what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn
so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking
what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?
because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater.
“no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”
ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.
she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –
what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?
ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.
so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.
so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds.
she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.
she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.
the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.
ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”
“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.
“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”
“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.”
amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.
she has legs.
“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”
and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.
but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings
she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.
then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”
so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.
“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”
“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”
“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”
“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.
when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.
so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.
but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.
the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.
she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”
and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.
“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.
this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.
she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.
once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.
so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.
“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”
“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.
triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.
he doesn’t have to.
she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.
they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”
he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”
all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.
so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.
they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.
her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.
she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.
she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.
eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.
she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.
because they all know.
it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –
131+132+147 for the prompts maybe? you're amazing xx
131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
I also had a prompt for what would happen if Andrew and Neil met while Mary was still around. This… might turn into a verse lmao
The school is buzzing. And hot. Summer starts early in California and the fucking air conditioning isn’t working. Figures. The long sleeves don’t help, Andrew knows, but a little sweat isn’t going to make him stop wearing them. The heat isn’t really the problem right now. The problem is the red-head a year below Andrew, the one who showed up unexpectedly two months into the school year with a smile and a mother whose hair was just a touch more orange. Andrew remembers her, though he hasn’t seen her since. He hasn’t seen the kid that often, either - Jake is his name, Andrew thinks - except at lunch or in the rush around the lockers.
He sees Jake now, though, just like everybody else.
The black eye is awful, puffy and out of place on that fine-boned pale face. The flesh looks dead, bloated, ready to burst. Andrew can almost believe it actually is, with the haunted look to the kid’s eyes. And all of the pretty girls are swarming him like flies, their jock boyfriends in the background ready to strip Jake of everything that he is if he makes the wrong move. The lack of personal space is making more than just Jake uncomfortable.
Andrew slams his locker and marches across the hall. He doesn’t even have to touch any of them; all he has to do is glare, and they scatter, exposing the carrion that had been about to become their next meal.
Jake looks at him with shocking green eyes - well, eye, given that his left is pinched painfully shut - and a firm set to his mouth. “I can take care of myself just fine.”
Oh. Oh. This might be more interesting than Andrew had originally thought. Maybe he should have talked to Jake sooner. It seems the shy boy has a mouth on him.
“Yes, you looked like you were doing a fantastic job keeping the buzzards away,” Andrew says. “Next time I’ll wait until they’ve stripped your bones.” When Jake just continues to look at him, Andrew strains not to sigh. “Idiot. Come with me.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Andrew’s expression drops at the sudden weary edge to Jake’s tone. He’s turned into a deer, body frozen and leaning away, tense and watching and seconds away from fleeing. A locker slams, and it’s instinct for Andrew’s eyes to snap toward the sound. A mistake. When he looks in front of him again, Jake has slipped away into the crowd.
you were a kindergarten teacher at the elementary school in your town
you truly loved your job, having the ability to get students involved in school and their education
as the new school year started, you made sure to get to know each of the students and their families well
there was one student in particular, im youngjae, who you were concerned about
on the first day of school, he’d been dropped off by someone– they’d left so quickly you didn’t get the chance to talk to them– and he’d been whisked away at the end of the day
you’ve started noticing that youngjae has issues of some sort with home life
you do an activity with the kids about what they want to be when you grow up and he draws a GUN
and you’re like no sweetie guns are bad let’s draw a firefighter
“but daddy has a gun?”
and you’re like ummmmmmmm
so of course, when you meet im youngmin, youngjae’s father, for the parent-teacher conferences, you’re intrigued
he’s extremely charming, and you find yourself blushing at his small compliments, doing your best to get the conversation back to youngjae’s progression in learning the number line
then finally, as the end of the parent-teacher conference draws to an end, you take out the drawing of the gun, showing it to him
“this is what youngjae said he wanted to be when he grew up,” you said quietly, watching an array of emotions flit across his face
“ah,” youngmin nodded, pulling the paper towards him and tracing the crayon lines carefully
you watched as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his dress shirt shifting slightly
you caught sight of a tattoo on his chest– 101– and you sucked in a breath, understanding
while the man in front of you was obviously involved in shady business, he looked so upset about the whole thing, and you felt bad
pulling the paper away, you smiled at youngmin
“mr. im, i just wanted to let you know about that,” you said cheerfully, “i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. youngjae is an absolute sweetheart to have in the classroom. he’s very helpful to his peers, and does his best to understand and keep working on the tasks he’s given.”
