#my writing O_O

[persepor]

Let's talk about DJ Subatomic Supernova...

Ah yes one of the most eccentric, funniest, and coolest designed bosses. DJSS is the very first boss you fight and acts as a sort of test after the lights up audition tutorial. He is very interesting and his personality is through the roof, so let's get started shall we?

"What have you done today? Simpletons!"

DJSS has an ego, you could say it's planet sized (ba-dum tss). Anyways, even though he has an ego he is one of the most loved characters in NSR. I can see why, he has a huge personality and a really cool theme going on with it being based on space.

Unlike other NSR artists we do know he had two jobs before becoming an artist, a university professor and an astrophysicist, which explains his vast knowledge of space. He knows a lot about space and uses his knowledge in really funny ways. One example is this quote: "You remind me of......Pluto! Once thought to be a planet of the solar system but no longer is."

I love love love his personality and the fact that his head is basically a black hole. I always thought that his head breaking symbolized his ego getting shattered. Seeing that he thinks even if NSR is defeated, his music will last after the fall of NSR.

I could go on and on but I'm gonna save it for later.

His boss fight is very fun.

You start out with him at his turn table and you hitting disco balls to damage him. This is very interesting as you move around him, with DJSS being in the center. He's the center of the solar system in his fight.

Second phase he gets bigger and now it looks like you are in a solar system as the disco balls are now planets. He has more attacks, such as being able to throw comets at you and still being able to move the planets like he's turning a record. His head becomes more shattered as the fight goes on.

Third phase he makes himself even larger and not he has noodle arms. Not only does he still have his planets and comets but now he also has a laser. While this phase isn't harder you do have to worry about a lot of things at once.

Once you get through those three phases you then have to reach him. His head will then crack fully and a black hole will appear, you have to run to DJSS while dodging music notes along the way. This is fairly easy to get through as you have enough time to dodge the music notes.

I feel his battle, or phases rather, correlate with his ego/personality. If you ever pay close attention to his head it starts to slowly crack, like his ego is gradually crumbling. He gradually grows in size to assert he is in control of what's around him, like someone with some huge ego.

His music genre is Disco Stellarum House, for those who don't know what that is, it's a genre of edm but the inspiration could come from disco house. Disco house is an edm genre that mixes the funky tunes of disco with the electronic sounds of house music. You can clearly hear this in his theme. His theme is an absolute bop when it comes on, you can't help but to dance to it.

He is also self-centered with him depicting himself as the center of the universe, but I went over that earlier. I wanna talk about the record cover when B2J defeats him.

They are literally using his head like a basketball. They are dunking his head in a basketball hoop. THAT'S HILARIOUS AND SO FUNNY, just imagine you've been defeated by these "plutonians" and they're using your head as a basket all. Pure, funny, and hilarious to think about.

Dj Subatomic Supernova is a very fun character and has a lot of appeal to him. This may be why people love him so much.

So let me ask you all a question.

Why do you like DJSS?? + a Dj Sub doodle.

#perse's writing #let's talk about.. #nsr #no straight roads #nsr djss #dj subatomic supernova #djss #my writing O_O #perse's art

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

#kiss kiss fall in love :| #i'm not kidding there's so many panels like this. haruhi is a little bug with big beautiful brown eyes. literally (O_O) #nobody else is drawn like this in the manga it's just haruhi #still going through the manga yippee #ohshc #ohshc manga #fujioka haruhi #haruhi fujioka #i am a big believer in autistic haruhi and this isn't the biggest reason but it is a funny reason to me #also hitting haruhi with the he/she headcanon beam. i can't help it but also i mean. maybe a little more justifiable with haruhi than anyon #else i can think of. like just look at the show idk read the manga #ouran high school host club #ouran koukou host club #woahh fancy fancy pulling out all the stops (i guess) #eugh i should stop writing tags my laundry's been done sitting in the dryer for like. 20 minutes #also sorry these images are so small and busted i uh didn't look at them before posting and am not going to fix them <3

[relaxxattack]

red scissors chapter two ✂💘

#red scissors #theres some mild solkat in this one i hope youre hungry for that O_O #hey i said davekat is endgame i didnt say no solkat #forgive my multishipper heart there will be a lot of nonsense #relaxx writes

[raineandsky]

A Date in Exchange

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Oh goddamnit, why.

