance?”

God. Well, that answered Keith’s question.

Keith just sighed, slinking further down the wall he was resting against. Insecurity really didn’t suit him but it seemed to be sprouting from him like daisies.

“Lance is…he’s very perceptive.” Shiro said, wringing his hands in his lap. Something told Keith that this really wasn’t his area of expertise but the guy felt such a moral obligation to hold everyone on the team up that he was willing to give it a shot. “But I don’t think he knows. I think there’s something about you that clouds his judgement sometimes.”

Shiro smiled down at him, slapping a hand on his shoulder as a gesture of solidarity. Keith didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, that he clouds Lance’s judgement, but he couldn’t dwell on the thought or his mind and heart might start racing like it was the Olympics. Better to change the subject and get his blood pumping in another way.

Shiro seemed to sense this, standing up and offering a hand to a slouched Keith. “Let’s just get back to sparring, huh?”


Something about this felt like cruel irony. Like a cosmic force was fucking with Keith and that this was righteous retribution for all those impulsive and stupid things he’d done before. Because what else could possibly explain Lance pinning Keith during training? As if anything like that could ever occur in this reality. Or maybe it could, because apparently it did, and the embarrassment of being beaten was soon going to be overshadowed by Keith’s attraction showing itself in a very obvious form.

Keith wasn’t sure if Shiro was on his side or not, after all, the guy had paired him and Lance up for practice but he was also the one that saved Keith, telling them to get back up and restart.

This, of course, didn’t come without a get it together, Keith. You have to stay focused. Which, in all fairness Keith deserved. He knew that he didn’t really have his head in the game. It was almost as if Lance could sense it, that something was off. He’d grinned a malicious, devastating smile, one born from the cockiness of knowing you’d overpower your prey. And, well, maybe Keith could’ve avoided the tackle and actually done something with Lance’s telegraphing but instead he got caught up on that damn smile.

And then he was pinned against the cold floor, oddly turned on, entirely horrified, absolutely embarrassed, and frankly, rather pissed.

He pushed himself up from the floor, brushing himself off and pointedly ignoring the smug face Lance was making. He could feel the others’ eyes on him, Shiro’s especially piercing. He glanced over at them; Shiro had his arms folded over his chest, his eyebrows low over his eyes. He was watching Keith, and Keith knew that he could see the irritation wafting off him like smoke. Who was he irritated with? Who knows, anyone, everyone? It didn’t matter. He just needed to win, not for his ego but to convince some part of himself that he wasn’t so entranced with Lance as to actually get his ass handed to him.

They started again, circling each other, like a dance, Keith thought to himself before refocusing on his stance. He watched Lance carefully, all his languid movements, the determination in his eyes and the way his lips pursed slightly in concentration, twitching like they were also amused. Shit. Right. Focus on what Lance is doing, not what he looks like.

Suddenly Lance lunged and Keith…Keith wouldn’t say he wasn’t prepared because he was, it’s just that he may have been a little too prepared and a little too out of it to rein things in. Lance stumbled backwards, hands clutching his face as his eyes grew in horror.

“What the fuck, man?!”

“Oh shit,” Keith gasped, rushing over to Lance. But there wasn’t anything he could do but raise his hands to Lance’s face like he wanted to do something but could only hover awkwardly. “Lance, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what- I just-“

“Is it bad?” Lance slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing a very bloodied nose and jaw. Keith had seen a lot in his time, just like the others, so he managed not to flinch at the sight, but something must have given him away because Lance whimpered like a kicked puppy. Or a punched puppy, Keith supposed.

“Keith, go get an icepack.” Shiro said, quickly coming over to assess the damage. Shiro gently took Lance’s chin in his fingertips, tilting his head back slightly to get a better look. Keith knew there was nothing to be jealous of, but he still felt it spike in his gut. He had hurt Lance, genuinely, physically hurt him and now Shiro was cleaning up his mess and being Lance’s hero. Not that Keith wanted to be anyone’s hero, but it was still hard to look at, so he turned away and left to get an icepack.

When he returned, Lance was significantly less bloody. They’d managed to fix him up a bit, cleaning his face with a cloth and stopping the bleeding. Now it just looked like a bruised mess.

“Here.” Keith said as he handed over the cool compress. Lance took it and carefully applied it to his nose. “I’m really sorry, man.”

Lance shrugged, “it’s okay, my face is still as handsome as ever. No real damage done.”

Keith rolled his eyes but smiled. He was relieved that Lance wasn’t mad. He didn’t really expect him to be, in a complicated way, Lance just wasn’t really like that.

“I got distracted and reacted instinctively. It was stupid.” Keith sat down next to Lance. They were sitting closely again but Keith didn’t try to move away.

“Yeah, I noticed that. Heh, tried to take advantage of it, but-“ Lance gestured to his mess of a face. He leaned his head back against the wall. “You okay, dude? You looked kind of far away that whole time. Don’t usually see that with you.”

“Yeah,” Keith sighed. “I’m just…it’s hard to explain. I am really sorry, though, seriously.”

“I know.” Lance said, moving his eyes from the ceiling to Keith.

“Keith, can I talk to you for a minute?” Shiro called from across the arena.

“Shit.” Keith muttered, pushing himself up from the ground. Here it comes; the Shiro lecture. Except this one would be ten times worse because it would undoubtedly involve Shiro talking about Keith’s feelings for Lance.

“Don’t worry; he won’t be too hard on you. You’re his favorite.”

Keith flipped Lance off behind his back, making his way over to Shiro. He could feel Lance staring at him as he walked across the room, the hairs on his neck standing up from the scrutiny. Keith glanced over his shoulder but Lance was already looking away.

He’d been smiling at Keith, he knew it in his gut, but he’d missed it. Of course.

“So, did Shiro totally chew you out?” Lance stood in Keith’s bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. The swelling in his nose had gone down, but he now had some bruising under his eyes. Coran had managed to splint it to make sure it didn’t heal crooked. In short, Lance looked worse for wear.

Shiro had chewed him out, but in that concerned way parents usually did when they knew something else was going on. I know it can be hard liking someone, especially in your teens. He had said. It all felt worse with the way Shiro looked down at him from his taller height, eyebrows pinched in worry. But you have to be careful. Someone could get hurt, this time it was just in training and Lance is fine, but when we’re out there in our lions, it can be life and death. We can’t afford to lose an ounce of concentration.

Keith had reassured him that such a thing would never happen during an actual battle. Sure, Keith was a little out of it during 1v1 sparring with Lance, but that was a totally different situation. Shiro had only nodded his head.

“I survived, at least.” Keith answered. He didn’t like looking directly at Lance’s face, it made him feel guilty. “You know you could just get in a healing pod for an hour or two.”

Lance shrugged, taking that as his invitation to fully come into the room. “Feels kind of ridiculous to get into a pod for a broken nose.”

“Have you looked in the mirror? I don’t think anyone would find it ridiculous. That shit looks like it hurts.” Another pang of guilt as he said it but he swallowed it down.

Lance laughed, trying not to move his face too much. “I’ve been trying to avoid all reflective surfaces in fear of having a panic attack over my compromised beauty.”

