#// i wish these were more put together TwT

[so2uv]

@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

#🔎. navi ! #// do not perceive me im going to go curl up in a corner now #// ive never been this sentimental or thought out a personal post quite as much as this one #// vulnerability isn't my strong suit ok??? #// i wish these were more put together TwT

[jeankluv]

Birdie | Satoru Gojo - Chapter 01

Words: 4.8k

Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

Note: divider art credit _3aem (twt)

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball

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Wattpad | ao3

While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as "hate" carried significant weight; rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

“We will divide the project in two.” You said looking at the information the teacher gave you. “So we can work on it separately and once we are done we will put it together.” You didn’t like the idea but you disliked even more the idea of spending time outside the class with him.

“That wouldn’t work out, it’s better if we schedule a time to meet and we start working on it.” Gojo talked.

“No.” You said. “I’m way too busy to think about meeting outside of classes.” And it was true, you were working in two different jobs to pay the bills of college and the tiny apartment you were staying on.

“Oh c’mon!” He pouted. “It’s impossible that you are busy every day of the week at every hour.”

“Well I am.” You were starting to get angry, couldn’t he understand you didn’t want to meet with him.

The ring rang and you thanked it, it was time to leave for another class, one you wouldn’t have to see the perfect face of Satoru Gojo.

“Wait! How do we stay in contact?” Gojo spoke when you were about to leave the classroom. You could feel the gaze of a group of girl right on your neck.

“With the email.”

“C’mon.” He said your name. “Give me your number.”

“No and now leave me. I need to get to my class.”

You walked past the group of girls that were chatting obviously about the scene that just happened.

“How can she be so rude with Satoru?”

“Yeah who does she think she is? Does she even know who Satoru is?”

“She is such a loser.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Of course, you were well aware of who he was - everyone knew him. A pampered child from a wealthy family, born into privilege and affluence, often referred to as an “old money baby”. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter - impeccable looks, tall, athletic, and intelligence. For many, he embodied the epitome of perfection. However, for you, he was nothing more than an insufferable jerk whom you couldn't stand.

On the flip side, you were the complete opposite of him. Life hadn't dealt you a fair hand - you struggled to make ends meet. When your mother passed away when you were just six, and your father vanished after hearing news of her pregnancy. Left with no one but your grandmother, you found solace in her loving care. However, as time marched on, you were once again confronted with loneliness when she passed away when you were just 16. With only a meager inheritance from your grandmother and the income from your job at a local store, you barely scraped by until the age of 18. Thankfully, your relentless dedication to your studies paid off when you earned a scholarship to attend the University of Tokyo.

Even though you got into a good college on the degree you wanted, your life in Tokyo hasn’t been quite easy. You were living in a tiny apartment, going to college and working two jobs because it would be impossible to make it to the end of the month with just one job. Luckily, the scholarship covered all my college expenses, but living in Tokyo wasn't exactly easy on the wallet. I found myself navigating life in the bustling city all on my own.

But your aversion towards Gojo Satoru began two years ago, on the first day of college. Rushing late after exhausting yourself at work, you collided with him, causing you to stumble to the ground. Prepared to offer an apology, you were met with his irate ranting, delivered without even a glance in your direction. Had you not been humiliated on the ground, you might have slapped some sense into him right then and there. Why was he so infuriated when he was clearly the one at fault? And the fact that he couldn't even look at you added insult to injury. Frustrated and embarrassed, you left before he could utter another word; you had no desire to hear anything further from him.

The true agony hit when you discovered he would be sharing classes with you. From then on, you made every effort to steer clear of him and his foolishness. However, it seemed everyone in your class, and even in other majors, adored him. The teachers showered him with praise because everything he touched turned to gold. Despite being at the university for two years, you had never managed to outperform his grades, and it infuriated you beyond measure.

For the past two years, you had been lucky enough to avoid partnering with him. However, it appeared that luck had finally abandoned you, and now you were destined to endure his company for the next three months.

You sat on the seat you would normally choose and took out the notebook to take notes of the next class.

“I heard you got assigned with Satoru Gojo in one of your classes.” You heard a voice next to you which made you jump.

“Kyoko… don’t scare me like that.” You cried while putting your hand on your chest trying to calm down. “How did you find out?”

“Well, everyone was talking about how a girl who got paired with the great Satoru Gojo was so rude to him and how she should be more grateful for this glorious opportunity.” You rolled your eyes.

“I might throw myself out of the window…” You leaned your head against the table and closed your eyes. “Three months Kyoko, three months.”

“I know…you know that you can talk to me if he does anything to bother you.”

“Thank you, you’re the best Kyoko.”

She smiled warmly at you, and together you turned your attention to the class. You had met Kyoko on the same day as your initial encounter with Gojo Satoru. Sitting together in one of the classes, an instant connection formed between you two, and from that moment onward, you were inseparable. Kyoko brought a brightness into your life like a ray of sunshine piercing through clouds. On the first Christmas when she discovered you would be spending it alone in your apartment, she whisked you away to her home, where you celebrated with her and her parents. Since then, Kyoko's parents had filled the void of the parents you had dearly missed, and Kyoko herself had become the sister you had always longed for.

The class was over before you knew it. Your hands hurt after taking notes non-stop and your head felt like it was about to explode after barely sleeping last night.

“Do you have time to eat with me? Or you have to go to the grocery store already?” Kyoko stood besides you while walking in the corridor.

“Today I can eat with you. My shift doesn’t start until 3 p.m. so it’s alright.”

Kyoko looked at you with concerned eyes. “Are you sure you are properly resting? You look tired and the grocery store job is okay, but I’m worried about you working on that bar at nights.”

You sighed, she was right the bar was an unpleasant place, most of those who went were men in their 40s or 50s who left their offices and spent the night drinking until they fell at the bar counter, while making obscene comments. But they paid well and the money was something I desperately needed.

You smiled at her. “I will be alright. Don’t worry.”

“You know you can always come to life with me, I know my parents wouldn’t bother taking you in. And if you feel like it would be too much, you could always pay something but then you could quit that crappy job and just work at the grocery store.”

“Kyoko… we already talked about it. I appreciate you and your parents' good heart and intentions but I can handle everything.” She nodded. “And I know I can always count on you.”

“Always.” And she held you from the arm. “Now let’s go and eat something. My treat.” You were about to protest when Kyoko cut you off. “No excuses, you deserve me to invite you especially because my poor best friend is going to have to put up with her least favorite person in the world for three months.”

“Ugh!” You rolled your eyes. “Please don’t remind me of that.”

Both of you laughed and made your way straight to the cafeteria, your stomachs growling with hunger. You had only managed to gulp down a coffee that morning to wake up, and now you were convinced you could devour the entire menu. Taking your usual seats at the table, Kyoko headed to order your food. The cafeteria buzzed with activity, students weaving in and out while conversations filled the air. You glanced at your phone, hoping for some notifications, but all you found were promotional emails from the supermarket.

Kyoko returned with the food, setting it down in front of you, and you delved into a conversation about Kyoko's recent date. It seemed the boy had shown a keen interest in her, but your friend hadn't felt the same way about him. Being the kind-hearted person she was, Kyoko struggled with how to gently let him know she wasn't interested in continuing to see him.

“Oh shit…” Kyoko whispered.

“What?”

“Don’t turn around but I think a certain someone is coming here.” Your eyebrow arched and you clenched your fists.

“Tell me that the certain someone doesn’t have white hair…” Kyoko grimaced and by the time you wanted to say something, the person responsible for your headache at that very moment had sat down next to you.

“Hello ladies!!” He talked with the happiest tone. He called your name but you ignored him, you didn’t want to interact with him, not even a bit. “I don’t think we know each other. I’m Satoru Gojo.” He talked to Kyoko.

“Kyoko. And we actually share a class together.”

“Oh! We do? Sorry I can’t remember it. But it is nice to meet you, Kyoko.”

“Satoru…” Another male voice spoke behind you. Your head was really going to explode.

“Oh Suguru! Come here!” He moved his hand, pointing at the seat next to Kyoko.

“Satoru… why don’t you leave the girls eating alone.” The boy of dark hair looked at his friend and then at both of you. “I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“It’s okay, don't worry.” Kyoko smiled back at him.

“Come on Suguru! Let’s eat with them… I need to spend more time with my classmate, right birdie?” You looked at him.

“Who are you calling birdie?” You were angry, why was he giving you nicknames like you have known each other for years or like you were close.

“Oh so now you pay attention to me…” He smirked and tilted his head as he rested it on his hand and looked at you.

You snorted and pushed the plate away. “Kyoko, I have to go or I'll be late.” You said goodbye to Gojo's friend, who you assumed was called Suguru, and ignored Gojo.

“Take care.” You heard Kyoko. “And sent me a message once you arrived home from the bar!” You gave her a thumbs up and left the cafeteria.

You felt uneasy. What was Gojo Satoru playing at, giving you a nickname? And that look he just gave you—what was that about? You couldn't stand it. Sinking into your seat on the bus, you put on your headphones, seeking a brief respite before reaching your workplace. You were scheduled to work for five hours, followed by a rush to the bar, where you'd likely be working until 2 a.m., if luck was on your side.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you recognized the familiar streets passing by. With just a few stops left until your destination, you stretched out in your seat and rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fatigue.

You got out of the bus and walked a few steps until you reached the small grocery store where you work. You still had 5 minutes left to work but between changing and preparing everything the time would arrive. You greeted Yu who was behind the counter serving a customer and went to the employee room at the back.

“You are early.” Haibara entered the room.

“I’m 5 minutes earlier… is not THAT early.” You smiled at him.

“You know you can always take the day off and rest. I can cover you if you need it, you look so tired.”

“I’m okay but thank you Haibara.”

“Okay! Then if you are taking my place I will get going. A friend of mine is waiting for me.” You nodded. “Call me if you need anything.”

You waved goodbye to him and observed as he rendezvoused with a tall blonde guy outside the store, someone you vaguely recognized from campus. Throughout the afternoon, several children trickled in to purchase trinkets, occasionally accompanied by adults picking up a few items. The day had been relatively quiet, affording you the opportunity to jot down some notes and review your studies.

As closing time approached, the sliding door chimed open once more, signaling the arrival of another customer. However, you were preoccupied assisting a lady who was meticulously counting the coins needed to pay for her purchase.

“Thank you so much darling.” She said once you were done with her. “Have a nice night.”

“Thanks to you! And please come here again.”

“Hello birdie!” Your mouth opened slightly when you saw who was waiting to be served and the last customer of the day.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You screamed angrily.

He looked down and moved the bottle he was holding. “Buying something to drink.” He smiled, showing his perfect smile.

“Here?” He nodded. “In this grocery store?” He nodded again. “Of this unknown neighborhood?” He nodded once again. “Gojo…” You touched your head, closing your eyes. “I don’t know what you want or your intentions but don’t you dare bother me anymore.”

“I already told you birdie I’m here, to buy this.” He put the bottle in front of you.

“There you have it. Now, bye.” You turned around and started cleaning some things that were around. It was time to close and you needed to hurry up to got to the bar.

You picked up and changed into the clothes you had come in. For a moment you had to lean against the wall, for an hour or so you had been dizzy and nauseous, but you couldn't allow yourself to be absent. You turned off the lights and closed the grocery store.

“What are you still doing here?” You turned around to look at Gojo who was right in front of the shop.

He walked smiling towards you. “Waiting for you.”

You rolled your eyes, couldn’t he understand you or something. “Well, I don’t want you to be waiting for me. So now… BYE!” And you started moving towards the bar.

“Oh c’mon.” He said your name this time. “Let me accompany you to your house or at least near it. It’s not good for a girl to…”

“Are you a stalker?” Gojo opened his mouth. “And I’m not going home, I need to get to work and because of you I might be late.”

“Work? But you just get out of it.” He walked next to you. “Why would you have two works…”

“Listen Gojo! Not everyone is born on a silver spoon. Some of us have to work our asses out to get the things we want.” You were tired. “You are lucky your parents probably get you everything they want for you but not everyone is that lucky.”

“You’re pale. Are you okay?” You certainly weren’t, but you couldn't afford to be, you had to go to work. “Oh shit! You might have a fever.” His hand was on your forehead, wait when did he get that close?

“Leave me…” Everything was spinning around.

“Hey!” You felt how Gojo held you, preventing you from falling to the ground, and then everything went black.

You weren't certain how long you had been unconscious, but it was certainly for a considerable amount of time. As you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself surrounded by darkness, with only a faint glow of outside light seeping into the room. Despite the dimness, you were able to swiftly recognize your surroundings. You were in Kyoko's room, but how had you ended up there? The last memory you could recall was being with Gojo before blacking out.

“Kyoko?” You whispered. You were confused and still feeling sick.

You saw how a silhouette moved to grab something from the table and then a light from the cell phone illuminated the room.

Kyoko whispered your name. “How are you feeling?”

“Still dizzy…” You touched your head. “How did I get here?”

“Satoru called me.” You looked at her confused, since when she called him Satoru and since when did she have his number. “Don’t look at me like that, when you left I stayed with him and with his friend, Suguru and they are pretty nice guys.” You rolled your eyes. “And his friend is pretty cute.”

“Kyoko…”

“What? It’s true, he was so polite and nice and did you know he studies…”

“Do you like him?”

“I mean… it’s early to say that but I would love to go out with him sometime.” Your friend smiled.

“You remember that there is a guy still waiting for an answer from you right?”

Kyoko pouted. “I know… I will let him know I’m not interested, because it’s true I’m not.”

“Good…”

“But now to what is important.” Oh here it came. “What would you have done if Satoru wasn’t there when you fainted?”

“I… it was just a coincidence. I was totally find this morning.”

Kyoko said your name heavily. “How much have you slept this week? And be honest with me.”

You thought for a moment. “5 hours…”

“That’s not bad, I thought you were going to say something like 2 hours.”

“In the last 3 days…”

Kyoko opened her mouth, letting a gasp out. “Are you insane? You want to die or something?”