The villain can see the familiar car turning down the road towards them. They tip their head down in the vain hope that they’ll go unnoticed, and somehow it works—the car streaks past them, and they thank god that they don’t have to deal with that.

Thanking god, it turns out, means jack shit when the person they’re avoiding is the hero. The car appears next to them again not even five seconds later, having somehow turned around to trail after them.

“Get in,” the hero demands through the open window. The villain turns to give them a hearty scowl.

“I did that once and look how that turned out.” They pick up the pace—not that it gets them any further away. “No.”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” The car mounts the pavement, alarmingly close to the villain and cutting off their path. They leap back slightly at the blatant crime, startled. “Just get in.”

The villain leans down to swing the door open with an irritated huff. “If you try to arrest me for showing you up in front of your parents I’ll be pissed.”

-

“I thought you were telling them we’re breaking up,” the villain points out indignantly, and the hero sighs tiredly.

“I tried, but you, of all people, made a good impression on them,” The hero’s gaze is locked out of the window as they drive, but it feels like they’d avoid the villain’s eye even if they weren’t on the road, “despite the fact I had to stop you from robbing them blind.”

“You knew who you were inviting in.”

“I told my mother that you’d embarrassed me and that I was leaving you,” the hero continues, pointedly ignoring their comment, “and she almost cried. You almost had my poor mother in tears because she liked you so much that the idea of us breaking up hurt her.”

“Your life isn’t meant to revolve around what your parents want,” the villain says tightly.

“It doesn’t. My so-called dating life that exists purely to sate them does, though.” The hero pulls over at the side of the road. “So we’re still doing this. Next time we see each other I’ll be decking you in the face or holding your hand or something gross. I really hope it’s the former.”

-

Much to the hero’s visible dismay, it is not the former.

“You’ve captured their hearts a little too much,” they tell the villain from their doorway. “It seems I’ve made a bit of a huge mistake doing this with you.”

“That’s what you get for trying to get me to do anything for you. Am I coming in or what?”

They step back to let the villain inside, catching a glimpse of the paper bundle in their hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, these?” The villain holds up their gift—a bouquet of red, orange, and yellow flowers, their shades an exact match to those on the hero’s uniform. “Just a declaration of admiration to my beloved.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” the hero snaps sarcastically. “Thank you.”

With a flick their bin opens, and the flowers are dumped head first inside. “My parents are constantly asking what you’re up to and why they don’t get to see any pictures of us.” The hero starts the trek to the living room, where they’ve already set up a realistic looking chess board, mid-game.

They pause when they find themself walking alone. They glance back to where the villain is still standing in the foyer, staring at the bin. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Huh?” is the answer they get, and they tut as the villain finally starts after them.

“You’ll need to come here once a week, and we’ll get some pictures to convince my parents that this is actually happening.”

The villain frowns. “What if I just left you in the shit? Didn’t come? Told your parents who you’re supposedly dating? Told them it was all fake?”

“Because I’m about to let you get away with a hell of a lot of crime if you don’t.”

The hero settles on the sofa, beckoning for the villain to sit with them. “Fine,” the villain spits a little harshly, “‘cause I’m not doing this for free.”

Taglist: @wacko-weirdo​

(Part 4)

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #fake dating #wrote 90% of this whilst my cat was staring me dead in the eyes #idk why she just likes to O_O at people #a lil intense girl plz chill #postin this a smidge early cause im goin on a weekend awayyyyy #but we going to a city so i will be returning a CRISP #a date in exchange

[creaturefeaster]

How does it feel having a fandom wiki of colorquest

I didn't know there was one!!!? That's so cool? It must be little annoying to the editors whenever I forget something & change it lol.

Seriously though that's so neat, I'll have to peek at it some time.