Lance seemed to be moving closer, slowly, until he finally sat down next to Keith on his bed. Keith’s heart started pounding in his chest. He felt like a cartoon character and soon it would actually burst. Dying from a crush was too comical and too poetic for Keith, so he tried to calm himself, even as Lance looked straight at him.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty, it’s training, it happens.” Keith didn’t say how it hadn’t happened to the others, or how it was all caused by him being too obsessed with Lance’s mouth, apparently. Instead he just nodded. “And I know there’s…something going on with you and I’m not really the best person to come to but you always have the option. Just so you know. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at giving advice.”

Keith snorted. “Really, by whom?”

Lance looked away, tilting his head. “You know, people. In general. I was very loved at the Garrison, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the ladies were lining up.” Keith deadpanned.

“The boys, too.” Lance smirked his annoying smirk and it sent heat down to Keith’s toes.

“Right.” He muttered under his breath, less of a response to Lance and more of him trying to keep his head clear. He kept his eyes focused on his lap, he couldn’t meet Lance’s gaze, not after that.

“See, like that! You’re all blushy and abashed. You’re not usually like that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute but it’s just out of the ordinary for you.”

Keith couldn’t help but look at him now. His face felt like fire and obviously Lance could see it and that just made it worse and god- Lance had just called him cute. What the fuck, he couldn’t just say that. And, wow, Lance was smiling at him. That smile, the one Keith had been thinking about an inane amount and it was just as blinding as it was when he looked at the others.

But it almost hurt this time, the intensity of it being directed at Keith was almost too much. He wanted to look away but he was utterly enthralled by it- by Lance.

“You’re smiling at me.” It came out a quiet whisper, escaping his lips not of his own volition. It was painful, the way his whole body was thrumming with energy, like someone had just plugged him into a socket.

“Well, yeah.” If Keith wasn’t mistaken, Lance’s cheeks were red too. That certainly didn’t help the situation.

“But you- you never smile at me like that.” Keith almost felt indignant. This wasn’t some blasé thing, this was huge! This was a milestone but Lance was acting like it was just…What? Some normal thing?

Lance scoffed, but his smile stayed intact, only his face was closer now. It felt like they were gravitating toward each other, like the universe was pulling them together. “I smile at you all the time.”

“Yeah but not like that-not like this.” Keith said, his breathing short.

“Maybe because this is different.”

Keith breathed a startled oh, before Lance was leaning in and kissing him so, so gently. Keith wasn’t entirely sure their lips were even touching, it was so light. Lance had his head turned carefully, as to not hit his nose, but Keith stayed utterly still, rigid as a pole. Then he melted, the blood flowing through his veins turned to fire and ice. He could feel every beat of his heart pumping through him.

Lance moved back and it immediately felt like a part of Keith was missing, he wanted to pull him in and become whole again. But he didn’t. They sat there, looking at each other.

Keith had thought he’d need a plan for this, to get Lance to smile at him like he was now. But he didn’t. He didn’t need anything, because this was how Lance felt and it was so much better than any scheme could’ve turned out.

Lance took Keith’s hand in his own. “I’m glad you broke my nose.”

Keith didn’t know how to respond, so he laughed, because it felt right. And then Lance was laughing too.

So umm I barely edited this and it’s a mess but hopefully it’s an enjoyable one. Feedback, as usual, is very much appreciated!

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I heard you were a new blog and I'm here to send my best regards to you! I've recently become very sick and just wanted an RFA + Saeran reaction to MC becoming ill and how they would help her recover! Thank you <3

thank you so much for your kind wishes! I hope this makes you feel better, get well soon <3

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • is!! worried!!
  • worried is now his last name.
  • stays at home until you feel better.
  • you insist than he shouldn’t miss classes because of you but he is one stubborn bean.
  • okay, alright, he’ll go to the first two classes stop nagging please.
  • cooks special meals for you.
  • and they all have smiley faces and/or cute animal shapes!
  • goes with you to all your doctor’s appointments.
  • asks a lot of questions, he wants to know what to do and what not to do.
  • he’s been secretly checking webmd for the past few days, so that’s progress.
  • at least he knows now you’re not dying from some rare disease.
  • wasn’t careful enough and now he’s the one who’s sick!
  • it’s okay, it was worth it.
  • now it’s his turn to receive all your care and attention!


  • this man has the immune system of a god
  • he doesn’t mind staying by your side to take care of you, there’s no way in hell he’ll get sick.
  • the days he has to go to rehearsals he texts and calls you a lot.
  • when he’s home, he does everything in his power to make sure you’re comfortable.
  • brushes your hair, gets you extra blankets and pillows, and gives you lots of forehead kisses.
  • sings lullabies to you! it helps a lot when you’re having trouble sleeping.
  • he believes you’re the most beautiful being to ever exist even when you’re sick and is not afraid to express it.
  • zen please, don’t do this to MC.
  • he sucks at taking care of your actual illness, so you have to explain a few things to him.
  • he feels embarrassed but since he’s a quick learner, everything goes smoothly after that.


  • props to this lady for always being so sweet and caring.
  • seriously you’re so lucky to have her.
  • plans literally everything, nothing ever goes wrong thanks to jaehee.
  • aside from preparing meals for you, giving you lots of fluids and making sure you’re taking your meds, she suggests doing relaxing activities.
  • like watching Zen’s shows.
  • you try to pay attention and take part in the discussion about his acting, but you feel so sick you end up falling asleep on her shoulder.
  • panics for a second, she doesn’t want to get sick!
  • she should’ve been more careful.
  • still, she doesn’t have the heart to wake you up.
  • ah, screw it.
  • she kisses your cheek and lets you sleep.
  • next time, she’ll wear a surgical mask while taking care of you.


  • this man gets you the best doctors and the best treatments.
  • and he monitors everything.
  • despite jaehee’s protests, he takes a few days off from work.
  • if you’re not getting better or get slightly worst, someone’s ass is getting fired.
  • sadly, he’s not that good at taking care of someone on a smaller scale.
  • so you reassure him that you’re thankful for all the ridiculously expensive medical care.
  • then you ask him to just… read something to you.
  • he’s more than happy to oblige, of course.
  • confesses that he’s deeply worried about you and wants you to recover soon because he hates seeing you like this.
  • promises to pay more attention to your needs, do you want him to cook you some homemade soup? he doesn’t know how to, but he’s heard that helps.
  • jumin nO he’s the sweetest though


  • thisisfine.jpg
  • you seem so ill…
  • okay, his main goal in this situation is to… make you laugh?
  • because let’s face it, this boy is not qualified to take care of anyone.
  • asks jaehee, yoosung and saeran for help, he feels so useless at first.
  • does research on his part as well.
  • everything gets confusing for you when he starts trying every home remedy in the book.
  • and then
  • “…what?”
  • he’s wearing the white coat and everything.
  • what is this child doing?
  • you’re so used to his way of doing things that you decide to humor him a little.
  • he actually ends up making you feel a lot better!


