Hi, just a quick thing to ruin your life. The Foxes are a gang in Ketterdam, Neil is a Grisha fleeing... anyway have a good day!
hellooooo thank u sm for this prompt, this is only part one bc i couldn’t wait to share it, but i’ll post the rest as soon as i can!!
The streets were deadly quiet the night Nathaniel left everything behind – his life, his family, his very name. His father was asleep when Nathaniel climbed down the window of his small, cramped closet of a room. The cold air bit harshly at his skin, froze his bones through the thin cotton of his shirt, but Nathaniel didn’t dare turn back to the slightly warmth of his home.
Not anymore, he told himself. It was no longer his home – if it ever had been. Now it was just the place that would get him killed, or worse. Finally, finally, after years of hiding it, his father knew the truth about him and his mother was nowhere to be found. He knew, somewhere deep in his core, that she would be dead soon. He’d seen the look on her face when they took her away, when his father just let them take her. He remembered the way her frantic eyes found him cowering around the corner, the word she mouthed at him.
Ok but bts gang au?? I've read a few of these (there needs to be more) but the paintball just inspired me more?? Rapmon is the leader of the team cause he's amazing and Yoongi is his right hand man. Jin is the spy that goes undercover in all the big companies and hobi is the sweet but deadly hand-to-hand combat guy. Taetae is the sweet-talker and deals with kidnapping and works with jin. Jimin is the master sniper and can kill without looking and kookie is just the all-around prodigy pls help
I’VE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR A LONG WHILE AND I’VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE EACH BOY A CHAPTER BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW SO I’M TAKING SUGGESTIONS IF YOU HAVE ANY FOR EACH BOY CONCERNING THIS DESCRIPTION, BUT FOR NOW I’M GOING TO WRITE ABOUT FUCKING RANK ASS JIMIN THE MASTER SNIPER HELL YEAH. I’ll make this into a mini series of 7 chapters!!! I’ll probably finish it after posting up Seokjin’s I NEED U story though lmfaooo. STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED THAT SHIT NICE. I didn’t proofread this so my apologies if it makes no sense!!!
You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip from it before placing it back down and popping out your joints. The dress you wore for tonight was tight,red, loud. After the blind date you’d just been released from, you found yourself in the sleaziest bar you could find. A university student trying to become a 4th grade teacher…interesting. It wasn’t something you needed in your life, and you were bored to death by the way he had tried to get you to suck him off in the least subtle way. Still, you knew the moment you stood up you were finished with his existence and would not call him back. You made a mental note to text your friend who’d only intended for you to be with the best.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here at this time of night?” A voice purred at you, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you had to punch someone just to have a simple drink.
You turned, noticing the face was not only unattractive, but beaten up and bruised as well. You picked up your drink again, taking a big swig from it and placing it down.
“Not interested,” you shot him a look. The alcohol on his breath informed you that he was absolutely smashed, and you just hoped someone was around to save you when he got in your face.
“Alright, that’s fine. Got a bitch on my hands thinking you’re too good for everyone?”
“She said she wasn’t interested, buddy.” A voice caught your attention, and it made the sleazy man turn around and stare. His hair was a fading orange color, the kind of a sunset hanging over the horizon in the middle of winter. He had his elbow laying on the bar counter, and chin on his hand. The man winked in your direction, twinkling his fingers from his free hand towards you.
“Who are y- Jimin…” The sleazy one halted his words, eyes growing wide and hands hanging up in the air as if he were about to be arrested. The one known as Jimin rose from his seat, rolling out his shoulders and cracking his neck.
“Look man, I don’t want any trouble.” The man said, backing away slightly. Perhaps Jimin was bar security? No, that would mean he was drinking on the job. In most cases, that would be entirely unacceptable. You weren’t doubting it wasn’t here, either.
Once the man was clearly out of sight, Jimin sat down beside you. He slid his drink next to you, clinking both glasses together before he took it down like a shot. You watched his face pucker up in satisfaction, before exhaling loudly and slamming his glass down.
“Come here often?”
“That’s so cheesy.” You muttered, turning away and smiling to yourself.
“Oh, alright. You don’t like that? Sorry for wasting your time.”
You turned quickly, hand tightening in his leather jacket. “Don’t go, what if someone tries to catcall me again and you’re not around to save me?”
He didn’t have to turn around for you to know he was smiling. Jimin sat back in his chair, waving for the bar tender to bring another drink around. He gave Jimin a sour look, placing the almost empty bottle in front of him.
“You going to pay for your tab soon, Jimin?”
“Aw, don’t be like that. I always pay for my tab whenever Joonie makes it big. We got a big drug bust soon, buddy. I’m the main player this time.”
“If you die I’m telling Namjoon you owe almost 700 fucking dollars in booze.” The bartender snapped, opening the cap of the alcohol and pouring the rest of the contents in his cup. Jimin waved him off.
“What’ll he do, kill me again? Not likely, pal.”
The bartender disappeared to the other side of the joint, leaving you and Jimin alone. It sounded as if Jimin was a cop, but you weren’t so sure.
“So you’re like…a cop? Is that why that dumb ass was so scared of you?”
Jimin broke into hysterical laughter, slapping the table with the flat of his palm. You weren’t sure what was the reason he was laughing for, but for some reason you laughed along. His face was suddenly serene, totally expressionless and hardened.
“Quite the opposite, babe.”
Your heart was beating in your throat. The opposite? “You…break the law?”
“Do I?” He took another swig of his drink, downing the whole glass in one go. Staring at him for a long moment, you realized you had to get to know him better. It wasn’t because you wanted too, it was because you definitely needed to know him. You shuffled your bar stool closer to him, downing your whole drink and struggling to swallow it. Jimin snorted slightly, bumping his shoulder against yours.
“Long night, sweet heart?”
Just the way he said sweet heart sent shivers down your spine. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d said it, no way. He probably called every female he met sweet heart, so you tried not to let it affect you too much.
“Mm, something like that…” You contemplated telling a complete stranger about your cliche blind date with the most boring man on Earth, but decided it would make you sound like the most stuck up bitch in the universe. Laughing, Jimin looked up at you under his lashes.
“Let me guess…he’s tall, good looking, but the most boring sack of shit you’ve ever seen in your life? Doesn’t know how to have a good party? Takes everything too seriously?”
Your eyes met his in a daze, and you seriously thought he could read your mind. He’d guessed everything after a simple glance. No way, no way.
“How did you know?”
“Sniper’s intuition.” He grinned back, looking towards the dimly lit bar in front of the two of you. Only a few people stood around, playing pool. Others danced hazily to the background music that was deeply fading because of how loud the voices were.
“Is that even real?” You accused with a deep laugh, swiping your tongue against your bottom lip. Now you could definitely understand why the word sweet heart sounded like an everyday name to him. You flicked hair out of your face, flashing him a grin.
“No, I just made it up to hear your laugh. It’s exactly how I thought it would sound.”
“Oh, and how’s that?” You challenged, with a hint of determination flitting your tongue. Just the way his eyes darkened, you knew you were in for a ride.
“You should ask for people’s names before getting straight to the hand holding, you know.” You teased him, lazily dropping your chin into your hand. He mimicked you, playing with a strand of your hair nonchalantly.
“It’s a pleasure, but if I tell you my name I’ll have to kill you after.”
“Didn’t I hear that man over there say it? What was it, Jiman? Jimin?” You feigned innocence, pretending to pronounce his name wrong. All it did was make him smile brighter.
“Nice try, sweet heart. Don’t pretend you didn’t remember my name right when he spoke it. Will you tell me you’re name?”
You did. You told him your name, and he raised a brow.
“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”
“Oh, stop. The cliche’s are getting a little out of hand now.” You had to admit, it was a charm you were beginning to fall for.
“You’d be wishing I was only full of cliche’s after figure out my actual occupation.” He turned away from you, hopping off of his seat. For a moment your heart left your chest, and you were afraid he was going to leave, but he didn’t. He turned your stool around to face him, before spreading both of your legs and stepping between them. For some reason you didn’t stop him once both warm hands were placed on your knee caps. Jimin leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling the lobe.
“What do you do?” You breathed, placing a hand firmly on his chest. Even through the simple t-shirt, you could feel the tight pecs.
“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?” He murmured back, and for a moment it felt as if his lips grazed just beside your ear, but you couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or totally not. In frustration, you decided it was purely an accident he wouldn’t admit too. Jimin pulled away, backing up slightly. This time, you could tell he had the intention of leaving.
“Wait!” You called after him. He paused, a sly smirk resting on his beautiful lips.