“Sorry! But college and the jobs… the jobs, my shift on the bar…”

“Relax. I called them and told them you were sick after Satoru called me.” You breathed in relief. “But don’t try to change the topic. 5 hours in 3 days?! That’s inhuman and you can’t keep going like this.”

“And what do I do Kyoko?” You pulled the sheets up to your face.

“Stay here… we have a spare room, you can stay there.” You growled, Kyoko knew that was too much. Even if you were her best friend, you were still someone from outside the family. “You can pay a minimum if that will make you feel better, but if you stay here you wouldn’t have to pay the rent you are paying right now and you wouldn’t have to work at that shitty bar.”

“I… I will think about it okay…” Kyoko nodded.

“Now go back to sleep.”

“Okay…” You closed your eyes.

“And by the way.” Kyoko spoke again. “Start thinking what you are going to say to Satoru, you throw up on him.”

“I… WHAT?” Your eyes opened like plates.

“Good night~”

“No Kyoko, tell me! What do you mean I threw up on Gojo?” You cried.

“Go to sleep.”

You groaned, feeling utterly mortified at the thought of having thrown up on Gojo. This was beyond embarrassing—how were you supposed to face him and apologize for such a humiliating incident? The desire to vanish into thin air consumed you. Your head spun with the aftermath of the situation, and before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

Upon waking up again, you sensed that several hours had passed; sunlight now flooded through the window, illuminating the room entirely. Kyoko was nowhere to be seen, and you sat up in bed, stretching your stiff body. You felt utterly filthy after experiencing fever and vomiting; a shower was desperately needed.

Searching for your phone to check the time, you discovered several messages awaiting your attention—some from Kyoko and others from an unknown number.

Kyoko ☀️

Rest as much as you want. My mom left you food prepared in the kitchen but you will be alone for most of the day.

You can take my clothes if you want.

And don’t worry about the classes I will take the notes for you.

And by the way, I’m sorry and I love you 😘

Sorry? For what? You tapped on the unknown number and then you understood why she was sorry.

xxxx

Hellooooo birdie !!

Kyoko gave me your number, don’t get angry at her.

I hope you feel better soon

You clenched your fists and sighed, now you would have to endure it because of your cell phone too.

You to Kyoko ☀️

You should be grateful I love you so much and I won’t kill you.

And thanks, I will be taking a shower and do you mind if I take one of your pajamas?

Kyoko ☀️

Everything that’s mine is yours 😘

You rolled your eyes at your friend. And opened once again the chat of Gojo. How should you respond to him? Should you apologize for throwing up at him? Should you just be as cold as always? The guy was messaging you after you fainted and threw up on him, he didn’t deserve to be treated coldly although you wanted to.

You to Pain in the ass

Hi. I’m good

Thanks for yesterday and sorry for what happened…

Also stop calling me birdie, people would think we are close or something

Leaving your phone on the table, you grabbed one of Kyoko's pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Compared to a few hours ago, you felt significantly better; the fever seemed to have subsided or at least diminished in intensity. After a refreshing shower, you changed into the pajamas and headed to the kitchen.

True to Kyoko's word, her mother had left a plate of food prepared for you. Grateful for the gesture, you sat down to enjoy the meal. Retrieving your phone once more, you noticed two notifications, which came as a surprise—they were not the usual supermarket offers.

Pain in the ass

Don’t worry about it, I’m glad to hear you are okay

*This message was deleted*

What did he send and delete after?

Pain in the ass

Since you are sick we decided to accompany Kyoko for lunch!

And there was a picture of Kyoko with Gojo and two other people, the guy from yesterday, Suguru and another girl you didn’t know about. Kyoko was smiling and doing the peace sign next to Suguru, while Gojo was the one taking the selfie and showing off his perfect teeth.

You to Pain in the ass

You better treat Kyoko right, or you will hear from me once I’m back at class.

It was hard to believe you were talking so casually with him. You shook your head, talking like that on the phone was just a way of being polite with him, nothing else.

Pain in the ass

If that way I get you to talk to me

You stayed looking at the message for a couple of minutes. Something on your stomach was moving. Stupid Satoru Gojo.

You to Pain in the ass

By the way, do I need to pay you something… for you know…

Pain in the ass

For what?

You to Pain in the ass

Don’t make me say it, it’s way too embarrassing.

Pain in the ass

If you don’t tell me what I won’t know 🤷

You to Pain in the ass

Throwing up on you!

Do I need to pay for something? Like dry cleaning or something?

Pain in the ass

Hehe

You wanted to punch him, he obviously knew.

Pain in the ass

Nop, you don’t need to pay anything. Don’t worry 😉

You to Pain in the ass

Okay, now I will leave to sleep

Don’t bother me Gojo!

Pain in the ass

Alright birdie!!

Rest well. I don’t want you throwing up and fainting in the arms of other people

You to Pain in the ass

Say something like that again and I’m blocking you

Pain in the ass

🥺

You rolled your eyes and left the phone once again. He really was a pain in the ass. You went to Kyoko’s room and lay down on her bed, although you were feeling better, you were still feeling tired, so you decided to sleep for a bit more, at least until Kyoko returned home.

You heard a door close and someone walk down the hall in silence. You knew it was Kyoko when she entered the room. She walked up to you and you smiled at her when your eyes met.

“You look better.”

“I feel better.” You say stretching on yourself. “I feel like I have slept everything I haven’t slept in a month.” You looked at Kyoko and she was doing a grimace of disgust. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Have you thought about it? About moving here?”

You did. You thought about it a lot, but you couldn't deny that you were at a point where if you continued at that pace you would end up killing yourself.

“I will.” Kyoko screamed with happiness. “But only if your parents are okay with it.”

“And they are! Don’t worry.” She started clapping and jumped out of bed with happiness. “By the way, I’m surprised you met Satoru yesterday at the grocery store.”

You looked at her strangely. “Didn't you tell her where she worked?” Kyoko shook her head.

And then it hit you, you haven't told Haibara that you would not be going to work today, he would probably be covering for you and you would have to tell him.

“Shit… Where is my phone?” You looked around.

“Who is Pain in the ass?” Kyoko hang you the phone.

“It’s Gojo…” She nodded while you searched for the number of Haibara on your phone. “Haibara!” You said when you heard him picking up. “Yeah it’s me… I’m so sorry, I’m sick and I couldn’t go today… I hope you-” Kyoko looked at you when felt silent. “What do you mean you already knew? Who told you?” Kyoko watched you with interest trying something of what was said on the other end of the phone. “Oh… okay. I will thank him then… Yeah. Bye.” And you throw the phone to the side.

“What’s with that face?”

“Gojo Satoru told my coworker I was sick.”

“That’s pretty considerate.”

“They are friends…”

“Who?”

“My coworker and Gojo, that’s why he appeared there.” You realized. “Probably Haibara told him and he came to bother.”

Kyoko called your name and you looked at her. “I don’t think he went to bother you…”

“Well… but it’s strange he went all the way to that place! Why would he go if it wasn’t to bother me?”

Your best friend sighed and closed her eyes, whispering something you could not hear and then looked back at you. “Thanks he was there. Or who knows what would have happened to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are right. And I already thanked him.”

“Oh you did?”

“Don’t act surprised when you were the one that gave him my number.”

She put her hands in the air and smiled. “Sorry. But he was really, REALLY insistent…”

“I can imagine.”

“He sent you a message right? What did he say?”

You took the phone and unlocked it to see the message that Gojo sent you.

Pain in the ass

I'll save you place next to me in class for tomorrow 🙆

What’s up with him?

“Oh…” Kyoko smiled next to you.

“What?”

“Nothing… figure it out yourself baby.” She smiled.

“Kyoko… Kyoko, what did that oh ment, come back here.” You followed her through the corridor while she laughed.

“No.” She continued laughing. “Oh!” She stopped walking and turned to look at you. “I already sent a message to the guy.”

“Finally.”

“Yeah…”

“You? Are you really going to try and go out with Gojo’s friend?”

She shrugged and smiled. The fact that Kyoko started dating Gojo's friend didn't particularly bother you, but it did mean potentially spending even more time with Gojo than you had anticipated. The mere thought made your head ache again. However, before dealing with that, you needed to figure out how to face Satoru Gojo tomorrow. It would mark the first encounter since... that incident.

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[jade-green-butterfly]

Today...is a very special and important day for me, folks~💝😊Three years ago, a certain special troll became the highlight of my 2020 during rough times and immediately won my heart from the moment I knew he would have his own destiny and journey to find others like him...and his family. Since the first Trolls movie, I have always admired dearly him from afar and the moment I saw him during the Trolls World Tour trailer, my heart literally poured out him and I have truly loved him for just being his wonderful, lovable self ever since~💘🥹 And that certain special troll, is none other than...Cooper~💗🌈✨

I have always been a big fan of him and he’s always been my favourite troll to begin with but every time I see him and hear him, my heart always beats so much for him, making it aflutter and words cannot describe how special he is to me...how he means the whole world to me~💞🌈💗🌈💞I mean...can you blame me? >//w//`< How could I resist and say no to such an adorable face to go with such a darling like him??💖😍💖😍💖 Cooper is more than just the goofball that we all know and love...he’s my goofball and so much more...~🥹The most amazing troll with such talent, a unique voice and a dazzling yet loving royal family to go with him...~🌟Cooper is also the prince of my heart, who deserves all the love and happiness in the world...and I feel so blessed to be the one to give it all to him, along with my heart~🥰💝💝🥰 April 24th 2020 was the day I drew Cooper for the very first time, and when I started shipping myself with him. And together, him and I have remained strong and inseparable ever since!🫶🏻😌💕We’ve had such happy memories together - becoming part of his world and family, sharing one another’s lives and music, even officially marrying and creating our own dear little life together~✨💜💗💚✨And I wish to keep on loving Cooper forevermore~💓😊

Which is why I dedicate this very special piece above (with a textless version too) to us, inspired by one of my favourite scenes in TWT - where King Quincy and Queen Essence were happily together with their twin eggs (before our dear Cooper was cruelly snatched away from them😭) and I wished to capture that tender moment between Cooper and I, with our darling Toby's egg nestled warmly within my hair~🥰 EEEEEEE~!!😍🤩😍I am so, sooooo happy and truly over the moon of how all of this turned out~!💖🥹💖Just how I imagined it, especially Cooper snuggling against me with his neck wrapped around me as we lovingly embrace one another, feeling like the proud parents we are~💜💗💚😚I am also chuffed with the cherry blossoms I drew to make the bed cover look more prettier~🌸 I would like to deeply and gratefully thank many wonderful peeps out there for helping bring my beloved OTP to life, such as my lovely @x-elyssa-x, KaitlinEXE, @gloryraiin, @jaguardorado16, @vampireflowerarts, @zoey-nillesen, @king-trollex-fangirl, @glitchy-witchy1994, @blooeyedtroll, @kittyball23, @angoraram, @yeenstrollart, @asa-de-ouro, @whiteflame-selfship and many more, for all the beautiful commissions, gift art and loving support you have given me over the past four years, and for putting all your fantastic work and effort, and heart and soul into every single one which I absolutely love to this very day~💞🌟💙💜💛💚🌟💞 I can’t thank you all and the rest of the Trolls Fandom enough for how amazing and welcoming you’ve all been to me when I first jumped onto the bandwagon, and I am so happy I did too!💖🤗Thank-you all so much for everything, including all the dear friends I’ve made and all the loving supporters I have gained - bless you all and don’t stop being awesome~!✌🏻🤩✨💕 And finally, thank-you ever so much for everything, Cooper...my cupcake king and sweet jellybean~🩷♛🧁🫂For always being there for me, making me feel such love and happiness I never could imagine~💝🥰🌈I am truly blessed and the luckiest lass alive to such a wonderful darling like you in my life and by my side~💗😇🪽U///w///U

🎊💜♓💗♎💚🎉~Happy 4th Anniversary, Cooper...my beloved prince, my one & only...~ I love you so much with all my heart, more than life itself...and I will keep on loving you so, forevermore and beyond~🎉💜♓💗♎💚🎊

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Cooper (c) DreamWorks Trolls/DreamWorks Animation

Trollsona Jussy/Justina Butterfly & Toby/Toby's Egg (c) @jade-green-butterfly​ (Me~!)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls trollstopia #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls oc #self-insert x canon #canonxoc #true otp #trollsona jussy #justina butterfly #cooper #cooper my beloved #jussyxcooper #jussy x cooper #coossy #coossy forever #coossy forevermore #24th april #4th anniversary #coossy's 4th anniversary #coossy fanchild #toby #toby's egg #four years and counting and loving you still with all my heart and soul~<3 #thank-you so much for everything and bringing so much love into my life my beloved funk prince~<33 #loving you forever and evermore my sweet jellybean and cupcake king~<33 #you deserve all the love and happiness in the world!! <33 #I feel so blessed to have you in my life coopy~<3 #with all my love from jussy~<3 xoxo.

[ender-princee]

Okay, I'm putting this here because God do I have a lot of thoughts, and I don't have a limit here hehe.

Okay, so we all know how yesterday all the eggs (at least the ones that woke up) showed up dirty and with various other traumas. (Chayanne having the feeling he was supposed to wake up, Tallulah feeling in pain and like it would never end, Leonarda just very drawn back and quiet.) And how those with hats had them skewed off and all that.

So I know the theories for those were either a) hatching b) rotting c) they got taken by the federation and beat up.