“please, call me youngmin,” youngmin insisted, shaking your hand as he headed out
his hand was warm, and you felt like you’d been shocked
one day, you noticed that youngjae hadn’t been picked up after school, so you brought him back to your classroom
he sat there, playing with the small boardgames and puzzles that you had as you worked on your report cards, checking to make sure he was okay every so often
the hours passed, and soon, it was past dinner
he was clearly hungry, so you dug out some goldfish and let him have that
“don’t tell dad, alright?” you winked at him, and youngjae giggled, nodding as he shoved a goldfish into his mouth (this is a terrible teacher btw)
you were worried that youngmin wasn’t showing up, but youngjae said he hadn’t said anything about him picking youngjae up late
you looked through the emergency contact cards you had, figuring that you would just call him and see what was up
on the other side of town, youngmin was tied up to a chair, glaring up at choi seungcheol of svt, blood pouring out of his mouth and ribs hurting like hell
“i’m not telling you where we hid the ammo,” he growled, looking up at seungcheol defiantly
“oh youngmin, sooner or later, you’ll have to tell us,” seungcheol smiled, holding up a hammer, “after all, you only have so many bones in your body.”
suddenly, a phone started ringing
another one of the svt members yanked the phone from youngmin’s pocket, showing the screen to seungcheol, who nodded
“hello, mr. im? ah, i mean, youngmin?”
youngmin visibly tensed in the chair, eyes widening for a brief second. a huge grin spread across seungcheol’s face
“i was just calling to remind you that youngjae is still waiting for you here at the elementary school.”
“daddy, i wanna go home!” youngjae’s high-pitched voice echoed through the room
seungcheol ended the call, smiling down at youngjae, “i guess we won’t get to all your bones today.”
“leave them the hell alone,” youngmin shouted after seungcheol as he left the room, motioning for the others to untie youngmin
back at the school, you frowned down at the phone in your hand
“did daddy say anything?” youngjae asked, tugging on your sleeve, “is he on his way?”
“daddy’s just running late,” you replied, worried. he had responded– why hadn’t he said anything?
suddenly, your mind flashed back to the tattoo you’d seen on his chest
while youngmin was strange, he never picked youngjae up late– ever
he clearly cherished his son, and you couldn’t see his work, however illegal it was, getting in the way of his son’s well being
frowning, you dialed someone else, heart beating in your chest
one of your friends claimed to that one of her friends was a fairly high-up member of 101, and something about this whole situation seemed fishy
after getting the guy’s number from her, you quickly called him
“lee euiwoong, who am I speaking to?”
you quickly explained the situation, telling him that you were youngjae’s teacher and that you’d called youngmin and hadn’t gotten a response even though you picked up
euiwoong cursed, running a hand through his hair
he told you not to move from the school, that something might be going on
right after he told you that, you heard a loud series of bangs, presumably guns
shaking, you hung up, picking up youngjae and running to a small supply closet, hiding in there
“youngjae, we’re going to play a game, okay?” you said quietly, holding him close
youngjae was clearly scared, shaking as well
“we’re hiding, and we have to be as quiet as possible.”