“I want to see you again.” You hoped he would give you his number, or perhaps promise to meet you again soon in a different setting, a nicer, less sexual time where both of you weren’t slightly buzzed and teasing.
“You don’t,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes. You came toward him once more, walking with him as he moved backwards. You held onto both of his shoulders to swerve around drunk people swaying to crusty music.
“Don’t tell me what I want,” you shot back, and he pushed you against the bar counter.
“You don’t know anything about me, and you don’t want too, trust me. I’m not the kind of guy ready to hand out numbers no matter how killer a girls rack is. Your rack is pretty killer, if I do say so myself. Still, getting involved with me is dangerous.”
Dangerous…The word flew through your mind in hundreds of different ways. He was definitely not the kind of guy your mom would approve of, no way. He was exactly what you were looking for.
“Come on, Jimin.” You purred, trying to keep from hyperventilating at the utter nearness. He watched you with curiosity as you placed a hand on his chin, cupping it. “Am I really not that interesting to you? Do you seriously never want to see me again?”
You were trying too hard, you knew. There was no denying cold hard facts. Jimin’s face grew the all to familiar grin, even after barely knowing him over an hour. He shyly looked into your eyes, placing his large fingers around your wrist to get your hand off of his chin. Once finished with that, his hand cupped your chin, except much harder than you ever anticipated.
“I kill people,” he murmured delicately, biting his bottom lip. A shrill of panic ran through you, and Jimin seemed to note it by the way his eyes flickered. The expression on his face told you for some reason he was sad, and you ignored the jarring pain aching along your jaw.
Your fingers tangled in his shirt, and you stared at him as seriously as you could with squished fish lips.
“I trust that you won’t kill me.” You answered firmly, waiting for Jimin’s reply. His eyes watched your intently for a moment, before he dropped his hand and backed away. Jimin began to laugh, holding both hands up in defeat. The laugh was obviously forced, but you could also tell he sounded relieved.
“You’re quite the interesting girl, huh?” He pulled his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. You put your number in quickly, writing your name into the top. After pressing enter, you pulled free your phone, but Jimin was walking away.
“Jimin!” You called again. Without turning around, he waved.
“I’ll call you when I need too. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”
It had been weeks since your encounter with Jimin, and not once had he even texted you. It was a shame, especially since you were hoping with all your might he’d gained a speck of interest in you. Still, you had to move on with your life.
It was 3 AM when your eyes snapped open from the loud ringing of your phone. Nothing more than irritation rattled at your bones, causing you to lean over to your night stand and grab for it. Your eyes burned at the sudden brightness your phone directed quite rudely into your face. The number read unknown, and you, for some reason, still answered.
“Mm, hello?” Your groggy, hoarse voice mumbled into the phone. A throaty chuckle alarmed you, sending you shooting up into a sitting position.
“Sleeping already?” Jimin’s voice shot through the receiving side of the phone, and you didn’t feel any sort of happiness.
“First of all, it’s 3 AM and what the fuck?” You snapped, turning on the nearest lamp. You made a mental note to save the number into your phone, despite overflowing in anger.
“Miss me? Are you at home?”
“Obviously, where else do I sleep? No, where else do you sleep?”
“Confidential, sorry.” You could tell he was grinning, but you didn’t care.
“You haven’t called me for weeks, you asshole. You could’ve at least called at a reasonable hour, I have work tomorrow!” You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing the red button and hanging up. Settling back into bed, you shove your blankets over your head in frustration. There was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep after being awoken by that jerk. He definitely had no interest in you, so there was no point wasting your time with him.
Your phone rang again, and once spotting it was still the unknown number, you didn’t answer it. Although your finger was hesitating on the button…you could just answer and tell him off again…
No! You picked up your phone and turned it off altogether. Jimin could sweat it out. He had no idea how to properly treat a love interest, so you wouldn’t treat him well, either.
You left your dim room and went to the kitchen, angrily flicking on the electric tea kettle. Water began to boil up quickly, and you couldn’t get the image of Jimin grinning at you to leave your mind. Leaving your completely boiled water, you went back to your bed and turned your phone on once more. Right as you did that, you noticed you had another incoming call from Jimin.
Answering, you held the phone to your ear once more. “Stop calling, it’s obvious you’re not interested in anything besides my boobs!” You snapped, about to hang up, but Jimin’s voice forced you to stop yourself.
“Hold on, wait!” He shouted into the phone. “What’s your address, I’ll make it up to you.”
Instinctively, you looked down at yourself. The clothes you bore were simply a pale blue pair of pajama bottom’s, and a white tank top stained with coffee. You were not at all prepared for someone like him to come over and see the mess that was you.
“I’m not telling you my address.”
“I have a friend who knows how to track, sweet heart.” Jimin chuckled into the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”
“Jimin!” You groaned, but he’d already hung up. Your apartment was cleaned enough, but you were a mess. You went to your room, flinging off your pajama’s and putting on something a little more appropriate for him. Although it was still definitely not your best idea of a first date look, you weren’t willing to put anything besides a sweater and some leggings on.
A wrap on your door brought you back to your senses, and you went over to answer it. The look Jimin shot you made you believe he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the way you looked.
“Cute,” he commented sweetly. You balled your hand up into a fist, until realizing he was covered in red splotches.
“Oh my god, Jimin.” You gasped. “You’re covered in blood!”
“Yeah,” he chuckled innocently. “Most of it’s not mine. I had to do some dirty work for Joonie today. I seriously thought I was about to die. When I didn’t, I called you. For some reason after that, I wanted to…hear your voice…I guess?”
You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, taking in the smell of stale blood wafting from him. How could Jimin come here looking like that? His expression dropped to his clothes, before looking up at you with an expression of disdain.
“I told you,” he murmured quietly. “I already told you what I do for work…”
“How could you come here looking like that?” You accused, holding out a hand when he attempted to near you. You noticed the way one of his jacket pocket’s weighed down more than the other. Possibly a gun?
“I told you, I only thought of you after thinking I was going to die! I didn’t just want to end where we left off like that.”
You were quiet for a moment, startled at the way he seemed to be speaking entirely different. You had told him you trusted him, but it wasn’t about that. Seeing him like this, a bloody, bruised mess, made you scared. The way he spoke of thinking he was going to die scared you even more. You neared him, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.
“Take off your shirt…I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Come on.”
“I thought you were scared.” He was pouting, looking like a little kid. You brushed hair away from his forehead, finding a cut on him that was one of the main sources of blood all over his face.
“Not scared, utterly disgusted. I’m not someone who needs to be killed by what…the fucking mafia? I don’t do drugs, or murder people.”
His voice grew quiet, and Jimin took hold of both of your wrists. “That’s why I didn’t want to get involved with you.”
“Because I’m too innocent for you?” You shot back, sitting him down in your dining room. He looked up at you, and shook his head.
“You’re too good, I mean. A good girl, with a pretty nice apartment. You’ve got an easy going life that would just be weighed down by me if anyone found out we were together.”
“That’s not really for you to decide, is it?” You murmured, a slight smile forming against your lips. His eyes flashed darkly towards yours.
“Be right back,” you motioned for him to wait, before disappearing into the bathroom. You dampened a wash cloth to get rid of any blood, before grabbing your first aid kit and bringing it out. Upon return, you noticed Jimin’s discarded bloody shirt on your table, and him pouring the now boiled water into two cups with teabags in them. His back profile was covered in bruises, and plenty of scars. He turned around after placing the electric kettle down, and could barely look you in the eye. That definitely was not the Jimin you had met all those weeks ago.
“We got a new kid the other week, so I’ve been busy. He’s got to learn the basics somehow, we’re just trying to figure out what his specialty is. Seems like he’s good at it all.” He shrugged, slumping over in the chair and staring at your feet.
“You work for a company of…assassins?”
“Mm, no. A gang. BTS.”
“Never heard of them,” you deadpanned, causing him to laugh.
“It’s because you’re a good girl.”
You picked up his face with both hands, forcing him to watch as you patched him up. “Keep your head up, would you? God, if you went over to an actual good girl’s house she would’ve called the cops on your ass by now.”
“I know, which is why I’m waiting for them to show up.” He responded in a serious voice, making you pinch his cheek.
“I didn’t call the cops. You think I can’t handle myself?” You snort, beginning to wipe blood from the places that weren’t injured. His eyes closed, and he leaned into the warmth.
“It’s not that…I just definitely thought you’d call the cops to get me to leave you alone. I was afraid you would tell me you never wanted to see me again.”
“You, afraid?” You laughed over exaggeratedly, gaining a glare from him. It wasn’t long before he was smiling, too, until you ended up pressing your thumb against the cut on his forehead.