Based on today, the eggs being missing and the only thing being left is their signature thing, all three things are still a possibility with the way they work. (Although some are more likely than others)

So a) hatching. Honestly out of the three, this is the least likely even if I want it to be true. In mythology from what I can remember, Dragons typically like much warmer climates (ie: volcanoes, deserts), so the eggs could have left of their own volition to go hatch in a warmer climate like they're supposed to. However, This is helped by cellbits code the other day that said the word "eclosion" which means to come out of a shell or pupal state, and would also be explained by quackity studios post of "Oops 🍳" (which is where I got the warmer thing because technically this would be the eggs getting "warmer")

b) rotting. This is still a big possibility as I read from someone who's owned several snakes, and since dragons are technically classified as reptiles we can guess at how their gestation period would work using snakes. It's been about 4 months since the egg event started and most snakes hatch in 45-70 days (sorry if this is inaccurate I did my best but cannot look at snakes at all so this was a little difficult to look up) and taking into account that dragons are much larger than snakes we can guess that they would have at least double the amount of time of the largest snake gestation time.

Which is about 4 months.

Of which after, snake eggs can begin to start rotting because of some shit idk (I am terrified of the things) but they would show discoloration if they did, and/or also growing bigger like Chayanne seemed to look the day before they all left.

Which could imply they are rotting, and they all left to be together when they were rotting as they didn't want to see their parents see them in that state, or the federation took them because this was happening and the plan of federation experiments had failed. (I know it's a lot and probably a long stretch but I have thoughts and I need to put them down and thanks to that one person on twt for mentioning the discoloration and sending me on a rabbit hole of thinking)

Okay finally c) the eggs got beat up by the federation. This is honestly the most likely solution for when they all showed up dirty and such. Because this followed by being kidnapped with no warning other than the cryptic code sent by quackity studios yesterday would make a lot of sense.

We saw evidence of physical attacks in ways other than the dirt and items being messed up in Chayanne being confused, Leo being uncharacteristicly quiet, and Tallulah claiming that her entire body hurt. All of which was likely the punishment of letting one of the new players die on the way back to spawn which they were specifically instructed not to do. It also makes sense as to why they waited to do this, because if they had just done this immediately, they wouldn't have everyone on the server concerned and it wouldn't be an overall punishment. They would have to wait for the new players to get to know the eggs and then the punishment would have more effect when the federation took them.

This would also make sense as none of them would just leave, and especially not without their trademark item/clothes, which has never happened (as far as I'm aware) even in the previous two times they've been kidnapped. That and the federation does not wish well for the eggs or the islanders even if cucurocho claims that we'll know where they went soon.

So in summary most likely is c, least likely is a, and god what the hell were you thinking is b because I feel like that is a major stretch but idk there's my thoughts Tumblr.

Honestly, kudos to you if you read that entire basically essay of me rambling about theories. There's probably more that I forgot lol.

#qsmp #qsmp theory #qsmp thoughts #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp leonarda #the eggs #qsmp cellbit #qsmp cucurucho #i am so normal #theory dump?? #qsmp eggs are dragons i swear

[nephilimbrute]

Yo, how you doin' ? Did you play Side Order ? What are your (gay) though ?

i'm doin alriighhtt :3 i didn't play side order actually (I don't have a switch.) but i went through a gameplay with my friend and i'm scrounging up more lore >w< we were freaking tf out the whole time. especially me. i was screaming at every cutscene

like when marina showed us her computer background i goofy-screamed Out Loud (i probably did that like 8 times in total). there's literally No straight explanation for that, pearl's literally holding marina's zipper in that and he's laying down. nonone has a pic of their Best Friend (heavy quotes) laying down smiling all pretty and handsome like that

OHHHHH THIS ONEEE😭😭😭my girl is literally tearing up she's so happy😭😭😭😭😭 all the dev diaries were sooooo fwjgwgkxkgwkhcjcxjg😭😭😭😭

AND ALL THE PEARLINA???????? my GOD this girl is crazy i hate them so much!!!! /affectionate

jesus CHRIST girl pull yourself toGETHER... "aw pearlie! you say the coolest things" "she's sooooo coool" "pearl, don't drool over my diaries. i'm right here!" "i can't help it! pearl's just too precious. she's fearless at the core and adorable on top!" among many other marina quotes. i'm speechless

and ohhhhhh dedf1sh's letters😭😭😭😭 little marina i can't do this. i get so emotional when i see her, she was just a kid😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭AHHHHHJJJJJJJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

marina's hyperfixation on excavators persists. she's such a nerdddddd!!!!!!!

and ughhhghhghjf marina agitando. i was freaking out so bad when i saw her AND PARALLEL CANON. the lore implications THE LORE IMPLICATIONS×@!!!!! this also gives me some new content to use in my AU.....devilish

i said this before but the Order you see in the dlc is in my AU as a type of malware that marina created for herself. she encrypts it into the personal software she uses as an attempt to. self destruct (off) herself. but (Un)fortunately it didn't work. she's just stuck forever wallowing in her own grief

the memverse in my AU is where marina puts everyone she has under her mind control thingy. they're all hooked into the same memverse, marina has her own that she messes with to see the possible consequences of every action she does and. stuff.

and i also said this on my alt twt acc but in the Normal Side Order(...??) my agent 4 turns into parallel canon either voluntarily or unvoluntarily. and since there's others with him i decided to make them robotic clones of 8 and cap3. and they only serve to mock agent 8 and what little they remember of their lovers and themself, a materialized deteriorating memory

tbh i was more focused on the theme of side order instead of dedf1sh stuck in the elevator with two lesbians that would do the unthinkable if they weren't there

here's how i see it. so much for your memories fading away while you are actively trying to get them back

i also kept freaking out At dedf1sh. i shouted them for to get off the screen each time they popped up (also affectionate). creepy zombie GET OUT. dedf1sh and their dumb puppy eyes

unconscience is sooooo good i only listened to it twice and if i did any more times i would be gone and in the woods somewhere

i loved all the bosses.........marina and parallel are my favs....also rondo. That thing's so horrifying i love it. when i saw it i was like "what kind of panopticon shit is this....." and was absolutely THRILLED! to see that it was actually based on a panopticon as well as the floor level (0ct0ptic0n)

and these album covers??????they're so fucking AWESOMEEEEeee i love the album art of splatoon. when i saw all the stuff in alterna i was so amazed. the gear is so awesome too i wish i played splatoon. i'd grind the shit out of side order tbh......smollusk is so cute the. Awwww awww

also this dlc made me realize i'm a big machine but make it girly

as Side Order C.E.O i feasted GOOD this was a bountiful harvest

#splatoon #side order spoilers #side order au #inbox q

[mandomaterial]

Forgotten pt.3

Pairing: Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, mentioned pregnancy, no fluff

Notes: OOoofff, im publishing this at 2 am. TwT im so dead. But anyway… do u guys think that Tonowari should find out? Cus i kinda don’t wanna tell him tbh… what else should happen? Pls leave a comment- i need more ideas. :3 pic not mine, credit to the owner!

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Birds chirped, the sun warming their feathers as they sang together with the gentle sound of the ocean. Small rays of sun snuck through the gaps in the marui and hit the Olo'eyktan's face. Waking up like this was truly peaceful and relaxing.

Tonowari's eyes flickered open, as he reached out to his mate, he was met with nothing but empty space. He rolled over and continued feeling around for you but was met with nothing. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes to clear away the last remnants of sleep. His eyes cracked open, squinting whilst adjusting to the light, and looking around. He was alone in the pod so he decided to check on his kids. Their tent was connected to his with a flap, which he opened slightly to peek inside. There they were, each sleeping on their beds, calmly.

Everything was calm; too calm. Suddenly everything ruched back to him; all the horrid memories of the past day. The reality of his situation crashed down on him like a wave, and his heart sank. His beloved had been taken from him.

He stumbled back to your shared sleeping mat, sitting down and reaching for your pillow, bringing it up to his nose, and inhaling your scent. Normally you’d never use it, choosing to sleep in his arms instead, so it wasn’t as potent. But he’d recognize your scent anywhere, the smell of the ocean foam mixed with herbs and medicine, a hint of sweetness and warmth, it truly calmed him down.

He looked around the room, and his eyes fell on his wife's belongings scattered around the room. Scanning the room, everything reminded him of you. The small trinkets you had collected over the years, your most recent weaving projects, and clothes. But something caught his eye, a small box that he was unfamiliar with was hidden under a small pile of material.

He shuffled over to it, picking it up and inspecting it. It was made of mother of pearl, beautifully decorated with small teal stones, and clearly delicately handcrafted. Carefully swiping his thumb over the top he admired it. Then he slowly opened the lid and it revealed a small toy. With nimble fingers, he took it out and set the box down simultaneously. What he held in his hand seemed to be a small doll, it resembled an ilu, that was unfinished, the pattern on its back suddenly stopping.

He felt the softness of the fabric and the smoothness of the stuffing. He noticed the intricate stitching that his mate had put into it, and the care you had taken to make sure that every detail was perfect. As he held the stuffed animal he felt a sense of comfort wash over him, a sense of familiarity that reminded him of you. You loved making toys, whether they were for your own children or the newborns of the tribe, your small fingers working the fabrics into adorable animals with such skill and precision, that he could only admire. Tonowari stroked the ilu’s head softly, the toy being barely bigger than his hand.

Tonowari closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He thought of his you and the love you had poured into making the toy. He could almost picture you sitting on the floor, stitching away with a smile on your face, completely absorbed in your work. It brought sadness to his heart.

Oh, how he wished he could turn back time, he would have forbidden you to follow him into the battle; he would have locked you in the marui to keep you safe. But he knew that he couldn't change the past. All he could do was hold onto the memories and cherish the small things that reminded him of his mate. He clutched the little ilu tightly in his hands, feeling a sense of comfort in its softness. He put it back into its box and placed it back where he found it.

Taking a deep breath he got ready for the day. He had to tell his people what happened; they deserved to know. A step away from leaving his pod, a thought shot through his mind. He had to find something before leaving. Carefully looking through your stuff he was searching for something with a newfound urgency, having to have a piece of you with him. He finally found it.

Your song cord. The string was a gentle mix of blue and green, similar to his son’s, some of the beads resembled his daughter’s, a few pearls and small shells. Tonowari traced the charms until he came to his favorite one; a piece of crystal clear polished crystal that he gifted you. It marked the day that the two of you mated; marking the beginning of a new chapter of your now-shared lives.

He wrapped the cord across the piece of leather that crossed his heart, wanting to keep you close. Tonowari finally felt ready to leave the calm atmosphere of your home. And so he did.

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He called for a tribe meeting; almost everyone gathered in the communal marui. Silence filled the room when Tonowari entered, Ronal following behind him, sitting at his designated spot where everyone could see him.

Taking a look at his audience he spoke “Last night we faced a horrible battle, although none of us were injured someone did leave us.” Once heard the people started wondering and murmuring “Our beloved Tsahìk has been taken by the sky people” This sent a wave of shock through the crowd. Gasps and sounds of horror were uttered. “I will send out troops in search of her, but for now Ronal will temporarily take her place as Tsahìk. Please come to her if need of guidance or medicine.” Tonowari looked over to Ronal, whose face only reflected sadness and grief. She gave a nod to the people, confirming what the Olo'eyktan had just said but not uttering a single word. “We will hold a ceremony by the cove of the ancestors, to commemorate and pray for her return” Tonowari was clenching his fists as he searched the crowd for the Sully family. Once he found them he held eye contact with Jake. He could see the guilt that plagued his mind, for all he was the reason the sky people came to the reef, but Tonowari wouldn’t blame this on him but he was going to have a talk with him about where the daemons rested.

The Olo'eyktan adjourned the meeting and everyone went back to their tasks as he walked up to Jake and Neytiri. The two of the greeted him by raising their hand to their forehead and lowering it again, he returned the greeting “Jake, we must discuss the situation further. Follow me to a more private Marui” He led them to a smaller marui, but not his own. He wouldn’t be able to stay focused, with all of your things surrounding him.

Tonowari sat down across from Jake and his mate and he felt a twinge in his heart as Neytiri clung to her mate’s arm for comfort. Together they started planning and discussing their options for finding you.

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As soon as Ronal stepped into the Tsahìk pod, she could feel memories rushing back to her. The woven floor was worn out, from so many people entering every day, baskets upon baskets of herbs and medical remedies were stacked against the wall. She was familiar with almost everything in the room. After all, she had spent years here with you, both training as tsakarem.

Ronal stepped inside to look for a few of your Tsahìk tools, that she could borrow for the time being. As she looked through the baskets, her mind drifted back to a time when she and her sister would spend hours practicing healing techniques together, having fun, and trying new things. You had been teenagers then, eager to learn and eager to help your community.

Remembering her favorite moments with you brought a smile to her face, whilst rummaging through everything, trying to organize it again. You never really had a system with how and where you kept your things. But somehow you always knew where everything was when you needed it. As she was rearranging it was almost as if Ronal could feel your presence next to her, even though she was no longer there. She could feel the memory of her sister's touch, helping the wounded warriors, together.

Once she was satisfied with the placement of everything she remembered why she came here in the first place; she needed your tools. But even as she looked over everything again, she couldn’t even find your bag. Where could it be? She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second until the idea of everything being in your personal pod popped into her head. Sighing, she rose from the ground and strode over to the familiar marui, greeting those who walked past her on the way.

She announced that he was entering, only to find it empty. The pod still reeked of you, your things everywhere. Ronal couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she thought of her missing sister.

Crouching down, she looked over your things; quickly finding your Tsahìk bag and different knives. She was about to leave when something shiny caught her eye; she didn’t mean to be nosy but she just had to check what it was. Reaching over, she lifted the sewing materials, finding a box. A very beautiful box, made out of mother of pearl; the same box Tonowari noticed earlier.

She admired the box, turning it in her hands. It looked like the ones you had made in the past for your two children, once you found out that you were with child. Carefully lifting the lid, she peered inside; a little stuffed toy looked back at her. A little ilu.

Her hand wrapped itself around the toy, lifting it out of the box and into her lap, carefully touching the different materials. She had seen you do this before. You always made a toy for the newborns of the clan. Why were you making another? As far as she knew, no one was expecting a child. Unless…

She gasped in shock as she remembered a conversation you had with her a week before the battle. You had told her that you’d been feeling unwell, unsure of the reason you wanted to talk about the possibilities. For every time that you had been sick, your sister had taken over the healing pod. You talked about how your body felt different, but not unfamiliar. Something had changed inside you and you wanted to find out what. Ronal had assured you that it wouldn’t be anything too serious and that she would help you check in the next few days.