  • constantly checks on you when he’s not home.
  • brings you small gifts and photographs to make you smile.
  • he’s learned a few things about taking care of someone who’s sick.
  • so this is quite easy for him.
  • loves booping your runny nose for some reason? 
  • “aw, come on, don’t be gross, V.”
  • suggests doing a movie marathon? maybe that will cheer you up.
  • prepares warm baths for you.
  • he’s a sweetheart throughout the entire process.


  • he may not know how to take care of a human being
  • he can’t even take care of himself.
  • he may not know how to approach them
  • but if there’s one thing he’s a freaking expert at
  • it’s being sick
  • if you’ve got an upset tummy, he’ll teach you how to relax and sit comfortably to let it calm down.
  • if you need your meds, a cold compress, or a glass of water, he’ll get it for you.
  • he looks angry and miserable while doing it, though, but honestly he’s trying his best, give some credit to this poor bean.
  • also don’t take it personally if he keeps his distance.
  • just because he’s used to it doesn’t mean he wants to get sick.
  • for all he knows it could be the plague because you look like death.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I've spent the past few days reading your headcannons and I'm in LOVE with them! I was wondering what were your headcannons for a weak MC wanting to arm wrestle with the RFA+V/Saeran? Hope it's not too much, Have a good day! (I really love your headcannons. Keep writing!)

You’re so sweet anonny, thank you so much for the kind words and support! Okay so I really liked this idea and ended up making these super long so my bad! But thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • Yoosung came home from work one day very confused by the odd set-up of his apartment
  • You removed everything from the kitchen table and had motivational music playing, your eyes perked up when you saw your boyfriend
  • “Yoosung Kim, I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition! The loser has to wash dishes for the next two weeks!”
  • This boy had to try and not giggle because of how cute you looked but he suddenly felt nervous, you had terrible arm strength
  • Of course, Yoosung wasn’t the strongest guy around but he knew he could beat you in arm wrestling
  • So he made the mental decision to go easy in you and let you win because how could he crush you when you looked so cute and determined
  • Yoosung got into position and you counted down from three, using all of your strength to try and push his arm down
  • But you were so weak that it was almost impossible for you to win but Yoosung let his arm go slack and you slammed his hand to the table
  • “Haha I win! You gotta do dishes now, sorry Yoosungie. Maybe you should try and do some arm strengthen exercises to get on my level!”
  • Yoosung couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips, making you confused but he quickly gave you a kiss and headed to the kitchen to start his punishment
  • “You’re right, MC. Maybe you can give me some lessons and someday I can maybe beat you! But until then, stop playing that motivational music and help me clean up!”


  • Zen woke up one morning to hear you grunting, making him sit straight up in bed and run to you
  • He feared the worst but stood dumbfounded when he saw you stretching your arms
  • When you noticed Zen staring at you, you jumped but composed yourself and pointed at his chest, eyes lit with fiery determination
  • “I, MC, challenge you Zen to an arm wrestling match! Loser has to let the winner do whatever they want with the loser’s hair!”
  • Oh no, this wasn’t good for Zen at all
  • He knew that you were seriously lacking in arm strength and that he could easily beat you in a match but he didn’t want to destroy your confidence
  • On the other hand, his silky silver hair was precious to him and who knows what kind of things you would do to it, it was quite the predicament
  • But Zen went along with it because maybe you actually had attained some arm strength
  • When you and Zen were set up, you screamed start and he found out that your arm strength was just as bad as he remembered
  • He tried to make it seem like he was trying but in actuality he could probably crush your arm if he tried with his strong muscles
  • So he decided to let you win and when you hit his arm down on the table, you jumped for joy
  • “I can’t believe that I actual best you, Zen! Alright, now time to make your hair beautiful!”
  • Zen groaned and nervously brushed his fingers through his hair as thoughts of his perfect hair being ruined filled his mind
  • “Yeah yeah I know you won but please MC, be careful with my hair. If anything bad happens I’ll make sure to beat you the next time we arm wrestle!”


  • Jaehee is typically a no-nonsense kind of woman and doesn’t like jokes or pranks
  • But you’ve helped her lighten up more which she appreciates, except for when she came home one day
  • You had cleared the dinning room table and wore a sweatband around one of your wrists, you grabbed Jaehee’s arm and led her to the table
  • “It is time Jaehee Kang, time to have an arm wrestling competition! The loser must give the other a shoulder and neck massage to show for their defeat!”
  • This was quite the dilemma for Jaehee, that massage sounded heavenly to her since she’s been working her butt off at work all week
  • But she also knew that your arm strength was awful and she could snap your arm like a twig thanks to her superior arm skills thank to judo
  • The look of concentration on your face as enough to convince her to let you win
  • So once the battle commenced, Jaehee tried to act kind she was trying to push against you, even though she used no strength at all
  • When you smacked her arm down to the table, your eyes widened in excitement as you cheered for yourself
  • “Wow, I can’t believe that I actually won! Your judo skills must be getting rusty Jaehee, maybe you should practice some more to get muscles like mine.”
  • Jaehee playfully rolled her eyes as she stood behind you to rub your shoulders, if only you knew the truth but she didn’t mind playing along
  • “You’re right MC, my skills must be weakening. You’ve proven your strength today with an exciting arm wrestling match, congratulations.”


  • Jumin had always found commoner things and ideas interesting
  • You would show him a new food or a new store but he was not expecting a new game like the one you’d show him today
  • He was surprised when he came home to find you lifting weights and doing arm stretches but he just told himself to go along with it
  • When you noticed him enter, you set down your weights and rushed over to him, dramatically pointing to him
  • “It’s about time you came home but Jumin Han, I challenge you to an arm wrestling contest! The loser has to bathe Elizabeth the third!”
  • Jumin cringed at the thought of his precious cat taking a bath, it was never an easy task so he didn’t want to lose
  • But he also knew how weak your arm strength was so he didn’t want to crush your spirits
  • He contemplated his options for a moment, you were lifting weights so maybe you were getting stronger
  • Either way, Jumin didn’t want to lose as he awkwardly set his arm in position and when you said start, he realized that you were just as weak as re remembered
  • He glanced and saw that your weights were only 2 pounds heavy, that explained to him why you were just as weak as he decided to let you win this silly match
  • When you hit his arm to the table, you cheered for yourself, you couldn’t believe that you beat Jumin
  • “I did it, I beat you Jumin! I can always lend you my weights if you need them. Have fun trying to give Elizabeth the third a bath!”
  • Jumin couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm, but he wasn’t looking forward to giving his fussy cat a bath
  • “That was a fun commoner game, MC. Although I believe that I will make the loser’s punishment since I do not expect myself to lose next time.”