“Oh, sorry, sorry! Who did this to you? Wait, let me guess, confidential?”
“The new kid. He didn’t know when to stop, and some of the other guys had to haul his ass off me before he finally understood I was about to get killed. That kid’s a fucking machine.”
“Are you sure you’re not just old?” You grinned, and he shook his head.
“No way in hell. I’m 20.”
“No way,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. His eyes shot open, before he grinned.
“How old are you?”
“22…” You breathed, earning a laugh from him. You could’ve sworn he was at least 25, but in truth he was younger than you.
“No big deal, right? It’s only 2 years, noona.”
“If you call me that I’ll cut your face off.” You warned, cupping his chin so tightly you were sure his jaw would snap off. Jimin held up both hands in defeat, flinching in pain. You let go of him after spotting the cut on his neck.
“God, don’t ever look at that kid again…” You groaned, wiping the rest of the blood away from his chest. Jimin’s hands held your hips to keep himself steady, and his face twisted in pain after you began patting a cotton swab with disinfectant against his forehead.
“Can I come here whenever I need Hello Kitty band-aids all over me?”
“If you come here again without getting my consent I’ll kick you out the window.” You didn’t mean it, you really seemed to be enjoying Jimin’s company. Despite being vaguely aware he’s in a gang, you still wanted to be the one to see him at his worst, so you could clean him up and bring him back to looking pretty.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he winked, hands tightening when you went to his neck to disinfect it.
“Stop moving,” you ordered every time he flinched. “You’re weak as hell.”
“Weak as hell? I’ll have you know I’m one of the deadliest shot’s out of every gang I’ve ever encountered.”
“Oh, congratulations,” you slapped a hand on his back, earning a groan. “You can shoot a gun at a far away distance, really, congratulations!”
“You’re going to regret that,” he growled, standing up. For a moment, he placed a hand against his head and blinked his eyes heavily. Jimin teetered to the left, and then backwards.
“Jimin-” You gasped, wrapping your arms around him. The both of you hit the ground with a thud, and Jimin groaned. Both of your hands were being crushed by his weight and yours together, but you had to make sure he was alright first.
“Jimin, Jimin get up. Jimin, please… I’ll have to call an ambu-”
“Do not!” He snapped, sitting up. Jimin unlatched both hands from around him, and you acted as though nothing was wrong. In reality, both of your hands burned and ached, and you couldn’t move your baby finger without wanting to cry. You shook them out in front of you, but nothing happened besides more pain.
“I’ll go to jail if I go to the hospital, so don’t ever call any sort of that shit, even if I’m this fucking close to dying.”
You sighed, shakily getting up to your feet and holding out a hand. He took it, slowly getting up and crumbling back into the chair.
“Jimin…” You ignored the pain in your hands, placing one against his cheek. “Take a fucking chill pill. I have Advil, but I doubt that’ll get rid of anything besides a headache and maybe dizziness. Want some?”
“Mm,” he responded in a sheepish voice, and you collected the warm tea and two pills. Jimin downed them dry, only leisurely taking a swig of tea minutes later. You finished patching him up, helping him into a standing position and bringing him to your sofa. After Jimin laid himself down in it, you knelt onto the floor beside him.
“Stay here tonight, okay? I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, and - what?” He was giving you a look that read he was displeased with something, but you honestly couldn’t tell at all. Jimin shook his head quickly.
“I’m just embarrassed you have to see me like this. Shit, there goes my tough guy facade.”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to blink heavier in tiredness. “I like being able to see this part of you, even though it’s morbid… I want to see all the sides of you. Will you let me?”
“Only if you sleep here with me.” His eyes closed, and all you felt was him pulling you against his body. Jimin allowed you to lay your head down on his arm, as you both peacefully drifted off into a deep sleep.
A/N: Not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but it’s alright. If y’all don’t hate it too much I have an idea for part 5, I literally have no idea how this ended up so long it started out as two parts.
Summary: Meeting the friends for the first time is always nerve wracking, even for a hardened gang member.
Word Count: 3,419
Warnings: Knives, swearing, gang mentions and I think that’s it.
For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence, discrimination, misogyny, and other forms of oppression. Anger is unacceptable because angry women are women in touch with their passion and power, especially in relation to men, which threatens the entire patriarchal order. It’s unacceptable because it forces men to confront the reality of male privilege and women’s oppression and their involvement in it, even if only as passive beneficiaries. Women’s anger challenges men to acknowledge attempts to trivialize oppression with “I was only kidding.” And women’s anger is unacceptable to men who look to women to take care of them, to prop up their need to feel in control, and to support them in their competition with other men. When women are less than gracious and good-humored about their own oppression, men often feel uncomfortable, embarrassed, at a loss, and therefore vulnerable.
When I first got started in this fandom and first became a member of @innerinnercircle, I was known among the Morana Witches (our network) as Mama Sarah. I got this name because I tried (and sometimes failed) to reign in overenthusiastic smols and drama-thirsty people my own age. It was a joke and an endearing nickname, but it’s always been kind of accurate to how I’ve run my blog and interacted with the fandom. Mama Sarah hasn’t been around much the past few months, because for the most part, she wasn’t needed. But now? I need to bring her out again.
I am absolutely appalled by the behavior of this fandom since the release of ACOWAR. Never have I imagined seeing such vitriol coming out, but here it is. People are literally being bullied off the site because of personal attacks, nastiness, and anon hate. This is NOT how this fandom used to be, and I’m incredibly disappointed. I remember the days last summer when we were proud of ourselves for being “better than the ToG fandom” which had years of ship wars and drama built up (this isn’t a dig against them, just a comparison of the level of wank, as Harry calls it, at the time). Everyone just let one another be, let them enjoy their own ships, and meta about characters. Now, I honestly think we’re worse than the ToG fandom ever was.
WE NEED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS.
People are allowed to like or not like the book, and they are allowed to share their own opinion on their own blog. If you don’t like what you’re seeing from someone, unfollow or blacklist them! It’s okay! That’s how this website is made to work! DO NOT send them messages criticizing how they run their blog or, for heaven’s sake, calling them two-faced or making attacks against their personalities! I cannot believe what I’ve been witnessing over the past two weeks. I’m frankly ashamed by some of this behavior.
Does anyone really feel good about themselves sending such nasty messages to people anonymously? Does it really make you feel better about whatever you’re upset about? This is grade school behavior, guys. There is a BIG difference between constructive criticism or calling someone out for a mistake and calling them a piece of shit or making insinuations about their personal lives. The latter is just entirely unacceptable.
My follower count is only just beginning to recover from the blow it took before and during ACOWAR, and I really hate to have to make a post like this two days before my big announcement. But honestly, if you think that sending anonymous hate to people, intentionally stirring up drama, or bullying people is okay, then UNFOLLOW ME. That is not the kind of blog I run, and I will not be associated with people who think it’s remotely acceptable. We are all real people behind these blogs, and we should all be treating each other with respect and compassion. I’ve never told people to unfollow me before, but in this case, I pick standing up for what’s right over my follower count.
I’m probably going to get messages accusing me of preaching, being a snob, or whatever, and that’s fine. I accept those consequences. But standing up for people who have been bullied is more important than that. I’m complicit if I stay silent.
Also, if anyone has been bullied, know that my blog is a safe place for you to come and find comfort and understanding. It always has been and always will be.
I’ve loved being a part of this fandom, but I need to put my foot down about this. I know I don’t have the power to control anyone, but I had to say something. Enough is enough.
I love my kind, sweet followers and those who engage in discussion civilly and with compassion. I love my followers who stand up for what they believe in. But I do not in any way support bullying or vicious behavior. It needs to stop.
It’s very interesting to me how Black People are so protective of the Black Man’s image, but when a Black Male bashes black women, they come with “not all Black Men” when Black Women point out the anti-black woman slander BY WAAAAY TOO Many Black Men that permeates Youtube and social media.
Many Black Men say “Well, I’m not like that” yet there are no petitions to get the likes of Uncle Tommy and “brothas” like him off of Youtube and when there are petitions there’s not that many signatures. There is also little to no outrage. We know if that Black Women were on Youtube calling Black Men apes, gorillas, and other dehumanizing names in front of the entire world then her ass would be dragged up and down and all around youtube and social media. There would most definitely be a petition with thousands and thousands of signatures to get her (or they) off of Youtube (and social media)…forever.
If Black People REALLY cared about the Black Man’s image, then they would see how all of this Black Woman bashing IS NOT A GOOD LOOK for the GLOBAL Black Male Collective. Black People would have had launched heavy, massive campaigns when these males first appeared a decade ago on Youtube (and Social Media) to stopped the anti-black woman bashing right then and there. The fucking Bat Signal would’ve went out that this behavior is TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE and UNACCEPTABLE and makes the ENTIRE Black Race and Black Male Collective look very bad. If Black People would’ve taken these steps from jump this shit would’ve been shut all the way down and not be waaay out of control as it is now.
