#(btw i apologize if there's any typo here)

[daz4i]

the new op is making me insane so i’m gonna try to overanalyze its visuals, what i think the symbolism means, how it connects to this season and the manga arcs coming after it. all of it is my interpretation ofc, feel free to disagree and i encourage you to add your own takes!

i’m not gonna go over every single detail, either because i have nothing to say about it or i’m not sure what it could mean, which is another reason i encourage you to add your own analysis in a reblog if you want to :3

warning for major spoilers for the manga under the cut, as well as unholy amounts of reaching lol

first thing i wanna look at is uh. that one fyodor shot, and specifically the second before it

the number of hands is a little odd to me. at first i noticed 4 sets of hand so my immediate thought was “oh, one set for every doa member, minus bram since he doesn’t have any” but noticing that 9th one coming alongside his face threw a wrench in that. so, assuming this number is purposeful, i have a few ideas:

1. it’s not just the doa involved, but the rats as well. both organizations have 5 members we know of. fyodor is in both organizations, meaning that combined, we have 9 people, and a hand for each one

2. it IS just the doa, and 2 hands for each member (bram included), except for fyodor who is both a hand and a head. he is the strategist and planner, thus he is the head, while the others are more like the ones who execute his plans, so they merely get to be hands (not sure how much i love this theory considering at the end of the day he is not their leader, but if you stretch it you could say that in this season we have no reason to assume he isn’t the doa leader so there’s no reason to imply otherwise? or a future implication that he’s letting fukuchi think he’s the leader but is actually manipulating him? yeah i dunno)

3. another one i don’t particularly love, but: it’s less about the number of hands, and rather about the finger highlighting the number 5, since this is going to be a key thing this season

okay, on to a more obvious one:

tachihara has his back to us, as to not reveal his identity yet

he is looking upon a purple background, a color we see in some mafia members’ abilities, hinting at him belonging in the mafia

once again, tachihara has his back to us. aside from him, all of the hunting dogs are revealed to the audience and looking forward (even if not 100%), except for fukuchi who is looking to the side, and is behind the pillar, making him visually separated from the rest of the group, since he belongs in the doa rather than the hunting dogs

couple of things you might be able to get from this:

1. sigma looking to the side, his back to nikolai and bram. he is not willingly in the doa or supports their goals, more dragged along for the ride. he is a part of the group, but has his eyes shut and his back turned to them, some sort of buffer to imply his separation from them

2. the main thing we see of nikolai is his overcoat. ngl i’m not sure what the symbolism in this could mean but it feels important so i wanna point it out for maybe other people to connect the dots i can’t. possibly, this shot is to highlight the tools at the doa’s disposal, aka sigma and bram as themselves, but nikolai mainly used for his ability...?

so. first of all. they’re and red and blue, opposites of each other in color and in direction as well

but the interesting thing to me is that they’re each others’ colors - with the ada usually presented in blue and the mafia in red, here we have it backwards. possibly to imply their (partial) role reversal in the eyes of the public, the ada now being demonized and hunted by the law while the mafia gets to lay low and offer assistance

possibly, you could stretch it to say their role reversal is in part about how fukuzawa would have to sacrifice a member for his organization in order to get what he needs, a thing that’s mori-like to do

speaking of blue to symbolize the ada, ango is clad in a blue light, implying his upcoming alliance with the ada

we see fukuchi using shintō amenogozen in his battle with atsushi and akutagawa

i’ve seen people say this part of the op implies their battle will be in this season and i’m ngl, i don’t think there’s any chance of that. it’s way too much story to cram into this season. i think this part is, for now, just to imply the ada and pm working together against the hunting dogs, and him using this sword and fighting them at the same time is just a nod to sharp eyed manga readers (same with the bram cameos)

that being said. i want you to pay attention to the color of his ability in this frame (it’s a surprise tool that’ll help us later!)

yosano and the butterfly, and we specifically see her from the side, with her butterfly hairpin shining, putting emphasis on her upcoming backstory

okay, now we’re getting into the character face closeups, and here i’m gonna use these handy posts from @/dazaistabletop for reference, bless your soul for getting all of them fr 🙏

the main thing i want to get from it is the colors. tldr: the ada is a teal-ish blue, the mafia is red and purple (depending on their abilities), the guild is yellow, the hunting dogs is white, the special division is brownish-orange, the doa are the same dark blue from fukuchi’s ability earlier. this does match the general color of the members’ abilities through every group as well.

when it comes to the order of the frames, i think it’s mostly random (tho, with key characters coming early, and more minor characters we barely even really see this season if at all showing up near the end) except for a few pairs:

dazai and fyodor are the first 2 frames, the key foils of this season

fukuchi and fukuzawa are one after the other because they are divorcing each other

akutagawa and atsushi are the ones to close this section and the opening as a whole, as they often do as the key foils of the entire series

a few frames i want to highlight in particular:

tachihara’s purple is lighter than the other mafia members’ purple (added gin for comparison), implying his belonging to the hunting dogs

mushi is brown too?? not sure what that implies ngl. mostly pointing it out as a request for anyone to chip in with their own take on that

despite not working for the guild anymore (and given that he’s without his glasses we have to assume this is him working for fyodor), nathaniel is still in yellow. like with mushi, i’m not sure what that could mean. maybe they just didn’t want to figure out a color for the rats for 2 frames i dunno. again if you have your own take, hit me

poe is fully colored the same color as the ada 🥺 he’s fully part of the team by now (ok now do lucy next.)

the text appears for just two frames, nikolai and akutagawa. for akutagawa, it blends with his red background, but for nikolai it actively stands out and covers his already covered eye. unfortunately i can’t read japanese, so i would love that if someone who does sees this could tell me what the text says to see if that means something as well 🙏

edit: according to my friend @/almightyrozenidiot apparently it says rashomon! and i’d guess it’s in red because this is the color of this ability, after all. i still think its placement on nikolai’s covered eye is interesting, esp given how much it stands out (the other ability names flashing on screen in that sequence are written in white, i barely even noticed they were there), and i wonder if this might imply some future thing asagiri’s planning between them.

okay, so you were probably wondering why i skipped the fyodor flowers moment, and this is why

so. i tried figuring out what at least some of the flowers are to maybe see if there’s meaning there and either couldn’t, or the ones i did recognize did not align with anything meaning wise, so i figured the colors stand more for the colors of abilities we’ve seen so far, and mainly the ada and port mafia

the faces frames in the end of the op establish the special division’s color as orange, hence the two small orange flowers (and their yellow center could be for the guild). they definitely stand out less, as for now they are a smaller pawn in the plan. the ada - marked with the blue flowers and green leaves - are the biggest target of the current phase of the plan, and that’s why they’re closest to his face and make the most of the flowers, size wise

the only purely white ability we’ve seen so far is natsume’s. as the mediator between the three main organizations in yokohama, it makes sense for him to be in the middle of all these colors. the same white flowers are also on the outside (as seen below), since he is mainly watching things unfold from the side.

will also add that at times, no longer human appears as white or grey as well (tho usually - but not always - with a slight blue tint). this also makes sense given that dazai was in both the mafia and ada, and serves as a mediator or communicator between them at times, hence put in the middle as well.

unfortunately, i can’t tell what the pink flowers are meant to be. the only ability i can think of that’s pink is lucy’s (i don’t recall ever seeing the colored circles when she activates it, but given what anne’s room looks like it seems like a fair assumption), but it’s weird she’d get such a big part of this frame just for herself. maybe it’s because of how big her role is in helping the ada this season? again, if you have your own take please go ahead and share it!!

the flowers then stop growing and start withering as the white flowers take over

could not for the life of me find what these flowers are unfortunately, but, white flowers in general usually mean some form of purity and innocence. this does align with fyodor’s ultimate plan - to purify the world of abilities. white flowers often symbolize holiness as well, since his plan is, to him, the will of god

notice that the flowers have 5 petals as well, a repeating number of this arc and in many of the doa’s plans

edit 2: @/larathia pointed out in the comments that these flowers are japanese snake gourds! and apparently, in hanakotoba they mean “hatred of men”. yeah that checks out with fyodor lol

and... i think that’s all i have for you today! i hope you liked it! once again encouraging you to reblog with your own additions on things i might’ve missed or your own take on things, and i hope you all have a lovely day 🙏🖤

#bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukuzawa #bsd tachihara #bc those 4 are the main repeating characters here hehe #this took like 3 hours to write so i'd really appreciate reblogs if possible 🥺 #apologizing for any typos or english errors btw heh. i did type most of this out in a slight frenzy bc this op makes me very excited :P #dan rambles #edit: added some stuff!! hope this doesn't make the post be hidden in search results omg

[thisblogisaboutabook]

******Mad at Azriel headcanons******

Reader is Azriel’s pregnant mate that he committed an (almost) unforgivable act of betrayal against - if only he knew what the act was.

- This male. The Spymaster of the Night Court, the most observant male in Prythian, cannot figure out why his mate is upset with him.

- He betrayed you. Committing a completely unforgivable act.

- “Baby?” He stalks up behind you, carefully wrapping his arms around your waist, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

- A little kick nudges his hand away from your perfectly rounded belly.

- Not you too little one… Az thinks to himself.

- You huff. “I’m in the middle of something, Az.”

- You can’t see his face behind you but you know those brows are furrowed, trying to click the pieces together.

- Which makes you roll your eyes further back into your head.

- “Is there anything I can help with?”

- Oh no, there it is, he thinks to himself. The scoff. “I don’t need your help. Thanks.” He’s in deep shit.

- He stalks away. Knowing better than to sit idly, he begins tidying up around your home. Completely puzzled.

- His shadows swirl in agitation as if saying, “how have you not figured this out??”

- They’re definitely on your side

- A knock on the front door sounds before the door barges open and a boisterous “Honey!!! I’m here!!” fills the room.

- Mor enters holding a giant box of pastries… from your favorite bakery.

- “Shit.” He mouths as Mor gives him a taunting smirk.

- His shadows swirl in exasperation as if saying, “we told you, you were forgetting something!”

- “Mor!!!!” You shout. Running (waddling, but Az would never say that out loud) into her arms.

- Once Mor leaves, Azriel spends the rest of the evening begging every square inch of your body for forgiveness.

- He of course spends extra time kissing your belly, he’d never intentionally deprive his mate or their tiny little love of the sugar they were craving.

- When you wake up the next morning a fresh box of the pastries sits on your night stand along with a copy of the newest Sellyn Drake novel that you’d been dying to get your hands on.

- You guess you can forgive him… this time. 🥰

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I wrote this very quickly so I apologize for any potential typos! I have been hard at work on the next installments of “Cowboy Like Me” and “Ballad of the High Lady of Spring” and wanted to give you all something in the meantime!

Btw, this can be read as a headcanon companion to Ivy (Covered in You) and Solstice Tree Farm ❄️

#azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel shadowsinger #azriel headcanons #pregnant #pregnant mate #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #Azriel x reader headcanons #azriel x pregnant mate #acotar headcanon #morrigan #shadowsinger x reader

[mandomaterial]

Could you maybe write something about miguel and a deaf girlfriend or wife?

Ofc bby, personally its one of my favorite things to read because the fics are truly something else! I hope i did your request justice. :3 to be honest i don’t quite love how it turned out but i hope that’s just the little perfectionist in me. I really do hope you like it!

Btw i didn’t proof read any of this- feel free to tell me if they’re any typos! Masterlist

Miguel with a deaf reader

It all started when Miguel bumped into you at the library, you were struggling to reach a book from the top shelf and Miguel being the kind man he was, walked over, reached over your head and brought it down for you. All this had given you a terrible scare, you hadn’t seen him coming and well, you couldn’t hear him. So Miguel got quite concerned when he saw your panic stricken face “Are you all right?” He asked, his eyebrows clenching together. Fortunately you learned how to read lips, so you could quite easily decipher what he said and maybe you stared a little too long at his plush, full lips, you snapped out of it and nodded a little, cheeks all heated up and red.

To be honest Miguel thought you were pretty cute from the start, that’s why he actually came over, he thought that getting a book down for you would be a good conversation started and he didn’t mean to scare you. You hadn’t said anything to him yet, so he tried again “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” With a soft smile on his lips, still holding onto your book. You didn’t react at first and you didn’t seem to be making eye contact, instead your gaze was set a bit lower, maybe that should have been his first clue that something was out of the normal here, but no. After a moment you stufend a little and started rummaging through your bag, looking for something, it didn’t take you long and Miguel was surprised to see that you pulled out a pen and a little notebook. You didn’t waste a second and started scribbling something and then turning the pages for them to face him.

«Hi, I’m deaf so i can’t really talk to you, I’m sorry » Miguel eyes quickly scanned the words and as soon as he was done, his big brown eyes snapped up to you, seeing the sorry look on your face. It was like you were sad that you couldn’t talk to him. You were sure that he’d just walk away after this, maybe if you could talk properly you could’ve had a chance with him. But against all odds, Miguel continued “Don’t apologize, that’s oka-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, caught in thought with his eyebrows scrunched. Could you understand what he was saying? And as if you’d read his mind, you started scribbling again. Miguel patiently waited until you turned it over again.

«I learned how to lip read pretty well, just don’t talk too quickly and everything’s okay» you smiled, happy that he was willing to continue. In all honesty you were so exited that this stranger wanted to talk! And he was so handsome too! You bit your lip a little and waited for him to finish reading. Miguels eyebrows raised a little, surprised that it would be this easy to communicate with you, maybe he still had a chance to score your number.

“Oh is that so? That’s pretty cool, do you also speak sign?” He questioned, making sure to not mumble, so that you’d understand easily. It looked like your eyes lit up, with little sparkles shining in them as you wrote on your little notebook. Miguel thought that you were really adorable and he couldn’t help but smile as you started writing excitedly. You handed the note book to him and his eyes shifted to the wording, gladly reading it.

«Yes, I speak sign! You you know any signs? It’s okay if you don’t. :) »

Miguel brought his hand up to his chin, thinking about his time at university, didn’t he take a sign course once? He was deep in thought until his eyes fell on you, you were standing there patiently waiting for him, big sparkly eyes and a big smile on your lips, you looked like a baby deer, just like a fawn. It was too adorable for him and he had to look away a little so that you wouldn’t notice the little bit of blush staining his cheeks. Your head flopped to the side and you didn’t understand, Miguel noticed and played it off as him fixing his already perfectly styled hair, by running his fingers through it. He forced himself to face you again and said

“Um, I took a course at Uni, but i don’t remember much.” He scanned his brain for any signs he still knew and a few popped up “umm, i think this was ‘thank you’?” He signed it, slowly, but correct “And this one’s ‘Hello’ “he signed again, this one was mostly correct as well! You’re ere so exited! You started applauding him just a tiny bit, your palms touching and just your fingers clapping, a gigantic smile on your face that reached past your eyes. Miguel almost couldn’t believe his eyes, how were you so fucking cute? His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to calm down and he was sure his pupils were heart shaped already. He just had to keep talking to you. So he did.

“Um, so what’s your name? My- My name’s Miguel. Miguel O’hara.” You nodded to show that you understood and started writing your name on the paper. You showed it to him and he paused for a second, he looked down to you again and realized that your name really suited you. You cracked a toothy smile that you covered a bit with your hand and just then Miguel realized that he’d said that aloud. His face flopped down embarrassed and he chuckled a bit but started looking at you again soon after “I said that aloud, didn’t I?” he smiled jokingly, you nodded vigorously and giggled a little. It was quiet but Miguel had heard and he could stop his smile from growing. He thought that it was no or never so he put on his brave face, shuffled around a little but made sure to keep his mouth where you could see it and asked confidently:

“I think you’re pretty cute. Could I maybe take you out sometime? Maybe dinner or something?” Oh, he hoped that you would say yes and that he could take you out, he already started thinking about places to go, his mind starting to spiral a little, thinking of you. Your face seemed confused, had you understood that wrong? Did he really want to take you out on a date? This hunk of a man, that could easily pick you up with a single hand? As if. It all feels like a cruel joke, maybe you do need to practice lip reading more. You didn’t quite know what else he could have said, so with a shaky hand you started writing down what you thought he said, preparing yourself for rejection or a misunderstanding.

It’s not like you haven’t been on dates before, actually you’ve been on quite a few, but it never lasted, all the guys thought it would be too hard to communicate and gave up before even trying. It broke your heart every time and you started hating your disability more and more every time it happened. So you decided to get off the dating apps and give meeting someone a rest. Once you finished moving your pen, you hesitantly flipped the notebook to show Miguel.