  • Seven was always the one to surprise with all kinds of random things but now, it was your turn
  • One day he was snapped out of his work trance when he heard loud music playing
  • He walked into the living room to find you decked out from head to toe in sports attire complete with a sweatband with your initials
  • When you saw Seven, you handed him his own sweatband with his initials as you struck a dramatic pose then pointed to him
  • “You, Saeyoung Choi, have been challenged by me to an arm wrestling competition. The loser must do whatever the winner demands. No matter what it is.”
  • Seven was never one to say no to a challenge, especially seeing how much work you put into this
  • But he also knew that you were the weakest person he knew and he didn’t want to crush your spirits
  • So he put his sweatband on his head and determinedly prepared himself for the arm wrestling competition of his life
  • You battled valiantly but your strength was pitiful compared to Seven who’s had agency training
  • Seven thought that he should let you win just this once and let his arm go slack, making you slam his arm to the table, cheering with boastful pride
  • “I can’t believe that I won! I, MC, have defeated the great God Seven!”
  • He smiled at your cute victory chant but dreaded what you were going to make him do, he’s done some pretty awful pranks to you so he prepared himself for the worst
  • But when you announced that you wanted him to take the day off to rest, Seven happily complied and snuggled with you on the couch  
  • “This is the best punishment I’ve ever had and I’m happy that I was defeated. I should let you win more often, MC!”


  • V would do absolutely anything to make you happy, although today you were acting a bit off
  • The second he came home from a photo shoot, you grabbed V and dragged him to the kitchen table
  • He was very confused, but he went along with it because he knows that you can do some crazy things sometimes
  • You made him sit down, he tried to hold back his giggles because of how cute you looked when you were determined as you declared your decree
  • “It’s time that we have a challenge so V, I declare that we have an arm wrestling contest! The loser has to do laundry for the next month!”
  • V was now at a lose on what to do, both you and himself were never fans of doing laundry so he did want to win
  • But this boy also knows how weak your arm strength is and he didn’t want you to feel bad
  • So being the precious angel he is, V made a silent resolve to let you win the match
  • You were so bad at arm wrestling that V didn’t think his acting would be convincing but it somehow fooled you
  • V smiled to himself as you smacked his arm to the table, your eyes widened in disbelief at your victory
  • “Did you see that V?! I actually won! We need to work up your muscles if you ever want to beat me someday!”
  • Even though he had to do laundry, seeing you so happy made V happy himself
  • Although V did have some problems with doing the laundry, he accidentally overfilled the washer with fabric soap
  • “While I am happy that you won MC, I won’t lose in our next arm wrestling match. But it was actually a lot of fun, let’s do it again soon.”


  • Saeran never understood the strange, random games that you would want to play with him
  • He usually just ignored them and let you win on purpose until you elaborately set up the kitchen table
  • When you noticed him enter the room, dragged Saeran to the table and set him down as you excitedly explained to him what you were doing
  • “I have a fun challenge for you Saeran, an arm wrestling match! The loser has to let the winner give them as many kisses as they want!“
  • There were times when you would attack Saeran with a barrage of kisses which he didn’t usually mind but you always seemed to give them out when he was cranky
  • So he didn’t want to lose the match but he suddenly remembered how weak you were and reconsidered
  • When you started the match, Saeran couldn’t believe just how weak your arm strength was
  • Sighing, he purposely let you win, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you got up from your seat to cheer for yourself
  • “I did it Saeran, I really beat you! Now come here and let me give you lots of kisses!”
  • Saeran couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from his lips, your kisses always made him happy and ticklish
  • Seeing him happy made your heart soar as you kept on giving him kisses until he finally had to hold you back
  • “Mark my words MC, I don’t plan on losing another arm wrestling match again. Be prepared to get your butt kicked next time.”

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404


I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side


               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

mikamona  asked:

Hey! Could I request how the RFA+V+Saeran would react to an MC who was learning Korean as their third language and is still pretty choppy/needs them to talk a bit slowly? Like I've known Japanese and English since birth pretty much, and I might learn Korean in the future, so maybe something like that if it makes sense? You don't have to use those languages btw! Sorry if that's too specific! I love your work so far, and I hope I see more from you soon, have a nice day!

Hell’s yeah I can! Don’t apologize either, sweet person, you have done no wrong. Also, don’t worry about how specific it is; it helps me understand what you’d like to read! I think it’s pretty rad that you’re learning another language, too! Thank you for supporting what I write and enjoying it. I hope you have a nice day, too; much love!


  • He had to take a couple English classes to gradate highschool and get into uni, so he completely understood if you weren’t 100% fluent!
  • If you were pretty good at reading it, he’d lend you some random books so you could get practice
  • Wouldn’t pressure you to speak Korean in public either
  • that shit’s scary sometimes
  • He was really excited that you could speak Japanese, too
  • languages are really scary sometimes, okay?
  • Yoosung would brag to people on and off campus about your ability to speak multiple languages
  • He’s just really hyped that you’re really smart
  • He’d want to learn really cheesy phrases in Japanese and English
  • Extra excited if you wanted to learn Korean ones
  • Would be really nice to correct you if your grammar or pronunciation was off
  • 8/8 would try to learn another language with you
  • “Yoosung, I’m already trying to figure out one right now” “But it’d be fun!” “You’ll probably stop practicing after a couple of weeks” “Well you’re not wrong, but-” “Yoosung, no” “Watch me”
  • Now he would say random things in Italian because sOMEONE missed the opportunity to when he signed up for a class


  • You knew that Jumin probably had her be somewhat proficient in a couple of languages for business affairs
  • She might’ve only dealt with that for less than three years, but Jaehee wanted to enrich herself anyways
  • Then she found out that your Chinese was really good on top of your Tamil
  • Jaehee was happy that you were fluent in some of the languages of the countries she dealt with the most (no, I totally didn’t google what countries south korea imported and exported with the most)
  • You two became the couple that spoke different languages at home than in public
  • However, your Korean wasn’t as close to fluent as you’d like
  • I mean, she could tell from phone calls early on by your accent that Korean wasn’t your native
  • She really liked to sit by you while you were translating something aloud and she was working
  • Those were her favorite nights
  • Especially since you usually got her to pause working to help you work out a sentence or two
  • Then it turned into encouraging cheek kisses
  • Then she couldn’t completely focus
  • oH WELL
  • guess you both just have to….be….cute..what..a….tragedy
  • She would also buy you cute-looking books that were in Korean
  • It may or may not have been so she could get more of those nights 


  • He’s probably had some scripts that weren’t completely in Korean, so he’s familiar with some language patterns and can say “je suis un pomme”
  • Okay, so you were just slightly offended, because he thought he was saying he’s a prince
  • You’ll admit that knowing English and French then deciding to move to Korea was a bit odd
  • But c’mon, man
  • “…you do realize you just said you were an apple, yeah?” “No, I called myself a prince’ “We’re speaking in English right now” “That’s correct” “It’s literally prince in French” “Well, how was I supposed to know” “Dumbass”
  • You wouldn’t let him live that down for weeks
  • Zen then tried to get you to speak a bit more Korean when you were on set rather than confusing people
  • oh shit
  • my cover’s blown
  • Well, now you were the one getting made fun of
  • “You called me a table” “That may be true” “A tABLE, MC” “At least I said you were a pretty table?” “You called me a moist table, MC” “Okay, okay, you see-” “Mhm” “Shut up, pretty boy” “I thought I was a table?” “That wasn’t even funny” “…” “You’re still a dumbass”
  • Nobody in the rfa chats knew what you meant by calling him an apple
  • Then Zen just had to talk about The Table Incident
  • MC has left the chat
  • cue him running into the living room
  • “but, bAAAABE” “Leave, you apple” “MC, love meeee” “I already do” “Can I at least get a hug” “Nope”
  • MC has entered the chat
  • He then tried to get take the phone while you were typing out The Apple Prince Incident
  • You got Seven in on it to change his name in the messenger to je suis un pomme for a week