youngjae nodded, and you put your arms around him, doing your best to comfort the five- year old
you heard loud shouting, the occasional crash, and youngjae whimpered, holding you tighter
suddenly, there was another series of bangs, and the sounds of fighting ensued
“get the classroom,” you heard someone growl
your heartbeat picked up, clutching youngjae tightly
you heard someone walk around the supply closet, and you felt hot tears running down your cheeks, thinking over and over that today was the day you were going to die
footsteps stopped in front of the supply closet, and you felt like the sound of your heartbeat was going to give you away
youngjae sniffled a tiny bit and your heart dropped as the door was wrenched open, revealing an incredibly buff guy with a disgusting grin
“you can’t escape n–”
he was cut off by the pop of a gunshot, slumping to the side in an instant
youngmin rushed over to the two of you, trying to lift youngjae up, but the small boy wouldn’t let go of you
youngmin carefully helped you up, walking you over to a chair and helping you sit down
“are you okay?” he asked, checking both you and youngjae for injuries
“we’re fine,” you assured him, “just a bit shaken up is all. you arrived just in time– thank you.”
youngmin stared at you, obviously pained, “i should be apologizing, i’m the one who got you into all of this.”
you shook your head, gently rocking youngjae back and forth, “it was those lunatics that got me into this, not you. euiwoong told me about svt.”
“you know about svt?” youngmin looked startled, “you know about 101?”
you laughed at that, “i saw your tattoo the first time we met.”
“and you weren’t terrified of me?” youngmin asked incredulously, “i shoot guys for a living.”
“youngmin, anyone who clearly has so much love for their son isn’t a bad person,” you said quietly, watching as youngjae’s eyelids fluttered shut
youngmin stared at you quietly, eyes looking down at youngjae before back at you
“(y/n),” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “thank you, for all you’ve done for my family.”
youngmin chill with the cheese a bit pls
you end up staying the night at his house because youngjae really won’t let go of you
he insists that you take the bed and he can sleep on the couch, and you feel bad but he really won’t have it any other way
it’s a friday night, so you’re able to stay over
youngjae looks so small and fragile, you feel bad that he had to experience such an intense night
he falls asleep and eventually lets go of you, but you can’t seem to fall asleep after such a chaotic night
you get up to grab a glass of water, hoping that youngmin won’t mind
for some reason, the glasses are on a super high shelf that you can’t reach, even on your tiptoes
“need some help?” youngmin apparently was having a hard time sleeping as well
instead of water, he made the two of you tea, and you sat at his small dinner table
“you know, to be honest, there’s a reason why svt targeted you specifically,” youngmin said quietly, rubbing the back of his head
“i thought it was because of youngjae?” you asked in confusion
“partially, yes,” youngmin nodded, “and maybe this isn’t the right timing to tell you this, but i like you, (y/n),” he confessed, looking over at you over his cup of tea
“you like me?” you frowned, “how? why?”
youngmin chuckled, “you’re… you’re you,” he shrugged, “and i like that.”
“does that mean (y/n) will be my mommy now?”
youngmin turned bright red lmao
aPPARENTLY youngjae had woken up and gone out to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about
“maybe not mommy,” you replied, ruffling youngjae’s messy hair, “daddy’s girlfriend, though, maybe we have a deal.”
youngjae nodded happily, giving you a thumbs up
“wait, really?” youngmin looked at you hopefully, “you’ll date me?”
“yes, really,” you laughed at his disbelief, “but if i get kidnapped on the first date, I’ll have to reconsider.”
thank you so so much to the anon who left this super detailed possible plot that, upon reading it again, i’m realizing was meant for jonghyun, jung jung or eunki, so for theirs i will DEF try to incorporate something similar w/kids, but thank you again!
Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad Party Timeline/Continuity: Reincarnation AU Pairing: Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC (unnamed) Genre: General/Angst Word Count: ~2200 Rating: PG Notes: I wrote this in mind with a strange canon divergence that sort of marries with the historical context of Tokugawa Ieyasu having his wife executed. So that whole deal where she’s accused of being a spy? Imagine she didn’t make it out alive. Why? Because it’s morbid and I’m a sucker for drama, and it makes for the best reunions.
k so there's this Nasty blog i found that says a lot of stuff about aphrodite 'striking down het guys who pretend to be lesbians' (aka trans lesbians) so... got any headcanons of aphrodite supporting her trans daughters piper/drew/etc?