«You want to take me out? Like on a date?» Vulnerability was spread over your eyes as you feared his answer, expecting him to correct you or something similar, but to your surprise he just nodded, albeit a little concerned about the worried look on your face. He opened his mouth to say something “Do you not want to go out with me? That’s totally fine too, you probably have a boyfriend…” his mood sunk and he felt kinda silly for assuming.

But he couldn’t be more wrong, your mood had seemingly done a 180 and was completely flipped, you wanted to tell Miguel that you’d love to go out with him and that you didn’t have a boyfriend, but he wasn’t looking at you. So you did something a bit out of your comfort zone, you took hold of one of his hands to get his attention, before he even fully started looking towards you again, you began nodding like crazy, hoping to get the message across and bring it across you did, with a smile on his face he confirmed your answer and you just continued nodding with a huge grin.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers and that’s the story of how you met your now husband.

He was still ever so charming as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, just enjoying each other’s company. You were leaning against his chest, curled up like a cat, just daydreaming about your lovely, handsome husband, until said person tapped your shoulder to shift your attention to him.

« What are you dreaming about, mi sol?» he signed, his finger moving quickly with precision, it had taken him a couple years to fully grasp the language but now he spoke it just as well as you! It was actually pretty cute how he started learning, each time the two of you met up for a date, he always showed off the new signs he learned in simple conversations and every time, you applauded him and gave him a little kiss as a reward. To him that was like the deal of a century, a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend for just a few new signs?m oh yea. He’d take that any day. It even gave him more motivation to study!

You just smiled and snuggled closer, before moving your fingers to say: « Oh nothing, just how we met and how cute you were » you snickered a little, knowing that being called cute would rile him up a bit. And right you were.

« Hey, hey, it wasn’t me that was cute, you were and you still are!» suddenly he grabbed you and almost crushed you in a bear hug, you loved his hugs, they were so warm and cosy, no need for any type of communication, his body telling you everything that you needed to know. This was truly a moment of bliss, Miguel wrapped his fingers around your own and brought them up to his plush lips, kissing your slender ring finger, so happy that the two of you were married. He’d stay with his Mrs. O’hara forever and ever!

Bonus headcanons

- he’s so protective of you, especially if you’re out in the city, he can only imagine how much more dangerous it could be walking around without being able to hear. What if you were crossing the street and didn’t notice a speeding car because you couldn’t hear the honking, what if you got splashed with water from the puddles when another car drives past, or that those stupid cyclists will nock you over, safe to say he worries a lot, so he absolutely always walks on the side wich faces the road, he never lets you get too close to the adage and he’ll always, always hold your hand.

- if someone ever gives you trouble or starts yelling at you because you don’t understand, (mostly Karens) hell put on his scary face and ask if they have a problem with his wife, while staring them down, not once has this ever backfired and he’s proud that he can scare anyone off that’s making you uncomfortable.

- If the two of you are out and about in the city he’ll always interpret anything that happening, oh there’s a crowd over there? They’re watching a performer. Oh, you wanna watch them too? Hell sign whatever they’re doing at the speed of light. Oh, someone’s yelling and there’s drama? If you’re interested he’ll tell you what they’re yelling about. Oh, there’s a cute puppy you wanna pet? Of course he’ll ask for you. And you’re ever so thankful, each and every night, you shower him in kisses and hugs as a thank you. And Miguel? He’s loving every second.

- sure there were a bunch of bumps and hitches in your relationship, lots of miscommunications and sure, it was difficult but he never gave up, he believed that you were the one for him and he’d do anything for you and of course you’d do anything for him as well, the two of you were basically made for each other and he didn’t mind your disability one bit, in fact, it just made you even more special.

#miguel #deaf reader #x deaf reader #x deaf reader fluff #x reader fluff #x reader #x you #no y/n #Miguel x reader #Miguel O’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #Miguel ohara x reader #fluff

[kaylaz-world-00]

Laserhawk!Rayman x Reader

A/n: Okay, I couldn't help myself and write this down. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now. I've been not going to any airports for such a long time, forvgive me if I made a mistake. This is not the special for 300 followers so you know~👀

I am sorry if there is any typo mistakes. I wrote the end in a rush 😭

Summery; You and Rayman trying to go to your arranged hotel peacfully.

Warnings: cursing, guns.

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Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Hotel

"We are sorry but you can't go through unless you show us a proof that you are infact his manager. Rayman doesn't seem to be very aware of your presence either. If you are lying--"

You growled, "What do you mean I can't go through?! Didn't I just tell you that I was Rayman's manager?" You were angry alright. You could see Rayman from your point against the few guards in front of you. He was surrounded by young kids. My god. Why would there be so many children at the airport at this hour anyway? Now how were you going to convince these fuckers? You didn't want to have to deal with these jerks in the middle of the airport with a bunch of luggage. It was too late at night for that.

"I'm not lying! I can't find my cards and information, they must be in Rayman's bag. At least let me call out to him-" you were stopped by them once again. Normally this wouldn't be such a problem, but you were experiencing this because they found a few... unapproved items on you. To be more specific, weapons. They slowly advanced towards you, making clear their guns precence to you. They weren't pointing it at you... yet. You frowned. It was a warning.

You glared and slowly spoke for them in your own warning tone, calmly stepping back and slightly raising your hands in the air, "I'm his bodyguard. Okay? That's why I keep them with me. At all times. You never know... what might happen any moment." You didn't want to cause a scene here right now. You reminded yourself that you are in the middle of an airport with a lot of bystanders and especially children around you.

"A second ago, you said you were a manager. When did that change? I'm sorry, but I think you're just trying to get out of trouble, but that won't work. We have no reason to believe you. Now come with us without making a scene." You were trying so hard for this right now.

"I'm doing both! I'm telling the truth. Just lemme--" You couldn't keep your calm any longer as they were coming towards you like a truck, and you wouldn't stood still staring like a deer, you couldn't do that. There was a great injustice here and you were definitely can't stand it. You called out to Rayman one last time before you could do anything wrong. If he didn't have your phone, you would have called him already. "RAYMAN, COME HERE Damn it!" you shouted but in vain, it was impossible for him to hear your voice over all the noise, you just hoped he would notice your absence. Right away.

Luckily, Rayman finally managed to notice your absence before security could do anything. You might have laughed if you weren't so tired at the look on his face when his eyes caught your figure. You gestured for him to come here immediately. Now. He looked so scared by your expression that you could have laughed at that. He ran over to you as he apologized to the kids, "Hey, hey! They're with me!" He quickly took out his card and showed it to them with a polite smile.

You rolled your eyes when they were finally convinced to let you in. Rayman helped you carry the luggages. He apologized to you several times as you stared ahead listlessly.

"I thougt you were right behind me! I forget that I was the one carrying your cards! I am really sorry."

You huffed in defeat, "No, it's fine, kids come first." You chuckled tiredly, "It was my fault I should have been the one carrying them in the first place. Whatever let's just catch the plane before they leave without us." You glance at your wrist. "We are only minutes away, god those fuckers took all our time. I suggest we start running." And you did just that, alerting Rayman along with it.

He start running along with you, "Hey, no need to rush Mr/Miss OCPD! We can always buy tickets for another one for today."

"Today? You mean tomorrow?" You scoffed. It was nearly midnight. "I don't want to stay up all night. It's already too late, let's just go. Also I don't have a Obsessive whatever personality disorder, I am just punctual. All my jobs are planned and need to be in time. Especially yours! Do you know how much pain in the ass would be for me if you miss something?! God, Eden would kill me." It's not even like they pay you good for your every success. It wasn't yours it was his success.

He was out of breath from the long, fast, non-stop run, as if you were going to get a reward at the end of it, but he still let out a laugh. But you were going to do whatever it took to get the job done, "Sure. You are a people-pleaser--" he start counting as you rolled your eyes.

"Look who is talking."

"You have Anxiety, obsession, probably dyspraxia too."

"Okay now you are going too far, you jerk. I am completaly a normal person trying to live a normal life. How normal it could be as long as I am stuck with you Mr. Rayman. The man who sheds light in the darkness."

"I'm taking this as a compliment."

The two of you were finally able to board the plane before it took off. You wanted to say that you could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but your clumsiness didn't quite allow it and continued to be a pain in the ass for you.

"You should be happy that we got the best seats. Because I am! Do you think we could see some nice view when we are up above? I heard the weather will be clear tonight." He daydreamed as he looked outside of the window with the biggest grin you ever saw on him.

"Yeah, sure whatever." You grumbled as you tried to push your suitcase into the compartment above your seat. You were obviously struggling but eventually managed to get it inside and quickly closed the compartment with anger and impatience. And finally sat down next to Rayman with a sigh, you can relax a bit now. Your body ached from all the things you were carrying and running around so much causing your frown to deepend.

You give a real remark to his previous statement, "How nice of Eden to be such a gentleman and give us the money for two tickets first-class plane. Unlike the last time..." You scoffed.

Finally deciding to look at you, he took his eyes off the window and turned to you, already aware of your discomfort and exhaustion and hoping to finally address it gently, muttering, "Hey, how about you relax a bit? We've got a four-hour flight. Sleep could do you good. You look like you've been up all night for three days straight. You're much crankier than usual. And you definitely need makeup. For your under eyes." He nervously eyed you.

You rolled your eyes at that, suppressing a sudden yawn appeared in your chest at the mention of sleep, "What a coincidence. How did you know? I've been working and writing non-stop for three days. Trying to get your work done."

He turned to you with a warm smile and a bit of embarrassment, "Hey, you're a lifesaver, okay? But I'm serious. Sleep. I'll wake you up when we land. Don't worry about me or yourself. If anyone tries anything, I have something up my sleeve too." He whispered with a grin and whinked.

"How reassuring. But you're right. I really need some sleep." You needed to gather your strength and mind for tomorrow. You couldn't be this anxious and stressed. Nor this lose and tired. You sighed in defeat and turned onto your side. He didn't say anything and you didn't need to hear any more.

You've been working all your life to get what you want to be like the majority. You always wanted to be able to make a change for the world. Working with Eden wasn't your biggest dream, in fact, quite the opposite. You hated them. But you had no choice. And you were forced to do this. But if it would make a difference, you would even be willing to die. You followed Rayman wherever he went, in a way you became his bodyguard. It didn't take long for you to receive that title from Eden. It had become official, and frankly, it made your job a lot easier. The fact that you knew how to fight was a bonus to them and a reason to use you. But after meeting Rayman and becoming his manager, something changed... He always manages to get into trouble, even if you don't know how, but you were always there to save him. Physically, of course. He already knew how to verbally get himself out of shit. At least that's what you hoped for. Even though some of his words might cause fights in some places... you finally know he doesn't meant to. You knew how much of a trouble Eden could be. So much so that sometimes Rayman needed you not just as a bodyguard or a manager, but as a friend... Rayman needed you to be there... he needed you to support him. He was needy, isolated, manipulated. And you are not saying any of this to insult him. Before that, you didn't realize he was actually innocent... and you continued to remain cold and distant, but he was always innocent, to say the least. You decided to be there for him after learning that. You don’t know why you decided on that. Maybe it was conscience. Or the unfair threatment he is having. Your sense of justice did not allow this. You wanted to help so badly. Even if it means throwing away your job. Yes, you've come to that point. You couldn't believe it yourself either. You saw the real him. Not the person on TV who lies and smiles through his teeth, the face Eden shows. He was defenseless behind the walls he built himself, he was being victimized and used by the company he worked for, even though he had little knowledge and was unaware of it. He was made to believe that what he was doing was a good thing, he was made to believe that he was saved, he put up with what Eden did to him for the sake of the children and for peace. He had no one to call his real friend, damn it! You would have wanted to fill that out, but... the only part you were allowed to do was keep him safe and pass on information. And nothing else.

You slept deeply and surprisingly restfully for the four hours until the plane landed. You woke up soundly asleep without anyone even having to wake you up, which surprised you. Normally this would never happen, especially in a place where you sleep outside of your bed. You were a light sleeper too. So it was normal while you wake up while landing but Rayman didn't woke you up? After yawning a little, you were about to get up to get your suitcase when you notice the weight on your shoulder and glance at your side. Your lips turned into a soft smile upon noticing Rayman was sleeping sound asleep, leaning against you, in a deep slumber.

You couldn't help but giggle, "And here I was hoping you'd stay awake the whole flight. Who am I kidding? Rayman and not sleeping?" How were you going to wake him up now? He's a really heavy sleeper. Your experiences speak for you right now. It's almost impossible to wake him up. Actually you have to but do you want to? He looked really relaxed and happy. Ah, come on he always looks like that! Just wake him up! But... something about that soft smile plastered on his lips telling you this was a real smile unlike the ones he seems to wear on his face all the time. Especially in front of the camera.

You pouted, this is your job and the two of you can't stay on this plane all day… besides, Rayman can sleep at the hotel Eden arranged for you two. Also, you didn't want to be late for your meeting...

You nudge his side. You knew a little nudge won't help him but you started of slow and gentle. You were in a good mood today. "Hey, Ray Ray." You whispered, calling out his nickname. You pushed his head on the other side and turn to him, "Ray! Wake up!" You hold onto hid hand and shook them, "Ray, Rayman! Wake up!!" You get up starting to shook his body, "This isn't sleeping you idiot! This is dying! COME ON! WAKE UP!" You grabbed his clothes and jolt him a few times, you were up infront of him by now, with all your might you continued, "Come on! We landed! Wake up, we need to go! You can sleep later!" You were about to slap him, "If you don't wake up right now I'll throw you off of the fucking plane!" He grumbled a few words hard to understand causing you to halt and lower your hand on his chest once again gripping his clothes. He was still asleep.

You fucking ask for that. You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his body and lifted him up. "God, you're a lot heavier than you look." You huffed and start to carry him towards the exit of the plane.

"I'm fucking throwing you out." You weren't actually gonna do that. You were hoping he would wake up as cold fresh air of the night swarm him. Almost all passengers on the plane had disembarked. The rest were still looking at you strangely because of what had just happened. You didn't pay any attention to them and continued on your way. Even the way you carried Rayman was weird. But how else were you going to carry him when half of the man didn't... exist? His arms and legs were nope, and the only place you could hold on to was his chest. His feet and hands were almost rubbing on the ground. He was still asleep with his head on your shoulder. Oh my god.

When you finally reached the door, you barely lifted him into the air and held him out against the night wind. Even you were cold when you realized he was shivering, he whined a few times and winced. He muttered something about him awoke and rubbed his eyes. Of course you didn't believe that, "If you don't really wake up right now, I'll let you go, don't test my patience. You'll fall down the stairs. My arms are already torn off. Lose some weight."

He grumbled, voice horse from just waking up, it was clear four hours wasn't excatly enough to satisfy his tired body, "You lose some. I am perfectly fine, thank you. You are heavier than I am." He pouted sleepily. "Also... Please put me down my butt is freezing here."

You muttered, "Your ass is freezing because of you."

You scoffed and do as he wished, sighing in relief when you got your aching arms back, massaging them gently, you couldn't hold yourself back from talking further, "We are nearly at the same weight. But you are half of my height. You are fucking heavhy. How dare you can insult me? You are a pain in the ass to wake up! Why I have to be the one to suffer everytime!? Pray that I am in a good mood today or you've been on the cold concrate with a terrible headache."

"You love me too much for that. You wouldn't do that to your favorite... would you?" He hesitate.

While the hostess watch you both argue back and forth like married couples, she couldn't help but smiled at your relationship. You were finally able to wake him up and gather your belongies, finding a taxi and finally on your way to your arranged hotel. Thank god.

While on your way you did everything in your power to not let him fall asleep again. Him grumbling everytime he was woken up before he could sleep on your shoulder.

"I am not gonna carry all that suitcase myself."

"I am not sleeping." He grumbled.

And he fall asleep afterwas. You will gonna rub that in his face later. When you finally arrived at the hotel, luckily the taxi driver was a kind person and helped you carry your belongings. Rayman was still sleeping on the bed you carried to his room while you pay the driver. After closing the door you took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Finally, you can breath a little. Sun already risen, it’s 8 in the morning. Four hours passed, huh? You had still time until your arranged meeting… You pondered to yourself. You watched him sleep a bit, the way he calmly breathed, his chest slowly rising and falling, his blonde locks of hair covering his eyes. He looked so serene.

You get up and reached towards the door. Giving a final glance at the soundly asleep boss of yours, you get out of his room. You already left all his suitcases in his room. He can do whatever he wants with then when he wakes up. You both gonna stay two weeks in there. Reporting things and such. Whatever Rayman does. You heard there is a beach nearby too. Though it was too cold to swim. You are sure Eden especially choose this time around on purpose. Just to tease you two. Those fuckers.

You went past your own room and went straight ahead for the elevator and pressed the top floor. You want to see the view.