#i looked it up and entered the home page and theres a lot of pages listed o_o! #i dont got time for dat right now but at some point....... #now i just wish i could settle on a medium to share the story so things could be a little more clear #anybody whos followed me for long enough knows i always jump around. comic. game. written. VN. #i just get so shy about my writing and overthink it!!! guh!!!!! #okay anyway. really honored to know people are dedicated enough to make a whole wiki about CQ for real #🥺🖤...

[bullshit-beach]

WHEN YOU GO…

WOULD YOU EVEN TURN TO SAY

"I DON’T LOVE YOU

LIKE I LOVED YOU

YESTERDAY"…?

#👻 aloe’s art! #AAAAAHHHHHHHHH #sorry for the sorta lackluster alt text but AUHHH i am exhausted #if anyone wants to write an image ID i will happily reblog that version here for anyones viewing pleasures #anyhow - drawing this was so odd /pos like #back to my roots with this one o_O #shipwrecked 64 #bucky beaver #my chemical romance #i don’t love you #<- source of the lyrics #broadside beach #emo #alt fashion #emo bucky #he gets his own tag at this point just bc ive drawn so many of these #remind me to go tag the other ones with this later #theres at least two ive posted #maybe ill do more in the future #who knows #shipwrecked64 #shipwrecked bucky #ask to tag #ty for reading all these. love you forever #when i go i will have the guts to say…THAT I LOVE YOU!!!

[guckies]

Some of Bbh’s arguments are so funny because he will fight for the justice of a tiny spiders death from 2 years ago and say the offence is wrong for buying a house in different country like bro you are fighting the wrong battle and I don’t think anyone but you cares to win it

#like imo its just funny as well bc it’s like writing an English essay and trying to use all your fallacies #like he uses the two wrongs and strawman fallacies a lot o_o #he also uses retrospection and false equivalence a lot too #AGAIN ALL MY OPINION AND THOUGHTS IF YOU WANT TO DISAGREE YOU CAN!! #but please if you disagree just explain your reasoning im so tired of only being told ur wrong lol on my opinion 😭 #/srs /gen #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #there’s a fallices article i use to help me with writing essays that has all the fallacies and i swear he uses them all 😅 #i can paste it for anyone who’s interested

[everybodyshusband]

something something rulti morning sex. something something rain's a heavy sleeper and swiss woke up horny. something something swiss cumming in rain at least twice before they wake up and three more times after that. something something rain waking up to swiss pressing a kiss to their nose with a "good morning, beautiful" and they smile, not quite awake enough to fully realise what's going on until swiss begins rolling his hips again.

#i have more to say on this but that's it for now because if i think about them for too long i'll explode #please someone write this i beg #i'd do it myself but my brain is cockblocking me >:( #somno is soooooo #anyway O_O #husband headcanons #rulti

[nacaharachuya]

Had nothing better to do so please have these poorly drawn svs doodles… 🫴

Dont remember what dazai threw at chuuya but im gonna assume it was a harpoon

Still thinking ab chuuya sucking at video games

Chuuya is to the fishies what disney princesses are to forest animals

SUBMITTED BY THE ONE AND ONLY @boycaca THE LOML??!??!?!?!?!?!

#submission #JUMPING UP AND DOWN #why doesn't my phone show me when i get submissions #O_O #this made my entire day #silver soul #svs #bsd #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #my writing #my fic #Skk #bungo stray dogs #this is so cute

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Hi! I'm sorry for bothering but i just found your account. You're the writer of "in the wild all lessons last" right? Do you still remember your fic where techno like to dance with his friends? I believe it's called "one-two-three". I was wondering if you have more ideas for it, beacause i love it so much and crave more :) it's fine if you don't. I just really want to know if techno manage to teach dream tango after they got out. Do they dance regularly? Did dream become good at it? ,ect... anyway, love your writing style❤

you made my day ty :)

yes, i did write "in the wild all lessons last," and my first dsmp fic ever was "one-two-three" !!  i watched this video when i was doing research for it, and it made me decide to go with tango for dream and techno. something about the style always seemed combative to me, so i think the best fighters on the server would really vibe with it.

so, i do think dream would be good at it, but it might take him some time to get there...

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/dsmp /rp

Dream hasn’t left his bed in about 23 hours.