Seven: (slight route spoilers, but I changed it a bit anyways)

  • blah, blah, taxes, blah, author of several books in Arabic, blah, likes cat
  • w a i t  j u s t   a   d i d d l y d a r n   s e c o n d
  • Arabic? And Portuguese?
  • aww yisss
  • This was probably when he approved you and went straight to V
  • Plus cats?? That was a bonus
  • He really liked talking to you with the messenger even if your grammar was a teensy bit off
  • may or may not have recorded a few phone calls to hear your accent
  • Once you had gotten to meet him at the apartment
  • whoo, boy
  • He was getting on your nerves just a bit
  • You snapped just a bit and kinda sorta went off on him in Arabic and he just sat there
  • “You done?” “Yes, was there an issue?” “Yeah, it was kinda hot”
  • *narrator voice* He realized he had Fucked Up right Then And There
  • “You didn’t hear that” “Sev-” “Good day”
  • This time he wasn’t staying away to protect you, he just didn’t want to turn as read as his hair next time he had to see you
  • He finally had been able to hold a conversation after staying stonefaced in an attempt to forget
  • You didn’t tho
  • After everything had gotten sorted out and you had understood why he was acting like that, it was pretty okay
  • Neither of your dumbasses realized that you were both speaking Portuguese during the Incident, so the only time he heard your Korean was on the phone
  • He’d take breaks from working whenever you wanted to practice the language
  • I mean, if he could be fluent in seventeen, so could you
  • Seven regarded your ability to speak Arabic as something “holy” and was ecstatic that you were one of the few that didn’t need his help to get home


  • Once he found out that you could read and listen to Korean, but not speak it all that well, he immediately found a tutor
  • He’d like when you’d hold short converstaions with him in his native
  • However, Jumin just didn’t know that you were fluent in Russian and German
  • It took him a couple of weeks until you greeted him as “dorogoy” (my dear) when he came home from work one night
  • Jumin knew a fair bit of other languages, so you both spoke to each other in this odd Franken-language (lmao but that’s German already)
  • He really loved it when you’d forget a word in Korean and looked confused for a second before saying it in German
  • Would always help you with a word or slang phrases
  • just because he had to look them up does not invalidate this
  • Definitely would buy you so many books
  • You’d probably end up with the same book as multiple copies in other languages
  • He just wanted the best access to literature for “mein liebling“ (my beloved)
  • Would be the Softest if you had a question or wanted to carry longer conversations in Korean


  • So! Supportive!
  • Since he’s traveled so much, he knows how to ask and follow directions, ask how someone’s doing, and general things like that in a variety of languages
  • Once he found out you spoke Dutch and Hebrew, he wanted to learn more about the languages
  • You’d lean against each other on the couch at night and ask questions about each others languages
  • “How do I call you my moon?” “Mijn maan” “I like that; it suits you” “How do I call you my star?” “Naui byeol” “I think that suits you, too”
  • If he ever went to a country where many people spoke either languages, he’d ask you to come
  • Definitely took photos of you interacting with people and reading plaques at exhibits
  • Was kind of an excuse to take you on a vacation
  • V would also would carry both a Dutch to Korean and a Hebrew to Korean dictionary for you if you couldn’t remember the word to say something to him
  • Started having you write descriptions of his work for exhibitions so he could broaden his market
  • Would 784282/8 continuously help you if your speaking was a bit choppy and lessen any anxiety you had about it


  • “Just buy some dictionaries” “Yeah, well, what if I don’t want to?” “Then google translate” “But then I’d end up saying something stupid” “You always say stupid things, though, MC” “Don’t be an asshat” “Suggestion taken” (haha, what? me? use google translate for the languages I don’t speak for this post? pssh)
  • He’d be the ones to leave passive aggressive sticky notes in other languages if you weren’t paying attention
  • Also the one to label things if he didn’t understand the yelling in Haitian Creole
  • he’s trying, okay?
  • Saeran may speak multiple languages but not whatever that spewing was
  • “Saeran, that was Korean” “Yeah, and I’m a cat” “Hey, at least I tried” “You asked me if the parakeet gave a prophecy, MC” “…That’s besides the point”
  • Would correct you bluntly
  • Would continue with the sticky notes on everything
  • started learning Greek and Haitian Creole so he could add proper translations to things
  • One morning, he woke up with a sticky note on his forehead that labeled him as “내 사랑, αγάπη μου, doudou mwen”
  • He ended up keeping that in a drawer on his nightstand

I’m sorry that I write this at several different times. I’d be glad to fix any of these if you don’t like them. Especially Seven’s. I did horribly with his. I hope that they were semi-decent, though, and that you enjoy a few of them!

Please correct any mistakes I made with the languages. I can only vouch for the ones I speak, the rest were google translate. If there’s any other issues, I’d be glad to fix them as well!


Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 10,480

Genre: Angst

Warning: Very dark themes. That’s all I can say.

Guardian angels.

The winged entities are said to watch over mankind, providing protection and guidance to all, no matter the consequence. These spirits exist to shelter individuals from harm, fend off potential evils, and pave the way for a better life; if not for any of those reasons, they still exist within people’s hearts. Parents tell their children that the angels will keep them safe, those who are lost seek their angels’ help to find their way, and the lucky souls who make it through the day give thanks to the angels for allowing that to be so.

All throughout the world, the existence of guardian angels is merely considered a belief, but you know that they are real.

In fact, there’s one sitting in your classroom at this very moment.

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anonymous asked:

i love this blog so so much, omg 💝 but i was wondering if you could do rfa/v/saeran and a male-to-female trans mc? i'm a transgirl, and i love mysme. but i've never seen a trans hc and i want one so bad :-/ if you can't do it, that's fine. thank you, much love! xoxo

There is a lack of a lot of things about a differnet kind of MC (Chubby, wears glasses, short, etc) in this fandom, but  think cause most people mutually agree that the RFA, Saeran, V, Vanderwood wouldn’t really care since in the game they fell in love with your personality! I’m sorry you had to wait, but I hope you see this!~Madre Mod 


  • He really wouldn’t care
  • He’s happy if your happy!
  • He’s also happy that he has a girlfriend that he can show off to his friends
  • he may be a broke college student but he will try his best to get you what ever you need for the process
  • If you haven’t gotten the surgery and would like too he will try and save some money to help
  • If you don’t want to get surgery he won’t mind, he loves you for your loving personality, not just your genitalia


  • You are his princess and he’ll be damned if somebody said otherwise
  • I see zen as somebody who would know the term but doesn’t know what the said term meant
  • He would use his popularity to try and spread the word about trans, and would use you as a personal dictionary
  • Just like yoosung if you wanted surgery he would help you raise the money to make it happen, and would still love you if you don’t want too