After a bit of wait the doors opened with a ding. You walked in the penthouse, glancing around, observing the nice view with a deep happy sigh.

You closed your eyes with a smile. But it faded quickly, you gripped the earphone between your two fingers. You sighed with a thoughtful expression, putting it in your ear and pressed it on, calling for the only contact inside. Before you could even open your mouth, a very familiar voice quickly answered from the other side. "Light. It's been so long since I've heard from you! Honestly, it's good to see you're calling. Do you have something to report?" Light... that was your code name.

"Bullfrog." You greeted back, "Actually no... This time... I need to talk to you... like a friend."

You waited for him to say something. Hearing a few gunshot and a grunt from him your expression soured, "Fuck, was this a bad time?"

"Non, non, not at all. Just gimme a sec."

You waited a few minutes for him. You heard him fight with a few armed people. He heaved a sigh, "I would like to talk also, mon ami. What's up?"

You sighed, "It's about our mission... I can't... I can't do this to him. I want to tell him--"

"If you do you would risk our mission." He sounded serious but you are too.

You chuckled, "Aren't we always under heavhy danger?"

"I always trust your instincts you know that. But you actually believe he could change just so you said so? He believes he is doing good."

"I know. Don't worry, I am not gonna do anything that can risk the mission or us. I just need a right moment. I know we can able to get him to our side." You knew Bullfrog didn't actually believe what you said.

You heard him sigh, you knew he wanted to argue about that, he only softly speak up a few words, "I find it hard, mon ami. Just be more carifull." You heard more gun shots on his side. "I need to go. We'll talk more about this later. You just continue observing." You were an agent after all.

"You want to meet?"

"That's too risky. Just wait for my call."

"Alright. Try to stay alive until then."

"You too, prends soin de toi." He closed the call.

You took a deep breath and took your earphone off. You just need to wait the right time.

The right moment... you wonder...

#allenwrites #reader #x reader #captain laserhawk #rayman #rayman x reader #captain laserhawk rayman #rayman captain laserhawk

[i-care-4u]

UN VERANO SIN TI | J.HARLOW

part one | part two | part three

pair: jack harlow x actress!reader

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A/N: i’ve been doing instagram au’s recently, and i haven’t written these types of fics in like a year, so it feels so refreshing writing them again. btw, apologies if there’s any grammar mistakes or any typos.

‘17-‘20

For the past five years, you’ve pretty much made yourself a big name in the entertainment industry. Since your debut, critics and the people were quickly mesmerized by your talent, which later contributed to your nominations at big award ceremonies.

While filming your second project four years ago, you discovered Jack and his music. However, it wasn’t until a year later when you first met him.

Jack was starstruck the moment he saw you. He couldn’t believe that one of today’s leading actresses is a big fan of his. Around this time, he was recording a new mixtape. You still remembered the conversation that occurred, which was now an ongoing joke between you and him.

“Hi, I’m Jack,” Jack introduced himself as you came up to him to give him a hand shake.

“I know,” you replied, letting out a soft laugh.

After the interaction, you exchanged numbers, and began hanging out together.

By early 2020, you and Jack started dating. Since Jack wanted more of a private life, you both agreed to keep the relationship that way, with the exception of close family and friends. However, due to one of his songs becoming popular, it pushed him to a more mainstream audience. Although you and Jack were celebrating for reaching such achievements, unfortunately, you both knew that going out together was going to be such a conflict.

‘22

With your upcoming project being the most anticipated film of the year, and Jack releasing his new album, it was going to be quite a year for you two.

You and Jack barely had the time to see each other, and the only interactions came through the phone. You didn’t like that feeling. The feeling that you were dating your own screen just felt weird to you. The next time you were going to see him again was during the MET Gala, which happens to be the same week Jack releases his album.

By that point, you had the thought to end things with Jack. It was an upsetting thought, but both of you were booked and busy if you really think about it. You were busy with your film, which was set for a summer release, and there’s also an upcoming press tour alongside it. Meanwhile, Jack had upcoming performances left and right, traveling from France to Australia. As much as it hurts to let go of someone, you believed that now was the right time.

MET GALA ‘22, MAY 2nd, 2022

You arrived to New York City a couple of days ago, which was nothing new for you. Tonight was going to be your first MET since 2019, and your first with Jack.

At the hotel, your stylist picked out a dress from (brand choice), while you were in charge of doing your own makeup. Considering the way people were dressed last year, you’d say that your team did a great job on their research and finding a dress that represented “gilded glamour.”

Before putting on the dress, you heard a knock on the door. You opened the door to see that it was Jack. He was already red carpet ready and he wanted your opinion of his look. He showed up wearing a silky brown suit from Givenchy, a little different from the regular tuxedos that a lot of men tend to wear at the MET.

“How do I look, baby?” Jack asked you as he was fixing up his tie.

“You look amazing, Jack,” you smiled, fixing the outfit for him.

“I knew I could rely on you,” Jack said, quickly giving you a kiss on the forehead before he closed the door.

After a few hours, you arrived at the MET Gala. Your appearance was the most anticipated tonight, based on past looks. It was exciting to see what you were going to wear next. Like every award ceremony, there’s cameras flashing, people cheering from all angles, and of course, the interviews.

“Y/N LOOK OVER HERE!”

“SMILE Y/N!”

“Y/N TURN AROUND!”

“I LOVE YOU Y/N!”

Everyone was obsessed with your MET look. You were the highlight of the night, earning the title of “best-dressed” alongside other celebrities.

Following the pictures taken on the MET stairs, you went to their dinner party, where you got greeted by Jack.

You and Jack went towards the food table. The food looked quite exquisite, having a Sofia Coppola feel to it. Jack grabbed a plate and asked, “You want something to eat or drink?”

“Not at this moment,” you nodded. “Thank you, though.” Before Jack put the plate back, he asked you again, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll eat once the MET is over.”

You weren’t upset, but rather overwhelmed. The next thing you wanted to do was to leave the dinner, and stay at the hotel, but you just couldn’t. Instead, you rushed to the bathroom, which you quickly regretted.

By the time you opened the door, there was a group of celebrities attempting to take the MET Gala picture. Instantly, all eyes were on you, “Y/n, care to join us?”

Giving them an awkward smile, you tried to fit into the frame. For the next ten seconds, everyone was fixing their outfits and thinking of a pose. By the last second, one of the celebrities announced that they were taking the picture, “MET Gala ‘22, everybody say cheese!”

After the picture, you headed back to dinner where you sat in the empty seat next to Jack’s.

“Having fun?” you looked over to Jack.

“Yeah, I’m getting a little tired though. Are you tired yet?”

“Sort of,” You had a monotone voice, showing no emotion whatsoever.

“Let me take you outside for some fresh air, no?” Jack held your hand, but you refused, thinking about your private relationship with him. “Jack, we can’t. Remember?”

“Right.”

“Speaking of going out, I don’t think I want to attend that afterparty anymore.”

“That’s fine,” Jack kissed your cheek as you got out of your seat. “Do what you need to do, okay babe?”

“Okay. See you tomorrow morning.”

TUESDAY, MAY 3rd, 2022

The next morning, as you were getting ready, you received some text messages from Jack.

Jack: are you in your hotel room right now?

Jack: let’s talk

You: i’m here

You turned off your phone and continued getting ready. After doing some final touches to your makeup, you decided to order some tea for you and Jack.

"Room service. How may I help you?”

"Uhm, yeah. May I have two hot teas?"

"Which one?" You didn’t specify what kind prior, but you knew that Jack loves the hottest kind of tea.

"The hottest one. Just any of the—"

"You want black or green tea?"

"Green for both, please. Thank you. "

While you were waiting for your orders, someone knocked on the door. "It’s Jack," you thought.

You opened the door, and it was no surprise that it was him. As he walked into your room, he couldn’t resist giving you a hug. You missed that feeling, that rare feeling. You knew, however, that you and he weren’t destined to be together for this long.

"How’s my baby feeling today?" Jack asked you.

"Better than yesterday," you assured. "And by the way, I ordered some tea, which should be here any minute now."

"Very generous of you," Jack said sarcastically. He was glad to see you doing better and getting the rest that you needed after yesterday. However, it wasn’t the case for you. Instead, you felt nervous about having this talk, scared that you were going to slip up really badly.

"What if he doesn’t want to see me ever again?" you thought. The only goal here was for you and Jack to be cool as just friends.

You two walked together and found a seat at the empty table that was in the room. You relax for a few seconds, hoping that everything goes as planned. Afterwards, you began to talk to him.

"I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but I think it’d be cool if we stayed as just friends," you began. "I feel like we’d become so distant this past year to the point where I’m just dating my own screen, you know?"

Jack got up from his seat, and you tried to question him, feeling startled that he was leaving immediately. Luckily, he opened the door and grabbed the two teas that you ordered earlier. He placed your tea on the table while he began to take a sip of his tea, "Sorry, the tea arrived. Go on, Y/n.”

You continued, "We’re literally at our prime right now, and I’m really proud of what you achieved. I truly am. I just don’t think that I’m the right person for you anymore.”

Silence, but not the awkward kind. Jack respected your decision. "I get it, our schedules can get packed like right now. Either way, I’d still be proud of you for what you've done to your fans and to my music as well. Thank yo-“

You interrupted him, "Jack, this is not a farewell."

"I still mean everything that I said earlier. I’m so glad that I met you, Y/n.”

“Thank you, and thank you for understanding where I’m coming from, Jack.”

-

After two years of dating, you and Jack officially broke up. It went smoothly like you planned, and you are now friends with Jack.

Things were going to be different, of course. Looking at the schedules, it was going to be a long year, starting with summer. It begins, a summer without Jack, a summer without you.

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[beanghostprincess]

I was wondering what your thoughts, headcanons, or possible aftermath fic scenarios for this "what if?": What if Usopp had been there with Chopper and the other doctors when they witnessed Sanji get his exoskeleton against Queen? What would Usopp have felt? What would he done? Once Kaido was beat, would Usopp have gone and brought it up with Sanji? Sanji sure the fuck didn't bring it up with anyone and probably swore Chopper to secrecy...

I've been saving this post to write a proper answer to these questions because I think it's such a good and interesting topic that it deserves my attention 100%. Or at least that's what I've been saying, but if I'm being honest it's just that the whole topic of Sanji in Wano affects me personally and it's not exactly my favorite subject (It really is, though. I love it. I just have to be in the right mindset). And since I am drunk and sad I am going to try and tell you what I think. I sincerely apologize if there are any typos here, btw.

Your question kind of reminds me of what I always say about Usopp being in WCI. I personally think he should've been at least either in WCI or here with Sanji when his body got altered. I don't think it's fair we got to see Sanji with Usopp back in Water 7 when he was the most vulnerable but we didn't see Usopp with him when all of this happened. I don't know. Perhaps I'm a bit biased because I'm a Sanuso shipper and Usopp fan, but I really would've liked it.

I think Usopp would've been confused, just like all the other characters witnessing this, but he would've known instantly that something more was going on. Like. It's not only that Sanji's body is getting altered, but that it's affecting him emotionally. Usopp would've known it was upsetting him. And tbh since he saw Sanji wearing the raid suit for the first time, it isn't hard to like, draw your own conclusions. He probably would've known it had something to do with it. Perhaps he would've tried to help with the fight but Sanji would've told him to stop (because he's stubborn and a fucking self-sacrificing idiot and also he was in the middle of a breakdown) and Usopp would've started panicking, basically. Reading Sanji's movements to see what's wrong and panics even more when he sees him not getting hurt the way he should. And when he sees his whole body being, uh, out of place, and Sanji not getting hurt by it, he just starts panicking even more. Like, here we have to keep in mind he doesn't know anything about what happened back at WCI. He knows. But he doesn't know. You know? Anyway- The thing is that I don't think Sanji would've given him the chance to express his feelings because he's in the middle of the fight and because he definitely does not want to talk about it.

Personally, I think Usopp would have brought it up and that's sort of why Oda didn't put him there (and because Usopp was doing his Usonami shenanigans with Ulti and Paypay) (I never talk about Ulti and Paypay I fucking love them wtf). It's a journey Sanji has to go on his own. It's his "nothing happened" moment. The only ones who know something's wrong are Chopper and Zoro, and they for sure won't talk about it because Sanji definitely told Chopper to not say anything and Zoro is... Zoro. Anyway. I think Usopp would've tried to talk about it with Sanji and Sanji would've told him that it's not that big of a deal. That it's nothing. He'll get over it on his own. And tbh I am making it Sanuso because I am the Sanuso princess and I can do it:

Usopp asks Sanji what happened back there, and Sanji refuses to answer and tries to ignore the question. Tries to laugh it away or whatever. Usopp knows something is wrong, of course. Of course he knows, because Sanji has been like an open book ever since WCI happened. Long story short, they have some back and forth with Usopp demanding to know more because he cares about him and Sanji trying to ignore his questions. But, yeah, Sanji ends up yelling and telling him the truth and he instantly feels like shit for yelling at Usopp and scaring him and that only makes him hate himself more. And if that ends up with Sanji crying and having a whole breakdown and Usopp hugging him it's up to you, but to me I 100% confirm that this would happen and Usopp would give him a whole speech about him still being himself despite his body because otherwise he wouldn't be crying.

#long story short oda didn't make usopp see this bc then he would've had to make sanuso canon #or he would've had to give usopp important scenes in wano and god forbid oda gives him attention #anyway at least elbaf will be for him #as you can see i did not get too much into the subject of sanji bc i think that if i talk about it i will cry #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

[anakinism]

Oops I didn't mean to post that anonymously. Yes, if you have the time to post more about giffing, that would be awesome!

Okay so I'll make a quick tutorial and I hope it's easy to understand ksjsk. It's very image heavy and I apologize for any typos. We'll be making this:

So I start by taking the screencaps with Potplayer. Just open your video (preferably 1080p x264). The shortcut to take your screencaps is Ctrl + G, it'll open this window:

(those are my configurations, it's in portuguese but it's easy to understand)

I usually create a folder in Documents for each gif. Also remember to start capturing a little earlier because it takes a few seconds to start, same thing when you finish.

Now it's time to open it on photoshop! Make sure you have your timeline set up, if it's not showing up go to Window > Timeline. Now go to File > Scripts > Load File into Stacks

When this window opens, just choose your folder and click okay after it loads (might take a while if there's too many files)

So when it opens, you'll click on the 'Create Frame Animation' option in the timeline

It'll create a single layer, so go to the little button at the side and click on make frames from layers

they'll show up backwards, so go back and choose reverse frames

Now you're all set. It's time to delete what you don't want. Since tumblr accepts up to 10mb, I usually keep it between 60 frames. Really it depends on the scene and the dimensions you're gonna make your gif. (for example, if after your coloring, the background of your gif is completely black, you can go up to 175 frames, even if you make a 540x gif, i did that once lol)

So when you have your scene ready, select all frames and set your frame delay to 0,05.

Then, with all your frames still selected, convert them to video timeline

Go to your frames, select all of them and convert them to smart object

So after that, you can crop your image! Check the tumblr dimensions here. When making big gifs I like to use 540x400, 500 or 600. Just what I think it'll fit best. For 2 per row, I usually use 268x180 or 268x200. For this gif I used 540x400 and cropped it, I always try to crop the borders so there's no risk of the gif having that weird white border around it.

Then go to Image > Image Size on top of the screen

Set to the dimensions you used when cropping, so for me it was 540 x 400:

I use bicubic smoother to resample but honestly i don't really know the difference kdjsk

Now let's sharpen it! I usually use this one for big gifs (comes with a better tutorial than this kdjsk) but it's got a lot of steps to it that i like to do it myself, so i just use to sharpen it. And if you're following this tutorial, we already did all the steps on the action, so just click on the Smart Sharpen.

I also recommend this action for when you're making 268px gifs (two per row). I love this action too. Btw if you're just downloading your actions, you have to load them on those 3 little lines:

So for coloring! I use a base for most of my gifs and I edit them from there. Here's a great blog for coloring psds. If you want, I can make a separate tutorial on how I color my gifs, because it won't fit it all in 1 post.

Then I added my subtitles. Make sure the subtitle layer is on top of the coloring one so it doesn't look weird. Here's the settings I'm using for this one:

Now we're gonna add blending options. Go to the bottom of the screen with your subtitle layer selected and click on that little Fx:

I added drop shadow, outer glow and stroke:

When you're done, you're gonna want to Save for Web. The shortcut is Ctrl + Shift + Alt + S. All at once. This window will open up:

This is how I like to save them. Don't forget to make sure your gif is set to forever and less than 10mb (you can check at the bottom of the screen, below your gif, mine is 5,5mb). And you're done!