Everything seemed to line up now. But could it be? Could you be with child again? Ronal didn’t know what to do with this information. It could all have been a coincidence but she was almost sure that it wasn’t. You had made the pretty box, the toy and you had symptoms of pregnancy. In any other case, Ronal would have been overjoyed with this news, but you weren’t home, you weren’t in a safe place, you had no support, and you were all alone; with the enemy. She didn’t even want to think of all the horrible scenarios that were possible now. What would they do to you? What would they do when they found out that you were with child?

Ronal started tearing up as she packed away the toy. She didn’t know if she should share this newfound information. How would Tonowari react? He was already consumed with guilt that you had been taken. What would happen when he found out that you were carrying his child? Thoughts swarmed her head as she tried to settle on a solution. At least for now, she would not tell him. She had no right to tell him; it would only push him into more grief and she wasn’t even sure that she was right.

For now, she could only pray to Eywa.

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Cross Referencing A Werewolf's Progress Part One

"A Werewolf's Progress" is sort of my Marauders fanfic Magnum Opus, a seven part (plus bonus fic) series which follows Remus from 1971- 1998 where the canon diverges (and becomes much happier and with added wolfstar) in the summer of 1994.

As all 8 fics are set in the same universe (or will be - four of them remain as yet unwritten) they all reference each other back and forth and some of my brilliant, eagle eyed readers occasionally spot a reference or a bit of foreshadowing and mention it in the comments. It's really cool when they do that (shows that they're paying attention! 😂) so I've decided to put together a cheat sheet for all the in-universe cross references that exist so far, starting - naturally - with the first year of the Hogwarts era fic "The Wolf's Tail"

1. Sirius's wand - in Ch2 of "The Wolf's Tail" Remus buys his wand from Mr. Ollivander (Cypress and Unicorn hair - Cypress wands match with those who will die a noble death). Before he is chosen by his own wand, he tries an eleven inch Holly and Phoenix Feather wand, which many readers spot as being Harry's, but he also tries a 12 3/4 inches Fir and Dragon Heartstring wand (good for defensive spells). In Ch18 it is revealed that Sirius's wand is Fir and Dragon Heartstring. 12 and 3/4 inches. Good for defensive spells. in ch22 Sirius remembers buying his wand and remembers:

He had been matched with his Fir and dragon heartstring wand - twelve and ¾ inches and good for defensive spells. ‘Well, well,’ Ollivander had said - staring at him with his large, misty eyes. ‘I tried this wand on another young boy just a day ago and got nothing; it must have known you were coming, my boy, was waiting for you...' 

Ollivander goes on to say:

 'Yes - yes - interesting. Of course Fir favours those of a strong mind. Determination, focus. My Grandfather, Gerbold Ollivander, used to call it “the survivor’s wand” - and it is an unusually resilient wood. Those who wield it are themselves resilient - and oftentimes more than a little intimidating. You will be one to watch, young man.’

In ch4 of "A Grim Tale" (which is set during the canon timeline and relates directly to the events of POA) a freshly escaped Sirius visits Diagon Alley (as Padfoot) and:

He saw Ollivander’s wand-shop, its sign still peeling, the lights dimmed for the evening. He peered through the window, seeing the dusty boxes piled high to the ceiling- and the same three legged stool his mother had sat on when he went to buy his wand, all those years ago. Merlin, how clearly he remembered that day, and now - free of the dementors - how clearly he remembered being that little boy: so proud to be going to Hogwarts, but with all the weight of his family name on his shoulders; fearful of his mother’s disapproval and yet desperate to prove he was nothing like her. Well - he had got that wish. 

He remembered being handed his wand (Fir and dragon heartstring, 12 and ¾ inches, good for defensive spells), remembered the sudden feeling of warmth in his wand hand when he had gripped it, and the golden stars that had shot out from the tip. And he remembered Ollivander saying it was a resilient wand, that those who wielded it would be resilient themselves. He had called Fir “the survivor’s wand” … Well, that had been true enough in the end. 

2. Remus hates James and Sirius - In ch3 of TWT, when they first arrive at Hogwarts, Remus shares a boat across the lake with two idiots ('scruffy hair and glasses' and 'an impossibly handsome little boy') who rock the boat, and splash each other and completely drench Remus in the process. He sighs deeply and looks forward to reaching the school where he will hopefully never have to see them again. He references this during the Azkaban Years, in Letters to No One, in one of the many letters he writes to Sirius and leaves unsent:

For it is, of course, twenty years ago today that we rode the Hogwarts Express for the first time. I remember getting in the same little boat to cross the lake with you and James - and how you kept splashing each other - and me! And making the boat rock. How I hated you both! (Although it was only four days away from the full moon, if I remember correctly. I was not at my most patient. You know how I get).    

How I had no idea then what it was the two of you would come to mean to me.

He was remembering correctly when he said it was four days from the full moon:

It was very dramatic looking - the big harvest moon, and the silhouette of the ancient, sprawling school. But to Remus, the moon winked down at him like a malevolent eye. The other boy wrinkled his nose, 'are you sure that's full?' he asked. 'Isn't it just gibbous?'

... Behind them, Remus didn't say anything. But he could tell them, well enough, that it wasn't full. In fact, he could tell them that it was precisely four nights away from being full. If that moon was full - then these boys - all these people, even the giant, would be in a whole world of danger. As it was, the greatest threat to their safety simply felt tired and achy.

3. The enchanted belt buckle - in ch7 of TWT, Professor Binns teaches their first History of Magic Lesson about the story of Gudruk the Cunning, Melchior the Bold and an enchanted belt buckle which could deflect any curse:

'I see you have your textbooks out, please turn to page 12 - we will start with the long term causes of the 1242 Goblin rebellion - which in turn led to the 40 year Goblin war, which started in 1465. Now - in 1201, Gudruk the Cunning fashioned a belt buckle from the purest silver and laid many enchantments upon it - as Goblins have the ability to work great wonders with metal of all sorts and weave their own magics in it. He sold it to a wizard, Melchior the Bold, with the promise that when he wore this belt buckle no curse or jinx could harm him…'

'...when Melchior died in 1235, Gudruk and his children claimed that the belt buckle was to revert back to their ownership. Melchior's son, Ichior, had different ideas - however. Ichior was a combative wizard, who wished for the protection that the belt buckle might give him. He claimed that, paid for by wizard's gold - the buckle was now the possession of his own family. But that is not how Goblin's view transactions between gold and their own crafted metals. Fearing they would take the buckle back, Ichior hid it where none but he could find it. Gudruk's son - Bognog the bearded - broke into Ichior's home and seized the wizards' wand in revenge…'

'...After running amok and giving the then Chief of the Wizard's Council - the wizard's council is the governing body that preceded the Ministry of Magic before its foundation in 1707 - a particularly fine pair of antlers, it was decreed (once his antlers had been removed) that never again would a none human wield a wand.'

This history lesson is then referenced by Sirius in ch 28 of It Wouldn't Be an Adventure Without You:

‘Maybe…' Remus said. 'But then again, I think they take more pride in the... stuff they create than in the coins they cast. You know, they don’t really think goblin-made items can be bought by wizards. They think we just hire them. We pay our hundreds of galleons and then we get to keep whatever it is until we die - but the way the goblins see it, it then reverts back to their ownership. They take a very dim view of wizard inheritance laws.’ 

‘Yeah … I remember something about that in a History of Magic - something about an enchanted belt buckle and a war that raged for hundreds of years.’

4. The Legendary Molly Prewett - As the boys look forward to their first Quidditch match at Hogwarts in ch8 of TWT they are particularly interested in the Gryffindor line up as:

The house’s legendary beaters, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, had left at the end of the previous year - and no one was quite sure how the team would fare without them. They had been on the team since their second year - when their equally legendary older sister, Molly, had been made the Quidditch Captain in her final year (people had said she was good enough to play for England, but she had since got married and had a baby instead).

Mrs. Weasley's legendary prowess at Quidditch is mentioned again in Ch1 of A Grim Tale, when Sirius first sees the photo of the Weasley family in his borrowed newspaper:

He turned to the next page and stared in amazement as Fabian and Gideon Prewett stared back at him, waving cheerily. It took him a few moments to realise that they were far too young - it could not be the twins he had known back in The Order. And anyway - the Prewett twins were dead. They had not survived the war … too many people had not survived the war.

He looked at the headline:       

Ministry of Magic Employee Scoops Grand Prize

The article was about a man called Arthur Weasley who had won The Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw and taken his (rather large) family on holiday to Egypt. Well… that explained it. Sirius did not know Arthur Weasley, but Molly Weasley was Molly Prewett as was: The legendary Gryffndor Quidditch Captain who had been good enough to play for England, only she had chosen to get married and had a baby instead. 

‘Baby’ had clearly become ‘babies’ - and they were now mostly Hogwarts age. Including a pair of twins who were the very image of their uncles. But there were also three older boys, a pretty little girl and a tall, rather lanky boy - right in the middle of the photo - with his pet rat sitting on his … 

5. Remus's hidden talent - in ch9, as the first term comes to an end, Remus discovers Sirius and James on an isolated stretch of castle wall holding the type of competition which covers no one in glory. After mocking their attempts and being taunted into joining in:

The three boys lined up in front of the castle wall - measuring carefully so they were all the same distance away. Then they fiddled with their flies. ‘Alright - on your marks, get set - go!’ 

All three of them aimed as high as they could … Remus leaned back slightly and hit well above James’ previous attempt. 

‘How are you doing that?’ the other boy asked, sounding envious - he leaned back as well, copying Remus’s tactic - but still couldn’t get the same height on it. 

These competitions are repeated numerous times throughout their school years but Remus (who dubs himself "Remus the Penis") is always the victor.

Over 20 years later in ch3 of IWBAAWY an older, sadder, more jaded (and totally flustered because Sirius is so hot) Remus thinks back on these "golden" times:

He climbed over the wizard, took out his tooth brush and toothpaste and began to brush his teeth. Behind him he was aware of Sirius abandoning the unconscious man and then … he was having a wee. Remus rolled his eyes. 

It wasn’t that they hadn’t used to go to the toilet in front of each other all the time back when they were boys - of course they did - they shared a dorm and bathroom, and skived off lessons and hid out in the boys toilets all the time. And some of those castle bathrooms - the urinals were basically one big trough. Over seven years together they had hardly been precious about their privacy. They had been teenage boys - they used to have competitions to see who could get it highest up the wall (Remus had always won - even when it was all four of them. A high water mark was apparently his hidden talent). There was nothing either of them had not seen before.  

But they weren’t boys anymore. They were men.

And the spectre of their competitions crops up again in ch17:

He took his wand from his pocket and gave it a miserable flick. ‘Aguamenti,’ he muttered.   

Immediately an impressive fountain of water shot from the tip, into the air, curved down and splashed against the rocky ground. 

‘Aguamenti,’ Sirius said, copying him. A very short burst of water shot out of the end, and then plummeted to earth. 

Sitting there together - conjuring the water and watching how far it could spurt - Remus was suddenly reminded of all their contests back at school … up against a wall, when no one else was looking … the ones he had always won. Even when it was the four of them. 

He coughed, uncomfortably - and flicked his wand to stop the fountain. 

Sirius seemed to be thinking along the same lines. ‘It always was your special talent, Moony,’ he said glumly. ‘James and me could hex you before you’d even grabbed your wand … but you always hit the highest up the wall… and now I can’t even hex you.’

But holding a literal pissing contest against the side of a castle wall leads to:

6. Remus's first detention - ch9 TWT

And then they heard Peter shriek - and the sound of stumbling footsteps. They turned to look in alarm … but not quite everything got put away in time … drops of yellow sprinkled out onto the snow, right by a pair of boots. Remus stared at the boots - and then looked up in horror to see the stern - and utterly disgusted - face of Professor McGonagall.

Her lips had all but disappeared. ‘Detention!’ she barked - as the three boys fiddled desperately with their flies. ‘I have never - in all my years at this school - seen such a revolting display of behaviour. Mr. Lupin, I am surprised at you! ’  

All buttoned up and safely tucked away at last, Remus cringed. His face was bright, beetroot red - and James and Sirius were the same. 

‘The three of you will be cleaning these walls tomorrow night - and twenty points from Gryffindor. Each . Now get inside.’ 

Remus and Sirius reminisce about this unfortunate occurrence in ch21 of IWBAAWY

And then they couldn’t stop laughing - the talk of school was making them feel all warm inside, filling them up like Butterbeer, and everything - no matter how inane - just seemed very funny all of a sudden. And they kept on laughing and reminiscing all the way through dessert. 

‘...No - but the worst time, the very worst time - was my very first detention…’ Remus said, screwing his eyes closed at the memory of mortification still fresh after 25 years. 

Sirius snorted into his pudding. ‘That was my fault.’ 

Remus's very next sentence:

‘It was - I hadn’t forgotten … And I couldn’t even look Big Macca in the eye all year, this past year, in case she hadn’t forgotten.’ 

is a direct reference to his dire prediction of over 20 years earlier:

‘I’m not going back to Transfiguration ever ,’ Remus said. ‘She’ll never forget. Not tomorrow, not next term … when we’re in seventh year … we could bump into her when we’re … we’re ... thirty four - and she’ll still know that she’s seen our ... thingumajigs .’ 

Thirty four, of course, being the age he is in POA. Both chapters (9 for TWT and 21 for IWBAAWY) are the first chapters in their respective fics where "Big Macca" is used as the boys' nickname for Professor McGonagall.

7. Sirius and Remus sharing a bed - in ch10 of TWT Sirius climbs into bed with Remus to talk about the upcoming holidays and how he is feeling about having to return home. This is the first of many times the two boys share a bed and is referenced in ch2 of IWBAAWY when adult Sirius wakes up early and gets into bed with a sleeping Remus:

He pried one bleary eye open, caught sight of the pale sunlight creeping through the crack in the curtains and then watched in surprise as Sirius got into the bed beside him. ‘What time is it?’