  • Wouldn’t mind it one bit
  • cause your not in a relationshIP
  • She wouldn’t express it verbally, but you do notice how she makes subtle efforts that people correctly address you
  • and how she will go through any lengths so that you feel comfortable in your body
  • Jaehee will get your estrogen shots(if you take any)
  • She’s the best go-to woman about shaving and how to lessen the chances of nicking yourself
  • since you know, shes a woman with wonderful legs that could just crush your skull


  • He’s going to need you to explain your transition cause he won’t understand it at first
  • He’s willing to learn though!
  • He’ll accept you since you saw the best in him when nobody else did
  • it might take a little trial and error along the way, but he manages
  • highkey ready to drop a few hundred dollars to get you a whole new wardrobe 
  • is also highkey ready to sue people who don’t appreciative your unique beauty
  • has had midnight thoughts on if Elizabeth 3rd is trans
  • you have smacked him with a pillow when he voiced said thoughts at midnight


  • This he had little knowledge of, background checks can only go so far
  • You’re still an angel in his eyes
  • Plus he can give you his old clothes he used for the agency!
  • Makeup tips galore, this man got you
  • I like to think he has little fake boob pad things, he will give it to you if you want
  • Cracks jokes 24/7 to get your mind off of things once and a while
  • Makes those “I’m insulting your entire physical and spiritual being within this joke” kind of jokes when somebody is making you feel bad


  • will need a lot of explaining at first, but he gets used to it
  • if you are feeling bad about how you’ll never look feminine (which you will ya cutie ;) ) he will try his best to cheer you up.
  • even if that means he’ll make a slight fool of himself in front of you
  • He will fight anybody who makes fun of you
  • seriously, he has done it and you had to pull him off
  • he will cuddle you awkwardly
  • “Imma steal some estrogen” “Saeran no.” “Imma do it”


  • He has vaguely heard the term but is very understanding
  • Very supportive, best boyfriend
  • will volunteer to be your makeup tester if you didn’t know how to use it
  • It ends up with you trying to do his makeup while watching a youtube video about it, he looks beautiful
  • He takes lots of pictures of you during the transition process
  • He tries his best to give you what you need 
  • he really tries
  • You will receive lots of comfort and love from this beautiful man

Arc-V AU where ¾ bracelet girls said ‘fuck it’ and joined Zarc because after all the shit they’ve been through I would have quit

Idk where this came from but the idea of the girls using the dragons is really appealing to me and like for some reason I really like ‘protags give up and fall into darkness’  trope lol.

Also I incorporated the “Yuu boys are actually their dragons” theory cause I love it.

Yuzu runs as fast as her tired legs will let her. The once beautiful ocean-sided town in the Fusion dimension is now in shambles and not a single soul besides Yuzu can be found. With the town deserted the only sounds that can be heard are Yuzu’s harsh breathing, her steps against the ruined ground, and the three metal bracelets hooked onto her belt loop that cling every time she takes a step.

She’s so tired. The remaining Lancers are nowhere to be found and each day Zarc’s reign expands further and further throughout the dimension.

Maybe I should just stop fighting. Just like….

Yuzu shakes her head.

No I can’t. I have to save them. All of them.

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anonymous asked:

I am considering a ringneck dove. They will be easier to tame when young right? About a year old or less? My taming strategy would be to stay next to the cage for a while so it would get used to me, then gradually start to attempt to hand feed, hopefully then the dove would develop a positive association with me. Do ringnecks adapt to flight suits? I've read conflicting answers. At least a few seem to. I'd have to get the bird used to the suit first of couse.

I started making my own harnesses for Ringnecks because flight suits are torture devices for them.

They are ok, even comfortable, on a pigeon.

But pigeons have MUCH stronger legs than doves, are generally more muscular, and don’t have anywhere NEAR such delicate balance.

Ringnecks are light, slight, and VERY delicately balanced!

They depend on moving their tail as a counterbalance to each step they take, and flight suits not only velcro their tails completely shut, but hang a pouch between their legs which brushes against them when they try to walk. 

This often trips the dove, not by directly tangling their feet, but by startling them, throwing their balance with the weight of the bag between their legs, and completely blocking the fanning and movement of the counterbalance they depend on to move comfortably.

And mind that my experimentation with this product was done with a dove I had BOTTLE FED, who was imprinted on and completely trusted me.

She stood up, attempted to take a step forward, got startled by the bag weighing her down in the back, tipped backwards, over adjusted, fell on her face, and spent five terrified minutes JUST trying to get to where she could stand up comfortably.

When she couldn’t, she flailed on the ground in blind panic like she was dying of a punctured lung and when I finally got her still enough to get it off with out hurting her, she shot off so fast she hit the wall and would not come NEAR me for a week afterwards!

Again, this was not a random rescue or even a baby I socialized from hatching.

This was Gordon’s wife Sasami, whom I, personally, bottle raised from eight days of age.

Please, I am literally begging you, do NOT put your doves through this!

The ringnecks you see sitting calmly in a flight suit are NOT calm. They are shut down!

When flight or evasion are not options, Ringnecks freeze. They go completely still, make no sounds, and hope to god the predator goes away or moves juuust enough that an oportunity to escape prevents itself

Like a rabbit on its back, a frozen Ringneck’s pulse skyrockets and it floods with adrenaline so that it can take advantage of the slightest chance to flee the second opportunity prevents itself.

Left in this state too long, the bird shuts down completely and is basically catatonic with its eyes open. 

If you try to coax it to stand or walk in this state, it will not respond.

If it won’t stand up, something is VERY wrong!

Ringnecks do not naturally sit when being carried. They like to stand with a firm grip on the hand or shoulder. 

Birds who are nervous, young, or don’t have great balance will ease down a bit to feel more stable, but they will still be gripping and supporting most of their weight on their feet.

A genuinely relaxed bird on a harness has NO problems with getting up and changing position. It will look around, preen itself, maybe fuss with the fabric a little.

You also have to take into account that Ringnecks have been domesticated through being bred EXCLUSIVELY for confinement tolerance. 

Smart pigeons dodged their predators while out foraging and returned safe to the Cote to pass their genes on, so pigeons have grown smarter through domestication.

Ringnecks do not home, so they could not go out and forage. The smart, agile ones GOT OUT OF THE CAGES and left the less clever, less agile, less reactive birds behind to continue breeding in human care.

After thousands of years of breeding the less intelligent and reactive doves to tolerate smaller spaces, Ringnecks have lost pretty much ALL survival instincts. (Freeze and FLY AWAY VERY FAST!!! are all they have left.)

Ringnecks are NOT smart, compared to ANY other species of bird we humans keep! That’s why “you’ll get used to it” forced handling works for parrots and pigeons, but not for a Ringneck.

It will eventually dawn on a parrot or pigeon, if you are gentle, that “Oh. I’m not being eaten. This doesn’t even hurt! It’s kinda nice, even.”

That will NEVER dawn on a ringneck dove. Each attempt to hold it, never mind getting it used to a restrictive flight suit, will be more frightening than the last because, from its perspective, it barely escaped with its life LAST time! 