Or not. I don't know why I have this problem, but after save it, my photoshop sets the frame delay back to 0,07, and that's too slow. So I open my gif again in File > Open. Or Ctrl + O.

Select all frames and set your frame delay to 0,05 again

Do not convert to video timeline. Just Save for Web again. And now you're really done.

#gif tutorial #i hope this is not too confusing #im a terrible teacher #but please lemme know if you have any questions or if i didnt touch on something you were wondering

[thotsforvillainrights]

hi!! How are u? I hope you doing fine 🥰🥰

I would like to ask for match up pls.

I'm female, heterosexual, I'm either ISFJ/INFP (kinda feels like both 🤷‍♀), an artist, I have pretty intimidating face and I kind of proud of it but at the same time I'm insecure bc no one want to be friends with me 😭😭 but I find myself as introverted, weird, and shy, people didn't know I'm that kind of person since I have rbf 🗿but I'm loud with friends I'm closed with

I have long black haired, brown eyes, fair skin, rbf, my height is 165cm and wearing glasses

Hobby, watch movies, reading books, drawing, listens to music, daydreaming 24h and shopping

I likes anime, manga, novel, fashion, watch romance and horror movies, cooking, dark academia theme and style, animals, love and always wearing black mask (it sad bc covid is almost over 😭) coffee and anything not to sweet

I don't really like sweets I mean I like eat something not to sweet like pudding, coffee cake, any pastries, etc.. I hate pastel colors and anything that cute except cute animals (it just cringe for me I'm sorry), do any works late at night, anyone that annoyed me (I pretty much have anger issues with this one 😀), someone I'm use to know with ignore me, someone with adhd (I'm not hate I know some people had it so I'm said I distance myself), I hate when people makes me wash the dishes, that the only thing I know about myself 🤷‍♀

Positive about me is I'm very supportive, kindhearted, polite, hardworking, independent, forgiving with someone I love, ambitious, curiosity, I'm literally mom of the friends group 😭, concern pretty important for me, patience (depends on my mood)

Negative things about me, I have anger issues (only for those who annoyed/make me angry I'm not 24/7 angry sometimes I try to be more patience), careless, rebellious, stubborn and aggressive

About the aggressive part I love to take hand to hand combat bcuz I took martial art class and I'm good using any dangerous weapon bcuz I love to takes any risk and challenge

From what I tell u from the beginning I have problem to control my emotions, naturally I'm lil shy, emotionless and introverted but when I lost control I hurt people feeling where at the end I feel regret and I embarrass to apologize until now

I'm pretty good when it comes to fashion sense, I like to wear casual dress especially color black and red (I'm not emo and muscular btw) I wear what I feels like it good and makes me confident with my rbf (depends on what the occasion/season) and I wear makeup especially doing ombre lips 😍

I don't show love through words but more to act of service, quality times and physical touch. Too bad I am quite inexperienced when it comes to love but doesn't mean I don't know how to show appreciation

Bonus, I'm not afraid of anything even insects like cockroaches, I do afraid of something but my useless brain didn't tell me what it is rn 🙄👎. I made my own career. I'm very good when it comes to cooking but bad at cleaning.. Like very bad..

Well that the only thing I know about me. and sorry about bad English I hope u understand what I tryna to says and thank you so much 😇🥰 sorry if I didn't notice the typos 😃

(Okie Dokie!!!)

Match-Up #23

-I match you with Yu Hojo-

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-Upon first glance he'd thought you were tough as nails and that you didn't like him or the others in the least bit. Why Overhaul would let a woman join the yakuza was beyond him. However, Hojo never questioned the boss considering he'd placed his full trust in him. Maybe you were like him and the others here? Discarded and stomped on by society, trash saved by the leader himself and given another chance at life here with the Hassaikai. Or perhaps he just needed a maid right? A pretty face like yours would do well around here as the maid. The man let his thoughts run wild for at least 2 full days after he found out you were being placed in his team. Little by little you began to open up and confuse Hojo more and more. Just earlier you were sitting there as a menacing aura rolled off of you. Then here you were about 20 minutes later taking care of Tabe and speaking sweetly to him after he'd gotten a paper cut somehow. So which is it? Were you vicious or kind??? Hojo continued on with his work and watched you as the days passed. You started talking more and more with the other two and soon he'd found you were nothing like the facial expression that betrayed you so many times. You were a delightful person to be around compared to him and the rest of the brutes here. He secretly began to beat himself up when he watched you interact with the others. He wanted to be close to you as well, loudly joking about whatever dumb topic was on your mind at the moment but he kept his distance from you and just kept quiet. If it actually hadn't been for Setsuno intervening then Hojo would've never ended up as your partner to begin with. "Look man I'm not trying to get on your ass or play cupid, but I think if you really like the girl you shouldn't hesitate on it. She's become pretty popular around here lately and it's only a matter of time before some snub asks her out. You don't wanna live your life in regret man. You know I could give a shit less about something as fictional as love but I just can't stand the thought of having to deal with you moping around here any longer."

"Moping…have I been moping?" Setsuno sucks air in through his teeth and stares anywhere but at Hojo. "Yeah man. Moping."

-Hojo bites back on the nervousness that crept up on him the day he finally asked you on a date. You happily accepted it because let's face it: Hojo was pretty attractive and free food was involved as well. I'd say the date went fairly well. He asked a lot of questions about you but didn't really air himself out there as much for you. It was likely because he was actually a little shy for the first time in his life. He was a gentleman the entire time and it was clear to see that chivalry wasn't dead when it came to him. The next date that came around you actually ended up asking him out this time and he happily took you up on the offer. This time he incorporated some of the things he learned about you from the first date. He gifts you some anime merch (you should've seen how awkward he looked buying it lol), he offers his car stereo for your full control so you can play music you like, he ever takes you out shopping later…his treat! The third date was an indoor one. You curl up on the couch and show him a few of your favorite horror and romance movies while he snickers at the cheesiness in all of it. He comes up with the idea halfway through to have a drawing date where you both follow a tutorial and show each other the results. His drawing was awful lol. If you've got time left in the date you two cook together (maybe teach him a little something) and you even get to show him some of your favorite books. To be romantic, this man will read them to you if you wanted him to.

-A few more dates and you've basically grown comfortable with each other. It's okay for you to show yourself around him. You can daydream all you want, geek over fashion or cute animals even, or simply infodump everything you know about dark academia to him. He accepts it all with a smile and a little twinkle of interest in his eye. In return you have to take him as he is. He's protective, sometimes stern when he lectures you, but so gentle to you as if you're the most fragile thing he's ever touched. He loves you so much. He does little things here and there to express it rather than saying it as often to you. He'll steal your glasses right off your face and clean smudges off of them with his shirt (even if he's wearing an expensive shirt). He'll try to help you calm yourself if your anger gets out of control. Even if you end up lashing out on him, he's still there no matter what because he knows it's just your emotions making you feel like that. This man will even let you spar with him. He learns the hard way about why Overhaul let you into the Shie Hassaikai after he sees the damage you can do in a fight.

-He's not too much of a needy man so however you show your love to him, he'll take it and cherish it no matter what.

-The man admires your fashion sense and overall style you display. He'll admit to your face that he loves your eyes and your hair most of all. Honestly he's secretly given you a stupid nickname behind your back, his little doe since you remind him of that animal. He's not ever going to tell you this since he's worried you'll hate it lol.

-What you lack in one department, he makes up for in another. So even if you're bad at cleaning, he'll take over and cover that part for you. When you're upset, he'll try to remain calm for you to level things out. He really is a good person to be in a relationship with. He's knows you like the back of his hand after about a year of dating of each other!

#match up

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7th Dimension (Chapter 6)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 5.1

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I'm always 1-2 chapters ahead in this site)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: You've had it well understood that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, you've never intended nor expected Satoru to take it literally as if Valhalla existed within those eyes of his. Thus, his reckless revelation had been essential towards the objectives he had from you---or was it bound to end up as a fallacy towards the curbs that filled the path up ahead?

Warnings: Gojo Satoru being a teasing, sexy hottie mofo---*kicks whatever is on my way rn* Also, his eyes. EYES I SAY. (ᗒᗩᗕ) Nanami's exasperation. 🤣 Don't worry, we're letting him rest after this. 🤣 He's such a mood---🤣 Satoru's an utter tease here ISTG because of the *cough* physical contact he's gradually giving---*coughs* (I can't help it---!!!) Reader be a simp so bad that she's prolly loathing this moment rn---😭🤣 Btw, I have no idea if Nanami has a nephew or niece, I've only read through a trivia that his Maternal grandfather is Danish but other than that, none.

Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!

A/N: Y'all are seeing Gojo's eyes rn. Enjoy the GIF's created by their rightful creators, bb's! Also, it's very hot in our country rn and writing for Satoru isn't helping a lot. *Sweats more*

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME MUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a simp and a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

"NANAMI!" Satoru bellowed with a huff, constantly being rejected by the 7:3 sorcerer from the moment they've set the soles of their footwear along the private plane.

Nanami Kento had his pointer finger and thumb over his temple and chin, leaning onto his hand while his own elbow was on the arm rest of his chair, "What?" he phlegmatically responded, nasally as it echoed around the plane, sounding like he was on the verge of having a migraine, "---When will you ever stop pestering me?"

Copious, delectable sweetmeats laid before the table. Various kinds where some were boxed and even wrapped in plastics. Some were shop-made bonbons, desserts in which you've somehow identified the others from their shapes and sizes---knowing full well what they were because it was your country's delicacies. The best of the best kinds. You thought this blindfolded guy who were addicted with mochis only adored one type of junket. No. The man was addicted to any type of sweets and it definitely has kept your mind blank from his overflowing cravings.

He was avidly beaming from the moment you've passed by a shop that were selling tons of different pastries and desserts, triggering his growing appetite especially after such a disputed conversation that you had with him. Whereby, both you and Nanami had been forced to come along as he bought the afters.

Satoru convinced you and Nanami that he had bought them as souvenirs for the students---his students. Howbeit, he probably did but based from how he started munching on them one by one, humming in rapture for the delights he just bought, the souvenirs that were planned to be given won't even arrive from his gluttony and be given to its definite owners back in Japan.

"You've brought back too many sweets from the shop," Nanami began to complain when Satoru was reaching out his hand, a wrapped delicacy that appeared to be too honeyed for Nanami's taste, "---I'm not fond of your choices. You know this."

"Come on, just take one for your nephew or niece!" The blindfolded Jujutsu Sorcerer gestured, shaking the sweetmeat on his hand which was still being held by Satoru. Nanami made it obvious that he wasn't bound to take it eventually as he sighed and briefly tugged off his sunglasses, gently laying them down on his side of the table.

Nanami was probably just jaded over Satoru's company or he was sapped by his prior daily activities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer back in Japan. Cheetah-Tie has been constantly looking through his own watch as if he was keeping tabs on the time that was set in his country home.

Perhaps, he did not like working overtime.

"I don't have a nephew or niece." Kento ended the discussion, sounding deadbeat from Gojo's persistence which left the latter pouting on the sides.

With crossed arms, your face was scrunched in a scrutinizing squinch of your nose and mouth, examining Satoru who had his lips pursed from the incessant rejection he was receiving from Nanami. You couldn't entirely fathom how this man-child who was nuts about sweet courses is actually notorious for being the strongest out of all Jujutsu Sorcerers as much as how he was laying it on thick for you.

This...man is the strongest? that tiny voice inside your heart murmured distantly and completely skeptical over the idea.

After the conversation you had with Satoru, you were determined to be of help.

At least, that was what you wanted to be in their dimension---to consider yourself as someone functional because fate seemed to bring you the motives that your purposes had to have objectives of remembering the sketches you've manage to acquire during your accident.

Furthermore, this was the deal you had with Gojo. He promised to help you return to your rightful dimension in exchange for how you managed to have a grasp of the past and a future that he also had no idea on. You trusted that he could and considered how he bragged himself to be one---the only person who would have the ability to take you back to where you came from.

"Satoru," the torn up sketches were on your hands, giving it another once over as you eyed it for the tenth time today. You've leaned forward, thoroughly snugged on your seat with your legs crossed under your thighs. In some way, the discussion you had with him gave you a feeling of this precipitous, puzzling consolation out of the blue.

It felt like this was just a start of the journey that kept your feet tracked upon their path within their world.

"---Nah. Never mind." In a nonchalant tone, you stated under your breath, your elbows rested on the edges of the table with your cheeks slanted upon your arms. A taupe crayon that you've somehow acquired from the Jujutsu Sorcerer who strangely had Crayola with him, it was encased around your fingers, loosely holding onto the color with a sigh and a begrudging heart because the whole idea was fruitless. On the spur of the moment, the concept was just a postulation that coloring the ripped up sketches would help you remember.

Though, there was no results. You've just seem like a person who was bore to tears over the whole plane ride that you needed to give the sketches colors, deciding that you looked like a kid who was just finding some distraction rather than waiting to arrive back in Japan.

With delicate fingers and a little retouches here and there, the once sharp tip of the taupe Crayola which was now blunt from coloring their skin, their body and faces now had humanistic pigmentation. You were trying to fill the whites with Satoru's skin color, your mind wandering in miniscule moments as your eyes were constantly distant from time to time, unaware of how inane you look to be whilst also having your own peace on your side of the plane with Gojo who seated in front.

You were detached from the current world, wholly unaware that Satoru and Nanami weren't in the middle of their repartees anymore. Unbeknownst to you, the white-haired Sorcerer kept you under his observation, masticating over another newly opened box of chocolate delicacy. His cheeks turgescent because of the action as he silently chewed, analyzing your abrupt decisions as if to spare time as you seemed to be bored over the whole plane ride.

But, no. You actually were just trying to get a hold of anything that would spouse your amnesia into remembering anything.

Now, for the eyes. You were absentminded over the whole activity, a stable breath leaving your mouth. Without even realizing it, your fingers has taken the initiative over choosing what color it wanted. An abnormal hunch that ceased your finger from taking a hold onto. This thoughtless action igniting a lift of your head, oddly staring at the Crayola that felt like it was condemning you for your unforeseen choices.

Why were you reaching out for Blue?

"Oi, Tiny-Chan." Gojo sounded bodacious as ever, seeming to want your attention on him and not on the sketches at hand. Being utterly unaware that he'd hummed in interest from the moment that you stopped dead in your tracks for reaching out a color that he unpredicted due to how assertive you were over how his eyes appeared to be. He smiled broadly by the subliminal gesture, reading through the signs.

So, you really had an idea on what his eyes looked like then?

Satoru took you out of your profound reverie, making you blink twice to yourself before you've lifted your head, your heart leaping a long one on account to his gestures.

Astringent. Melting. The bon-bon that has been leniently popped in between your ajar mouth---clement as he tried to be aside from the person who he, himself describe as someone too compelling for other people to handle in his world. Satoru was venturesome and ignorant over the way how the tip of his slightly calloused, thick thumb grazed over your lower lip, too faraway over feeding you a sweetmeat that he was exhilarated for. His oblivious touch sending unconventional euphoria and whammy which made you slightly choke on the delicacy that was shoved in your mouth.

The latter highly had faith that you were the only one who would appreciate the sweet dish for the evidences of adoring such dessert that he also somehow dotes on. It had a hint of caramel and cooked milk. Upon the first bite has been soft---unbelievably creamy. The aroma filled your palates with cocoa and roasted nuts, bursting with various hints of pungent milk chocolate that you were familiarized with.

Satoru's smile was cordial. The image of his beaming face not helping how your heart was running faster than any other sportscar would ever. Emitting another hum to himself, seeming to be oddly distrait upon glancing over the thumb he'd somehow fed you with. Hence, his succeeding gestures making you choke twice as he brought it over his own lip, giving it a feathery, detectable sup over the melted residues that stained his finger.

Did he---really? Oh, this handsome mofo.

Thus, this guy who was seated crossed leg in front of you, grinned after a while. Entirely taking heed over your dumbfounded reactions.

It was then and there that you knew he was having the jollification over your wordless ripostes. He just knew or is probably assertive that he could have any woman skipping hearts for him.

There was this fitful urge to break all the Crayolas that were haphazardly scattered around because of him--- just his damned presence alone.

His supercilious, patronizing self can actually be treacherous for anyone, especially to you.

"It's yummy, right?" Gojo taunted and lowly chuckled with a snigger, leaning his broad back on his own seat with arms crossed, watching you like a hawk beneath his mask.

You could feel your entire face rush like you were being cooked, metaphorically speaking---think of it as a sunny side up egg that's constantly being turned from one side and to the other, repeatedly until it was burnt. It was that kind of temperature---too excessive for your feeble emotions and heart to handle.