‘Early.’ 

... ‘What are you doing?’

‘What do you mean?’ 

He just stared at Sirius - he looked down at the bed and then back up at the man who had forced his way into it. 

Sirius looked nonplussed. ‘What? We always get into each other’s beds if one of us wakes up early.’ 

‘At Hogwarts … when we were children .’ 

Later, in ch23, when Sirius finally confesses his love, he claims:

‘Oh come on, Moony. I’ve said it a hundred times - in a hundred different ways. Do you really think I know so little about the world that I don’t realise grown men don’t climb into each other’s beds and hold each other every night? Did you think I just forgot how people behave, while I was in Azkaban?’ 

And says he has loved Remus:

‘Since we were boys. Maybe since we met … but I was too young to recognise it then.’

So his getting into bed with Remus has always been his way of telling Remus he loved him, from the very beginning.

8. Hope's last jumper - in ch10 of TWT Hope gives Remus a jumper she knitted herself as one of his Christmas presents, which he wears on Christmas day along with his new Tutshill Tornadoes scarf. After she dies, he wears it at home:

and he kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself, as if hugging her jumper was somehow the same as hugging her. 

He puts it away forever, in his second year, when Mulciber's sneering forces him to admit it is much too small and Sirius explains to James that this is painful for Remus because it is like he is losing the final piece of his mum. They talk about Hope and her jumper again in ch32 of IWBAAWY:

'My mum could knit an entire jumper with just her needles and a ball of wool. Do all sorts of fancy patterns in it.’

‘Yes - I remember your mum’s last jumper - you wore it until the sleeves finished halfway up to your elbows and you could barely move your arms in it. Do you still have it?’     

‘... Yes.’

Sirius gave his hand a squeeze. 

9. Mary's amazing nose - Mary McDonald's retrousse nose is first introduced in ch12 of TWT:

 Mary McDonald looked disdainfully at the quaffle in her hands, which she was supposed to be practising chest passes with, and - with a sniff of her beautifully upturned nose - said: ‘I wish we could play lacrosse instead.’

It is talked about again a few years later in ch64 when Sirius and Remus identify her as the best looking girl in their year because:

‘She’s got all that swishy, blonde hair - and her nose turns up.’

‘It’s called retrousse,’ Remus added, ‘a nose like that.’ 

‘It is a fantastic nose,’ Sirius said. 

Such is their admiration of Mary's nose, that they reminisce about it fondly 20 years later while on the run and hiding out in the Black Forest in ch7 of IWBAAWY:

'But Mary McDonald - she had all that long, wavy, blonde hair. And her nose turned up. Retrousse it’s called. Whereas Lily’s nose - it was no different to anyone else’s.’

10. Sirius and Remus do the crossword - Sirius liking to do The Daily Prophet crossword is one of the facts we know about him from canon. His first attempt at it comes in ch13 of TWT:

Sirius finally looked up, slapped Peter across the head with his newspaper, and then buried his nose back in it.

Remus watched them both in bemusement for a while. ‘What - what are you doing with that thing anyway?’ he asked Sirius, nodding to the copy of the Prophet that was so engrossing his friend. It seemed as good a way as any to change the subject from himself and his mysterious absence. 

‘I’m attempting the crossword.’

‘Oh - how’s it going?’ 

‘Badly. What’s a ten letter word for a parasite that is attracted to magic but has been known to attack muggle electrical goods? Used in potions.’ 

‘Chizpurfle,’ Remus told him. 

And him and Remus working on the crossword together becomes an activity they share across their years at Hogwarts. Sirius thinks about this in ch1 of TGT when he gets hold of Fudge's paper:

Just holding this thing was like having a little part of Remus here in the cell with him. The rustle of the pages, the smell of the ink … it reminded him of their golden past. Hogwarts. Home. The roaring fire in Gryffindor common room (when warmth was something he had taken for granted), James playing wizards’ chess with … well, James playing wizards’ chess, and Remus balanced on the arm of Sirius’s chair helping him with the crossword clues. 

Eagerly, he flicked through until he found the right page. And, staring at those black and white squares - for the first time in twelve years - felt like suddenly seeing Remus, like he was waving to him from across the years … Not that he remembered what Remus looked like. He had spent too long carefully not thinking of his face to remember that. 

He read a clue to himself - and was transported back in time: 

‘Nine down - carnivorous beast also  known as the “the living shroud” is a lethifold.’

‘Thanks.’

And when the boys are reunited in IWBAAWY they get a chance to finally do the crossword together again:

Ch30: The evening drew in, they conjured bowls and spoons and used magic to heat the tins of soup Sirius had bought and then settled down to do the Daily Prophet crossword together. 

Ch36: It was a few days later, when Remus was feeling healthier again - and they were sitting together, drinking tea and filling out the crossword puzzle, listening to the sounds of Mr. Johnny Cash, that there was an unexpected knock at the door.

11: Remus's Sexual Awakening - Following a truly catastrophic quidditch deafeat, Gryffindor Captain, Alexander Wood, attempts to drown himself in the showers (in true Wood fashion). in ch13, Remus catches sight of him leaving the bathrooms:

Alex had been wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist - and Remus stared in surprise at all his rippling, Quidditch honed muscles ...he’d never seen someone who looked like that before. The water droplets from the shower were dribbling slowly down Wood’s chiseled torso … though Remus suspected the water dribbling down his face was in fact tears. 

He recounts this story to Sirius in ch29 of IWBAAWY

‘Well - I saw him coming out of the showers once, with nothing but a towel around his waist. There were all these water droplets dripping down his skin and he had all these quidditch toned muscles… I was only eleven but - well, I never felt that way about a girl. It was right in that moment that I knew there was something horribly wrong with me.’

And tells him:

'You’re lucky I never met a man who had Mary McDonald’s nose and Alex Wood’s rippling pectorals … I’d have been his in an instant.’

12. Pete's backfiring wand - Peter's wand backfires for the first time in ch18 of TWT when he attempts to use the freezing charm on Sirius in a friendly duel and loses control:

Peter gave a panicked squeak, waved his wand around desperately and …

Kaboom! 

There was a huge explosion; thick, black smoke billowed up like a mushroom cloud  - and Peter was lost somewhere inside. 

McGonagall - who witnesses the scene from across the lake - thinks Sirius has blown up Peter and is just on the cusp of expelling him when James explains what really happened with Peter's wand.

And this becomes an ongoing occurrence with it backfiring and causing havoc on multiple occasions including during his end of year DADA exam in ch39.

In LTNO Sirius reveals that his belief Peter's wand had backfired and had blown him up was the reason he stood and laughed in the street when all those muggles lay dead around and him and all was left of Peter was a finger:

All these years. All these years I thought the treacherous rat blew himself up. That is why I laughed - surrounded by all the death and destruction in that street. Because I thought he reached for his wand to kill me and blew himself up instead. Worthless git. 

And in ch2 of AGT Sirius remembers both these events and realises that - somewhere along the line - Peter had learned to control his backfiring wand.

Only he had never had a chance to kill the rat himself. Peter’s wand had backfired - had blown him up … well, it had been doing that since first year. He remembered the first time - when Big Macca had watched from across the lake as Sirius had raised his wand and Peter had disappeared in a cloud of smoke … he had almost been expelled for that. Peter was willing to let him be expelled. But James had told McGonagall what had really happened - that Peter’s wand had backfired, and Peter had got a detention for cowardice and Sirius was saved.

It was the memory of all the times Peter’s wand had backfired that had made Sirius laugh like a madman, even amid the death and destruction of that awful street. All those years, all those explosions - and now the rat had got what was coming to him. 

Except he hadn’t. All these years, and Sirius had been fooled into believing the lie, along with everyone else. Somewhere along the line, and without letting his so-called friends know, Peter must have learned to control his backfiring wand. And he was alive. 

13. Sirius comforts Remus after his mum dies - When Remus returns to school after the death of Hope in ch18 of TWT, Sirius gets into bed with Remus and:

They looked at each other for a moment - staring - not knowing what to say … and then Sirius just wrapped his arms tight around him … and Remus felt something break inside of him, like a dam bursting, and his whole body seemed to crumple up and he just cried and cried, while Sirius held him tightly  - and Peter and James slept on, oblivious.

He didn’t know how long he cried for, with Sirius holding him and making soothing noises every now again but not saying anything. But eventually, he had cried himself dry, and he pulled away - a little embarrassed now. ‘Sorry.’ 

‘Don’t be sorry.’

Remus references this moment in one of his unsent letters to Sirius in LTNO:

I remember when my mum died - and I returned to Hogwarts. And you were all  a bit jumpy, like you didn’t know what to say - like you were afraid of saying the wrong thing. You all wanted to be kind - you all wanted to cheer me up - and you had no real idea what to do for the best.  

And then - when I was lying awake, staring at the ceiling (oh how used to that I have grown this past year) - I heard your footsteps cross the floor, and you appeared through my curtains, got into bed with me, wrapped your arms around me and just let me cry - you held me and let me cry while James and Peter slept on. 

And now I do not know if that boy was a lie. If that moment was a lie.

But I needed that moment at that time. And I need that memory.

And he decides:

The boy who held me after my mother died, he could never have betrayed us - could never have betrayed James. Could not kill Peter. Could not kill anyone. The little boy who held me when my mother died could never leave me all alone now. So … after all this time, I have decided: that boy died. He is dead - like James, like Peter. Another casualty of war. I loved that boy - I love him still - but he is lost, the same as the others. I grieve for him along with the others. 

And the man who sits rotting in Azkaban is not and never will be Sirius Black. Him I hate. You I love.

14: Remus used to play Monopoly with Hope - In ch10 of TWT Remus spends his Christmas playing gobstones with his dad and Monopoly with Hope. Later, in ch19, he makes a reference to the game which Sirius does not understand.

‘Nah - turns out Big Macca’s a big softie - you just need to know which button to press. She will turn a complete blind eye to us being out of bounds as long as we’re with you.’  

‘I’m your get out of jail free card.’

‘What’s that?’ 

‘Nothing - just part of a muggle game I used to play with my mum … well,’ he snapped his book closed. ’I suppose it would be cruel of me to refuse to come with you - you need me.’ 

In the final chapter of IWBAAWY, Sirius and Remus visit Mr. Lupin at his house and look through some of Hope's old things, and take some home with them:

‘Alright - if you can find the record player - you can have her records.’ He rooted around in the trunk. ‘And here’s the Monopoly board. I hope the pieces are still all there.’ He folded up the dress and put it carefully back into the trunk, before locking the box again.   

They stood up, their arms loaded with Hope’s long forgotten treasures. ‘This is a good haul,’ Sirius said. ‘It’s better than Christmas … I like muggle stuff. I like the muggle world.’    

Remus smiled fondly. ‘I know you do.’ 

And Remus and Harry teach Sirius how to play:

They set up the Monopoly board - and patiently explained the rules over and over to Sirius - who always played as the dog and had an unfortunate habit of getting sent to jail.

And lastly (for now)

15. Remus snores (but he refuses to accept it) - in ch19 of TWT Sirius climbs into bed with Remus, as he knows he isn't sleeping:

‘How?’

‘You weren’t snoring.’

‘I don’t snore.’

‘Remus, you always snore.’ 

This conversation is mirrored almost exactly in ch2 of IWBAAY when once again (now adult) Sirius climbs into bed with (now adult) Remus:

‘You were snoring.’ 

‘I don’t snore.’

‘You have always snored.’ 

So... That's everything from the first year of The Wolf's Tail that is referenced again in another fic later in the series for now, though there will be more when the currently unwritten three remaining fics fics are published, as stuff is already planted that has not come to fruition yet.

This took ages but, I will come back to do the same for second year when I get a chance.

#fanfic meta #marauders #marauders fanfic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #self indulgent post

[nyan-koii]

I’m thinking of writing a seb/jenson fic where seb is like really really embarrassed during sex, like he can barely handle it because repression due to yada yada, Jenson then tries to help him by dirty talk, praise, encourage seb to make the first move etc

Idk if it should be a 5+1 thing (5 times Jenson made the first move 1 time seb did) or if I should just make Jenson really humiliating and poking fun at him which results in Sebastian wanting to crawl into himself ?

Idk if it should be like a 10k+ fic with plot and angst and all or just pure smut TwT

(Also, same person as sebmarkson anon lol!)

HIII SMS ANONNN i hope you're doing well 🥰 miss seeing you in my inbox but youre here and that matters !!

A sebson 5 + 1 FIC WITH VIRGIN SEB WHO IS SHY AND REPRESSED ABOUT HIMSELF AND FLIRTY JENSON WHO IS TRYING TO PUSH HIM OUT OF HIS SHELL???? 😳😳😳😳😳 i think you might just come here to drop the most insane fic idea ever in the sebson tag anon !!

Hmmm if i were to give my opinion, 5 + 1 fic is much better tbh!! It gives you the in depth of what theyre, what jenson is, doing to make sure seb is comfortable and plus much much more scenarios ! Sure a oneshot could work but writing it will be hard to connect the plot instead of doing drabbles and somehow links to one another ! But its just my humble opinion anon

Seb crying 🥺?? Seb crying because hes shy and he thinks that jenson will find him weird because of the kinks he has but jenson is all hard when seb tells him that?? Oughhh dear god i can see how the angst is working out on here. Jenson who genuinely loves seb and wants the best for him but seb who is hiding the real him away from the man he love in order to not make him feel disgusted when he sees the real seb. Gnawing ony my fist right now, im gonna think about this.