I’VE SEEN THAT BLOG >:0 it makes me so angry!!!!! te/rfs aint worth shit, my friend, trust me. lesbians love women, ter/fs hate women … my only conclusion is that ter/fs are the fake lesbians, not beautiful incredible trans women and trans girls. i recommend following @translesbianaphrodite! they’re nearing their follower goal and their blog is just lovely! they post all kinds of positivity, mostly at sapphic ppl, especially of the trans/not cis variety! (and they are a hellenic polytheist like yours truly!) send them some nice messages too, if you’d like, they certainly deserve them!
anyways, on to the Good Stuff ™
- Drew Tanaka knew she was trans from basically birth. She was born, heard the doctor say “congratulations, it’s a boy!” and smacked the midwife over the-
Just kidding. But, really, from a very young age, she knew she was a girl. And we all know how Drew is - she doesn’t take no for an answer and she does not like being told she’s wrong. Her mama (not Aphrodite, other mama) has the obligatory few moments of “wow my son is really girly haha” before realizing “oh shit my son is actually a girl. uh. daughter i mean” and so she prays to Aphrodite, who she loved and who loved her. She asks Aphrodite what she can do to help her daughter. And Aphrodite like.. just shows up, says “Okay, check this out” and walks over to Drew.
“Hey pretty girl!” Aphrodite greets her. “Do you know me?”
And Drew pauses from scratching her nose for a few seconds to look at the goddess Aphrodite. “You’re my mom, duh.”
And Aphrodite laughs. “I sure am. I don’t often get the time to check up on my babies, but I wanted to see how my little girl was doing.”
“I’m okay, I guess.” Drew shrugs. “I’m playing trucks, which is alright. People don’t know this, but the red one goes way faster.”
“I’ll bet it does. Red is one of my favorite colors.”
Drew brightens up a little, pushes her short, straight hair out of her eyes to look up at her mother. “It’s mine too! I guess that’s why you’re my mom.”
When Drew turns away to grab more of her toys to show her mom, Aphrodite turns to Mama Tanaka and gestures. ‘Just like that,’ she mouths. And Mama Tanaka understands.
This continues for some time, Mama not understanding exactly what Drew needs. It took her a long, long time just to accept that she herself enjoyed the ‘company’ of other women - this trans stuff is hard to get used to. Not for a moment does she ever make that Drew’s problem. When Drew doesn’t want to change her name (”What do you mean? Drew is a girl’s name because I’m a girl. Do you think it’s a boy’s name?” “Of course not, pumpkin.”), when Drew wants her nails painted a different color every nail, when Drew wants her hair done up in pigtails even though it’s still too short…. Mama never makes it Drew’s problem. She and Drew work together to find a solution, and Mama works to understand Drew.
When Drew comes home from school talking about a ‘pretty girl i’m gonna marry one day’, Mama isn’t sure what to think. This should be one of the easier once, since it’s something she’s quite used to feeling too, but she wishes she could call on Aphrodite every time something happened. Parenting was hard. She never, ever wanted to hurt Drew. So she calls on Aphrodite through the ways she knows how; memory.
Like Aphrodite did so long ago, Mama takes it in stride, smiles reassuringly. “Is that so? Is she very pretty?” (”The prettiest!”)
Mama does this every time something like this happens. Every time a kid at school says something cruel, or Drew gets another crush, or her daughter picks up a new interest, or anything at all, Mama smiles and pets her hair and encourages her. She doesn’t make a big deal out of things, doesn’t ask accusatory questions. She’s gentle like sea foam on sand, like a breeze that shakes the flame of a candle but does not blow it out. She becomes that which reminds her of the lover she once had, the lover that gave her her beloved daughter, her Drew.
i just know that if i keep writing this is going to end up 100k words so uh…. i’ll keep working on it privately and maybe post it on ao3 because i am yelling and i didnt realize this was something i loved this much omg… thank you for sending the ask! - mod will
Note: Honestly, I feel like this is just me being cheesy, but I hope you like it!
had a weird habit of remembering the meaning of names. For some unknown reason,
you found it fascinating that something we simply use to identify someone could
have such a deep meaning, not only that, you loved matching the meaning of
the name to their owner. Just this morning you had done it with Frank
Longbottom, whose first name meant ‘French man’, and laughed silently thinking he had
nothing that resembled your idea of a French.