Heedless over the scowl on your face, you were galled over how you were being mindlessly teased on, not entirely being a fan over how vivifying could Gojo's provocations be ever since after the discussion you had with him.

With each quivering swallow of the bon-bon that has been fed, the more it basks in the honeyed taste. You've heard Satoru shift on his seat, your nerves still unsettled prior to what has happened. The torn manga panels sitting in between the space of your thumb and pointer finger, utterly mindful that it shivered in the slightest. It unraveled the truth that your heart was fluttering, "T-Thish ishn't you. I shwear." your cheeks were tumefied from the sugary cate as you quietly stammered, awkwardly clearing your throat.

Nanami seemed to be like he was resting. As far as how you could perceive from the moment you've laid a quick glance at Satoru's co-worker, taking heed that the 7:3 sorcerer had his eyes closed and his blonde head rested upon his seat. You were safe then. The guy's placidity felt like he had a habit of observing everyone in his own solitude, it was making you dubious that he probably had been criticizing your every move.

"Wanna bet?" Gojo skittishly offered, leaning forward as he brought an elbow over the edge of the table, a palm rested upon his chin, his head cocked to the side while he stared beneath his mask. Would he show it to you today? His eyes that you have been curious about since day one?

Why did it felt like you didn't want to then?

"---If I make you believe that this is really me, would you bake me sweets whenever I want to?"

Satoru patiently waited for you to answer. Though, he expected you would take the bait considering how he'd built up the intrigue a little too long now that his presence has kept you restless day by day, "Just that?"

"You want more to bet?" the latter bargained, already listing all the other proposals he had in mind. His thoughts grasping in the bids that came tumbling down his pretty head. Heedful of the others that left him in wonder to behold, regardless that most were wholesome.

Yet, he least envisaged the ones that remained to be...somehow, insalubrious. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer had to clear his own throat to that and emphatically omit them out of his imaginary bulleted list of proposals he wanted to offer.

"Deal, then." you consented with a determined cross of your arms, leaning back as you've crossed your fidgety legs over the other, the soles to your feet felt oddly warm from the dying anticipation.

Satoru lifted his chin in a minimal amount, appearing to be taken aback by the swift acceptance towards his offers. This meant you were going to bake him sweets whenever he wanted no matter what time of the day, right? Even if it would've been at three in the morning? "W-Wait---I think I may want to add more to it---" his thoughts were in a jumble of mess, the bidding of avarice making him stumble over his own words as he held a palm over his own face whenever he was being asked questions that made him think twice.

You've cut his train of thoughts, expectant that he would add more to it and your heart was pounding for what he actually wanted to append in the proposition aside from cooking for him, "I'm waiting..."

"This is unfair! You demand too much from me!" Satoru dramatically bellyached, clutching his chest over how you didn't give him anymore chances upon changing his manifestos.

"I'm only demanding to see if you truly have eyes or not!"

"You're the only woman who's difficult to be swayed and it's already been a week!" He pursed his lips upon the finger pointed at his face, quietly grousing like a child being upbraided for his nonsensical choices over choosing what flavor of ice cream was better---vanilla or chocolate? Satoru would've probably chosen both. Ice cream was ice cream. No matter how people argued over which flavor was best, it was still sweet. Sugary. "---It's like you don't trust me a lot. A stubborn, non-sorcerer who never believed 'the strongest'. I can't believe this girl,"

"Stop whispering. I can hear you." you nasally sighed, comprehending what he was trying to whisper as if he wanted you to actually comprehend his fatuous bleats. Your feet were purposelessly being shaken due to waiting too long for him to just take them off. It wasn't like he was keeping his eyes hidden from anyone because it's where he gets his abilities right? your consciousness asked that inner voice inside your head, "---Besides, it's difficult to trust a blindfolded man who seems inconspicuous to me."

Satoru had a palm over his chest, a grin breaking his lips apart from how you claimed him to be unimposing. You certainly did not just say that. He thought to himself as he wordlessly huffed. This comeback just fueled his burning pride into his steadfast determination upon making you realize who you were actually talking to, "Inconspicuous? Me? You sure about that? Once you see my handsome face, you promise not to fall in love, alright?"

Your mouth kept shut at that from his cavalier attitude over the whole idea of it. Was it how he sounded? how brusque those words escaped his mouth like it was a point that will never come across his mind---ever.

"Because...Wait, a second---I've said this to Yuta before," Gojo raised a finger, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts as he fished out his phone from his own pockets as he mindlessly muttered out a name that you never heard of yet. Yuta? who was he?

"---Love is the most twisted curse of all," he continued as a matter of fact, ever so bluntly while scrolling through his phone.

Satoru made it seem like he detested the whole concept of what love does to people. Your mind went blank at that, passing through the chasm of forgotten memories that rung in a modicum of taking a trip down the memory lane. It sounded familiar? where have you heard it aside from him?

You squinted your eyes back at him, skeptical over the whole 'quote' being said. He probably had a bundle of quotes saved in his notepad to give the impression of being a bibliophile, "Did you really have to look through your phone while saying that? Was that a quote from Tumblr or Pinterest?"

You had no idea if Tumblr or Pinterest existed in this dimension you were currently in. Though, you weren't limiting over the whole idea because if Jennifer Lawrence breathed in the same dimension you were in right now then it was mostly possible that Tumblr, Wattpad or Pinterest existed as well. Moreover, one of your plans during your stay within Satoru's dimension was to also search through other actors if they were also alive and kicking.

"It's mine! I had it saved in my phone," he assertively avowed, sounding to have at least a hint of exasperation over your harmless taunts for his witticism, churning a stifled snort of ha-ha from you. Gojo haphazardly tossed his phone to the side of the table as he brought a hand to purposelessly brush over his fluffy white, luscious locks.

"Wait, who's Yuta---" Your sentence was brought to an untimely end. The sudden nosiness you had for this person named Yuta has been cut short, such topic that was brisk enough to pull you away from the restless interest you had for Satoru's eyes had just been a fleeting---temporary stratagem to stabilize the consternation for it.

Satoru shouldn't have just whisked down his blindfolds without warning.

He had been a tearaway over giving you the Elysian Fields. Satoru was tacit. Thorny as you could see fit---how you discerned from the grin on his face as his thick, long fingers gently skimmed along the satiny Stygian covers of his blindfolds, his actions never taken seriously from your standpoint as he seemed to have a habit of grazing over them whenever you've stared. You were self-reliant that he would prolong the revelation of his eyes because if he wanted to, he would've done it already.

Yet, from the moment he'd leaned forward, the silken mask being brought down in bullet time with a smile on his face, you knew your soul departed from the perdition and then towards Elysium.

You had no idea that you were capable of seeing the Ethers; the bluest of blue---celestial Arctic blue that could define the islands of the Blessed. Satoru was of paramount pestilential for having eyes that could beckon an ailing saint, reinvigorate your flawed soul that traipsed along the crippled path towards Siberia. Your eyes were ridiculously in no match to his as you continued to rivet. It was nearly impossible for one to tear the Zion and have them trapped inside his eyes, the shattered utopias. Where as those exuberant, albino eyelashes and eyebrows influenced to be the gates towards the promised land.

Gojo Satoru had the right to know that he was paradisiacal. Hence, you were beginning to abhor that he was breathing just right in front of you---existed to be real and true.

"Cat got your tongue, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru had his blindfolds around his neck now, knowing full well that he was looking and that you wholly had his attention. The way your mouth went ajar, how you could hear nothing but only the pleasantries of his voice that filled the void of ruptured memories which appeared to be gradually filled in by his existence, knocking together new ones. His white, fluffy hair that has weighed down and cloaked his abnormally, attractive face made you clench your fists tighter which sat on your thighs---igniting a thorough feeling of bitterness because you expected less---tried to anticipate it less.

"---I told you, I'm not blind. I can see well. Hm." he hummed, relishing in the pride that he was gaining from your stupor, "---Probably, a little too much."

"Really." you huffed more to yourself, forcing to shut your eyes closed as you quickly looked away. Straightaway, having the perfect conceptualization of how he indeed appeared to bear a resemblance of. The skies. Also hellfire in addition to his menacing qualities.

In every way, you were now convinced he was the man on the sketches; the man whom he pertained to be one drawn upon the fallen, torn up-papers where you had no idea how it was created nor scraped by.

Ceaseless native sacred oaths of words filled your mind for the exact image of what you have for Gojo Satoru. You were entirely bugged from how he recklessly surprised you with. How dare he.

"SATORU, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BLIND AND NOT HAVE EYES."

You've heard him emit the loudest laugh that he could. A tumultuous one which has made Nanami open an eye to have an idea as to what was happening to the both of you. He actually couldn't rest due to the raucous. The 7:3 sorcerer concluded that you and Satoru have gone all topsy-turvy whenever you were with him. Presumably, It was not a good one that he needed to avoid you both on every occasion.

Consequent to Satoru's guffaws, your next retaliation were immediately interrupted by a flash of images that caught you off guard, kindling a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach as your head twitched in pain. Your posture stiffening from the edge of your seat as it flashed before your eyes.

"Don't force her, Gojo." Kento went back into closing his eyes after seeing how you've stiffen from your side of the plane, sighing as he could hear Gojo chortle from his side, thoroughly finding amusement to your surprise. The Jujutsu Sorcerer was dense to see through your mental crisis because he was too immersed over your backlash towards his eyes.

"You said so yourself and Shoko as well. She's handling some kind of eccentric brain injury," His friend added as a matter of fact.

Upon seeing Satoru's eyes, there was this inconceivable light switch that clicked within you. Rheumy towards some parts---several people who were omitted in the visions that paraded within the mirage of memories you hardly could put a name to. It were quick, a foresight of these people whom you were with, how they were involved in a bellicose battle that you couldn't comprehend.

Seeing the visions for Nanami floored you to say the least. He held onto a butchers knife that was wrapped in white fabric, dotted in black, appearing to be adept at handling the tool that he tightly grasped onto, the semblance was caught in a volant chance of not knowing what or who he was caught in a skirmish with.

Thus, the one you had with Satoru had been different. There were no abnormal tools involved. No paraphernalia included nor used. The vision you had only consisted of him and him alone. His masked eyes that he eventually tugged the satiny cotton off his face, manifesting the intensity of what he had been concealing. His face coruscated in a gleam of a tawny shade, your vantage point of illusions favored him alone, the surroundings blurry enough not to know what was happening.

Howbeit, you've heard two words---an echo of his silvery voice that filled the abyss of your memories.

"Ryoiki Tenkai."

Satoru's laugh gradually subsided when he'd given heed how you stiffened on your seat. You seemed to be in some sort of pain as your palm held onto that particular side of your head. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was knocked sideways, emitting a perceptible 'Huh?' from his side of the plane when he'd quickly and carelessly grabbed onto his recent sunglasses on the side of the table that he usually wore, instantly wearing it on.

Satoru cocked his head to the side, trying to get a good look---scrutinizing you beneath his sunglasses. Might as well say that the sorcerer was also heedless of the fact that he'd grabbed onto a bunch of tissues at full tilt when he'd gotten a sight of your nose bleeding before him.

Without thinking twice, he'd outstretch his long arms to reach over your side of the seat, leniently polishing off the blood out of your nose with a grin to his face. "H-Hey!" the second time he was bound to rub the crimson liquid away, you already had your face in a twist, nose scrunched and fighting shy of his odd need to do it for you.

What was with him and his need for physical touches?

Gojo balled up the freshly stained tissues, tossing them behind, carelessly doing so as he crossed his arms against his chest. He reached out for his blindfold that surrounded his neck, planning to just wear his sunglasses throughout the whole day. "Heh. You could've concealed your bleeding nose after seeing how handsome I am," the latter loosened the knot of his mask, slipping the blindfold inside his pocket instead.

You cleared your throat, the abrupt visions kept your stomach heavy and shaky. This kept you disoriented as you've also realized how this simple visions required such an excruciating pain from your head---that it even gotten to the point of having your nose bleeding without taking heed of it.

"Satoru," you distantly called out to him, lifting a hand to lightly damp the back of your hand through the undersides of your once-bleeding-nose and you couldn't help but shake your head from all the rendered flashbacks that you absolutely have no idea on. Fate had a peculiar way of giving you such a responsibility that has kept you giving the big why's in a literal caps locked way of writing it.

Who were they really. Why did you even manage to have memories of them when you knew better yourself that they were just strangers from a heterodox world you never knew, existed.

"Ryoiki Tenkai: Domain Expansion? What does it do?"

Nanami suddenly shut his eyes open to that, hearing you say the words out of your mouth---dispassionate as it sounded like you were vexed by the consequences of how you acquired the information of Jujutsu Sorcery without anyone of help. As much as he thought of until he began to give Satoru a look of judgement.

"You told her that?" Nanami was skeptical as he asked, chiding the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer along the grumbles beneath his breath, "---You might as well tell the history of it all then."

Satoru had to cease popping another bon-bon inside his mouth from the moment you've uttered them out of your mouth. Ryoiki Tenkai, that is. He'd given his friend a glimpse of nonchalance, going on into shooting down the sweetmeat inside his mouth as he shrugged to himself. He might as well go with the flow with it. Perhaps, showing you his eyes has actually been a good sign after all. If he could've just known it sooner, Gojo should've decided to wake you up with the image of him without the blindfold instead.

"Nanami, I didn't." he was coolheaded as he admitted, no ounce of taunt or lies laced on the ends of his sentence. Hence, he'd turn his head to take in the sight that you weren't giving the heed he wanted from you; the attention that he was suddenly lacking after giving you the privilege of showing you the beauty and pain of his eyes.

It felt like you were intentionally doing so as you were scrutinizing Nanami from his side of the plane, eyes squinted back at the 7:3 sorcerer who was now wearing his distinct sunglasses, achieving at least a nap with the both of you around was impossible. He mindlessly decided in determination.

Were you seriously ignoring Gojo Satoru now after given such a prestigious moment?

"It's...Ugh---how do I---" Gojo thought twice, not wanting to get into the specifics of this with you. He was cautious upon how to explain it in a non-sorcerer way where you could be able to understand. The latter shifted on his seat, his sunglasses fitted like a glove against his tall nose bridge while he gazed fixedly on you.

His words were broken off. Before you could say knife, you were already hollering out for the 7:3 sorcerer which got Satoru pursing his lips. Much to Gojo's chagrin, this felt entirely premeditated.

Unless, his presence---the full image of his eyes alone were distracting you a lot that you were making it seem like he didn't exist around you at all?

Satoru couldn't help but smirk covertly at that, basking in the self-esteem that powered his umbrage over your deliberate cold-shoulder.

"Kento," you uttered out of nowhere, calling out for his real name just like as you did to Satoru even on the first day, your eyes skimmed through the Cheetah-tie he wore, having hunches towards the connection it had with the tool he uses during the fight you saw inside your head.

"---My head's hurting. I guess this is going to be my new-normal. But, please don't cut my head off with your cow-butcher knife or something." a pause of breath, you sighed in relief when the painful tapping along your temples seemed to come to a stop, "---I knew you had something under your sleeves."

Satoru's Arctic eyes grew wide, to say he was surprised was the least way to express it. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was dumbfounded from how collected it sounded out of your mouth; how your notions were of guarantee as if you've seen fragments of memories inside your head.

You did. You certainly did and Gojo was sure of that.

"You've never shown her that. Right, Nanami?"

Nanami stared back at you with a lackadaisical glint in his eyes, his mouth in a tight thin line as he hummed back at Gojo, giving out a nod to affirm his queries.

"Ha! I won!" Satoru wildly congratulated himself, moving recklessly on his seat as he rowdily clapped for his success. His grin resembling of a Cheshire cat when you still weren't giving him the attention he was entirely incognizant of. It felt like an impalpable itch that was stinging his soaring amour-propre. "---She's going to bake sweets for me right? I actually won the bet?" he gave a nonchalant point of his finger towards you.

Your nose were tightly scrunched from the uncomfortable image of Satoru and his all---without the mask. The representation of what the wide blue yonder would've likely take shape of. Gojo's eyes were like a pie in the sky---an ethereal dream that lingered wretchedly inside your head and you wanted to abolish. It kept your heart in such a cramped space that were giving you the jitters, spurning fidgety toes and feet that you had to straightaway take your ass off your plane seat, deciding on an idea that would probably keep you more at ease rather than suffer throughout the whole day.

You've rather---wanted---chosen to engage within the stolic presence of Cheetah-tie rather than Heavenly Eyes instead.

"Nanami! Let's exchange seats!" you've tried to leave your seat in a rush. How obvious you could be that Satoru's existence and eyes caught you entirely stupefied and enthralled. This was too much.

Gojo Satoru was just...too much.

Hence, as expected---he was relishing in the response, luxuriating over your apprehension like how you expected him to.