Since Black People’s definition of patriarchy is Black Men abusing Black Women, this fuckery is allowed to flourish. If Black People knew what the fuck a real patriarchy entails then Black People would understand that a group of men trashing and demeaning the image of their women in front of the entire world WILL NOT win Black Men a seat at the World Table of Patriarchs because real patriarchs as Khadija says, “Provide, Protect, Produce, and Problem-Solve” not trash their women NO MATTER how many issues (and how severe the issues) are between them and their women.
As much as Black People stay “protecting” Black Man’s image, while these men are allowed to degrade and demean the Black Woman’s image in front of the entire world, there is NO WAY IN HELL that Black Men’s image is being looked upon favorably. Because while the Black Man is allowed to be portrayed in his original image (and while non-blacks will laugh, join in, and agree with the anti-bw vitriol), any person that is aware (which is pretty much everybody by now) of the vicious anti-black woman vitriol on Youtube and social media BY Black Men, Black Men WILL NOT BE SEEN AS REAL MEN AND NON-DESERVING OF THE TITLE OF PATRIARCH or a seat at the global Patriarchal table.
So No Black People DO NOT care about the Black Man’s image because if they did they would not allow the anti-black woman platforms to continue to flourish while educating Black Men and boys what it is to truly be a patriarch and win a seat at the table of patriarchs.-Fighting Misogynoir
When Wally doesn’t show up at the cave one day for training, Dick immediately knows something happened to his best friend. The League is called in to help once they do find him. As well as the entire speedster family. (Mature.)
“No, the math is perfect,” he says. “But I need to rebuild Bart’s time machine.” Wally vanishes. Dick finds this entirely unacceptable. Fix-it fic for Endgame, and basically the fact that we’ve been robbed of a Wally-comes-back arc in a season that will never be made. (Explicit.)
Timetraveling feels like a kitten nibbling at your skin. First, it starts with your belly button. The sensation travels circularly until it engulfs your entire stomach, and you feel a faint taste of a Snicker’s bar in the back of your mouth even though you haven’t had one. You chew on your teeth like peanuts and it feels like you’re breathing in Jell-O. Then—you watch your body disappear and feel it reappear on the surface of another ground before standing in a new atmosphere with bare freckled hands that cover your ‘nads. (Mature.)
A first date with Zatanna just around the corner, Robin confesses to Wally that he’s never kissed anyone before, and asks for some pointers. It’s like they say, actions speak louder than words, and kisses teach better than mere pointers… (Teen.)
mostly adhd/ocd combo bc i see a lot of that in him
very restless, bounces his leg while sitting. doesn’t like getting stuck in one place for long
he wakes up very early for a strict morning routine and gets stressed if he misses any part of it
hums and whistles and makes noises to himself when hes alone
has trouble with his own volume and interrupts others without realizing. If cut off before finishing his thought, he can’t stop thinking about that thought for the rest of the day
self punishing intrusive thoughts, especially about his father and neji.
clenches his jaw a lot & grinds his teeth in his sleep. at restaurants, he absently balls up napkins / tissues in his fists
always picks his rep counts based on his Good numbers. gets especially upset if he fails on a Bad number
starts projects hes initially very passionate about (like making exercise tapes and books, finding the perfect jumpsuit, crafting a new curry recipe, etc) but gets distracted and rushes onto something else
it’s hard for him focus for entire movies, but he still needs to know what happens!! he prefers shorter things like tv shows dramas, cartoons, etc
his place is pretty tidy, but while filling out mission report he notices a small stain on the kitchen floor. Unacceptable!!!!!! he cleans the entire apartment top to bottom, finishing in the middle of the night
kakashi gave him a goofy stress ball (that he just “found around”) and gai loves it, the squeeze action is perfect. he has more hand grippers now, but he still keeps that one in his pouch
A women and her son comes into (large retail store) were I work at and immediately asks me were the clearance section is, when I point her to it her mutters a barely audible thanks.
After about 20 minutes pass they come up to my register with a pile of items ranging from food to clothes, I scan the food first and when I reach for the clothes she stops me and the following conversation takes place Cust: " How much of a discount can you give me?" Me: " Mam this is a clearance item therefore unfortunately I can not give you a discount as it has already been knocked down almost %80 of its original price" Cust: "That's absurd I come in everyday ( I have never seen her in my life) and spend hundreds each time. I deserve a further discount" Me: " Mam because I am not the manager I can't even give you the discount you want, however I will call over a manager to tell the the exact same thing."
Manager comes over annoyed aready and makes the lady shut up and buy the items for the real price, at the end she says this charm
“I’m never coming here again, this is unacceptable!!”
The kid who has been silent this entire time says this
“Mom they are a huge company, I don’t think they will care if one customer doesn’t shop here again.”
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if in your efforts to normalize homosexuality and queer relationships you end up harassing those who identify as bi and pan and calling them homophobic when they ship het ships in addition to gay ships….you’re probably fucking up. Especially if you aren’t even LBGTQ+ and you claim to be an “ally” but you really just enjoy gatekeeping and fetishizing gay relationships. I’m kind of appalled at this.
There are gay and lesbian tumblr users in the overwatch fandom who multiship where some of those ships happen to be het that are getting death threats like??? are you kidding. There are people in the gay community that ship gency, that ship meihem and anahardt and lucihana and symmrat alongside mchanzo and reaper76 and widowtracer and zaryamei and pharmercy and roadrat. Now they’re traitors to the gay community and deserve hate? wtf?
I loved when Tracer was confirmed in a lesbian relationship like the whole website was celebrating and it was amazing! And the crybaby dudes who wanted to continue to fetishize her and fantasize about her went to their corner raging all the way and we kept up the support and happiness on our end because fuck them. Blizzard is legit making an effort and they’re listening to us as fans. Why are people threatening the creators lives? What the fuck. Whatttt the fuck. You can be dissatisfied but it is NEVER OKAY to tell someone to kill themselves whose legit done nothing to you. A creator of OW ships gency and ya’ll want him to die? Really tho? That’s the person you are?
There are polyamorous overwatch fans being called out because not everyone in their polyam relationship otp is the same gender or sex. There are bi and pan tumblr users that ship both ends of the spectrum as well, WHY are they being bullied so terribly and lumped in with straight people or seen as enemies? That’s TERFy as fuck. And for what? You can’t just be like “Overwatch belongs to gay men and lesbian women only” in an effort to stop erasure and heteronormativity when you’re excluding like everyone the fuck else in the queer community.
There ARE toxic people who are homophobic and sexist and fatphobic in this fandom and to find them and call them out is necessary, but some of ya’ll are missing the mark entirely. The biphobia is unacceptable. My cishet ass can take the backlash for shipping my het ships alongside my gay ones because I get it, I get that frustration and I know representation matters and you have a right to demand it. I mean I still don’t think it’s right to attack straights that ship het pairs for simply doing so, but I’m not really going to get into it because het relationships get so much priority anyway so it would be wrong and selfish for me to sit here as a straight person defending straight people who ship straight pairings as if we don’t get representation and validation literally everywhere else. It doesn’t bother me that much. I’ll let ya’ll emote because as a black woman I can relate to where you’re coming from. I’ve been there. When it feels like there’s nothing for you and you have to fight just to have a space that yours and caters to you and validates you. Just know that you have NO idea where people are mentally and whatever comes from your words and harassment is something you’ll have to live with. I’m talking about unprovoked harassment and people putting triggering shit in the ship tags and asking people to die. I’m just parroting what other members of the fandom that ARE LBGTQ+ are dealing with and feeling because it can’t be said enough. And for that to come from the people that are supposed to be down for them? Not cool.
You can be upset with Blizzard if you don’t feel like they are doing enough to satisfy you as a consumer. That’s fine. Honestly, you’d be completely justified in calling it erasure if someone ships a character that is gay in canon (like Tracer) in a het ship. Be petty and competitive in the ship tags, whatever helps you live. Just STOP the harassment. Stop targeting specific tumblr users or twitter accounts and telling them to kill themselves over a fucking ship. This is like someone being ace/aro and calling anyone who ships a romantic ship or depicts two characters having sex arophobic or acephobic. Don’t be ridiculous.
KBTBB Request - How the bidders react when MC breaks her foot head-canon
So I received a request from the lovely @dreamysushi for a head canon where the bidders take care of MC when she breaks her foot.