Your friends found it a bit odd, nothing particularly
strange, but they still liked to tease you about it. The only one who wouldn’t
do it was Sirius, who claimed to find it endearing. This, according to Lily,
meant he fancied you.
Okay, let's say MC gets her head shaved for something like cancer charity. How does the RFA react?
it’s been on your to-do list for a while, and not wanting to give Yoosung a heart attack, you decide to tell him beforehand about it
he’s such a supportive boyfriend
That’s amazing MC, he gushes, you’re amazing I’m so proud of you!
what a sweetheart ily
Of course he’s not letting you go alone cuz you might bring some boys to the yard
casually wears one of those giant #1foam hands that you see at every sporting event
he stays outside the hairdressers, waving the foam hand around without a care in the world, telling anyone and everyone who passes by that you’re donating your hair for cancer charity wow isn’t that great??
doesn’t think it’s excessive????? at all????
but he’s such a cutie patoot you don’t say anything about it and just sort giggle at his reflection in your mirror
when you walk out, bald head and satisfied smile, Yoosung honestly doesn’t recognize you lololol
no like he literally doesn’t recognize you
“Oh did you just shave your head too?” he says, “you know, the love of my life is doing it too and-”
he stops when you giggle at him, and then his face becomes so red it puts tomatoes to shame
Apologies start streaming from his mouth at the same rate that lies streamed out of Rika’s im super sorry to all you rika fans out there
Yoosung is mesmerized by the unanimous texture of your head
#unconsciously starts petting it when you guys cuddle
also he just adores you
i got this guys
your local hairdresser is doing a charity drive thing, and you’re like sign me the fuck up
ya tell Zenny boy of your plans
and he’s down to jump on board too???
Zen are you? ok???
yes I am perfectly fine, are you doubting my looks, do you think I won’t be as handsome bald? Do you-
but you see, the problem is, Zen doesn't really get what ‘bald’ entitles
you guys do the thing, and now wow you’re hairless
it’s enough of a shock to see Zen without all his flyaway white hair, and also you lowkey just couldn’t believe he actually went through with it
after a quick session of hugs and I’m so proud of yous, Zen turns to leave and-
hell freezes over
Zen shaved everything
HIS DAMN RAT-TAIL
so it’s all polished and shiny
except for a random ass patch of long hair at the nape of his neck
Zen what the FUCK was the point of you doing this???
He sees you standing there, and asks if you’re okay
No zen I’m really not okay I want to laugh but I also want to cry I’ve looked death in the eyes and it was horrible
since you won’t answer him, he saunters over to you, whips out a frilly handkerchief, and polishes your head
There there, he coos like a mother to her young child, there’s no need for regrets
Zen it’s not my own decision that I’m regretting
It takes a hecka long while for you to look at him normally again
because even if you can’t see it from the front
you know that The Hair exists on the other side, waiting for its chance to be seen again
and sometimes it keeps you up at night, if ever Zen is sleeping with his back towards you
leaving you to ponder his life choices
Jaehee: (mmmmh short and sweet Jaehee is nice)
honestly she’s down to shave her head too?
working with Jumin, she had short hair anyways, and going bald isn’t that big of a difference
giving a part of yourself to others in need, and watching your significant doing it with you is a beautiful feeling, and somehow managed to deepen the strength of your bond
a few customers were shocked at the sudden disappearance of hair, but their respect for the both of you increased when you told them why you did it
after a busy day at work, you turn to Jaehee, filled with love and devotion for the one person who meant the world to you
“Jaehee…thank you so much for everything. For being here, for shaving your head with me, thank you for supporting me.”