It’s not that Technoblade’s been counting or anything.  He’s been busy doing other things-- he cleaned the animal stalls and set out fresh hay (which took around 4 hours), trained with the Axe of Peace (about 3 hours), took an embarrassingly long nap (4 hours total, with a brief intermission for dinner which took an extra hour), and read (2 hours).  Combined with his approximate 9 hour night prior, that takes us to 23 hours of almost no movement from Dream whatsoever.  But, again, Techno was not counting.

With the sun low in the sky, and with next to no attention from his former cellmate all day, he headed up to the guest room himself.

He saw Phil take some extra blankets up to him earlier, and while many of them were stacked on top of Dream’s legs and torso, both which were entirely too thin, others were rolled up between his arms and held tightly in a half-asleep embrace.  His hair, overgrown and wild, was partially in his face.  Techno struggled to peer between the tangled strands to get a look at Dream’s face, expecting to see him fully lost in sleep, but was surprised to spot a pair of green eyes looking back at him.

“Oh, hey, roomie.”

“Hey,” came the hoarse reply.

Techno sat on the edge of the mattress, slowly and carefully, aware of how his weight might jostle Dream.  “I got a job for you tomorrow,” Techno said.

Dream gave him a suspicious stare.  Small and limp on the bed, he didn’t look capable of completing any ‘jobs.’

“Dog brushin’,” Techno continued with a smile.  “I’ve been puttin’ it off, so I’m makin’ it your problem.”

Dream adjusted the way his head sat on the pillow, burrowing himself into it more.  He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.  His skin was drawn taut over his skull, pale and sickly, and his eye sockets bore a heavy shadow.  They might’ve been bruised.  “When?”

“Whenever, really.  I can wake you up after I’m done feedin’ everyone, maybe?  I just gotta show you where the brushes are, and tell you which dogs need it.”

“Mm-kay.”

Victory for Technoblade.  He grinned.  “Cool, cool.  See you tomorrow, then, nerd.”

He was about to lift himself from the mattress when Dream’s voice stopped him.  “Wait.”  

“Mm?”

“You wanted to dance with me.  In the prison.”

“Correction: I did dance with you.  That counted.”  Techno folded a leg below him on the bed, getting comfortable again.  “And I’m still teachin’ you to tango, like I promised.  Then we’re gonna dance all the time.”

“I’m even worse than I was before.  I walked to the bathroom by myself earlier and I fell.”  Behind the mess of his hair, Dream’s eyes were wet.  “You’re not gonna be able to keep your promise.”

Moments of total silence weren’t common in Techno’s life.  Even in times of peace, quiet spaces were usually filled with whatever repetitive nonsense the Voices yelled at him.  The Voices seemed just as shocked at Dream’s rare display of vulnerability as he was, though, and the silence in the room was unbearable.  He heard his own breath.  He heard Dream swallow, hard.

“You underestimate me, dude.  Look, I can dance with you right now.”

Giving little space for disagreements, Techno shoved his forearms under the mass of blankets and lifted.  For as light as Dream was before, he seemed even lighter now.  A few more months of starvation will do that to a man, he supposed.  The blankets Dream held in his arms were left abandoned on the mattress, unraveling as they dropped.  Before he was able to let out more than a muffled ‘Mmnpf!” of surprise, Dream was fully cradled and supported several feet off the ground.

Like before, Techno started moving.

He swayed, keeping the movement relatively slow.  He still remembered the pattern they created in the cell; 1-2-3-left-1-2-3-left, and he started there, tracing a circle around the guest room with his hooves.  His steps were more resounding and rich here than they were in the cell.  There, the obsidian made a sharp sound, but the wood of the cabin seemed more appropriate for a dance.

All the while, Dream was simply along for the ride.  The corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

“Tango’s all about pacin’, right?  So here’s what we’re gonna do.  Five steps, and the first two are slow,”  Techno stepped forward twice, starting with his left, “then fast twice,” he stretched his right leg outward, bringing them to the side with two quick steps, “and slowly drag the left foot back to meet, see? Slow-slow-fast-fast-slow.”

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Tango is all about pacing.