It’s been a good 3 months at least since I last posted a head-canon. This has honestly been down to a lot of things going on at once. A relative of mine was seriously ill and is struggling in their recovery, so I’ve been having to assist where I can in dealing with medical professionals regarding their condition. I also posted recently about the shock of losing my youngest cat Kero at only 2 and half years old.
I have still been writing all this time, I’ve just not been able to write an awful lot. Hence the lack of updates. I am going to try my best to update more frequently from now on, so hopefully this will be the last time I have to address this sort of thing with regards to any delays!
Here we go!
Baba - Baba had been away gathering new artworks for the latest IVC when news reached him that you had been involved in an accident at Tres Spades. If the fact that you had broken your foot wasn’t bad enough; Baba had been furious to discover that he was only being informed several days after the fact. Abandoning his work; Baba was on the next flight back to Tokyo, with numerous thoughts as to how he was going to make the other Bidders suffer upon his return. Baba was an easy-going man, he was rare to anger. But this was entirely unacceptable. Arriving early the following morning; Tres Spades was still in a light slumber, with only a few guests making their departure as Baba walked briskly through the lounge. After a member of staff at the front desk nodded to the thief, he went into the elevator and headed straight for the penthouse floor, where he discovered Soryu and Eisuke were already awake and discussing the next IVC. ‘You owe me ten thousand,’ Soryu commented dryly to Eisuke as he saw Baba walk into the room, though the thief could only feel thankful you were not there. Neither could recall a time they had ever seen Baba so infuriated, though he seemed to calm a little at the knowledge that you had been well tended to in his absence. ‘The woman didn’t want to disturb you when you were away on business,’ Soryu remarked, trying to placate Baba as best he could. ‘I have only ever made one request when I go to retrieve pieces of art for the IVC and that is that you keep her safe,’ Baba responded, his voice tense as he regarded the two with evident irritation. ‘Baba?’ In that moment however, everything changed as Baba turned to see you in the doorway to the Penthouse Lounge, hobbling on crutches as you came into the room. ‘Good morning pretty lady,’ he smiled, his eyes radiating concern as he removed his fedora. ‘I was just about to come and join you. It’s still early…’ ‘But you weren’t supposed to be home for another week…’ 'How could I possibly stay away when my Princess is wounded?’ Baba responded, his words heartfelt as you smiled up at him. Though you soon caught sight of Eisuke and Soryu. ‘Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt-’ ‘Not at all, make yourself comfortable,’ Soryu replied, sounding more friendly than you had ever recalled in the time that you had known him. ‘I was actually just going to try and rest a little more,’ you responded, offering Baba a warm smile when he strode up and swept you off your feet, leaving your crutches to fall to the floor. ‘Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t tend to my lady when she is in distress?’ Baba remarked, his expression warm as he kissed your forehead softly. ‘Boss, if you’d just bring her crutches,’ he added, glancing back with a dangerous air to his tone that Eisuke did not argue with. Walking down the corridor, Mamoru had just appeared when, upon seeing Baba, he turned straight back for his room. ‘Mamoru? Are you okay?’ you asked in concern. ‘Ain’t enough sleep in the world is gonna make me ready for that conversation,’ he responded dryly, going back into his room as Baba ignored the detective and took you back to the suite you shared. 'Mr. Ichinomiya told you I’d fallen?’ 'Yes…’ 'I’m sorry…I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t intend to make you mad at the others. I just thought…’ 'Don’t be silly beautiful lady,’ Baba assured you, kissing your forehead softly. 'I’d have been mad with them anyway. Your safety is of paramount importance to me,’ he remarked, trailing a slightly shaky hand through your hair as you realised just how much he must have fretted. Leaning your face into his hand, you pressed a soft kiss against his wrist as he regarded you with surprise. 'I missed you…so much.’ 'I missed you more pretty lady,’ he responded, his voice warm as he leant in to kiss you. 'I couldn’t wait to wrap you in my arms,’ he admitted, a slight blush touching his cheeks as you pushed yourself into his lap. Over the next few weeks, Baba had been nothing but attentive to you. He carried you like a princess from room to room as he prepared you favourite meals and gave you every moment of his day. While at first you had been sure that the other bidders would tease you, they had been kinder than you had expected. Though when you mentioned it to Baba something about his smile made you think he’d had some part in it… 'You shouldn’t be so mean to them…they were very kind while you were away,’ you remarked, chiding him lightly as he offered you a dazzling smile. 'I have to punish them for not taking care of my greatest treasure. You are the one thing that is irreplaceable to me and I will always protect you.’ Looking up from your place in his lap as you talked, you kissed him softly on the cheek, taking him by surprise and throwing off his whole plan as the other bidders walked in. 'Be nice,’ you murmured with a slight giggle into his ear. Broken foot or not, he was going to punish you later for that. In the most loving way possible.
Soryu - When Inui had gone in to Soryu’s office after Eisuke was unable to reach him, Soryu had initially been annoyed by the interruption, until Inui hurriedly explained that it concerned you. For you, Soryu would make any and every exception. When he had been told that you had an accident at work; his face had completely drained of all colour. Insisting that Inui divert all of his calls, Soryu headed straight for Tres Spades. ‘Soryu.’ Finding Eisuke awaiting him in the lobby, Soryu ran to his old friend, demanding to know what had happened. ‘Luke’s tending to her now,’ Eisuke explained as they headed towards the penthouse level. ‘She was attempting to reach a fixture that appeared to be damaged when her foot caught in the ladder.’ ‘Don’t you have maintenance for that? How could you let her do something so dangerous?!’ Soryu snapped, his tone irate as Eisuke regarded his best friend calmly. ‘Believe me, I have taken every step to ensure those involved have been sufficiently disciplined for their actions.’ Feeling the intensity of the mobster’s gaze, Eisuke promptly directed Soryu in your direction as a whimper of pain emitted from the room. Bursting in through the door, Soryu found you, clutching to the sides of your chair with a pained expression, though at seeing your boyfriend, a smile of relief touched your lips. 'Sor…’ 'I’m here,’ Soryu remarked, his voice softening instantly as he took your outstretched hand and squeezed it lightly. 'I’m sorry…you were so busy today. I told Mr. Ichinomiya-’ 'You are my priority,’ Soryu interrupted, lacing his fingers through your hair when you winced again in pain. 'What the hell are you doing to her?’ Soryu growled, reaching for his weapon as Luke glanced up, entirely unfazed by Soryu’s threatening tone. 'I have to try and determine the severity of the break in order to know how to proceed,’ he stated. 'Seems like a crime in itself for sexy bones to have a broken bone…’ He continued, mumbling to himself as Soryu resisted the urge to react to Luke’s comments. 'It’s broken?’ ‘Without a doubt. I’m afraid you’ll be off your feet for the next six to eight weeks.’ 'Weeks?’ you breathed, your voice stunned. 'There’s nothing I can do to speed up the healing process. The bones are still aligned. That’s what matters right now.’ Binding your wound and putting on a splint for support, Luke gave you some pain medication and crutches. 'Make sure you rest. Keep your foot elevated where possible for the first few days and under no circumstance should you put weight on that foot. Use your crutches. If you don’t, it will delay the healing process and potentially cause further damage if you try to walk on it prematurely.’ 'Thank you Luke…I’m sorry to have troubled you.’ 'Not at all,’ Luke responded dismissively, nodding to Soryu as he packed away his equipment and left you both alone. Seeing the news settle in, your expression clouded over as Soryu watched your eyes glaze with tears. Pulling you in close, you were surprised by his sudden embrace as you breathed in his familiar, comforting scent. 'You’re safe…that’s all that matters. Let’s go home,’ he breathed softly, holding you for a moment longer before lifting you into his arms. 'But you have meetings all day,’ you responded, looking concerned as Soryu pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'You are far more important to me than anything else. The meetings can wait.’ Feeling a warmth in your heart, you couldn’t help but become emotional as you buried yourself in your boyfriends chest. 'Thank you…’ Taking you back to his condo where he didn’t have to contend with the other bidders, Soryu settled you onto the bed, heeding Luke’s advice and encouraging you to rest awhile. After ensuring you were comfortable, Soryu assured you he’d be right back as he went to make a call. Dealing with any matters Inui had for him, Soryu gave his orders and made arrangements to take the next week off to help you settle into your recovery. When it had transpired that Erika had forced you to undertake the maintenance task which led to your broken foot, Soryu had been initially livid. He knew of course why you wouldn’t have told Soryu or even Eisuke about it. But it was not something that either of them would let slide. If it hadn’t been for Eisuke’s assurance that Erika had been fired with the threat of legal action over your injuries, Soryu would have headed straight back to Tres Spades. But just knowing that you needed him was enough to calm the mobster and remind him of his priorities. Over the next few days, Soryu took it upon himself to ensure you were well taken care of. He helped you between rooms, cooked for you and stayed in your company. Even if you were both silently engrossed in a book, you appreciated Soryu’s presence all the same. In that time, Soryu on the other hand, had been reminded of how much you did for him. You were always so thoughtful and kind in the way that you cared for your boyfriend, but now, he was even more aware of all that you did for him. Once you had started to be able to move around more easily on your crutches, you had wanted to get out of the house more. So, after some persuasion, Soryu agreed to take you to the Ice Dragons office. While Soryu fretted you might overexert yourself, he soon came to realise just how much brighter you made his working day. If you weren’t with him in his office, just hearing you talk and laugh with his subordinates was enough to make him smile. Everyone took to you so easily and they had come to see you as family. They’d have protected you even without Soryu’s orders. It was just your nature. As you came into his office that afternoon, you had a bag on the handgrip of one of your crutches as you made your way to his desk. 'Hey, are you busy? Or can you take a break?’ 'For you, I can always make time,’ he smiled, setting down his pen as you placed the bag on his desk. 'I asked Inui to take me to a new bakery I’d heard about, I wanted to get you something,’ you remarked, watching him open the box and reveal a beautiful array of cakes and pastries. Standing up and walking around the desk, Soryu closed the distance between you as he captured your lips with his in a passionate kiss that left you weak in his arms. 'You’re perfect…don’t ever believe any different,’ he murmured softly in your ear, holding you close as you submitted to his sweet embrace.