It can be a porn with plot fic ngl but i do love 5 + 1 fic more because its simple but also have many scenarios put together

I wonder how will seb react to jenson telling him that what he has is perfectly normal? Gosh seb would call him daddy in the smallest tiniest voice ever and jenson couldnt help but to coo and tell him to do it more. Seb trembling in excitement but also fear when hes getting blindfolded. Jenson humiliating seb when the boy makes the first move. My brain is exploding anon ggawhm... i need this rn.... im gonna think of it for the next few days

Sobby seb 🥺🥺 yea i get where youre coming from. Sobby seb is one of the cutest seb genre and needs to be paid more attention!!

And OMG ANON SHSHHSHSHSH HELP MEEE 🤣🤣dont worry, ur not alone i do it too. i wish i was mark webber too.... at the very least i wish i was the fly on the wall whenever sebmark is in the same room :(

#anon tells #sms anon tells #GAWHH I MISS YOUUU #i hope youre doing welll^^ #ive been busy these days #but im finally free a bit and have one more week left before my next sem starts ! #im looking forward to be active here more ��� so sorry guys #but this sebson idea has potential to be great #it kinda reminds me of 09 sebson ngl #boyish seb with a handsome man jenson #do you guys see the vision? #pls update us with ur progress as always anon ! #looking forward for your next asks !!

[female-buckets]

probably unpopular opinion but enough with the team stewie and a'ja (I love them both 🥺 so no hating over here from my part) unfortunately tho I'm tired of it. I get it for those who love it and it might seem crazy to hate on it especially since it hasn't been done that much but I'm still "meh" about it. skylar said on twt she wishes for the east vs west again and tbh so do I, just a preference really

But... actually East vs West sucked 🤭

Back in 2011, Lauren sat out the all-star game. She didn't want to be on Team West with Diana and Penny 😂

This year, A'ja and Stewie were able to put Satou and Arike on different teams. That probably made the weekend a little less stressful. If they were drafted to the same team, they'd probably be dreading it for weeks. And maybe they wouldn't have gotten back together.

They also did all-star captain teams in 2018. They had Candace Parker versus Elena Delle Donne. And that was a really fun all-star game.

By choosing the two most popular players to be all-star captains, we get teams based off of cliques and vibes. And yes, that does mean the teams end up partying way more than they would otherwise. I think that's okay. I don't mind if they're not competing hard during all-star. I don't want anyone to get injured or worn out. It's a longer season than it used to be. Let them drink and dance and clown around.

#wnba

[downstairsbar]

Quick ? but how do you deal with writers block? The AO3 tag is so stale and I want to be the change iI wish to see in the world but I'm just staring at my screen and I can't move my fingers. I'm worried it won't be as good as your works and other writers I admire. 🤧 Would love and appreciate any advice you can spare 🥺🥺🥺

well for one don't compare your writing in a good or bad way to other ppls!! i know this is of course easier said than done but even if u just approach it as a skill that's on a spectrum of goodness then just like idk playing the piano or writing a bike or baking bread it takes practice and you wouldnt tell someone who's only been practicing a few years that they suck bc beethoven exists (not that im comparing myself to beethoven although we are both black). plus i've had a lot of privileges re writing like being more inclined to it as a child, a generally good k-12/primary school experience as well as being south florida version of model minority that's opened me to opportunities and encouragement to work on creative writing and then even like college stuff i literally minored in crw and lit SO ALL THAT TO SAY not only have i prob had more practice than u/been writing longer than you, but there were many other factors that helped me in that practice yunno...which isn't me trying to say that it was just the external factors but that's just where the piano analogy comes back around. ok sorry idk why im being so dramatic about this and rambling so much but tldr pick ur chin up queen ur crown is falling.

but in terms of breaking writers block... i had another anon ask me this too but i couldnt even figure out how to answer it bc i was like please let me know when u have an answer too.... sjf;nvifbusjd on top of being busy lately i'm blocked so its been happening for me too... buttttt i think whats usually mot useful to me is sprinting with friends (usually in 15-20 minute intervals, although i prefer 15) and then share wc together or progress if they're not writing (i've done it w friends where they were cleaning or doing research or whatever or one of uswas the only one doing something and then reported back to the other) w writing this is esp useful bc ur not gonna tell ur friend omg go to hell u suck if they only manage to write 37 words right? so it also helps alleviate the own unreasonable constraints of progress we put on ourselves. but u only have to try for 15 minutes! 5 new words is still 5 more words than u had before :) i do this w my online friends btw not anyone in person if thats a concern. but also even if u only sprint by urself i think that can still be more successful than just long stretches of time...wow local woman invents pomodoro. or ask for prompts if u write publicly like on tumblr or twt or whatever... or only be like ok im gonna write two phone screenshots of an idea and thats it, i used to ask for prompts on twt when i was blocked in my old fandom and then let the like... outside ideas spark something i wouldnt have considered and also its a twt prompt drabble--theyre not expecting u to get out 2k for that. this also can be good framing even if ur not doing it in public! u can be like im just gonna write a scene and thats that... i hope these are helpful i know its tough and sometimes they work rly well and sometimes they dont but i hope if you didnt already know these methods that you can try one of them and get some success :)

#qs #why did i make myself sound so bourgeois in the first paragraph PLEASE I'M POOR!!!!!!! I'M WORKING CLASS!!!!!!! I JUST GOT LUCKY!!!!!!!!!! #sorry i would hate to come across middle class omfg... i get high and i start motivational speaking like a cracker 🤦🏾‍♀️

[roobylavender]

those posts that talk about how dick did x or y to help rehabilitate Jason are so funny to me bc like only bat canon dick would do that. as in the dick who was brought closer to emulating bruce to the point he has no identity anymore. I don’t think he would entertain Jason for a second once he knew what he was doing. He would sympathize with the Jason who died but he would refuse to treat the Jason who came back as a child given his kill count.

Why would you leave that in the tags! Your brain is fascinating! Please tell me more!

mostly it is a consequence of developing a bad rep among a certain batch of dick fans on my old account bc if i were to say that a lot of the toxic behaviors bruce has come to express in the past twenty years or so (aside from the physical abuse obv that should never be attributed to either of them in any situation) were actually more emblematic of dick originally then i would probably be mauled by the equivalent of internet bears. but unfortunately this is my truth

this is something i said on twt the other day but the reason to me that dick falls out with people like bruce or kory or donna is bc he puts them up on a pedestal. his attachment to them is a segue to reverence and admiration that is sort of the equivalent to him standing inside a glass house that can be shattered at literally any moment bc his expectations for the people in his life are honestly a bit ludicrous given the work they do and the environment they operate within. not to say that he's wrong when he gets angry with people like he has reasons to be skeptical of bruce's wish-washy morality at times or of kory's inclination to jump the gun or of donna's inability to prioritize efficiently. but the way he reacts is still volatile and caustic and esp after observing the way he reacted to kory's arranged marriage debacle i think it's absolutely a consequence of people failing to live up to the expectations that he has of them. he's so set in his morality and the way he defines his work bc of how it's literally all he has that it bleeds into every interaction and relationship. if he doesn't have the heroes in his life then he has nothing. if he can't rely on anyone that he expects to rely on then he has nothing. it's why i think he's so entrenched in the idea of teamwork and partnership. reciprocated trust and faith mean something to him and are as good as bonds born in blood and if you test those bonds or the rites behind them then it's like, you're testing your faith in him and everything he believes you're supposed to stand for together. and he takes that very personally

with jason what is interesting to me is that like. obv dick did not know him very well. i know the last laugh or whatever retconned it to where they used to go on vacations together but i personally ignore that bc i think it's a narrative cop out and i'm not particularly bothered by the fact that dick and jason weren't close. dick had no obligation to sub-parent someone who was ultimately bruce's responsibility, esp since dick was long gone from the coop before jason ever entered it. but in spite of that lack of physical connection there was nonetheless a symbolic one bc they were two people wearing the same colors, pursuing the same ideal, operating under the same rites of passage. which i think is what makes dick's reaction to jason's death make so much sense and his reaction to jason's resurrection and subsequent mission make so little sense. ofc dick would feel a deep kinship with the robin who died considering he was once in that position himself. ofc he would be baffled and angered by how bruce subsequently receded into himself and refused to open up to anyone and began making a martyr out of jason rather than trying harder to remember him as the son whom he adored and loved. it's about the principle bc for dick the principle is what defines the love. love is a contract and a promise and a partnership and there are things entailed by that that dick explicitly sees bruce fail to deliver on. so ofc he's angry on jason's behalf for however little he knew him

but that's not to say that the symbolic love dick has for jason remains unchanged when jason comes back. the principle of it remains and is subject to test. the shared sense of identity and ideals remains. but for however much dick would sympathize with the deceased jason for not being honored properly as bruce's son and partner i can't imagine him extending that same sympathy to the jason who goes on a self-righteous killing spree in the name of justice. it's a direct violation of the principle that he likely believed jason upheld when he was once living. it goes against everything dick would have stood for when he was fighting bruce on jason's behalf. obv jason was a child and dick would defend him to bruce bc of that too, but once again, ultimately, dick is someone utterly entrenched in heroism and using it to define his relationships and his life to the point that he cannot withstand the expectations of that heroism being broken. so i don't think dick would look at jason as the red hood and be the one to extend a helping hand. i don't think he would try to say that with his help jason can start over and be rehabilitated and blah blah blah. that is 100% bruce's line of thinking and has been since his character started actually being defined in the 70s. dick would be the guy looking at jason with utter disappointment and regret and bitterness bc he spent years defending jason in every which way only for jason to come back and spit on every symbolic thing that might have connected them to each other in another life. he would be the guy tasking himself with bringing jason down (non-lethally obv, bc he's still even more of a control freak about that than bruce is) while bruce was probably having breakdowns somewhere in the cave bc comparatively his way of coping with things devastating to him is to shut down, while dick's way of coping is to take charge and act

#and like! i know i say often that jason is still barely an adult and mostly a child when he makes his grand debut as the red hood #but that's speaking objectively #dick is highly subjective (an amusing irony). look at the standards that /he/ had for himself at eighteen #he's not going to let age or trauma be used as an excuse for what jason is doing. that's something bruce would do #people ask why bruce falls in love with questionable women or keeps giving certain villains a chance and it's like. he's an idealist #i don't think dick is a cynic in comparison. but he's not as deluded. he'll judge you for making bad choices #bc it's what he's used to doing with himself in order to temper himself as a hero and as a leader #outbox

[freezethebeez]

Takes the writing

I'll just hold this while I wait. (I was the anonymous person before. Don't know how it turned anonymous. XD)

I love writers like you. You guys give me the motivation to work on my own stuff which hasn't happened in a while. Speaking of which, imma get back to that- I can't keep piling up over 10 AUs again- (I'm easily inspired and distracted, okay? TwT)

hello former anon!!

i'm also an easily inspired and easily distracted author. i've got about 400 different ideas and au's spanning over the past 3-4 years, and countless more if we're taking into account the 6 years i've been writing.

the one thing i've learned when it comes to getting motivation to write is to do just that. literally just sit down and write. keep the document open while you do other things if you can, and the keep what you're working on in the back of your mind, so that when a spark of motivation comes you can easily take advantage of it and start/keep writing. that's what helped me get through most of my writer's blocks and has pushed me through my days or weeks of procrastination: work on the au 1 line at a time.

another thing that's helped is to let those au's pile up, because you never know which one will turn into a 100k story. that's what happened with syzygy and catalyst, which are the longest fics i've ever written. they literally just started as small au's, but spun until something wayyy more than what i planned and were/are some of my favourite fics to write.

you are the only person who can finish your story. you are the only one who can put the pieces together, and sometimes you just gotta power through and get it done, even if it's little by little.

i wish you well on your writing adventures <3

#people asking me things

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Im sorry, I don't know if you're open, if you aren't then feel free to ignore this :")

But if you are, this might be a random idea but can i get Diluc, Xiao and Childe's reaction when they learn that their GN! S/O has a natural skill to train slimes? I just think the vision of an adventurer reader constantly being followed by a small group of slime or them using them as pillows when they camp out is just too cute TwT

*:･ﾟ✧ this request is so cute hnnn i remember playing slime rancher a whole lot so this request makes me so happy <3

diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

tw: none

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• It was at your camp when Diluc found out about your natural affinity to garner slimes.

• Both of you just finished exterminating Abyss Mages in Windrise so you two ventured back to the Dawn Winery. The bad part is that it was nighttime, so you and Diluc had to make camp. It wasn't rare for you two to camp out, but it was the first few times that you and Diluc camped out together.

• You two act like an old-married couple but in the wilderness. Diluc fixes up the tent and prepares the ingredients while you start cooking. As much as you wanted Diluc to cook his signature steak, you settled for a hearty stew. Sometimes, if Diluc is feeling lighthearted, he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

• These were the moments that you treasured. You know Diluc had a tough time showing emotion and you were proud of him for taking the step forward. The fact that you have his arms around you is also a bonus, though.

• You two enjoyed the moment together, feeling his warmth as you spooned his food into his bowl, you heard the rustling of grass. Diluc tensed, summoning his claymore as he placed himself in front of you. You appreciated the sight of his crimson hair and broad back if not for the fact that the monsters that showed up were mere slimes.

• You giggled when you heard Diluc's sharp sigh through his nose. You set down the bowls and touched Diluc's shoulder. "Let me handle this."

• He watches you in mild interest, watching you go near the slimes. He nearly stepped in when the three slimes are hopping closer but he froze when he sees you pet the slimes like they were dogs. The three little Dendro slimes cuddled up to you like puppies at you cooed at them.

• Diluc watched, flabbergasted at the sight. You looked so... in your element that he wondered if you did this normally. It was only a few conversations about slime training that you did do this normally and that you actually owned a ranch with a lot of slimes that you corralled by yourself.

• He's honestly impressed by how efficient your ranch is. Each slime is corralled depending on their element and the secretions that they emit are all sold to the people who need it, more specifically Albedo who never seems to not run out on slime excretions. Your entire ranch is perfect that he can't help but be proud of how much you accomplished.