An observer wouldn’t be able to tell who was leading the steps-- they seemed to switch at random, constantly shifting their footwork and adapting to one another.  Slow-slow-fast-fast-slow.  One moment, Techno was clearly stepping forward, and the next, he’d be led back by Dream.  The trick was in their hands, actually; when Dream wanted to lead, he’d press his palms forward into Techno’s hands.  Techno, unfailingly, would let him.

And, of course, there were the moments of agility that Techno knew his partner would be fantastic with.  He’d sweep ahead, blocking Dream’s feet, and looked forward to seeing what jump or flair he’d use to counter the movement.

“Your hair’s whiter than I remember,” Techno commented once as he lead them into a Grapevine spin, bringing his hooves close together to base himself as he lead Dream around.

“Don’t think about it too hard,” was Dream’s somewhat dismissive answer.  His voice, no longer as small and hoarse as it used to be, projected well over the record player.  Techno had a collection of different music styles and genres that he liked to pull out for different dances, and he had a variety that were good for tango.  Some were slow, dramatic, and elegant, while others were more energetic and lively.  This day tended towards the latter, though they still shared many slow, dark routines that harkened back to their earliest dances together.  Dream would come to him with a heartbroken look in his eyes, and Techno would know what to do.

“Weird bleach job?”

“Uh, yeah, we’ll go with that, sure.”

Technoblade was no idiot.  He knew his rival was up to something.  The guy always seemed to have some kind of agenda he wouldn’t talk about, but whatever it was, it didn’t involve Techno right now, so he didn’t push it.  The back-and-forth of a good dance could be enough for now.

After all, he did make a promise.

#sorry this took me so long i was staring at it like O_o #lmao #'do you have any more ideas' 'no but i will if you give me a week or so' #this was a nice ask so i wanted to write something for it #i almost deleted one-two-three bc i don't think it's my best work #but nice ppl like yourself made me feel better abt it #so ty !! #ctechnoblade #c!technoblade #cdream #c!dream #rivalsblr #rivals duo #rivalsduo #drabbles #asks #dreblr

[persepor]

Let's talk about Yinu's boss fight...

Yinu is the third NSR artist we face in No Straight Roads, alongside her mother who I'll refer to as Mama. Yinu is my 3rd favorite NSR artist not only for her character but the fact she plays neoclassical music! There's a really interesting connection I want to make later but without further ado let's talk about Yinu.

"I'll show you why they call me the Golden Maestro of Vinyl City!"

Yinu's battle goes like most of the others......except you don't fight her...you fight her mother. Mama will appear after you break the gate and will hold Yinu out of harms way, shielding her when you get rid of all the strings. Mama functions as the main obstacle you have to get through to get to Yinu. She will keep Yinu away from you for the entire battle, focused on mainly keeping Yinu performing.

She starts out as simply being behind the curtain, then in the second phase she grows and lifts up the stage into the air, and finally she uses herself as a sort of cage. You defeat her but it isn't over you're interrupted by Yinu who is angry at EVERYONE and furiously plays her piano.

You finally reach her and we hear something audibly break. The cutscene plays and we see everyone falling. No one is hurt in the fall but.......

Mayday and Zuke broke Yinu's piano.

Yinu plays neoclassical music which consists of piano, strings, and wind instruments. I absolutely love Yinu's theme not only because I love classical music myself but because it's so melodic and really evokes emotion. The rock version, while not my favorite, is also really good at using guitars and drums to replace the strings and winds.

One element I love is that the furious piano playing towards the end of the song stays in the rock version as well. It's such a nice touch to add to keep in the same in every version of Yinu's music. When I hear hear theme music I can imagine her enjoying herself, playing her piano for her fans but also for herself and her mother. I hear passion when listening to Yinu's theme which says a lot than having to express it with more words.

The next time you listen to her theme I want you to really listen and see what your mind comes up with when listening to it.

B2J's overthrowing Yinu's concert reminded me of the rise of popularity for rock in the 1950's and it subsequently becoming mainstream in the 20th century.