Ota - Ota had been assessing some of Baba’s artworks for the latest IVC’s on a Thursday afternoon. The main showroom was abuzz with people setting up the stage and lighting for the IVC’s auctions. While Ota had been forced to get up at midday, his mood was uplifted when he discovered that Eisuke had sent you down to assist with the preparations. Hearing some of the workers complain about the positioning of one of the lighting beams, Ota was oblivious to them as he gazed fondly at you, only to be interrupted by a disgruntled Eisuke. 'I wouldn’t have called her down here if she was going to distract you.’ Glancing up at hearing their discussion, you immediately blushed at Ota’s gaze as you hurried along to do something backstage. 'Can we please get back to work?’ 'Jealousy is a powerful thing. Fed up of the tactless bimbo’s are you?’ 'Just shut up and check the authenticity of these paintings,’ Eisuke stated, ending the conversation when a large snap sounded from above them. 'Look out!’ Hearing your voice, Ota’s heart leapt into his throat as he turned in time to hear your screams as you struggled beneath the weight of the beam that had trapped you in an effort to push another member of staff out of the way. 'Get this off her, now!’ Ota shouted, running to your side and dropping to his knees as he gripped your hands in his. 'Ota…’ you breathed, your tone pleading as tears streamed down your eyes. 'It’s okay, we’re going to get it off you,’ he responded, his voice desperate as he turned to see that your foot was caught beneath the weight of the beam. As two men lifted it off you, Ota quickly pulled you into his arms with Eisuke calling for Luke as he also knelt beside you. 'We’re going to get you up to the Penthouse,’ he remarked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked to Ota. 'She needs to be somewhere quiet so that Luke can tend to her.’ After hearing the commotion, Soryu and Baba appeared, offering their assistance as you were taken up to the penthouse suite that you and Ota shared. Throughout your ordeal, Ota remained unmoving, holding your hand as he remained by your side while Luke checked your injury. It had shaken him to his core hearing your screams. The only thing shutting the all too fresh memory from his mind was the occasional comment from Luke and Ota’s own assurances that it would all be okay. While you had some idea that your foot was broken, having it determined only sparked a wave of emotion as tears slipped down your cheek. Feeling Ota’s hand grip yours, you turned to him as best you could as Ota moved to wrap himself around you from behind. When Luke came to leave, he opened the door to find the other bidders hovering around just outside. 'I trust that I don’t need to repeat myself?’ Luke remarked with a slightly raised brow. 'Thank you,’ Eisuke nodded, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder before joining the other bidders. 'Jeez kid, you’re a lot tougher than I gave you credit for,’ Mamoru remarked as you wiped your eyes. 'It’s not good to see such a pretty lady cry,’ Baba sighed. 'You probably saved that guy’s life though, you’re a lot stronger than you look woman,’ Soryu added, evoking a weak smile from you as you thanked everyone for being so kind. 'I’m not going to partake in the IVC,’ Ota stated firmly, looking straight at Eisuke. 'It’s cancelled,’ Eisuke stated matter-of-factly. 'What?’ You responded in surprise, looking between the two as you noted how pale Ota was. 'I ordered safety checks to be carried out after what happened today. Until I am satisfied that nothing like this will happen again, there will be no IVC.’ 'Just focus on getting the woman better. She’s tougher than she looks,’ Soryu remarked. 'Agreed,’ Eisuke chimed in as you smiled at them appreciatively 'Thank you…’ After offering a few more words, the bidders left you alone with Ota. The moment the door was closed, you found yourself buried in Ota’s chest as he held you in a shaky embrace. 'Are you okay? Does it hurt?’ Hearing the worry in his voice, you could also sense a touch of guilt. 'Only because I had you beside me,’ you admitted truthfully. 'I was scared…but then you were there and I felt calmer. As though I’d be okay.’ 'Hearing you scream, seeing you in so much pain…it took years off my life. You’re more than my muse. You are my everything. My whole life,’ he expressed, cupping your face in his hands as you both became tearful. 'So please…don’t ever leave.’ It was so rare for Ota to truly open up and bare his feelings to you. It was clear he was shaken, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he was already moving you to the bed. 'You should rest.’ ’ Ota…’ 'I can’t let you get cold now. So let me take care of you…okay?’ Finally relenting to his wishes, you allowed Ota to help you settle into bed before he got in with you. Allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his arms, you slept that way all night long, with Ota watching over you. While you recovered, Ota took you to his studio almost every day and had you in his lap while he was sketching. Encouraging you to give him suggestions, he found his art taking a new direction as you offered your input. The results couldn’t have been any more beautiful in his mind. When you weren’t helping Ota with his art, he treated you to loving dates at home, in the comfort of your penthouse suite and assisted you as you began to regain the use of your foot. Standing before you a few weeks into your recovery, Ota held your hands in his as you began to walk, feeling somewhat unsteady, though Ota would never allow you to fall. Through it all; you both became undeniably closer, but if Ota had learnt one thing from that experience, it was to never take the ones you love for granted. He would never let you go a day without knowing just how much you mattered.