Jaehee turns to you with a quiet smile, a light pink creeping into her cheeks. “It’s nothing, MC, as long as it’s with you, I would be happy do to anything.”
“MC, why would you donate hair for cancer charity if I can just donate money for cancer research? Shaving your head gives you no collateral, from a business perspective -”
“Jumin, not everything you do in life has to grant you some kind of boon in exchange.”
Gets the idea of donating hair, but doesn’t really understand why you would do it
He’s not about to stop you of course not Jumin Han would never prevent you from doing anything at all it’s not like he’s going to take your freedom away or anything he-
while Jumin is busy at work, you go get your head shaved
but he’s already back at the penthouse by the time you’re done, which you didn’t expect
it was only then did you realize that you had forgotten your keys inside, so you opt to ring the doorbell instead
you hear Jumin’s slightly irritated voice from inside, asking who would come visiting at such an hour
so he does the thing where he opens the door, looks you over once, the quickly shuts it again right in your face
“Um…” you say, rapping the door with a knuckle
there’s a soft click as the door reopens slightly, just wide enough for Jumin to peek through the crack
“Hi?” you say.
Jumin’s eye blinks rapidly a couple of times, and the door opens all at once
you catch him fanning himself with a hand before he turns away and walks towards the living room
as it turns out, for some reason, Jumin found the sight of you bald a bit…intimidating?
you just looked…quietly powerful
which in itself was also attractive
so he was torn between intimidation and attraction, leading to a flustered Jumin and confusion towards his own kinks
he becomes highly invested in funding cancer research and an advocate for cancer charity
whenever he needs motivation or inspiration, he stands before you, stares at your head for a minute, then goes “Alright,” nodding to seriously to himself
y’all thrive off spontaneity and surprises
it’s amazing and slightly freaky just quickly how you’ll both adapt to new circumstance, no matter how wild they might be
you don’t tell saeyoung about donating your hair
because you can
so as soon as you walk in through the front door, bald head shining brighter than my future, absolutely nothing happens
cuz it’s not like Saeyoung is always standing by the doorway anxiously awaiting your return
you go look for the dork, of course he’s sneaking around the kitchen, hunting for those good goods I got that good good I got that got that good good
“MC-!” he begins, turning towards you
this is where your mutual, extreme ‘go with the flow’ nature kicks in
Saeyoung stares at you for a few second, rubs his eyes to make sure he’s not hallucinating, and when he realizes that you actually look like Saitama
his own hair kinda just does a small whoosh and falls in a single unanimous layer of red locks
he is bald now 2
anyways you’re both laughing at the situation, at each other, Saeyoung jokes about being able to use your head as a mirror now
#when will my reflection show who I am inside
you explain why you’re now bald, and Saeyoung gives you a sly smile
“I think it’s time to show you my most prized possession…”
basically you discover that he’s hidden hundreds of wigs in he walls of your house
that night, he prods your awake in the wee hours of the morning, eyes filled with urgency
“MC,” he whispers, “now that we’re both bald…where do our foreheads end?”
I must say I’m puzzled. My initial reaction was the intended one: OK, Sam is with Mackenzie and Cait is good with it. They celebrated his birthday together and had a great day.
Hm, his hair is so red? He looked so blonde in the last pictures, but he doesn’t here?
Why is Cait wearig a leather Jacket in hot SA?
Why is Mackenzie wearing shorts and a cropped shirt and everyone else wears long trousers and Sam and Cait are even wearing a jacket?
Where are her legs ending?
Why does Sam look like shit in this picture?
Why is Mackenzie the only one looking happy?
Who are those random people in the picture?
Why did Cait post an obviously old picture and also a very bad one? She looks strained, Sam looks awful.
Why didn’t she take a new one? If Mackenzie is still in SA and they all celebrated together it could be easy to take a pic of the three of them? Was it so urgent?
Why was it so urgent?
Why did Cait post the picture at all?