• If you allow it, he also commissions you to get slime secretions specific for his drinks. He would be remiss not to use these slimes to the fullest advantage. Of course, he pays you always in full whenever he does and you giggle when Diluc gives you a knowing look when people compliment his newest concoction.

• If you roped in Diluc in ranching, he'd be a walking stick. He'd be so frozen on the spot that you had to bite your lip to prevent saliva from going everywhere when you laugh. It was funny to see the man use a vacuum only for the Geo slimes to hit his face. You're always there to bandage his scratched face and the excuse towards people and Kaeya is that he got stuck fighting a finicky Abyss Mage.

• But Kaeya ain't gonna let the image of a Geo slime slamming itself onto his brother's face go anytime soon.

✧ Xiao

• He found out when he was chasing off demon-possessed monsters.

• It was any normal night where Xiao has to purge the evil in the land of Liyue. Some Hilichurls, some Mitachurls, even the run-of-the-mill treasure hoarders causing too much trouble, Xiao continued on. During this night, he was busy chasing the last remaining Hilichurl, using his Anemo powers to keep up with it. He was at a much closer distance now, his arm tensing as he readied to plunge the monster--

• Plop plop! The sound of cryo slimes bouncing up towards the Hilichurl. In a comedic twist of fate, the slimes started clumping up to the monster, leaving it a shivery cold mess at it stopped itself from how cold it was. Xiao gently lowered himself on the ground, looking at the sight with a blank stare.

• Hearing the sound of footsteps, he brandished his spear, eyes flitting over to the perpetrator before it turned out to be you. You were holding a geo slime in your arms as more slimes followed you like puppies. Your eyes widened at the appearance of Xiao with his brandished spear and a Hilichurl getting cuddled to hypothermia by your cryo slimes.

• "Hi, honey?"

• It took you an hour, the first few minutes are you trying to pry Xiao from killing the slimes when they got too close to you, to show Xiao that you have a natural affinity to train slimes. You showed him your ranch and all of the slimes that you've trained so far. Xiao was like a confused cat, eyes widening at each new addition to your ranch. He has to confess on how obscure this talent was, even for mortal standards.

• Still, it puts his mind at ease when he knows that you're safe with a bunch of slimes at your side. Even with their soft bodies and brainless... brains, Xiao knows that they'll at least be a distraction for you to run away.

• But still, to see you so content with a dendro slime as a pillow, watching your relaxed smile... He wishes he had more to his thighs to allow you to sleep on him instead. He grits his teeth every time he has to look at your sleeping form, with a slime underneath your head looking just as content as you are.

✧ Childe

• Out of everyone here, I think Childe would be the least surprised considering at some point, his younger siblings tried to ranch slimes only to end up frozen and sitting next to the fireplace. After a stern lecture from both his parents and older siblings, he can't help but think that whoever would do the same thing would be way too idiotic--

• Oh wait, you do it? Childe thinks it's the cutest thing in the world! Disregard the admonished stares of his younger siblings, saying that he was a simp hypocrite. He loves it and you!

• He enjoys watching you tend to the slimes like they were your own kids. He's like a little kid, watching his older sibling do something cool. If you were able to squint, you could see a little bit of a glimmer shining in Childe's eyes as you teach him how to take care of the slimes.

• Regardless, he's an excellent student. He picks up on how to take care of slimes fast to the point that he could've been your permanent helper. He handles all the heavy lifting, such as moving heavy toys for the slimes to play with, the feed that slimes needed, lifting you up in the air and twirling you around like you two are newlyweds (honestly, the image of you two settling down in a slime farm seems like the best thing Childe could think of).

• If possible, he asks if you can expand your ranch towards Snezhnaya where his siblings can watch you work. He can practically see his younger siblings' faces as you taught them how to care of slimes amidst the freezing weather. Even when Childe has to walk off the jabs that they've done to his side for falling in love with a slime rancher, he's still thinking on what ring to get.

• Remember that he's a family man and he wants to settle down at some point. Sure, he has an insatiable bloodlust but when you came along, the hunger for violence dwindled down. Each time he sees you regard slimes like they were your own children, each time you slap slime secretion on his face to instigate a play fight, each time you kiss him when he comes back from his mission; all of those things made him remember that he wasn't Tartaglia or Childe. He was Ajax, with a light in his eyes and a bunch of slime children to wrangle.

• Of course, he's still a child at heart, so if he sees you getting comfy with a slime pillow, bet he's gonna yank that slime from under you and replace it with his thighs. His thighs are packin', at least better than Xiao's, and you can feel them tense if you run your fingers over them.

• This is why you lose precious sleep and have Childe do all your chores for you. And no he gets no payment in kisses.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #xiao #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #childe #childe imagines #childe x reader

[merakiui]

Frostbite

yandere!childe x (gender neutral) reader art credit - GNSN_FA on twt cw: yandere, blood, minor gore (lacerations), unhealthy behaviors/relationship, mentions of death/hypothermia, fighting

It’s borderline animalistic, the way you cling to warmth and life like a starved, neglected hound. Your fingers stiffen in a vain attempt to flex—to successfully grasp your sword like a true warrior. The furs that were once draped over your body are ragged, torn to shreds from a dangerous battle between the elements and him. There’s no mistaking the excitement that lights his every nerve like bulbs hanging from a Christmas tree, coated in the maddening swell of potent bloodlust. If surrender was an option, you would have done it long ago.

Even then, you’re certain he wouldn’t give you such a benevolent chance no matter how hard you were to beg and plead.

Your breath materializes like a phantom in front of your face, a cruel reminder that you’re still breathing in a battered body. Your fingernails are chipped, blood running down the tips from an icy struggle, but you refuse to succumb to the cold. Instead, you allow yourself to be swept up in his electrified stare. 

“What’s the matter, comrade?” There’s a wry smile pulling his chapped lips apart, showcasing flawless teeth aligned in a perfect face. Despite the brutal wear of this current fight, he’s still handsome. And that makes you sick. “I thought you said you’ve gotten stronger. If I wanted a real battle, I would’ve challenged one of my subordinates and that’s nowhere near as fun as this!”

Keeled over in the snow, your lungs burning with each rattled inhale, you struggle to meet his eyes. The deathly chill of the Snezhnayan climate claws at your exhausted form like the porcelain fingers of a skeleton. You might as well surrender to the freezing temperatures. After all, the frostbite is far kinder than the fighting machine looming over you, the toe of his boot nudging your trembling self. 

“I... I am strong,” you manage to say before the dangerous wind pierces your throat like a dagger. Like the icicle Childe’s wielding, a happily convenient reaction between Hydro and Cryo elements. You cough and crimson paints the snow. “Strong. I’m strong.”

“Then get up.” There isn’t any warmth in his tone. Cold like ice and devoid of his former playfulness. Under all of that nonchalance, a fierce, chiseled warrior lies in comfortable wait. When his eyes trace your hunched form and he spots the blood that dribbles past your lips, practically freezing as soon as it makes contact with the frigid air, those dull hues widen. Surely he’s hit a weak spot, a vital organ or something close to a fatal blow. He wonders for a brief moment if you’re afraid of death. “You’ll freeze if you don’t move.”

A flash catches your attention and then there is the flow of suffocating water. Sharpened blades of ice surround you on all sides, nearly scraping your arms, so you force yourself onto unsteady legs. Internally, you’re searching for a way out—for a way to give up before you bite off more than you can chew. This sparring match wasn’t your request, but you had been a fool to accept, having been so certain of your strength and wit. But you aren’t accustomed to Snezhnaya, whereas Childe has spent years of his life here: training, learning, and fighting until he was worthy of the Tsaritsa’s praise. 

With sloppy movements, you cut through the ice as if it’s butter, eternally grateful for the sharpness of your trusty sword. You can’t tell when this fight will end, but you hope an opening with present itself. As soon as it does, you’re running as far as your frozen legs will take you. Like a feral beast who fights desperately against the unfair hands of the Grim Reaper, you stumble forwards, slashing blindly at your target. He’s thoroughly amused with your struggle, having seen this sort of desperation many times before on the battlefield.

It’s a depressing thing, knowing you’ll be destined for failure and yet you still push onwards. As if that will turn the tide of this battle in your favor. Childe almost admires your persistence, but it isn’t all that special. He’s seen it all before but not quite in the way you portray it. Your despair is far more delectable than that of any low-ranking Fatui soldier. Childe could bask in this for eternity and he’d never grow bored. To have you by his side as his punching bag—it excites him just a little too much. 

Naturally, the more he spars with you, the more he’ll grow accustomed to your attack and defense patterns. A strategy is only worthwhile if it rakes in victory. No matter the cost. No matter how many fall and grovel, begging for their pitiful lives. In a way, his moral compass is rather skewed. He supposes that makes him a bad person, but he’s never been one for the hero role. 

Childe taps your shoulder and you whirl, slicing upwards with your sword. The blade cuts the air, not the torso of the man who jumps back with such deadly precision. The expression he’s wearing haunts you: a wicked smile, pupils blown wide with the thrill of life and death, and a blooming bruise from where you managed to hit him in your earlier scuffle. In any form, he looks good, be it blue and purple, red and pale, or even frozen stiff by the very ice that reacts to his Hydro abilities. You can’t stand your weak heart, as you’re well aware of the face he’ll bear tomorrow. Friendly and disarming, a total opposite to the grinning madman twirling water-turned-ice blades like they’re circus batons. 

Like always, you’ll return his kindness because you’re a fool. Because you like the soft, wholesome Childe that cares lovingly for his family—the side he’s displayed in rare instances that glimmer beyond the gilded portrait of a battle-hardened soldier. 

You fall hard on your back, landing in the thick snow with a wheeze. There is no warmth on the battlefield. Only pain, suffering, and the certainty of death. You push yourself to get up, but your muscles won’t move, too heavy and sore. You know you’re strong—you’ve faced many opponents before and you’ve lived to boast of your successes. You can beat Childe. You have to if you intend to avoid fights with him in the future. 

“Well, this is upsetting.” He’s frowning now, idly tapping the crystalized water while he circles you like a sharp-toothed predator. “Didn’t expect this to end so quickly.”

Liar. You already know I can’t beat you, you want to say, but the words escape you. Not yet, anyways.

A sneer splits your dry lips and blood trickles down your chin like a woeful river. You don’t need a mirror to witness the damage. 

“Teucer won’t like this,” you say, staring up at Childe with dead eyes, hoping to prod at his weak spots. If the mention of his brother affects him, Childe doesn’t let it show.

“He doesn’t have to know,” he retorts, brushing aside such a possibility with ease. 

Right. Because you expect me to put myself back together like a toy. Of course, almighty Childe, the greatest toy salesman in all of Snezhnaya. 

“Well.” You pause to exhale and pain shoots through your side. Through your bleary gaze, you can see a deep laceration. Blood stains what’s left of your attire, and you move your rigid hands over the wound to prevent anymore blood loss. “Congrats. You won.”

“You’re giving up?” Bewilderment flashes across his face for an instant before it melts away into an emotion you can’t place. Anger? Sadness? Is he unhappy with this win? 

“What does it look like? I can’t possibly fight with these injuries.” 

It hurts to speak and you wish he would just stop. If he could accept the outcome of this battle, this wouldn’t be such a problem. You’d be able to patch and heal yourself up before your condition gets any worse. With the chill seeping into your open cut, harshly kissing slick, wet blood, you doubt you’ll make it inside before passing out. Vaguely, you recall the unfamiliar stages of hypothermia. At worst, if you stay out in this fatal weather, pinned like an entomologist’s butterfly under Childe’s monstrous gaze, you’ll freeze to death. At best, you’ll escape, build a fire, and warm up to the best of your ability. Weighing your options, you’d rather lose a finger or a toe as opposed to your life. 

“You can fight.” His blade is at your throat, the pointed tip niggling into your jugular. It’s more of a threat than a warning, a means to spur you into action. “You’ll never get stronger if you’re always running away, comrade.”

Your life has some value; Childe just can’t see that. In his eyes, a fight should be seen through to the very end, even if it’s marred in death and destruction. Yet here you are, choosing to abandon your pride. That must have some strength in itself, right? You hate his face, his childish nature, and the fact that his everything is making you reconsider. You’re doomed to fail if you continue to push your frostbitten body past its natural limits. 

“I...” The blade slices along your throat, a mere surface wound. You can’t feel the sting or the sticky blood that spills out like flowing tears, having become as numb as a fish-eyed animal near extinction. “Childe—“

You don’t want to hurt him and he knows this. It twists his insides like a knife in flesh, turning and turning until organs pop and leak into soupy conflict. The blade leaves your throat and another harsh wind blows between the two of you, glacial and prickling. He distances himself, tracking your form in case you happen to move. You’ve stopped shivering at this point, lying flat on your back and staring up at the dark sky. Snowflakes cling to your lashes like the hands of death, pulling you closer to an invisible grave. 

“You can fight.” Is that desperation in his voice? You almost laugh at the idea. He’s not a desperate man; he doesn’t need to be when he has it all. “Get up, comrade.”

“I think...I’ll stay here,” you whisper, your heartbeat irregularly slow. You’ve never counted the beats before, but now it makes for a fun distraction. “Good job, Childe. You’ve definitely...”

Gotten stronger.

You possess strength, just not the type Childe wants to experience firsthand. He has no use for a lonely, unseeing corpse. And when your eyelids flutter, closing upon a face that reflects frozen death, he releases a sigh. His blade falls at once, landing in the snow with a thump, and he bends down to gather your fallen frame in his arms. Somehow, whenever he spars with you—whenever he’s within touching distance—he feels alive. As if you’ve breathed meaning into his frostbitten soul, warming the cold beast that lurks and pounces at the sight and smell of fresh bloodshed. 

If he’s learned anything, it’s that there’s always going to be room for improvement. You just need to train more, and he’d be over the moon to fight you until it’s your blade slicing through his skin. In the meantime, though, he’ll have to kiss color and life back into your monochrome world of death and despair. 