Which is why I urge people with skittish doves to ignore them instead of trying to make them interact and why I put so much effort into gently socializing mine from hatching.

The harness I designed for my ringnecks JUST keeps them nearby and prevents pressure injuries from a startled take off.

A loop fits around the neck, connected at the back and front to an adjustable waist loop that extends into a leash with an adjustable wrist fit.

It’s VERY light, and there is no diaper. 

Rather than spacing it out, which requires long term restraint, the key is to put it on the bird, adjust the loop, and then set it down. 

It takes seconds to get used to because it’s too light to over balance them and there is nothing between their legs to startle them.

Movement is very easy, as it’s designed to allow completely free range of motion.


This is the old design modeled by one of my blond Ringneck cocks.


And here is my instructional video for putting on the current design, scaled up to fit a pigeon.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been feeling kinda off today and I was wondering if you could cheer me up with some fluffy blitzstone head cannons? Thanks!

hey sorry i couldn’t answer this yesterday,,, i hit post limit? but i hope this makes you feel better friendo!! i am here for you!

- blitz makes it a life mission to make hearth smile & laugh more

- it is in the course of this mission that he discovers that hearth is v ticklish and hoo boy is that useful information

- sometimes they like to sleep in and just kind of cuddle in bed instead of getting up. it’s on one of these days that they get engaged, on accident. they’re having a deep conversation in bed at like eleven in the morning (but it sucks bc to talk they can’t really be holding each other. they manage tho) anyway they’re talking about what life would be like if they’d never found each other & hearth signs but now we get to spend the rest of our lives together and blitz is just kind of stunned into heart-eyes silence for a few seconds & then he asks did you just ask me to marry you? and now hearth is blushing really deeply but he answers, i guess i did. what’s your answer? And blitz just laughs and signs of course, you silly elf! and smooches him,,,,,, wow i got myself emotional here

- sometimes hearth comes up & hugs blitz from behind & puts his chin on top of blitz’ head. blitzen pretends to be annoyed but he actually loves it

- blitz loves making hearthstone blush, so he compliments him often

- blitz & hearth arguing like an old married couple over literally anything. wait that’s canon,,

- some of the people they knew on the street hear about Blitzen’s Best so they come to see for themselves. they’re all very pleased to learn that hearth & blitz are getting married soon. some bitchy middle-aged people complain about blitz having homeless people in his high-end shop, but blitz says his store is always open if anyone needs a place to get out of the cold & he often makes clothes for people on the street, especially warm coats

- hearth really likes kisses on the cheek even if he pretends he doesn’t (and he does)

anonymous asked:

Hiiii I think you already know I've been lurking on your blog for a few hours lol I've been reading your posts about mitam and sott, sweet creature etc. Is it possible you could make one for more songs on the pink album? I would love to see woman or only angel!!! Specially woman tbh. I know it's a lot to just ask but it would be amazing! If you already have a post about this just ignore me lol (or direct me to it) thank you, sea xxx

WOMAN has always puzzled me, and I have read a lot of good interpretations, but I was still not really satisfied for my own musical curiosity. So here goes nothing. 

I am basing my interpretation on these lyrics, and will refer to times from this video:

Someone very fortuitously discovered an allusion to Charles Bukowski’s poem, Old Man, Dead in a Room

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How even.

I don’t know how you all got here, but, I hope you’re enjoying your stay.

This blog is only a few months old, and I’m almost passing the most amount of followers on an RP blog I had, but the other blog took 3 years… ;; You guys are great, I’m happy that we’re able to interact and get around a lot. I’m really thankfully I met this side of the fandom and was able to participate in all sorts of wacky and even dead serious RP nonsense. I’ve really enjoyed everything here, and just being here, and being able to talk to people and RP, and I feel a lot closer to you guys than any other fandom I’ve been in. So thank you <3 I am very happy and I can seem myself being here for a good while with you guys. I haven’t done anything for my last couple of milestones, so, I figure I should do something now. So here’s the something.

@rexcrystallis | @oracleborn | @chosenbythecrystal | @suitedfordark | @floweringeclipse

You guys are some of the first people I ever interacted with on this blog, so how could I not say anything. I have been taking forever with responding to RP’s, but, I treasure the fact that I was able to talk with you guys before my true shitposting self formed and it was too late for you all.


I just mentioned you but let me mention you again because!!! I love Iris!! And /your/ Iris! I need my daemonslaying not-family naughter and sad-dad. I’m glad we interacted, and I love your art [ur poor notification box when you posted that nASTY COR. #noregerts] I really love ur art and I’m so happy to see you RP and draw and it’s not fair to be good and drawing and writing but you did it anyway :P I love our interactions, angsty or crack-nonsense, although we somehow manage to combine both ;A; Hopefully this summer I can RP more, but I’ll probably get lazy and spend too much time playing FFXV lbr.


Thank you for letting me gush about Prompto and Cor together because they are so sweet and I love so much about their relationship as little as they actually use it in game. It’s fine, I get to make my own canon outside of it :p I’m happy to RP a nice relationship between them and I’m always happy to hear your headcanon and ideas, I honestly forget sometimes that Prompto is not trans in canon, but like I said, I get to make my own canon :V and I just love so much about Prompto my first RP blog in FFXV is a Prompto, but I’m just so glad you do him justice <3

@kingslight/ @shieldvowed

I love Regis, and the Kingsglaive movie, and I love that you interact with the actors and introduced me to their streams, intentionally or not, it’s been a blessing, I have so much fun with watching Jon Campling attempt to fish in FFXV. Your cosplays are amazing, you put so much work into it and it shows! And of course, I love your writing and headcanons, those are great and fun to read. Even though I met you by kinkshaming you in a way that we’ve never let you live down, I’m really happy to see you on my dashboard, it’s always a treat.

@heterochromiairiidum/ @massadamnata

I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually had a serious RP w/ Cor, and it seems all I do is harrass your Ravus unfairly [sorry ravus ;; u deserve better all the time] and also make shitposts with you, but that’s fine, the main part of RPing is having fun and the writing can come second I think XD Thank you for putting up with my bullshit basically.


(ง'̀-‘́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง I’m kidding, lmao, I know we don’t interact much but I love our muses decision to instantly fight or ignore each other, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Loqi needs more love, and I’ll be happy to give it to him. Love in the shape of Cor being a sour bitter man, but, love regardless.


I love your Noctis <3 I really do. I love your portrayal and I have a lot of fun when you’re on my dash. Thank you for letting me interact with you, and let Cor harass your Noctis to no end. 


We’ve only talked a little bit but I love your Yuna, and I love all your headcanons and ideas for the FFX world. FFX was my first Final Fantasy game and it has a place in my heart, which is why I pretty much picked the FFXV version of Auron as my RP muse. :p Also I really like our Silent Hill verse because I crave angst.

I can’t think of all the people at the moment, I’m sorry I didn’t leave a longer message than this, or at least a more thoughtful one, but, I’m happy to these guys for RPing and talking with me about stuff, just for the hell of it.