Mamoru - Being put on a kidnapping case, Mamoru had been working a lot of overtime during the last two weeks. While you were perfectly understanding of the situation; Mamoru couldn’t help but feel some guilt at neglecting you when he finally returned home, only to sleep and shower before returning to the station. While briefing several officers on the description and sketch of the suspect given by witnesses, Mamoru had initially been irked to hear his phone ringing and quickly nudged it to silent as he talked over the details with police, having recognised the ringtone as Baba’s. With the child finally found and reunited with his parents, Mamoru was hoping to push the paperwork onto someone else and take a nap. He’d deal with the perpetrator when he was brought in. Getting into his office, Mamoru grumbled at his office phone ringing. Ignoring it initially, Mamoru had barely sat down and lit another cigarette when one of the senior officers came barging in. 'What? Can’t you see I’m busy?’ 'Detective Kishi, it’s your girlfriend. She’s been in an accident.’ How could this have happened? You weren’t even working today…or were you? Spending the better part of his journey to the hospital trying to recall his last conversation with you, Mamoru felt the guilt weighing heavily in his chest as he breathed more deeply. He hadn’t touched his cigarette’s since he received the message. Running into the hospital’s main entrance, Mamoru had bolted straight for the desk when he heard another voice. 'Sakiko, where is she?’ Mamoru remarked, his voice straining as he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him. 'They took her for x-rays. We were out shopping and she got knocked into the road when we were stood at a crossing.’ 'Shit…Shit. Shit!’ Mamoru breathed, pushing a hand roughly through his hair. 'She’s gonna be okay. They said it’s mostly just scrapes and bruises, it’s her leg they were most concerned about. Her foot got caught under a tyre.’ 'Mamoru.’ Turning to see Baba and Ota approaching them, Mamoru was confused as to how they knew he was here. 'Sakiko got in touch with the hotel when you didn’t answer your work phone in case you were at the penthouse and left a message. Eisuke sent us to find out how she was doing.’ 'Maybe you should sit down, you look a little pale Mamo,’ Baba remarked, looking concerned as a doctor called for Sakiko. 'How is she?’ 'Doctor, this is Mamoru Kishi,’ Sakiko remarked, a flicker of recognition showing in the doctor’s expression as she regarded him calmly. 'Detective, your girlfriend has been asking for you…If you’d like to follow me, I can take you to her.’ 'Thank you.’ Feeling mild relief at the knowledge he could at least see you, Mamoru followed the Doctor down what felt like a maze of corridors as she explained your situation. 'We’ve determined that the break was not as severe as might have been expected with the way in which she obtained her injury. She will be off her feet for several weeks…’ 'But she’ll make a full recovery?’ 'Yes, with rest and a good support network around her. She will do just fine. Once she is able to put weight on her foot, we’ll schedule some appointments with our physio department to ensure that her recovery is managed. We’ve given her some pain relief and dressed her foot. She’s still quite shaken by what happened, so we’re just keeping her here for a little while longer to ensure she doesn’t go into shock. But given her progress, I’d say we can discharge her in the next hour.’ 'Right, thank you Doctor,’ Mamoru responded, feeling as though he was barely digesting all the information as she stood aside to allow him into the room where you were currently resting. 'Mamoru…’ you breathed, your eyes filling with tears as you sat up to greet him. 'Hey there sweetheart,’ Mamoru responded weakly, showing no desire to tease you as he enveloped you in his arms. Hearing a muffled sob, Mamoru pulled you closer as he breathed in your familiar scent. 'It’s all okay now, I’m right here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere.’ Nodding into his chest, you stayed in his arms, allowing his presence to calm you as the pain relief took effect. After a while longer, the doctor was satisfied that you were settled enough to be discharged, with Mamoru pushing you out in a wheelchair to the lobby where the others were waiting for you. 'Are you okay?’ 'Yes, I’m so sorry I ruined our day out,’ you responded, feeling the weight of guilt on your shoulders when Sakiko shook her head firmly. 'You’re my friend and you’d have done the same for me. Besides, there’s plenty of occasions that we can find to go shopping once your foot is all better,’ she smiled cheerfully, handing your bag to you after holding onto it. 'Baba, Ota…’ 'Hey pretty lady…’ 'How are you feeling?’ 'Better than I was, but I’ll be glad to get home,’ you admitted, feeling grateful to have them there as Mamoru put a hand on your shoulder. 'Come on then sweetheart, let’s get you outta this place.’ Driving you back to Tres Spades, Mamoru insisted on carrying you from the car to the elevator, where you headed straight for the penthouse floor. 'You wanna lie down baby girl?’ 'Please,’ you nodded, feeling drained as you nestled into Mamoru’s arms, with the pain in your foot numbed from the medication. Once you were tucked in comfortably, you had fallen asleep almost instantly, the late afternoon light highlighting how pale you were as Mamoru drew the curtains. 'You scared the livin’ daylights outta me today, sweetheart,’ Mamoru admitted, running a hand through his hair as he watched you sleep. 'I’m sorry…I should have been there. I should have done something. I’m a freakin’ detective and my job is to keep people safe. What the hell’s the point in it if I can’t keep you safe?’ he remarked, his tone full of self-loathing as he gently trailed a hand through your hair. ‘Truth is, I dunno what I’d do without you sweetheart. I know I can be lazy and kind of a slob. I know you deserve better. But I ain’t ever gonna let you go. I’m gonna do my damnedest to show you just how much you mean to me. I promise.’ Though you hadn’t heard his confession, Mamoru vowed one day to tell you those very words face to face. When you woke up a few hours later, a pleasant smell drifted in from the living room as you pushed yourself up on the bed, feeling a twinge of pain in your foot as you did so. ‘Hey, just in time,’ Mamoru remarked, walking into the room with a tray in one hand and a box in the other. ‘Mamo…’ 'I ain’t really all that much of a cook, so I had Eisuke sort out some room service for you. An’ well, I also went and got this,’ he added, setting down the box by your side. Opening it, you found a selection of cakes from your favourite little bakery. ‘You went and got these for me?’ you asked, your eyes lighting up as Mamoru blushed slightly. ‘Course I did. I mean, I know it ain’t much, but…’ ‘It’s perfect,’ you cut in, sounding perfectly confident of it as Mamoru tousled your hair slightly, while looking embarrassed at the praise. Over the next few days, Mamoru had kept you company in the start of your recovery, watching films and tv shows with you that you had been asking about for a while. When you felt a little more confident on your crutches, you began to venture out into the penthouse level where the other bidders were often working or making some sort of wager. Finding yourself at the receiving end of their subtle acts of kindness, you couldn’t help but feel the appreciation that the bidders had for you as you sat with them and listened to their usual banter. But when Mamoru gripped your hand tightly in his and refused to let go, that in itself was more than enough. Leaning your head against his shoulder as he bickered with Baba and Soryu, Mamoru suddenly fell silent and put a hand on your head as he soon continued his argument. Though as soon as he was able, Mamoru leaned in to whisper sweet words into your ear, promising you a night you would never forget, in spite of your injury. ‘Be ready for me sweetheart…’
Eisuke - Eisuke had been in a business meeting with the board of executives who were responsible for the management and research into potential new sites for Tres Spades to expand their business. While listening to the insufferably dull tones of one of his staff, Eisuke found himself growing more irritable when the doors to the board room suddenly opened. ‘Mr. Ichinomiya, sir-’ ‘What is it Kenzaki?’ Eisuke cut in with a clipped tone, denoting his frustration at this interruption. ‘Sir, I apologise for the intrusion, but there’s been an accident. It requires your immediate attention.’ Seeing the uneasy expression that Kenzaki held, Eisuke’s eyes widened. There was only one reason Kenzaki would come straight to him over something like this. ‘I’m sure it can wait, Mr. Ichinomiya-’ ‘Speak on my behalf like that again and I will fire you,’ Eisuke snapped, getting to his feet as he dismissed the meeting. ‘But Mr. Ichinomiya, the overseas contracts-’ ‘Can wait. This takes precedence.’ Without allowing any room for further argument, Eisuke strode from the office with Kenzaki struggling to keep up. ‘What the hell happened Kenzaki?’ ‘We had a problem with one of the lights in the bar area for the pre-auction drinks.’ ‘You called for maintenance?’ ‘I was not approached until the accident happened. It appears your girlfriend was told by one of the other maids to try and remedy the problem herself. There was no one to support the ladder she was on and it fell.’ Coming to a halt, Eisuke looked at Kenzaki in pure disbelief for a moment before demanding to know where you were. ‘Mr. Oh and Mr. Kisaki called for Doctor Luke and took her to him.’ ‘I want to know who did this. I want security footage and I want whoever is responsible to be in my office when I am ready for them, regardless of whether their shift has ended or not. I expect them there or I will have your job as well as theirs.’ ‘Sir,’ Kenzaki nodded, leaving Eisuke alone to head to Luke’s office. In his anger, however, Eisuke had been unprepared for seeing you in such a state of pain. In that moment, everything else vanished. Eisuke was not the billionaire owner of Tres Spades. The ruthless businessman, feared, intimidated and admired by those around him. Going to your side, Eisuke ignored Luke entirely as he took your hands in his. 'E-Eisuke…but you had a meeting…’ 'Shh…forget work and focus on me, okay?’ You knew it wasn’t a request, but Eisuke’s tone was incredibly gentle, as though you might shatter if he spoke too loudly. Biting your lip as you whimpered in pain, Eisuke gently brushed away the tears that slipped down your cheeks. 'It hurts…’ you stammered. 'It’s broken,’ Luke stated as he set your foot down carefully. 'Broken?’ Eisuke repeated in surprise. He knew it had been bad to warrant such a panic from Kenzaki, but he hadn’t expected that. Refocusing his attention on you; Eisuke gently eased you closer so that your head could rest on his shoulder. 'What am I going to do with you?’ He sighed, though his voice betrayed the worry behind his words as he brushed his lips against your forehead. 'Do what you can Luke…’ 'Of course,’ he nodded, before offering you a glance and a semblance of a smile. Realising Luke’s attempt to put you at ease, you tried your best to relax as he tended to you while Eisuke held your hand. Once Luke was satisfied that he had done all he could for you, you were taken up to the penthouse to rest. Having some tea prepared ahead of your arrival, Eisuke settled you down on the sofa before going to pour you a drink. After ensuring you were comfortable, Eisuke removed his jacket and tie, unbuttoning the top of his shirt a little before heading into the bedroom. Returning a few moments later, Eisuke held two pillows in his hand and a large fluffy throw from the end of the bed you shared. After carefully draping it over you and helping you to settle into the pillows, Eisuke sat down by your side, lightly stroking your hair as you drank your tea, though your hands were a little unsteady. Placing his over yours, he could feel the slight chill from your skin as he lightly pressed a kiss to your temple. Taking your cup and placing it on the coffee table, Eisuke wrapped you up in his arms, allowing you to hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest. Your moment of peace was soon interrupted when Eisuke’s phone chimed. 'I’m busy,’ he snapped over the phone, apparently intending to hang up when something stopped him. 'Have them wait outside my office. I’ll be there when I am quite satisfied that I am not needed here and after I have reviewed the footage for myself. Until you see me in person, do not call me again, or I will have your job. Do I make myself clear?’ Tossing his phone over to the chair opposite you after he had ended the call, Eisuke heaved a sigh as he placed his arms around you once more. 'You don’t have to stay…’ 'You are my priority. Everything else is worthless without you at my side. It can wait…’ Sensing that Eisuke blamed himself somehow for your accident, you decided not to pursue the topic further. But right now, you needed him. You couldn’t deny that. Eisuke made you feel safe and having him close kept you calm as the pain in your foot dulled. 'You should eat…do you feel like you could?’ Nodding in agreement, a small smile graced Eisuke’s lips as he kissed you softly. It wasn’t much, but if he could do something for you, then perhaps he wouldn’t feel so useless. Eisuke was not the self-loathing type. He had no patience for that sort of thing. But right now, he couldn’t help but consider all the things you did for him. Of course, he had done things to make you smile. He’d move mountains for that smile. But in reality, he had rarely done something personally. You made him coffee, took him some dinner if he was working late. You made the effort with all of the little details. Eisuke could arrange almost anything with a few phone-calls. But you truly put your heart into everything you did for him. That had never weighed as heavily on his mind as he did now. Over the next few weeks, Eisuke took a back seat from handling things at the hotel in order to be with you while you recovered from your injury. After discovering that your accident had been caused by three maids who had often caused you trouble, Eisuke had dismissed them without a second thought. Though Eisuke hadn’t let your broken foot stop him from spoiling you. He still took you out, ensuring that you had a car to meet you at each end of the journey’s you both took to various restaurants and shows. He even took you on a late night picnic, bringing you to one of the best spots on the city limits for stargazing as the two of you cuddled up on a blanket with an additional comforter wrapped around you for warmth. 'I love you,’ Eisuke breathed, capturing your chin in his fingertips as he brought your gaze to meet his. 'I love you too,’ you responded, a light blush touching your cheeks as Eisuke offered you a kind smile. Breaking your foot had been a horrible experience and you knew Eisuke had blamed himself for not being able to prevent it. But that didn’t matter. The warmth Eisuke brought to your heart was all you had and would ever need as you surrendered to his passionate kisses.
So there you have it! I’ve been working on this one for ages it seems! Thankfully I have another one thats already in progress, so I’m looking forward to continuing with it!
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So I’ve noticed a trend happening to myself and other rpers on my dashboard lately of other characters or personals going up to a character they’ve never interacted with before, do something that’s entirely socially unacceptable for a first meeting (Like kissing the character or purposefully making them angry or something), and then expecting to be treated just fine by the character during subsequent encounters.
That’s not how that works.
We rpers try to write our characters as realistically as possible and that includes having continuity. If you went up to a complete stranger irl and kissed them, of course they’re gonna remember you as the weirdo who kissed them and they’ll probably try to avoid you. The same thing applies to rp characters.
Of course, the muns might be all for making their characters uncomfortable like that, just note that the characters themselves will remember. Actions have consequences and this is no exception to that rule.
archaic smile reminiscent of the works of the ancient greeks, an uncharacteristically appropriate amount of airbrushing 3/5 very mysterious
minimalist, high contrast face—very low expressiveness, a disconcerting experience for all 5/5 a soulless void, the essence of the dark moon
outline is very thick and overlaps craters, but a well-intentioned effort. a nice boy 3/5
completely inaccurate. entirely unacceptable 0/5 probably possessed by demons
a clash of several styles, he is suffering but remains optimistic 2/5
he is a good boy but not at all representative of the new moon 1/5 also i swear there are stray pixels on the corners
piece demonstrating remarkable stylistic integrity. good placement of
spots and color. downside: doesn’t really look like the new moon 4/5
anything, this is the opposite of the new moon. a full moon. also
strangely lopsided. points for accurate representation of maria and
meteor strikes 2/5
nice colors but very low contrast, resulting in poor visibility. incidentally much like the new moon. 3/5 resembles subject but implemented poorly
a real nice boy. intrepid, would go on an adventure. brightness represents optimism. the complete opposite of the google moon. 4/5
sleepyhead. very uniquely stylized, good choice of contrasting colors. fills you with fuzzy warmth 4/5
not the worst emoji. in fact, the only emoji powerful enough to
challenge the google dark moon. contrasting with the google emoji’s
abyssal gaze, this emoji’s disdainful expression and hawk-like,
domineering stare instantly crush the will of the viewer. 5/5 there is no resistance against this regal icon
Know any fics where Snape and Hermione dance together?
I can’t really think of any off the top of my head so a lot of these are searched up using keywords. That means I haven’t actually read them so I can’t guarantee they have them dancing.
Dance Magic by The Rainmaster - They could dance together for hours. Dancing is the embodiment of their love.
The Dance by Ms-Figg - Ronald Weasley commandeers Hermione at every dance she and her husband Severus attend, because Snape doesn’t dance to every kind of music. Lucius convinces him this is entirely unacceptable.
DancingShoes by The Muses - What happens when Dumbledore starts a dance contest between Professors and students?
Tango by DesertC - It’s Hermione’s last night at Hogwarts. She and an unexpected dance partner generate enough heat to burn the floor.
A Mask of Gold by MallowCakes - Albus Dumbledore loves the holidays and is hosting a Halloween Costume dance, masks required. When Snape meets a masked beauty at the open bar what kind of shenanigan will they get into?
Ladyby Eve_7564 - Five years after the Final Battle, Severus and Hermione are co-workers. Hermione is convinced Severus hates her, and Severus thinks Hermione would never want him. What happens when she finally gets up the nerve to ask him to dance at a Ministry function?
Another interesting tidbit from Body in Question: Image and Illusion in Two Chinese Films by Director Jiang Wen by Jerome Silbergeld regarding Devils on the Doorstep:
He [film critic Xiao Peng] quotes Jiang’s associate director Zhao Yijun as saying that “Jiang Wen left on him the deeply carved impression, first of thoroughness, second of thoroughness, and third of thoroughness. Because Jiang Wen’s production put his thoroughness first, his results were first rate.” Peter Hessler adds, based on his interview with Jiang Wen:
During the filming of Devils on the Doorstep, Jiang Wen refused to film outtakes. If a small part of a scene was unacceptable, he insisted on reshooting the entire thing from the beginning. In the film industry, this practice is unheard of, and Jiang Wen reportedly used every roll of Kodak black-and-white movie film that was available in China – five hundred thousand feet, or roughly five times the amount required for an average feature film….
PS. After this book, I’ll be digging into the Jiang Wen chapters in Qi Wang’s book Memory, Subjectivity and Independent Chinese Cinema and Wendy Larson’s book From Ah Q to Lei Feng. If I find some more interesting bits, I’ll post them here.
When Wally doesn’t show up at the cave one day for training, Dick immediately knows something happened to his best friend. The League is called in to help once they do find him. As well as the entire speedster family. Mature.
“No, the math is perfect,” he says. “But I need to rebuild Bart’s time machine.” Wally vanishes. Dick finds this entirely unacceptable. Fix-it fic for Endgame, and basically the fact that we’ve been robbed of a Wally-comes-back arc in a season that will never be made. Explicit.
Timetraveling feels like a kitten nibbling at your skin. First, it starts with your belly button. The sensation travels circularly until it engulfs your entire stomach, and you feel a faint taste of a Snicker’s bar in the back of your mouth even though you haven’t had one. You chew on your teeth like peanuts and it feels like you’re breathing in Jell-O. Then—you watch your body disappear and feel it reappear on the surface of another ground before standing in a new atmosphere with bare freckled hands that cover your ‘nads. Mature.
The vibrating had been like a pleasurable bonus. What could be more pleasing than a human vibrator as a boyfriend? Well, when said boyfriend starts phasing through YOU, subconsciously, you may have a problem. An embarrassing problem. Mature.
A first date with Zatanna just around the corner, Robin confesses to Wally that he’s never kissed anyone before, and asks for some pointers. It’s like they say, actions speak louder than words, and kisses teach better than mere pointers… Teen.