Your shameless rush of escape were cut-short by Gojo, he held out his hand and hauled you down to your seat with his large, ample hands that suddenly felt like thunderbolt being struck to your skin, terrifyingly bothering, giving you goosebumps that augmented the belabors of your heart. He kept you steady in your seat and probably had plans to stress you out even more, "Haha! No, you don't!" he laughed out loud, his taunting giggles making you utterly cognizant of your own pounding, heartbeat. You couldn't help but grumble down incoherent words that were in your own language.

Satoru's fingers that encased your arm felt like gasoline inciting the captivation over his existence. It added---intensified over the revelation, striking you dumb especially now that you had the window to identify and discern whenever he was staring or gazing like the nuisance whom people who surrounded him, specified.

"You're sitting right in front of me until we reach Japan and until you're entirely convinced over my compelling existence."

He could be the headache that you'd straight out wouldn't mind, that tiny voice of subconsciousness trailed off in the back of your mind, making you stiffen on your own seat again---your heart racing back and forth when your frame of reference were filled with the image of Satoru who had his gaze fixated on you alone, a roguish glint in his eyes as he surveilled over his Stygian sunglasses. You've felt his thick, long fingers knocking your cheeks together---gamesomely squashing them as if to poke borax over your indignation.

"---Heh! If only I knew then and there, I should've shown you my eyes from the moment I've introduced myself, Tiny-Chan."

His eyes could've been the vault to heaven. Hence, it can even be described as the dome to the nether regions. It was a broach to the memories of tribulation that was meant to be remembered and expectantly plead for clemency in order to forget an impalpable curse that only you would get to see---which not even the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer could ameliorate to hereafter.

Tiny-Chan be hysterical rn---I mean---I would too---Satoru prolonged it far enough for reader to be mad af over seeing his eyes---😭😍 I dunno whether to be embarrassed for her all the time or want to help her from the frustration she feels---🤣

*Suddenly Googles: "HOW TO BE X READER, HOW TO BE Y/N, HOW TO BE TINY-CHAN?"*

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[halpertstuna]

Could you do 8 and 10 on the prompt list with JJ?

A/N: i’m so sorry it took me so long to answer, i’ve been pretty occupied lately and so i didn’t really have time to write and when i did it was for ‘someone to stay’, anyway, here it is i hope you’ll like it🥺

and PLEASE don’t hesitate to send me requests, questions, messages whatever you want. i would love to make friends and mutuals on this platform plus i love feedback and would really like to hear your opinions(:

also, this turned out way longer than i intended it to be, it was supposed to be a blurb but i guess i’m just gonna turn it into a whole ass imagine cause why not

-> prompt list <-

word count: 1,899 (oops... guess i got a bit carried away)

prompts: “i’m not jealous!”, “you’re hot when you’re mad”

pairing: jj x kook!reader

warnings: a pretty heated make out sesh, jealousy?, platonic Kie, Pope and John B. oh and typos probably.

btw, i was kinda in a rush to post this so please forgive me if it’s not that good, i’m too lazy to edit this again (and this is the first time i wrote something that’s kinda smutty? i mean this isn’t really smut but you get my point. don’t know how i feel about it), anyways, if you’ve made it this far in my insanely long intro congrats! enjoy <3

-> masterlist <-

(gif credit: @anakin-skywalker )

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It’s been almost two years since you started attending the kook academy, almost two years since you became one of the pogues.

On your first day there you met a brown haired hippie chick named Kiara. The two of you had chemistry together and were paired by your teacher to be lab partners.

On your first encounter you didn’t really talk, and on the following couple of lessons it developed to only small talk and warm smiles if you saw each other in the hallway.

Kiara didn’t like kooks, even though technically she kind of was one.

Judging by the way you dressed and the people you surrounded yourself, she didn’t think you were really the type of person she’d get along with.

But when the two of you got assigned to do a project together, you instantly proved her wrong.

You met up with her at the wreck, the two of you talked about the project then yourselves and bonded almost immediately.

You revealed that you actually hated the people you usually associated with, thinking they were all fake, stuck up snobs with their heads way too far up their asses, and the only reason you hung out with them was your parents.

You turned out to be really reckless and funny which she wasn’t expecting at all, but she liked, it kind of reminded her of someone, her best friend, JJ.

She was quick to introduce you to the rest of the pogues and they welcomed you with open arms into their group. You instantly befriended them and vice versa.

Just as Kie suspected, you got along extra well with one particular blond.

The two of you had a lot in common; you were both hot headed and impulsive which often got you into trouble. You two were pretty competitive, always challenging one another.

You being so similar was the reason you got along so well, but it was also the reason you fought a lot, neither of you ever willing to admit you’re wrong or be the first one to apologize, but you couldn’t stay away from each other for too long. The sexual tension between you two could be cut with a knife.

Hungry glances, longing touches, needy desires that were transparent on both your faces.

Everyone on the island could see it but you. You were both so terribly oblivious.

You tried treating him like the rest of the pogues, you pushed your feelings for him to the back of your mind, thinking he was just being friendly, knowing he was a flirt, and for almost two years, it worked.

But seeing him flirt with Harleen tonight was literal torture.

Harleen was your neighbour and former best friend. A tall, tan brunette you hated with all of your heart.

The two of you have known each other since birth, you were practically inseparable, but as you grew up you noticed she always wanted what was yours, and she always did whatever it took in order to gain it. Whether it was the new shoes you got for your birthday which she bought herself the following day, or the guy you told her you liked in middle school the week prior to her dating him.

With time your friendship grew toxic and you felt like she was bad for you, constantly bringing you down and never caring.

So you decided to defriend her and ever since that moment you despised each other.

You were sat on a log beside Kie at a kegger, Pope next to her as they argued about god knows what. You tuned them out, far too focused on each and every one of JJ’s actions, watching as he whispered in her ear.

He probably said something funny since she started laughing, leaning forward and grasping his bicep for balance, which made your blood boil, you felt like history was repeating itself.

The grip on your red solo cup tightened, you stared and it seemed as if lasers were about to shoot out of your eyes and burn her pretty face off, but you diverted your gaze down to your hand, jumping up slightly when you felt a cool sticky liquid on your fingers, noticing you accidentally created a hole in your cup of beer with your milky white painted nails.

“Wow, what did the poor cup ever do to you?” Pope joked, his and Kie’s attention averted to you the second they heard a pop coming from your direction.

“Huh? Oh, well it didn’t tell me how pretty I look tonight, take that as warning sign” you trailed, trying not to look suspicious, “are you sure it isn’t because JJ told that to the girl beside him instead of you” she implied winking, causing Pope to cackle with laughter.

“What was that?” You asked rhetorically trying to act intimidating, “oh nothing” she gave you an innocent look.

“Anyways... i’m gonna go get a new drink” you swiftly stood up and started walking until you made out John B. from afar who was stood by the keg.

“Refill?” He questions once he spotted you making your way towards him.

You nodded “I accidentally poked mine” you admitted lifting the ripped cup in your hand and pursing your lips as you came to a stop beside him.

As he poured you a new cup of beer with the tap head connected to the keg by a tube, you searched the crowd with your eyes and focused your attention on JJ again.

You’ve seen him flirt with a countless amount of chicks before - kooks and torouns mainly, but none of those times pissed you off os much as seeing him flirt with Harleen did.

I mean he probably didn’t even like you back, so why where you so pissed? It wasn’t different from any other time, except that this was Harleen. She was a bitch. But he’d probably catch on quickly, right?

He placed his hands on her waist and you clenched your jaw at the sight grinding your teeth, you were irritated by the whole situation.

John B. noticed, a sly smile spreading slowly across his face.

“Hey, want some peanut butter with that jelly?” You turned to face him, a dumbfounded look on your face, “what are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re obviously jealous”, he chuckled at the bewildered look on your face and you felt your cheeks heat up. “am not!” You denied huffing.

“Tell that to the vein popping out of your forehead” he teased.

You gasped and jabbed his chest playfully with your elbow, you mumbled a “shut up” then channeled your attention back to the two.

Her hands were rested on his chest, like that wasn’t enough already to send you off the edge. But when he pecked her cheek you lost it.

Abruptly you stormed off from where you were stood, John B. shouted from behind you “where are you going?“ but you ignored him.

When you approached JJ and Harleen you clutched onto his wrist dragging him away from her towards the chateau, ignoring both her and his protests. You led him inside then turned around to face him.

“Hey! What did you do that for? It was going really good for me! This better be an emergency” he sneered.

“Are you fucking serious? Out of all the people in the party you chose to hit on Harleen?” You scoffed.

“What’s the problem with that?” JJ was clueless, he knew nothing about your and Harleen’s rivalry. You never told any of the pogues, well except for Kie but she didn’t recognise her as the one flirting with JJ.

“The problem is Harleen hates my guts and the other way around. We used to be best friends but she became toxic, trying to take everything that I had and I’m not going down that road again JJ”

Your words confounded JJ, what did you care if she flirted with him? It wasn’t like he was yours, although he really wanted to be.

Does you caring about whether they end up together or not mean you wanted to be his too?

Then he noticed what emotion your eyes held, he’d never seen it before on your face, but he immediately recognised it.

“Wait.. are you jealous?” He questioned, the corners of his lips perking up into a smirk when he noticed the furious look on your face from his revolution.

“I’m not jealous! Would everyone please stop saying that?! I’m mad ok?!” You defend.

“Ok! Ok!” He surrendered lifting his hands up in the air “but just know, you’re hot when your mad”. Your mouth slightly agape as you weren’t able to form words to deny, far too transfixed under the fact he directly called you hot.

He started walking towards you slowly, you didn’t want to cave, to admit you have fallen for his charms, so you backed up until you felt your back gently hit the wall. Chest rising and falling quicker as your breathing started getting heavier and your heart beat faster.

The second his hand landed on your waist you felt a million butterflies erupt in your stomach, he tenderly stroked the exposed skin of your v line between your low cut shorts and crop top. You felt as if the skin under his finger was being set on fire.

He brought his other hand to rest beside your head on the wall, he leaned in, inches away from your face. His breath mingled with yours, fanning your lips, it smelled of cheap beer and weed.

He slowly moved to your ear and extolled in a low voice “I mean, really hot”, his warm breath sent shivers down your spine.

He left a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on the skin under your earlobe and you could’ve sworn you were seeing stars.

When he detached his lips you bit down on yours holding in a whimper at the loss of contact as he brought his face back to yours.

His blue orbs gazed into yours, they seemed darker than usual, lustful.

He waisted no more time and captured your lips with his. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled on the edges of his hair deepening the kiss. As your tongues fought for dominance, he brought his other hand to your ass and squeezed it causing you to moan, he took the chance and slipped his tongue in.

you tugged on the hem of his shirt and he got the message. He separated his lips from yours and within less then a second, practically tore it of his body and discarded it on the floor. The two of you were panting at this point, completely out of air but you didn’t care. Breathless, you reattached your lips to his, desperate to taste him again.

You caressed his much bigger length with your petite hand, signalling you wanted more and he groaned into the kiss.

“Up” he demanded mumbling agains your lips. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, he grabbed your thighs and without breaking the kiss led you into the spare room.

Almost two years of yearning and craving dissolved in that night at the chateau, and to think it happened because of Harleen.

As much of a bitch as she was, you did owe her that.

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #imagine #jj x reader #outer banks fics #obx jj maybank #outer banks jj #outer banks jj maybank #obx prompt #jj maybank prompt #ashley’s writing

[swasfews]

Frog Translations

(There’s no spoilers here at all, just stuff from the Temples)

So I was really bored and decided to embrace my inner Marcy and translate some of the temple writings. (shockingly they all matched what Marcy reads off anyway, but still). I'm sure someone else has done something like this already, and I spent a lot of time for no reason, but it was still pretty fun.

The really interesting thing I noticed doing going through these is that there's a lot of typos in the messages. I'm not sure if it's on purpose or not, but Marcy says them all right. I'm assuming they're unfortunately errors. I spent some time and lazily threw together some edits. Original crops above or left, edits below or right.

Edited to add The Second Temple.

Under read more cause very long.

Apologies for all the bad formatting, I don’t write posts often.

From The First Temple:

The first door is fine except for TREE

The second trial doesn't have a typo but I feel like I should have at least some normal ones here and the full line is “a dangerous room; what to do? don't be jealous of my hue”

The message above the door to the third trial's weird and has a really sloppy line? Even if I assume I made an error, the last word on the third line doesn't have enough letters for “enough”. But honestly the “wise” is weirder cause the Y in you is right there next to it?

FEW HAVE THE BRAINS

TO MAKE IT TO THIS DOOR

BUT ARE YOU YISE ENOUH

TO SOLVE WHATS IN STORE

The warning in the third trial’s normal

And the lesson in the outhouse is normal aside from the lack of punctuation making it kinda hard to parse.

I don’t recall if the second temple had any messages and I didn’t check. My bad.

EDIT: turns out it did. This one messed me up a lot cause it’s weirdly placed, and I think there are some typos, but what Marcy reads off makes sense. The purples are things that Marcy says out that I can’t be sure of cause they’re being blocked off. But of note, there are two spots here that have “D”s when there should be “E”s. She reads: “just beyond these snowy gates, a grueling perilous temple awaits“ If you can figure out the symbol in “BEYOND” before the “O”, be my guest.

There are no other actual messages in the Second Temple. The sigil at the end doesn’t look like it has the writing, just mystic looking symbols. The same goes for Valeriana’s staff and Barrel’s Warhammer btw.

Now that we’re warmed up, let’s check the Third Temple:

The entrance is fine, bruh.

The first trial's got some bits though. The “There” in the first line kind of comes off like a genuine mistake given the frog “W” looks a lot like a normal “R”. The “Strong” on the second line though idk. It matches the “strong” from the first temple first door aside from the O. Also, there's an exclamation mark. Which is noteworthy. I guess only swole frogs can punctuate

The second trial is fine except the weird space issue in line 2?

The door here, shockingly, just says “STRENGTH”

The last one's...weird? It's all there except for one line that Marcy says after the left half. It even looks like there's a spot for it but it's not there

YOU’VE DEFINITELY GOT SKILLS NO DOUBT BUT IT’S (TIME YOU) LEARN WHAT STRENGTH IS ALL ABOUT

The last message is all fine except the last word is squished up weird in there.

and a bonus from the Sleepover KEEP OUT sign: “shadow fish”?

I wanted to got through Andrias’s book from A Day at the Aquarium too, but the screenshots I have were too blurry and I couldn’t figure them out.

Here's a sloppily thrown together (almost) full set for fun. I couldn't find a Z anywhere.

Like I said at the start, I'm pretty sure these are all unfortunate errors. My intention isn't to make fun of them or anything; I started just wanting to have fun with it and thought it was interesting. Anyway I spent way too much time with this okay bye.

#amphibia #i genuinely don't know if there's a tag for non spoiler stuff sorry/ #i really like meticulous repetitive tasks so this was actually pretty fun to do/

[nite-shay]

Surprise! (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

Funny little idea I had. Reader finds out she is prego and wants to surprise her hubby with the news :)

A/N: Nothing really. Charters are aged up. Female pronouns used. 

Hope you enjoy it and sorry for typos, grammar and spelling errors! :)

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You were practically floating through your local market store's aisles, humming has you picked up items on your list.

Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin your mood.

Not even the grumpy old lady blocking our path, complaining to a stock boy about ketchup prices could bring you down!

Any why might you ask? 

Because today you got the best news in the world.

A few days ago, you went to your local clinic. You'd been feeling rather tired here lately and even a bit nauseous. You honestly thought nothing of it and just figured you had a stomach bug that'd been going around.

Image your surprise when the nurse on the other end of the phone informed you that you were not sick, just pregnant. 

It took a few seconds for the information to process, but the moment it does. Oh boy! You screamed and cried in pure joy to the poor, probably now partially deaf nurse on the other end.

After many thank yous and a few apologies, you practically hung up on the women wanting to call your husband imminently. 

You tried him on his cell and on his desk, but he must have been out on patrol. Meaning you wouldn't hear from him until much much later in the day

Damn. 

That burst your bubble, but that just gave a chance to be... well, creative in your news delivery method. You'd spent the last few hours researching and watching videos in the theme of 'Surprising the father baby announcements.'

And boy, oh boy, did you get some ideas! Too many ideas! But you settled on one method in particular. 

You smiled as you made your way over to the produce section.

Ah-ha! There's an item on your shopping list.

You reached out and grabbed two bags of baby carrots before tossing them into your cart. 

It would be a night your husband would never forget!

Later that night...

Let me start off by saying this. You love your husband. Very very much.