With popular music such as rock, jazz, and the blues becoming so popular classical music was forgotten about and had to find its own niche radio stations. Even today any type of classical music is basically forgotten or isn't looked as fondly upon as pop or rock music.

When B2J destroyed Yinu's piano this thought solidified itself as them getting rid of classical music, quite literally drowning Yinu out until you're trying to reach her. May and Zuke got rid of Yinu's neoclassical music in her district.

They put down a music genre just so rock can become popular again.

Conclusion is Yinu is an S-tier boss fight and she has so much untapped story that I didn't go over.

Thank you for reading, Dj Subatomic Supernova is up next.

#perse's writing #let's talk about.. #my writing O_O #nsr yinu #yinu #yinu's mother #nsr #no straight roads

[anemoflower]

Tea Time Confession

Ship: Wriothesley x Elowyn / Word Count: 1.2k / Warnings: very self indulgent; fluff?; a little bit of angst?; might be ooc; I'm not in Fontaine yet, I looked up some things on the wiki

A scene, which turned out to be too long for a comic, so I wrote it instead. Welp that escalated quickly. I was blushing, smiling like an idiot and kicking my feet while writing this... Please be nice, english isn't my first language and I just wanted to have fun

Elowyn regretted her decision to stay at the Fortress of Meropide since the day she first saw him. At first Wriothesley seemed to be intimidating, cold and scary but she noticed soon enough that it’s not how he was deep inside. After she had to accompany the Duke by escorting a criminal from home, from his family, his daughter, something changed. Wriothesley did everything to make sure the little girl would be safe, that she would leave her father and remember him fondly instead of the cruel truth of their separation. That day Elowyn noticed that behind the dark facade was a kind hearted soul.

Now why was it so hard for her to focus when he was around? Her cheeks were burning and there was always this small tingle in her belly, when he talked to her. That must have been those butterflies Barbara once told her about, flying around and dancing to a song of… affection? Elowyn never thought she would need somebody to love. It wasn't necessary for her, the only important thing was her training for the Knights of Favonius and her will to help others. Those feelings were new, unfamiliar and she didn't know how to deal with it. Something inside her mind told her it wouldn't be worth it. A simple guard at the Fortress and it's Administrator? Impossible. That's why she tried to avoid him - which wasn't easy when you're working together in an underwater building. Nonetheless, she made it by not sitting near him in the Coupon Cafeteria or switching shifts with one of the other guards to not cross his path. It worked quite well. Until this evening, when she entered her office and a familiar voice spoke to her.

"If something is wrong you can talk to me, you know."

A high-pitched squeak left her mouth and she turned around to find Wriothesley, leaning against the wall next to the door, arms crossed in front of his chest. Has he waited for her?

"W-what?" She adjusted her posture, trying to look unimpressed and stroked a strand of hair out of her face.

"You seem quite distracted lately" he said "You can tell me if there's something bothering you or any other kind of problem, then we can work out a solution."

"No, it's nothing- it's just-" she tried to find the right words, the right excuse but nothing really felt right. And she knew that it was no use lying to him. Also because she was a horrible liar. The wall of denial inside of her slowly crumbled and was about to release an endless waterfall of words. So she took a deep breath and told him the truth. "You. You are my problem.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to elaborate that to me?”

“I can't think clearly when you're around! You make me feel things I didn't think I could feel and I… at first I wanted it to stop but…" She nervously fiddled around her hair, avoiding eye contact.

Wriothesley gave her time to organize her thoughts and waited for her to finish the stammering sentences she was trying to form. He was just looking at her, eyes a tad bit more opened, a slight look of surprise on his face.

A shimmer of anxious tears were forming in her eyes. "I think… I think I have…" I think I have fallen in love with you. But I know I can't have you. The sentence stayed unspoken between them but he seemed to understand what she was trying to say. He pushed himself off the wall, adjusted the tie around his neck and cleared his throat.

"Want some tea?"

She blinked in surprise. A few teardrops rolled down her face. "Huh?"