@nesrecne | @trashkingizunia | @maledictusrex | @chocobutthair | @eldestamicitiason | @the-witch-matoya | @sxrtis | @izuniashield | @promptos-biceps | @culinarystrategist | @enviousking | @utprosiim | @bxstiarius | @commodorexaranea | @yunafied | @divinamxultionem | @galahdanblade | @morethanabarcode | @divintas | @featherdicks | @regalchocobo | @knightxalpha@fieryknowledge | @lunaliee | @nightfallprince & many more I’m sure. I just wanted to thank you guys for interacting with me, and giving me the time of day to write with me and talk with me even if not.

And last but not least, the people I’ve talked to maybe a few times, and I hope I get to know you guys better, and maybe write an RP or even just talk in chat.

@irisiae | @luxarcum | @greatswordgladio | @loqibesthia | @frigustek | @pxlsatiio | @sineatcr | @yivohn | @firstsxnner | @theplagueofstars | @croweoftheglaive | @outofmychair | @novilis | @tiiamate | @oathvowed | @liibertus | @crystallineglacian | @kissthecook | @astral-ignem-feram | @pierccr | @countignis | @pargentum | @inferniangod | @nyxoftheglaive | @oraclevowed | @gvntk | @betaprom-pom |

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been having a very stressful week at work and a little self esteem conflict. Can you please do a BTS reaction of the members finding out that you're older than them (by a few years)? I don't know if that made any sense.. I'm sorry! 😩

You don’t have anything to be sorry for :) I hope you have a chance to relax soon, and just remember, you’re perfect in someone’s eyes. I send my love! <3

BTS’ reaction to you being older than them

Jin: Jin being the oldest of BTS, was happy that he wasn’t the oldest one anymore! As he looked at you with warm eyes, you looked at the ground in embarrassment. He chuckled at you and gently lifted your head up with his fingers.

“Don’t worry jagiya, nothing can ever change how I feel about you. Besides now we can both be teased by Jungkook for being old~”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga: Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. You looked at him, expecting him to get angry with you for not telling him sooner. He laughed at how ridiculous you were, he didn’t care if you were older than him by a few years, love is love.

“Do you really think age matters to me Jagiya?”

Originally posted by kareverie

J-Hope: Hoseok couldn’t believe you were older than him. You were so much more energetic than him, that sometimes he thought you were a child trapped inside a woman’s body! 

“But you act so much younger than me jagiya!”

Originally posted by hob-e

Rap Monster: He would be very surprised at finding out that he was younger than you. He felt like his dominance was being taken away because you were older, but you assured him that he could keep his dominant and possessive personality over you.

“Jagiya are you sure you’re older than me? Because you look gorgeous for your age”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin: Jealousy overtook JImin as soon as he heard you were a few years older than him. That meant you were around Jin’s age! The fact that Jin and his beloved jagiya were better for each other based on age, made him mad.

“Jagiya, just promise me you’ll stay away from Jin Hyung when I’m not there, okay?”

Originally posted by jimintensify

V: Taehyung felt embarrassed because he felt like he had disrespected you in some way because you were older than him. He used formal language when he spoke to you, and you laughed at him, reassuring him that he didn’t need to change his behavior around you.

“Ah jagiya, I wish you would have told me sooner so that I could have started treating you like a queen sooner~”

Originally posted by daeguboy

Jungkook: Jungkook would be a bit flustered because he never would have imagined that the love of his life would be older than him by a few years, but he would be fine with it, as long as you were by his side.

“Jagiya, I love you. And I don’t care if you’re older than me… just call me baby instead of oppa okay?”

Originally posted by jeonggxuk-moved

For Anon, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you get to relieve some stress soon :) also remember, you’re limited edition and one of a kind~

i wasn’t going to do a bias list just yet, as i’m coming up on six months and figured i’d wait until then…however what better excuse than chuck and sarah’s wedding anniversary to use this picture? i’m that extra, guys. thank you so much for sticking with me on my transition back into indie, i literally love every single one of you, but here’s a little shoutout to those of you who have made the last few months super special!!! i’m fairly certain i’ve missed people, but this is mostly people i’ve written with multiple times and talk to, so if i missed you off…i still love you, pinkie promise!!!

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These Lives We Lead Pt 2

He woke up as early morning light started to stream through the windows. Before the war, when Y/N would stay over in the summer or Draco would visit for holidays, she insisted they keep the curtains drawn. She said it placed them in their own little world, if only for the night. Now, she won’t get into bed unless the curtains are wide open, if only to convince herself that the world outside of their home was still at peace.

Y/N was curled under his arm, hair falling into her face. She looked peaceful, he hoped she was anyway. She deserved peace.

He carefully extracted himself from their cocoon and tucked the blankets back around her before making his way out of the room. Y/N didn’t like using magic around the house when she didn’t have to, so Draco, as he did every day since the war, bypassed his wand sitting neatly in its case on their dresser and went into the kitchen to start the tea and make breakfast. It was the small things he did, making breakfast without using magic, helping her with her ever growing garden in their backyard, that brought a real smile to her face; a rarity that he wouldn’t take for granted.

About ten minutes after Draco had left the room he heard a padding of feet entering the kitchen followed by a warm body pressed against his back. Y/N rested her forehead directly between his shoulder blades and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Rough night?” he asked softly.

She breathed - in through her nose, out through her mouth - before shaking her head. “What are you making?”

“Just eggs and bacon. Nothing fancy.”

“Smells good,” she mumbled, her words almost lost in the cotton of his grey t-shirt as she pressed a kiss to his back. Untangling herself from him, she grabbed two mugs and divvied up the hot water from the kettle. Two sugars and a dash of milk for Draco; black for herself (She had been the one to convince Draco that tea was nothing without milk and sugar, and she herself wouldn’t drink without a little of each. But that was before the war, when everything could be sweet. When getting up every day didn’t leave a bitter taste in her mouth. It was easier when she could pretend the bitterness only came from her tea.).Â

They sat adjacent to each other, Y/N propping her feet in Draco’s lap, as they ate. It was a relatively calm morning. The sky was a vibrant blue and there were a few big, puffy clouds in the sky. It was mid-August, and days like this were becoming very scarce. He didn’t want to ruin the picturesque day for her. The talking would have to be done in the evening.

“We should go on a picnic,” Y/N suggested later in the afternoon as she picked various vegetables and placed them into the wicker basket she had dangling from her arm.

“Pardon?” Draco was leaning in the doorway watching as she struggled to separate a vibrant green pepper from its stem. Originally, he was in the garden helping her, but he was soon banned after picking one too many tomatoes that were not quite red enough for Y/N’s taste. He’ll argue to his dying day that they would’ve tasted fine.

“A picnic. You know, you pack sandwiches and snacks in a basket, grab a blanket, spread out and eat,” she shrugged. “A picnic.”

“And where do you suggest we go for this picnic?” He teased with a smile on his face. They had moved to a tiny neighborhood on the outskirts of London, out of obvious necessity. Their tiny cottage was sat back off the road, surrounded by forest. There were about five parks within a ten minutes radius that would be perfect for a picnic, but he knew exactly where she would pick to go.