Sam’s reaction to the pic. A kissing smiley, for me that means, thank you. Thank you for what? For outing his relationship? But why didn’t he just post the picture himself. Why didn’t he post a picture ages ago? If wants the relationship to be official, that would have been the easiest thing in the world.
Or he doesn’t want it to be official? But why would he be thankful then? And why wouldn’t he want it to be official?
Why did Paydin change her IG post to “soon” instead of next week?
Why is Mackenzie’s hair so much shorter in Paydin’s pic and video than it is in South Africa?
Who did Sam pick up at the airport?
So so weird. I’m buying it, Sam and Cait. Really, I’m buying it, but I don’t believe it. Something is foul. I have no idea what and I trust you to have a reason for this very weird shitshow. You certainly won’t do that for a lark. But I’ve never seen a weirder selling of a “true romance”. Seriously not.
CW: some implied racist BS, some major assholery, and K telling someone to fuck their mother in Mandarin.
“You are acting strange,” says Kei.
Cassian doesn’t look up from his coffee. Two
sugars, milk, and all the essays from his eighth grade world history class, and
he still apparently does not have enough of a shield to keep Kei from
commenting. Then again, nothing keeps Kei from commenting. It’d be like trying
to stop a tsunami with a plastic spork. “I’m tired. It’s been a long week.”
Cassian lifts one shoulder in a shrug, and uncaps
his red pen. “Long week.”
Kei scoffs. “That is fallacious.”
He scratches out a misspelled word, and says,
“You are humoring me,” says Kei. “Do you not want
to discuss what is making you act so strange?”
“I’m at work,” says Cassian. “So not really at the
“I see.” Kei sips at his tea. “I hope you are aware
that no matter how unpalatable I may find hearing about your romantic
escapades, if there are issues, I would be obliged to listen.”
Cassian can’t decide if he wants to laugh or choke. How does one say the one person I never thought I’d see again in my lifetime is apparently the mother of two of my favorite students? “There are no romantic escapades.”
I bet you think I’m gonna do a Galra Keith joke. :)
Lance had no idea what happened, but Keith was covered in purple stains from the fruit they were handling and Lance’s hair turned blue after eating one. It was safe for humans, and the locals used them as party tricks and gifts anyways.
He had been trying to shove one down Keith’s throat when Shiro came to check on them. The door opened, and both men froze as their older boyfriend peered in, the door opening to reveal a very confused but disapproving Black Paladin.
“Keith, why are your hands purple? And Lance, why do you have blue hair?” Shiro asked, raising an eyebrow. Instead of answering, Lance took the opportunity to shove the gold and red fruit into Keith’s mouth, the half-human swallowing the soft banana textured flesh due to reflex.
Keith shoved Lance away, coughing and sputtering, looking up as his blue boyfriend squealed in delight and Shiro started laughing from the doorway. “Lance! What did you do?!?” Keith yelped, his scalp all tingly.
“Oh my god, your hair! It’s pink!!!” Lance cackled, dashing behind Shiro before Keith could take a swing at him. Keith actually growled. “How long does this stuff last anyways?” He snapped, pouting. Lance giggled from where Shiro had fallen over laughing. “Three days.”
Keith groaned. Pidge was going to tease the hell out of him for this…
Pink haired Keith. Sounds cute, no? :3
: Dwalin x reader; fluff preferably. I can’t get enough of him! I also had this
idea that maybe he would take a hit for the reader and spend the rest of the
quest trying to hide it. This is for the 26 Day Birthday Celebration! :D
***A/N: I changed the request just a bit and
turned it into a little crack fic…but when I read it, this is what I saw in my
brain and it wouldn’t go away!!! I hope you like it!
Dwalin will protect you at all costs.
And he just proved that to be the case, again.
You screamed as you pushed yourself off the floor, running over to him
and reaching out to steady him. “Dwalin? Dwalin, look at me! Are you okay?!” You quickly ran your hands down his arms, and
then up his chest and to cup his face, getting him to look you in the eye…
Which was no easy task…
Especially given the pile of what you considered
horse shit all over his head and shoulders.