"A cup of tea" he explained. "It might help you to calm down…"

The next moment she found herself sitting in Wriothesley's office, a cup of warm camomile tea in front of her. Small clouds of steam hovered over the warm beverage into the air. The gramophone on the desk played soft tunes of a piano. She didn't say anything, only focused on calming her racing heartbeat by taking a sip from the tea. It really warmed her body and gave her a feeling of coziness and safety. Wriothesley was sitting next to her. "Do you feel better now?"

She nodded. "Thanks."

His light blue eyes wandered from her to the teacup in his own hand. He shyly rubbed his neck. "So you… like me?"

The cozy and safe feeling flew away, replaced by doubts. Why did she even tell him all of this? Elowyn tried to hide her blushed cheeks behind the cup she was drinking from. "Mh-hm" she mumbled.

A small chuckle and he leaned back on his chair, tilted his head back and Elowyn had to concentrate to not stare at his jawline. "I thought you would hate me because you were avoiding me all this time…"

She buried her face even deeper into the teacup. Gosh, this was so embarrassing. "Yup, that was quite silly…"

"I like you too."

Elowyn choked on her tea, causing her to fall into a fit of coughing. "You- you what?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

"I like you too. A lot actually." The corner of his lips turned into a soft smile. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t dancing anymore. It was like they settled down. Comfortable in the moment of his gentle expression, which was showing so much affection. Affection for her.

She looked at her reflection on the beverage in the cup. "I… I’m not sure if this would work. I mean we are co-workers- You are the Duke- I uh-"

"Maybe we could try and make this work?" He traced her fingers with his, causing a small eruption of sparks. "And if I remember correctly, you already made yourself clear fromthe beginning that you want to leave this place again as soon as possible." His hand moved to the drawer of his desk and a cold shower of realization crawled over Elowyn's shoulders. He held up a piece of paper between his fingers.

"I-is this my dismissal?"

"Something like that”, he replied with a cheeky smile. “A letter of recommendation. Clorinde told me they are looking for new recruits for the champion duelists. You mentioned it once and I think you are a good fighter. I thought if I would send them this letter you could-"

"Yes!" She blurted out, "Yes, definitely yes! Oh my stars, thank you!" Before she knew what she was doing she wrapped her arms around his neck in excitement, holding him in a tight embrace. Just when his hand gently stroked her hair, she quickly backed away. "I- I'm so sorry!"

"I don't mind", he gently pulled her closer again, which made her stumble forward and fall directly onto his lap. "You can give me as many hugs as you want." He grinned and she couldn't help but smile at him. Who would have thought the man with cryo vision was able to melt her heart?

"There it is."

She frowned. "Hm?"

"The sweet smile of yours. I already missed seeing it…"

Outside of the office two guards, who were witnessing their conversation shared a knowing look. One grinned at his colleague, who reluctantly pressed a few Mora in the other's extended hand, before they headed to their next shift.

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writing that beomgyu drabble inspired by his cover as we speak

#so sorry to my current wips but this is urgent #i needed a break from them anyways #kipo writes tooth rooting fluff??:?:?? O_o #﹙🐈‍⬛﹚kipo rambles ༉˚.

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you mentioned you were reading trc at some point—what are your thoughts on it so far? :0

HAHAH IT MADE ME SO MAD I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO CONTINUE IT. I got like two chapters into the second book and haven't picked it up in a couple weeks.

I've been wrangling in my rants about trc so if you're interested to know em I'll put em under the fold below. BUT FAIR WARNING: I think I missed the opportunity to read them in middle/high school because I think I really would have enjoyed them then and been able to read them later in life for the nostalgia factor because THE VIBES WERE IMMACULATE.

BLUE PISSES ME OFF. FUCK HER HONESTLY. She's so unnecessarily mean to the lads (specifically Gansey AND I'M A GANSEY APOLOGIST. I LOVE THAT MAN I WOULD DIE FOR HIM.) It's giving 2012 not like other girlies PICK ME VIBES. I ENDED UP SKIPPING BLUE'S POVS CUZ SHE'D ALWAYS SAY THE FOULEST THINGS ON THE PLANET and I'd have to put the book down. I just don't respect her as a person LMAO

AND ADAM PISSED ME OFF for similar reasons but his beef with Gansey was a lot more personal so the justification was there. BLUE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THESE GUYS. TALK ABOUT PRIDE AND PREJUDICE MY GOD. Adam's angst was like, a deep character and circumstantial flaw that I can get behind. BLUE???? I get the impression that she's supposed to be a y/n character which is very 2012 tumblr girlie of her so I'm supposed to insert my grievances with rich boys and wanting to kiss em onto her BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT TO BACK HER UP. SHE'S ON HER OWN.