Your husband, Kirishima Eijirou, is the most wonderful man on the planet. He is an amazing and loving husband. He is also an amazing hero. Ranked one of the best in Japan and one of the friendliest.  The man is a literal saint who against all odds befriended Bakugou for goodness sake! You love him more than life itself.

Your husband is a lot of things but currently, you can only think of one way to describe your husband. In the words of the blonde explosive best friend, 'he has rocks for brains'.

Bless your husband's heart some days, he can be denser than his skin in his unbreakable form.

You expected him to overlook some of the food you made, BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING THING!

You made a spread of baby-related foods that could give a buffet restaurant a run for their money. You had it all, baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby corn, baby back ribs, fingerling potatoes, a cornish hen, deviled eggs, popcorn shrimp, you had it all! Hell, you even dropped a 'bun in the oven reference'. Twice! 

But did he see the pattern? 

Nope!

His only response was to stare/drool at the food and said, 'wow hun, if I'd known you be making this much food, I'd have invited Amajiki and Togata over'. Later on, he commented on how Fatgum would be jealous of the amazing food he's going to have for lunch tomorrow'.

While you appreciate the comments on your cooking. You could have strangled at that moment. 

Dense. Very dense.

You chanted in your head while he pigged out, 'I love the father of my child, and I will not beat him over the head with chicken' over and over for most of dinner.

As the night continued, you realized after watching both 'Boss Baby' and 'Storks' that you would have to take drastic measures to get it through his thick skull. 

Tomorrow, you'd bring out the big guns!

Maybe you should get Mina involved…

The next day…

"Hey, Red! Wow, what's with all the food?" Fatgum shouted as he watched the redhead placed another container on the table.

"(Y/N) went overboard last night and made a feast! We had a lot of leftovers, so I brought some of them in. Want some?"

"You bet I do! I love her cooking! You really lucked out!"

"Yeah, I did! I have no idea why she made so much food, but I'm ain't complaining!" He flagged over Amajiki, who just walked into the breakroom. "Hey, Amajiki! Join us!"

"T-thanks…." He shuffled over and eyed the spread of food on the table. "Um… Kirishima… was yesterday a special day or something for the two of you?"

"No, I don't th-WAIT" Kirishima had a moment of panic before checking his phone. "Nope. Our anniversary isn't for another few months, and her birthday was last month." He sighed in relief. "Man, Jiki, you can't do that to me. You bout gave me a heart attack." He took a bite of food. "Why'd ya ask anyways?"

"Well… it's just… this is a lot of food... And very...v-very… specific food that doesn't seem to go together, in a traditional sense…" The quiet man commented.

"What do ya mean?" 

Fatgum took a second look at the food before his eyes went wide. "I-I think I see where you're going with this Sun.." He put down his bowl while his redhead appearance just looked cluelessly between the two. "So Red, what happened last night?"

"Nothing really. I came home, and she made this awesome food, we ate, watched a few movies and then went to bed." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Did she say anything about her day, or did she seem like she wanted to talk to you about something?"

"No. I mean, she said she had an awesome day but didn't really say what was so awesome about it. She looked great! Like… I don't know, she just… had this.. glow? Yeah, that's the word. She just seemed to be glowing! I mean, I'm not saying she wasn't attractive before! She's drop-dead gorgeous, but I don't know, here recently she's just been…. Wow…" Kirishima's features softened as he thought of his wife while Fat and Amajiki looked at each other. The older man's eyes lit up while the younger dark hair man gave a half-smile. 

"H-has she been feeling ok?" Amajiki pressed.

"Yea-" He paused for a moment. "Well, she did say she wasn't feeling too good the other day and that she went to the doctor... She didn't say what they said, though.." He crossed his arms while he thought back. "Now that I think about it, she really didn't eat much last night, and I could have sworn I heard her throwing up this morning... But she  just brushed it off when I asked about it…"

"Did she say what she thought was w-wrong?"

"No, she didn't. I even asked her if she wanted me to stay home with her today, but she said she'd be fine. She did promise me she'd take it easy." He almost jumped up. "You guys don't think she's getting sick, do you? I know there's been a stomach bug going around…"

"Oh, it sounds like she got bitten by a bug, alright!" Fat couldn't keep it in any longer as he gave the redhead a wide smile.

"Seriously? What do we do? Wouldn't the doctors have found out if she did? Do you think it was poisonous?!?!" Kirishima jumped up like he was ready to take off back home to tend to his 'sick' wife.

"Easy Red." Fat roared with laughter. "She'll be fine, but she's going to be feeling the effects of this for the next…. I'd say nine-ish months…."

"Huh?" 

"Kirishima, I think you r-really need to go home and talk to your wife…" Amajiki interjected while Fat wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his laughter. Which he was failing at btw. 

"Come on, guys! I'm freaking out here! Is (Y/N) ok?" The hero pleased with them trying to get a straight answer.

"Eijirou?" Every head in the room twisted in your direction as you stood in the doorway. 

"(Y/N)! You're here! Are you ok? You haven't seen any weird spiders or anything around, right?" Kirishima rushed over to you as you made your way into the breakroom. You'd heard Fatgum laughing from down the hall and figured your husband was too far away. 

"Spiders? Wait, what?"

"Fatgum thinks you might have been bitten by a bug! How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor?"

"Honey. Sweetie. I'm fine, I've already talked to the doctor." You chuckled as you tried to soothe your frazzled husband. 

"You have? That's great! What did they say?"

"Well…" You trailed off. This wasn't going as planned. Your plan was to visit him in his office and surprise him with the little gift bag in your hand; from there, you hopped, he'd get the picture. The top item was a cute little 'I'm a riot' Red Riot baby onesie you in the merch store down the street. The next was a mini-set of red baby crocs. If he didn't get it at that point across, your last resort was the medical report from the doctor's office, showing that you were, in fact, pregnant. You made sure to highlight it, just to be safe. 

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to be blunt about it (Y/N). He's really not getting it. Congratulations btw the way!" Fatgum was chuckling slightly still as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"S-sorry if we mess anything up…" Amajiki mumbled apologetically.

"Thanks! And don't worry about Amajiki, it's fine! This works out better anyway!" You smiled over at the two before turning your attention back to the love of your life. 

"Congratulations? Wait, what don't I get? Babe, please tell me what's going on". The worry in his eyes nearly broke your heart. 

"Honey" You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look you right in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

His body stilled, and his eyes were wide. He just stood there staring at you for the longest time; you swear you could almost see the little hamster in his head go flying off its wheel and pinball around his skull.

"Eiji? Did you hear me?" No response. He didn't even seem to be breathing. "I think I might have broken him." You glanced over to the older man in yellow before returning to those crimson orbs.

You were honestly starting to get worried at this point. Was he just shocked? Was he happy... or... did he not want it? Finally, though, he seems to come back to his senses. 

Blink. Blink Blink. Deep breath in. Blink. Blink. Deep breath out.

"Y-Your…..preg...p-pregnant….."

"Yes. I'm pregnant." You choked a little up as it finally seemed to sink into that thick lovable skull of his. However, his expression didn't waver, and you still couldn't tell whether he was happy or not. 

"I'm… going to be a dad?" You could feel him start to tremble beneath your hands.

On no.. he doesn't... 

Your eyes started to water, but you try to keep your smile in place. "Y-yes. You are..".

"I'm going to be a… dad?" It was taking everything you had not to break down then and there

But then.. it happened. 

You watched as his face lit up with the biggest grin you had ever seen. His eyes glistened with tears until they streamed down his cheeks. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!" Your pretty everyone on the whole floor heard his declaration, and before you knew it, you were being dragged into a tight hug and swung around the room. 

For the next hour, the two of you laughed, cried, and went around the ENTIRE building so your husband could tell everyone the news.  Afterward, you showed him your little gifts, and that caused another trip around the building so he could show off the baby items and, much to your embarrassment, the test results. 

Fatgum quickly realized that nothing else on the planet would get the red headed hero to focus on work right now, so he let him have the day off to celebrate.

After a round of visiting and phone calls to friends and family, the two of you were finally home. The moment the two of you were in your home, he pulled you to your bedroom for the most intense cuddle section you had ever had. 

"I'm... going to be a dad…" He whispered while gently rubbing your belly where.

"Yes. Yes, you are." You couldn't help but grin and give him a slow sweet kiss, which he gladly returned. 

"God, I love you so much…"

"I love you too. "

"Promise me one thing…"  Suddenly his gaze narrowed as he looked you in the eyes with a serious expression. 

"Anything…" You shifted, a little nervous in his abrupt mood change.

"If... If.." He swallowed hard. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Now you were worried. 

"If I'm ever that stupidly dense again, please, PLEASE, knock some sense into me!" You burst into a fit of laughter while he just pokes his lip out in a pout. "I'm serious! Get someone, anyone to knock me into next week! Tetsu, Bakugou, Hell call Midoriya! After everything I missed, I deserve a Detroit smash upside the head!"

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[neonun-au]

I realized I am illiterate and was supposed to write a summary lmao. U can write a bff to lovers fic too tho heh. Here's a summary: idol of ur choosing wakes up one day with the ability to see how many words are left before a person will die. You, their best friend, have 999. Idol has 100. Writing counts as words btw also based off this movie I saw long ago with will smith I think in it?? Maybe u know

I have actually no idea what that movie is hahah (but all good your previous messages were so funny and lovely and thank you despite your illiteracy lmao)

i sort of went....a bit ham with this i am so sorry lmao 

i also did not edit this at all it was pure stream of consciousness so if there are any typos take it up with my manager

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Time was running out.

Would it have been easier, he wonders, to have had this ability sooner? To have been able to plan out his whole life--all of his words--from beginning to end? Or would it have terrified him into silence. 

Would he have had less regrets now, running through the rain-soaked streets in a breathless panic towards your old familiar apartment building. The numbers on his wrist dropping with each careless apology towards the people he keeps running into in his haste. 

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It took too long to figure it out. Too many words wasted in the process--trial and error and trial and error and error and error. 

He always thought people were being dramatic when they talked about your life flashing before your eyes in the face of death. Moments of high tension, of extreme danger, projecting this film of memories through your mind’s eye. But he understands now. He sees. 

Not images, but words. Sometimes tender--words he will never regret. 

The first “I love you” he breathed into your hair in the middle of the night. Surrounded by the dark of your bedroom and bathed in the warm glow of your presence. 

All of the following “I love you”’s. Spoken in word, written in ink, spelled out by clumsy fingers against a phone screen. 

If he could go back, he would make sure those were the only words he had ever said. He could die happily, knowing that no words passed his lips that were not painted pink with the strawberry flavour of love. He would die happy knowing that’s all you ever heard from him. 

Not the “I wish we had never met” in the middle of a pointless fight. 

Not the “maybe we should just see other people”.

And definitely not the “I don’t want to ever speak to you again.” 

Those words were spoken by him, through gritted teeth and hasty thumbs--staining his life with the malice of them. With the regret of ever having spoken at all. 

Did he ever truly mean them? No. All of those words were a facade. It would have been so much better, so much less painful if he had stripped them all away with the truth. The only two words that really mattered buried under all of the feigned anger and hatred. 

“I’m scared.” 

He reaches the apartment building finally, drenched in sweat and rain, and rings your buzzer. 

“Hello?” 

“It’s me, please let me in,” his voice is frantic, quivering from cold and fear. 

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“Johnny? What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Please,” he begs--hoping against hope that somewhere buried inside you there is still some modicum of love for him. Love or pity. He prays that something still exists that he hasn’t completely destroyed. 

The buzzer sounds and he swings open to door, racing up the stairs towards your unit. He knocks, waits, and the panic rises higher in his throat. Choking him with worry and fear. He didn’t have a plan, he never does. He wishes he did. 

You swing the door wide, lips pulled taut in a grim line as you glance over his dishevelled appearance, “Johnny what are you doing here?” 

“Stop,” he says, holding a hand up. “Don’t speak.”

“Why the hell not?” You gape at him, eyebrows knit in anger or confusion--or both. “You show up at my apartment soaking wet and entirely unannounced, and now you’re telling me to shut up?”

He sighs, running a hand through his damp brown hair. Thoughts reel in his mind, ‘a plan, Johnny, think of a plan.’ 

“I’m sorry,” he says, eyes wide and pleading. He takes a cautious step forward. If only he could just get inside. Just let him inside. Let him pass the threshold between you; break the unspoken barrier and let him in. 

“You should be sorry,” your words are dripping with poison, but he recognises the pain behind them. Your own counter drops with each syllable uttered and he prays that this isn’t how it ends. That your last words don’t have to be angry. He hopes that you can say something beautiful before the end--that it can be happiness instead of pain. 

But he knows he caused it, and he knows he doesn’t have much time left. So he remains silent. 

After a moment you shift back, granting him entry and he feels a surge of hope bloom in his chest for the first time since this morning. 

You stand, arms crossed over your chest, and stare him down, “well? What are you doing here?” 

“I love you,” he blurts the words out without thought. They had been gnawing at his tongue since he set out in the rain--thrashing around in his mouth to be freed and know that he’s in front of you, they break loose. Your jaw drops and eyes steel. Anger, confusion, hurt--a myriad of emotions swirling in their depths. 

He wants to reach out, to hold you, but he knows it would just end too soon. He would never get a chance to explain--to somehow communicate what you mean to him. What you’ve always meant to him. 

How much he has loved you even when he has hated you. Even when he hated himself. 

“Don’t Johnny,” you breathe, a warning. 

He wants to heed it. He wishes he could, but he doesn’t have any time. He can’t give you the space you want without running the clock down to the wire. 

If he hadn’t been so stupid he could have had more time, this could have been easier. But the regret is the least of his worries right now. 

“I love you,” he says it again. Softer, less frantic. His eyes darken as he meets your gaze. ‘Please believe me,’ he thinks. The love swells in his chest, rising beyond the panic, and he hopes you can see it swirling in his eyes. He hopes you can feel it as some ephemeral figure. 

If he can’t hold you in his arms, he hopes that the weight of his love can wrap around you as an unseen blanket. Enveloping your body in warmth and light--melting away all the anger you keep held tight in your chest. 

“Johnny,” you sigh, and he selfishly enjoys the sound. Despite it knocking one more digit off of your number, it’s like music to his ears. As much as all he wants to say is ‘I love you’, all he wants to hear is you whispering his name until he dies. Over and over, in light and dark--like a mantra. 

“I love you,” he feels emboldened, takes a step forward, and holds his hand out towards you. 

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His soul sings, a choir of angels surging up from deep inside, as you take his hand after a moment of hesitation. You tug him closer and evaluate his face with concern, “Johnny, what’s wrong?” 

“_____,” he says, feeling like your name shouldn’t count towards his tally as it’s not a word. It’s a prayer. It’s a song written on the pages of the universe. It exists here and now and yet not at all, as you do. An all encompassing feeling--rising up out of the ocean of his soul like a great wave. 

He wishes he could tell you all of this. But he doesn’t have the words.

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(OKAY i am stopping there i am....i wrote way too much soz) 

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[shyllamavoidmaker]

Just a Touch

Alex Turner x reader

Author's note: my second fic! As I wrote it straight on tumblr there are probably gonna be a few typos and spelling mistakes (english is my second language as well), but I hope, if anyone's reading, you enjoy! Also, I am taking requests, so submit if you so wish! Btw, this is purely fictional, I know that Alex probably would never agree to this irl😂

"Alex Turner out again with 'best mate' y/n, looking quite cosy for being just friends" Matt read the headline online, whilst laughing.

You and the band were all chilling in your apartment's living room when Matt decided to read one of the many rumours that appeared about not only you and Alex but the rest members of the band, that their manager had send to them.

"Very funny Matt" you stated ironically despite your blushing face. "Is almost like there is nothing more important for them to write about" Being friends with the band for awhile you were used to it by now.

"I'm really sorry y/n, I wish they didn't write about you" Alex apologized.

You sighed "Is not your fault, as I said before I would never not hang out with you lot because of a side effect of your profession"

"Actually..." Matt started "I think this could become more than just a side effect"

"What do you mean?" You asked and Nick, closest to you, showed you his phone where just below the article their manager had requested that you joined the guys tomorrow in their meeting.

You didn't let yourself worry about it. The boys had tranquilized you by suggesting that all he wanted was probably advise you on how to handle such an exposure.

Boy were they wrong. His manager wanted you to "do as you were charged of, as a way of promoting the new album, as the matter of who y/n is dating in the band has been tensioned for a while, finally having a definitive response will give more visibility to the band". You were shocked. If the articles were bad now, how bad would they get when you were "actually" together, or when you would "break up".

More horrified then you was Alex, but upon listening that it was either you or some random girl, probably a model, he decided that even though putting you through this was bad, he would prefer you than any woman. Only if you agreed.