As the greatest toy salesman in all of Snezhnaya, it’s only fair if he repairs the damages done to his favorite toy. Break, repair, and repeat. A cycle befitting a messy relationship and an even messier slew of choices. Rinse and repeat, like waves licking up a carcass bound to the shore. 

Come morning, you’ll be shiny and new, ready to sit by his side for another leisurely ice-fishing outing. Childe isn’t known as the greatest toy salesman for nothing, and you’re just barely scraping by with each battle scar and bandage—courtesy of such an illustrious, experimental toy salesman. 

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[kaeyasstarlight]

A Sleeping Beauty(Husband!/Prince!Shoto Todoroki x Wife!/Aurora!Reader)(Royal/Sleeping Beauty AU)

A.N: I hope you will like this scenario and I had fun writing it :D I will probably do more Disney stories like this with other characters and have fun reading! :)

If I made a mistake feel free to tell me! :)

Genre:Fluff

Warnings: Female pronouns(She/Her)

Story Used:"Sleeping Beauty" Disney adaptation

"Daddy! It's time for my bed time story!",your 4 years old kid yells(You can choose a girl,a boy or a non-binary kid).

"I'm coming princess/prince/royal",your husband Shoto responds while smiling at you both's creation.

He thanks you everyday for giving him the most beautiful gift you could have given him, a child of his own.

He goes sit on the bed of his kid and he sees your down expression on your face while you pass in the hallway.

You have been feeling down lately because of work, but you didn't want to show it to your family, but Shoto knows you too well and saw that you were down. An idea pops in his head at this moment.

"Hey Honey? Would like to come listen to the story with us. The one of today is special.", you smile at him

"Of course. I'll go get a blanket and I'm coming."

You then get back with the big blanket and put it on you, Shoto and your kid.

"So, you said that today's story was special?",you look at your husband.

"Yes. I took a story and changed it a bit at my manner."

"I'm excited to see", said your kid with a big grin on their face.

"Ok, so here it is":

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of (Your Country), was born a beautiful princess named Y/N L/N.

"Just like mommy!", said your kid while cutting Shoto's story.

"Yes just like Mommy, and she was just as beautiful as your mother."

You knew where this was going and a smile popped on your face at his actions.

For the birth of the princess, their parents has organized a big event where all the kingdom and the Kingdom of the king Enji who had just gotten a fourth kid nammed Shoto, was invited. The parents(I made it so it works if you have two moms or two dads), had invited three fairies and they each would give the princess a gift. The first one, Katsuki, gave the princess the gift of beauty. The second one, Tenya, gave the princess the gift of a beautiful voice.

"For now the story works with mommy's description"

"You think so",said Shoto

"Yeah! Mommy is very beautiful and she has a pretty voice when she sings"

"You don't have to say all that",you respond while blushing a bit

"Also the prince has the same name as you daddy"

"Yeah. Imagine the princess and the prince ends up together like me and mommy."

"It would be so cute!"

"Before you continue, does the fairies has the same names as uncle Kacchan and uncle Iida?"

'Yeah, and the third one's name is Izuku just like uncle Midoriya"

"Ohhhhh you can continue"

Shoto continues:

When it was the turn of the third fairy,Izuku, a big amount of smoke appeared. It was the shapeshifter witch Himiko Toga.

"No one invited me to the party? How sad. Well I guess I can also give something to the little girl now that I'm here."

"No! You won't touch her and get her blood you crazy witch!"

"Oh come on! You know I have something better. You didn't invite to the celebration when you know I love parties. You know what? I'm gonna give the princess a gift! She will pick her finger on a spinning wheel on her sixteenth birthday and die!"

"NO!", yelled your parents

Himiko then disapeared in a cloud of smoke. The third fairy hasn't given her gift yet. He decides to give her the gift that instead of dying, she will fall into a deep slumber until someone gives her a true love kiss. The parents of the girl orders that all spinning wheels of the kingdom must be burned and the parents decides to let their daughter live with the fairies in a cottage in the forest.

Many years later, the princess turns into a beautiful and wonderful woman. She doesn't know her parents are the royal family and she thinks she's just a peseant and that Katsuki,Tenya and Izuku educated her after her parents died. It is now Y/N's sixteeth birthday and the fairies wants to organize her a surprise party.

"Y/N? Could you please go gather berries for the dessert tonight?", said Tenya.

"Of course! I'll be back later!"

"And don't forget not talk to strangers!",reminded Katsuki

Y/N left the house and went to go gather the berries in the forest. The girl then decided to go by the river a little while. The animals then gather aroud her. She always had a good relationship with animals and she taught they could understand her.

Meanwhile, the prince Shoto, who has also become a handsome young man, was out with his horse and heard the voice of the girl. He got struck by the beauty of her voice he wanted to know who she was. He tried to follow the voice but on his way, he fell into a pound.

On the side of the river, Y/N is talking with animals about the fact that her godfathers stills treats her like she's a child and she wishes she could meet someone. She then tells them she met someone "Once Upon A Dream". While she tells her dream about her walking with a prince, some of the animals finds the cape,the boots and the hat of the prince and takes them.

(At this part you can listen to the song "Once Upon A Dream" to be more in the ambiance ;) )

The animals acts as the prince of Y/N's dream and dance with her. She is getting directly in the scene and dances with them while pretending she's talking to the prince from her dream. Then at a moment, the real prince Shoto starts to sing. She's surprised at first and tries to go away because he's a stranger. He then tells her: "Don't you remember? You said it yourself, we already met, "Once Upon A Dream"".he then starts to sing again. The princess then gets confidence in him and dances with him like this.

Shoto makes you stand up and puts his hand on your waist. He makes you sway in his arms to slow dance just like the prince with the princess in the story. He starts to sing the song and you get along with it. You both are twirling in your kid's room and having a romantic moment like you never had. Your kid looks at the both of you with amazed eyes and claps at the end of your performance.

"Let's go back to the story shall we?",Shoto says after you both sat down again on the bed.

Y/N invites the young man to meet her godfathers at dinner and he accepts. Meanwhile, at the cottage, the fairies had some trouble to organize the party so they decided to use their magic.

"HUH?! Why the hell would you want to make the dress Blue?! It would obviously be better in Pink!(I can't belive I wrote that haha)",said Katsuki

"Kacchan I was just proposing an idea, but I think that the Blue would be better on Y/N",responded Izuku

"Hell nah! I have way better fashion sense than you damn nerd! She would be so much better in Pink!"

While they were arguying, Tenya was trying to make a cake with no big succes the normal way. With magic, it gave a better result and it looked so delicious. Unfortunately, all the magic that Katsuki, Tenya and Izuku were making was leaving traces and it caught the attention of Himiko's sidekick, Dabi. He hides behind the house and Y/N arrives back home. She tells her godfathers that she has fallen in love, but they don't know it's the prince. They tell her that she's the princess and that she's already engaged to the prince Shoto and they will bring her back to the castle tonight. She goes in her room crying because won't be able to be with the stranger she fell in love with.

Dabi overheard the conversation and went to tell Himiko that the princess would be at the castle tonight.

Meanwhile,the prince tells his father he wants to marry a peseant, which the king Enji is not pleased about.

"SHOTOOO! YOU CAN'T MARRY A PESEANT! YOU'RE ENGAGED TO THE PRINCESS Y/N!"

Shoto didn't care about his father and would go to the dinner at the cottage tonight anyways.

Y/N gets all dressed and ready for her birthday celebration and be with her parents again, but then a glow apears in the room. She follows it by curiosity. The fairies then also see the glow when they come to go get Y/N and try to go as fast as they can to stop her. Unfortunately, they came too late and the beautiful princess was on the floor. Himiko laughs at her victory:

"Hahahaa! I did it! The princess is dead and you came too late!", she disapears and the fairies put the princess in a bed in the highest tower of the castle. They put all the people from the castle in a deep slumber just like Y/N. Before they fell asleep, the king Enji and the parents of Y/N were talking and the fairies understand that the man Y/N fell in love with was the prince. When they go back to the cottage, they realize the prince has already been taken to Himiko's hideout.

"So....", Himiko shows to Shoto his princess in a deep slumber.

"Would you look at that. The beautiful princess you fell in love with has been put in a deep slumber. I think I should let her like this until you become old and raged while she didn't age a bit and you won't be together."

"NO!", Shoto yells.

Y/N was one of the only person Shoto trusted and wanted to be with forever and he was gonna lost her. When Himiko leaves the prince alone, the fairies rescue him and give him a sword and a shield to fight the witch.

Himiko tries to stop Shoto to go in the castle by putting thorns around it, but without succes for her, because the prince breaks them in a sway of his sword. She turns into a big dragon to confront him and the prince fights her furiously. At a moment, he throws the sword into her heart to kill her(I'm sorry TwT I love Toga I didn't want to kill her but it's for the sake of the story TwT).

The prince goes up to the highest tower of the castle and finds his beautiful princess on the bed. He goes closer to her to kiss her on the lips. She wakes up and sees her love smiling at her. They go together in the ballroom and Y/N's parents are glad to see her again after all those years. They all go in a hug and Y/N goes back to her prince and they dance together. While they dance, Katsuki and Izuku are still fighting over the color of the dress.

"I told you Pink, you damn nerd!"

"-_- You know what at this point I won't even try Kacchan."

They then got married a few months later and got many beautiful/handsome childrens.

The end.

"Wow! They ended up together just like you two! It's so cool!", your kid says didn't realizing it was you two all along.

Thanks to Shoto, your sad expression of earlier was long gone.

"It was a beautiful story Sho", you say smiling at him

"I'm glad you both liked it", Shoto responds.

Your kid yawns and you tug them in their bed.

"Goodnight my baby",you say to them.

"Goodnight mommy and daddy,I love you"

"Goodnight", you both say to them.

You peek throught the door to see that they are already asleep.

"So.... Many kids huh?", you say smirking a bit at him.

He also smirks at you and says:"I mean I wouldn't mind giving them a sibling.", he goes closer to you to kiss you on the lips and then rub your arms.

"Would you like to?", he says.

"I wouldn't mind either. You want to start now?", you respond.

He responds to you by smirking.

It's gonna be a long night... ;)

A.N: I hope you enjoyed this story. I had fun writing it and I will probably do more scenarios like this with other characters and stories :)

Have a nice day or night and remember to take care of yourselves! <3 (I'm on my period right now so I try to take care of myself TwT)

You are beautiful and loved! <3

See you soon!

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[stormblessed95]

Why do people put so much stock in birthday tweets do you think? No disrespect to anyone who does. I know that Jikook have had some lovely/revealing/heartfelt/romantic birthday gestures between them in the past, and believe me I love seeing that, but honestly it's never been a make or break 'sign' of their relationship or relationship health to me. Wishing an SO (or even a family member or extremely close friend) hbd on a social media or public platform is a performative gesture.

The analysis and DRAMA people read into birthday wishes, or lack of them, can dampen the joy and celebration of the birthday. It becomes a countdown, or an expectation and maybe even stressful. No matter what happens or doesn't, people are setting themselves up for dissatisfaction. If Jungkook doesnt post for Jimin's birthday, suddenly everything that is beautiful and intimate seeming about their relationship goes out the window! It's even a bit triggering as an lgbt gal because suddenly the gay relationship has to prove itself with a tweet or here comes trouble. It has to be performed to be believed.

A loved one's birthday shouldn't have to be something done to placate or excite millions of others. It can be a private thing. We probably don't know the half of the nice things Jikook have done on each other's birthdays but we make a huge deal out of the ones we know. Chances are all these boys see each other almost every day. They exchange messages privately and have private social media accounts. I don't require public birthday tidings. What do you think? October MADNESS has got me nervous lol

Sooo I'm going to include their birthday tweets to each other because I think they are super cute here. Jungkooks birthday tweets to Jimin, he did not post for 2020, the second photo is the translation of his 2019 twt. 2013 - 2019.

Jimins birthday tweets to Jungkook, he posted multiple times a year for some years so he has more lol 2013 - 2021.

Now here is the thing. Social media's posts are cute. But they do not define the relationship. I have been with my husband for 11 years now. We haven't posted on social media for each other's birthdays or anniversaries since our first year being together. We wished each other those things in person. And anything you do in person is more meaningful anyway. And these posts, from ALL the guys, are for the fans more than they are for each other. Let's not pretend otherwise.

JK didn't post for anyone's birthdays in 2020, but let's not forget that he probably wished them all a happy birthday and made them feel special on their own time. Jimin told us that he spent his birthday in 2020 with his family, which is why he didn't do a vlive on his birthday. A fan posted later about how she saw what looked like Jimin and JK out with their families that same weekend.

JK didn't post for Tae in 2017 at all for his birthday. "Fans" were upset about this. Only for everyone to find out later that even though he didn't post, they all got together and JK made Tae and the other hyungs a special meal of Ramen for dinner for them to eat together to celebrate. Tae talked about how nice it was and how much it meant to him too.

Tae didn't post in 2020 for Jin or Jimin. Im positive he did something sweet for Jimin as well. And Jin told us about how he organized a bunch of people to call and leave him messages saying happy birthday. Jin told us all about how much that meant to him, how sweet it was and how special it made him feel.

And those are just a FEW examples. It is very very important to remember your boundaries as fans and not create overt expectations on relationships that do not belong to you. Social media does not make or break a friendship. It does not make or break a relationship. Especially when you are posting for 39.5 million fans on Twitter. In fact, I bet the personal messages or time spent together are the only ones these guys care about anyway.

Its okay to enjoy the cute birthday posts. They ARE cute. It's okay to gush over the cute captions on those posts. They ARE cute. It's okay!!! Just don't start thinking that a relationship (no matter platonic, romantic or other) is on the rocks just because someone doesn't post on Twitter on someone's birthday.

So consider this everyone's warnings too, don't send me "omg, something is wrong" asks on Jimin's birthday. Let me just celebrate Jimin. Which is probably what all the members of BTS will be doing too. Thanks for the ask anon, I fully agree with you.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook birthday posts #jikook birthday tweets