ALSO I'm convinced the kissing scheme is BS because theoretically she can kiss the love of her life AFTER he dies. What's stopping her from kissing a corpse. Necrophilia?? NO!!!!!!!!!!! That doesn't have to stop her. Why aren't we considering the possibility that the person she kisses could die before she even kisses them and then in a fit of grief she kisses them or gives them mouth-to-mouth trying to resuscitate them. YOU KNOW WOT OIM SAYIN BRUV??? ALSO Istg the logistics of the kissing scheme CHANGE. IT CHANGED LIKE THREE TIMES. I think it was just a matter of rephrasing it but with something like that THAT'S LIKE A PROPHECY. YOU CAN'T BE MIXING UP THE LANGUAGE. THAT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE. It added to the unreliability of the narrator misinterpreting it and it made me want to wring someone's NECK. Cuz by the end of the book I was like "I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE ORIGINAL VERBIAGE WAS."

Also, what if she has MULTIPLE LOVES?? I'm of the belief you can love someone the same amount in various parts of your life like??? Do widows just never love the same way again? What if the love of her life was a childhood friend who died tragically? LOVE IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE AND EVERY RELATIONSHIP. IT'S NOT ALWAYS A HIERARCHY WHERE THE END-ALL-BE-ALL IS YOUR PARTNER. She loves her family! What if she kisses her mom on the cheek and she knocks out DEAD. WHAT THEN. DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON THE MOUTH?? I don't trust anyone relaying this prophecy. FUCK THEM, HONESTLY. I'm sure I'm just reading into it too much and am bitter about the verbiage constantly changing. It's probably more like a fairy tale Disney vibe of True Love HAHAH IF SO IGNORE ME.

Honestly I think if I'd just read this in middle school/high school I'd like it a lot and the nostalgia would be unreal. It'd be so iconic. But at this point I think I'm too old to vibe with it HAHAHA I FUCKING LOVE GANSEY AND ADAM THOUGH. THERE'S LIKE NO FICS OF THEM (and them alone, no Ronan). I'VE READ THEM ALL. THEY'RE SO GOOD. THE GANSEY X ADAMS OF THE WORLD KNOW WHAT THEY'RE FFFFFUCKING DOING.

#I'm sure you opened the rest of the post and went o_o #trc #t #ask #anon #BUT GENUINELY I did enjoy the writing and the vibes #All of my gripes stem from Blue which is unfortunate because she's the protagonist HAHAHAHAH OPE #LIKE IF SHE WASN'T INVOLVED AT ALL I'D BE LIKE “HELL YEAH !! ADVENTURE !!!” #I'm also incredibly ace so all the kissing nonsense had me GAGGING #IF THAT PROPHECY WAS ABOUT ME I'D BE LIKE “BET I HAD NO PLANS ON KISSING ANYONE ANYWAY SO THIS IS GREAT” #rant

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Figure Skating Lukanette ❤️

#my art #airip4 #lukanette #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette figure skating #lukanette figure skating AU #I want more figure skating AU Lukanette!!!! #((Yes- I'm still planning and working on my AU but I'm stuck at chapter 3 T_T)) #((I'll write more eventually- the story is mostly planned- but super long ;v;)) #((I can't believe this is my first proper drawing of 2022 O_O)) #((Anatomy was hell- the pain was real here)) #((I'm glad that I managed somehow?? :D )) #((Thank you for drawing with me last night Freya <3 ))

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joys and sadness of making someone elses dnd character sheet

#love reading and writing down info #but also OURGH i wanna pc :'-( #also its too bad theyre all first level! so much fun stuff next level.... #anyway.... running my lil mermaid campaign O_O hoping for the best yeehaw!!