And you did. Maybe it was because it was Alex and you were willing to help him and the boys out. Or it was because you always wanted that kind of love from him. Either way you said yes.

Now here you are at a small bar near your house with the guys, two days later. As you arrived you greeted them normally, but Alex did it for longer than he had ever done. When his warm lips touched your cheek and his hands made their way across your waist your breath hitched. You could smell his cologne. Upon noticing that you had tensed, he approached you even more and whispered in your ear "better get used to this, I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable"

It was then your turn to surprise him with his feelings, you embraced him and said with a smile "I'm not uncomfortable, is just new" the hand that was in his shoulders made their way to his chest, holding the colar of his shirt you kissed his cheek also and quicky sat down on the table, leaving him with the same rapid heartbeat.

He sat really close to you. Your thighs were touching. Matt and Jamie got up to grab some drinks leaving you and Alex.

"So Alexander" you called him by his full name sometimes, you liked it and he always smiled when you did so. "Have you finished the book I lent you?" You were always exchanging books since you both loved reading. "Not yet but I'm almost at the last third of it".

"You read like a turtle Alex" you laughed.

"No I don't, you just read too fast" he defended himself.

"No, no, no you are the slow one, you talk slow, you read slow, is just who you are" you teased him, moving your arms rapidly as you spoke. Noticing this Alex held your hands and said "Are you sure about that love?" His fingers intertwined with yours. "Cause your gestures suggest that you are the wrong one" You momentarily lost your train of thought after his touch.

"You just took a whole lot of seconds to say that sentence" you said coming closer.

"Goodness, you break my heart" he ironically replied, also coming closer. Before you could reply though Jamie arrived. You put some space between you and Alex, but he kept holding your hands, making your face reddish.

You thought you'd get used to it through out the night. But you didn't. Each time he touched you slightly your heart would burst. What you did though was get better at hiding it, or the guys just decided to stop making fun of you. You see the second time he touched you was not long after the boys returned with their drinks and he had let go of your hands. You all were chatting when he noticed someone, they probably had recognized them, making their way towards the table, he then put his arm naturally around your shoulder and gently pulled you closer to him. Your face flushed. And the boys were quick to comment on your behavior. You thought that after the fan left he would lift his arm, however his arm remained there for the rest of the night.

It was just a touch and yet it made you feel elated. Every time he laughed his body would gravitate towards yours. After a particularly funny joke Nick told, you laughed so hard tears left your eyes, and Alex rubbed your shoulder to help you. His hand moved to your hair sometimes, he would play with like it was the most normal thing in the world. It felt normal, like being like this was the way you were supposed to be.

When it dawned on you how only a night at pretending to be together was making you feel, you decided to get up and go to the bathroom. You needed to get away from the fantasy for a while.

When you were a table away from the one they were sat at your feet got stuck and you tumbled but before you hit the ground a man caught you. You couldn't help but laugh. Firstly because you almost fell, secondly because a strange man had caught you and that seemed to be a scene from a movie.

Upon hearing your laugh Alex looked at your direction. He felt strange. Seeing you happily in the arms of a stranger was irritating to him. "Do you guys know him?" He inquired. "No, why? Already feeling possessive over Y/n?" Matt joked. "What? Of course not, is just...nevermind" He looked at you again - "Maybe I should go there though, to keep up the façade"

"The façade, sure" said Jamie sharing a look with the group, but Alex had already left.

The man laughed with you and since he seemed like a nice and decent person you decided to chat with him. You needed a distraction anyway. But before the conversation went somewhere you felt Alex's arms sneak around your waist. He pulled you close. And just like that your mind was emersed in him. In a second your mind became aware of how his chest felt on your back. How his chin grazed your cheek. How his arms held you firmly but gentle. And so you linked your hands with his as he said "You alright my love?"

"yes, I am, he "_ you pointed to the man - "caught me"

"Thank you mate" Alex said politely, yet you felt his arms tighten around you.

"No problem, nice talking to you" and with that he was gone. You turned around his arms to look at Alex properly, not understanding his actions. "So..." you trailed off with a slight giggle. He smiled and yours grew bigger. "So...want go back to the table?"

Yes, but I'm afraid I might kiss you if you smile like that at me again. Your reply was, however: "I think I want to go home actually" His smile fell at your response.

"So soon?"

"Yes, I have stuff to get done tomorrow and I already feel sleepy"

"Well then I'll walk you home". He offered, and you couldn't bring yourself to decline. You wanted more time with him.

The night was dark and starry. If you were alone you might've been frightened. The conversation flowed naturally between you two. It was as if the pretending never happened. You were back to ignoring that you hoped that he would hold your hands, whilst having the most funny and amazing conversations as ever. Untill you saw a park. "Alex I think we took a wrong turn. Look" you pointed to the park. "Now that we are here do you maybe want to go there? " "I'll race you" you said and sprinted down the street towards the swings. You thought that since you left before him, you would win, however his enormous legs made him reach you in seconds time. You squealed as his hands touched your sides, for the millionth time that night. Your laughs echoed in the empty park. "Even with an early start I can't beat you" you playfully whined. "Guess you aren't faster than me at everything" He squeezed your sides. "Well I can't be the best at everything Alexander" you joked.

He looked at you with the amused smile "you know you're the only one that calls me Alexander, not even mom"

"Well then I will keep calling you that" you giggled. "Unless you don't want me to of course" you added.

"I want you to" His voice was deeper. His face aproaching yours .

"In that case, Alexander, what do you suggest we do now?" You whispered ,also aproaching. Your saw his eyes alternating between staring at your eyes and lips, yours doing the same.

"I suggest we do this" His lips captured yours. Firm and slow. You kissed back, your arms going in his hair. You pulled and he deepened the kiss. Your insides grew warm and a magical feeling gradually took over you both.

When you pulled away you were both panting but smiling. "Please tell me you kissed me for real, not just because we are pretending to be together" you asked. "I was never pretending" He answered before kissing you once again.

When you finally got home that night you got to experience much more touches than you initially thought and had ever dreamt of.

~fin~

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[lorei-writes]

How To: Comments

A brief guide to commenting under the fics by Lorei.

As some of you may know, I am a court overthinker. I know that human interactions can be scary - and honestly, sometimes so is commenting. However... I wish that anxiety did not stand in way of interactions between readers and the author. So, to cut this introduction short: from me, an anxious writer-overthinker, to you, any person who may need it.

Contents:

Few general truths.

Do’s.

Don’ts. 

All things I will talk about stem from my personal experience and observations. It may vary to some extent between writers, although I did my best to stick to the general trends and to mark where something is more of my personal opinion.

EDIT: As per usual, this is just the general “this will be most likely okay”. If you are doing things differently and it works out for you - great! No need to change that. This was written with people who may be anxious and/or overthinking the matter in particular. I also tried to remove myself from this as much as possible.

Few general truths.

Does my comment even matter?

Yes, it does, especially for longer series. It may be one of the few things pulling the writer through a crisis. 

Your comment notifies the writer that they are indeed seen, that their words reached somebody. If the story resonated with you in any way, letting the writer know that it did may boost their self-confidence, and perhaps even motivate them to keep on writing. 

The writer didn’t reply to my comment. Did I do something wrong?

No! In plenty cases, the writer may not know how to reply, simply as that. They may not have enough time, they may be too tired - just the ordinary, mundane life stuff can cause such a thing too. 

An important thing to remember here is that they still appreciate it, even if they don’t have enough resources to reply to every single person - or even any of them.

How do I know the writer even welcomes comments?

Unless it is specified they do not want comments (or a certain type of comments), assume those are always welcome. 

Do’s

Good will and courage is one thing, but... What could a comment even include?What things are appropriate? Ahhh, no, this is too hard...!

*catches your hand and pulls you back* No, no, no, don’t run, I’ve got you covered! 

First, remember that it is way more likely that what you want to say is okay than for it to be inappropriate. Worst case scenario, the writer will tell you that well, you missed the mark - but! Then you will have the knowledge on what to avoid doing. Your potential to cause plenty good is still way greater than that to cause harm. Not only that! You can apologize! We are humans. We all make errors. Never doing a thing in fear of messing up never leads anywhere. 

So, what things are generally okay*?

If the story made you feel something, say so! For example:  “This made me feel happy!” “I smiled too much because of this story!” “I’m crying, nooo.” “This is so sad!” “My heart has melted.” “This made my day!” “I love it!”

If you can’t find words for your state, emojis work too!  For example:   😭 ❤️ ❤️ 😳 💖 🥺 🥺 🥺 😍 💯✨

Of course, mixing up emojis with text is a great idea! The only thing you may want to be mindful of is that screen-readers do interpret emojis too - so you perhaps want to avoid emoji-[word]-emoji combinations (which overall, applies to the internet in general, btw). 

The story made you think about something? Elaborate! The tricky part here is that yes, you are sharing your thoughts, but you should also tell the writer something nice about their work. The rule of thumb seems to be that it is the story that is in the spotlight, not your experience - or, in other words, you are speaking of the experience in relation to the work, not the work in relation to the experience. For example: “I love your OC, they are so relatable! I don’t think I have ever seen a character which spoke to me so much. I struggle with XYZ too, so I’m feeling for them, I know it’s hard :(” “AAAAAA. The theme of red string reminds me a little of a certain superstition. Some people here think red bows are a good-luck charms. This is wonderful, I love it. 😭💖”

Now, this may seem a little self-centered. Allow me to explain why I insist the story is kept in the spotlight.  Imagine that you’ve spent your time on writing a story, however much of it. Let’s assume it’s about missing a long-deceased pet. Then, you get this comment:

“Nooo, this is so sad, I used to have a dog like that too 😭 His name was Teddy and we were best friends. We’d oftentimes sit together and sometimes I’d throw him a stick. Whenever I would cry, he’d come snuggle up with me, and he wouldn’t leave me until HOURS after I’ve calmed down. I miss him so much, I wish dogs could live forever 😭 “

Now, this makes the situation uncomfortable. You must remember that well, sometimes you may still be almost complete strangers to one another, and this much information puts a great emotional load on the writer. Is it still the writer’s space after such comment, or...? Yeah. It is a bit of a lapse in regards to well, knowing a person.

You are simply thankful and don’t know what to say? Express gratitude!  For example: “Thanks for writing <3 “ “I really needed to read this story.” “Thank you!”

Other things which generally are okay to include:

key smashes (as part of the comment, so that the author knows what you mean) For example:  “I’m wheezing ghesgeskgess” “ghoeigjeshes THANK YOU”

quoting the part of the work you especially liked + adding emoji at the end/commenting something under it

listing the things you enjoyed about the work

Of course, you can do some of those, you can do all of those, you can do just one - whichever suits you!

Don’ts

Okay, we know what is going to be fine. Now, what things to avoid? 

Do not give critique unless the writer clearly asked for it.

Critique must be consensual. Unsolicited advice is not. Sure, your intention may be good, but it leads to backhanded compliments and nobody likes those.

Example of what not to do:

“I enjoyed it, tho it was rater boring at first and it took me several tries to even get to the half of it.  Like, some things were confusing? [Explanation].  Overall, yeah, hard to understand and boring at first, but I liked it.”

Now you may ask - is the writer exempt from feedback?! And the answer is... Yes, honestly, yes. Unless they ask for it, yes. As long as they don’t hurt anybody - yes. Although then I suggest blocking instead of going on a crusade. 

FanFiction isn’t the same as published books. We don’t get paid for it. It is simply an act of sharing what you enjoy with the world, like a sort of perpetuum-mobile. FanFiction propels the reader, the reader comments and thus puts the writer in motion.

Now, you can say that something made you sad. You can say that something made you angry, or that it wasn’t what you were expecting. BUT. Make sure you aren’t demanding the writer changes those things. 

This stretches also to typos, grammar errors, etc. - unless you are absolutely sure the writer asks for this sort of feedback, assume it is unwelcome.

Also, from my personal experience: it happened to me once. I did not know what to reply and went on with my standard apologetic... Ekhem. I regret it. The person who commented knew less about the issue than I did.

EDIT: There is also another reason for this - most often, if a person wants to get feedback, they look for a beta-reader. Beta-reader is a person who reads the work before it is posted. Generally, they point out errors and inaccuracies. However, for it to work well, you need a certain sort of fit, both in how the message is delivered (some people do well with harsher criticism, some need to be more gentle with them), in the writing style, and so on. Another thing when looking for a beta-reader is that, well, you generally look for a person that knows more than you do, or is at a similar level. This isn’t to say that we know more than every single person out there - only that it’s hard to ascertain it at first glance and it’s generally better to talk about it before any critique is delivered. Communication is the key.

Do not ask when the next part will be posted/when your request will be completed unless you are sure the writer is okay with such questions. 

When this happens, many writers feel as if they were being pressured into working harder.

Do not write fleshed out paragraphs of what you think should have happened.

If you have an idea for a story - write it. Again, we write in our free time and do it for fun. This feels like being pressured or told what to do.

What may be more grey in regards to whether it is okay or not is theorising about what happens next. To me, personally, that would be okay, but you may want to ask your writer whether they are okay with this sort of things - for example, by writing a comment with a short theory and then asking whether it’s okay to do so? However, be mindful not to tap into suggesting or putting too much pressure on what must happen.

Do not write “Imagine that... [fleshed out scenario]” type comments.

Those are basically requests hidden as comments.

Do not compare writers to other writers (You are so much better than XYZ/ You wrote trope X so much better than XYZ).

This is pretty self-explanatory. We want to lift each other up, not feel better about ourselves because of putting others down.

Another slippery situation here: some people may mind being compared to published authors. Some may not. It is hard to tell, there is no strict rule here.

Hmm... I think it’s about it? ^^” I hope it was helpful ^^” Overall, if you avoid those major Don’ts, you should be good ^^”

[shintorikhazumi]

A Warm Diana Chapter 6: Overheating

A/N: Seriously writing a couple of my story updates in the hospital since I’m watching my dad who got admitted. There’s no internet in his room so I post upon arriving at home. Finally having Christmas break after hellish exams haha. Sorry this took so long. I’m having a bit of writer’s block, tbh. One of the reasons I stopped writing for so long was because I lost the USB flashdrive with all the prepped plots and chapters and all that. It really was a huge blow to motivation. I legit cried over it. I also lost so much progress on other stories so… since some chapters had planned out info already in their files. I’m really trying to figure out how to move this story towards the end point. At this stage, it’s just full of Akko and Diana awkwardly trying to figure out their new dynamic, now that their relationship is clearly changing. Haha, I’m struggling with the plot. Still, trying my best. Btw, my headcanon is that Diana in love = OOC Diana so apologies in advance xD Not Beta read because I don’t have a beta reader now. I’ve been reading and correcting by myself, but I usually miss a few typos or mistakes, so again, sorry ‘bout that. Anyway.

Happy Holidays!

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

 A Warm Diana Chapter 6: Overheating

Relationships require balance.

At times, they are as if you were riding a seesaw, or maybe just tipping scales. At other times, they feel like a tug-o-war, and sometimes it’s more of a shoving and pushing motion.

Regardless of how you adjust the weights, you will find that it takes two sides to pull off that balance.

You may find that perfect balance now, or it may come millions of troubleshooting sessions later. It is different for everyone, it varies from person to person.

Your search may be painfully awkward, or incredibly sweet; filled with unspeakable joy, or unspeakable heartbreak. Just know, so long as you try, you’ll eventually stumble upon that sweet spot of balance tailor made for two.

Just keep working it out.

You’ll discover it soon.

And once you have it, a new chapter begins.

~0~0~0~0~

If you were to ask Akko for a list of her favorite things, broom rides and Diana would most probably top that list. She often related one with the other. There was just something about the heat of Diana’s back as they flew across the cooling horizon as the sun set, dropping the day’s temperature a few degrees down. While flying was one of the most magical experiences for Akko, she would easily argue that Diana was just as- if not, even more- magical than any spell that she could think of really.

Diana herself was magic.

With how her streaked blonde hair sparkled as the rays of the retreating sun hit it at just the right angle. How her eyes glimmered with mirth as she chanced a glance at Akko sitting behind her, arms encircling her waist. How her lips twitched upwards into a slight smile as their eyes met, how her body was soft to the touch, slender and felt really nice to hold- Akko should stop her train of thought right there.

Clearing her throat along with her mind, Akko silently urged Diana’s gaze forward with her hand gently pushing Diana’s cheek facing her away; slightly worried about the prodigy not looking where she was driving.

It only took her a few seconds to jump right back into her mental worship of the girl sitting in front of her. It wasn’t just a physical magnificence that Diana exuded. Her talent was far above and beyond a normal person’s, heck- even a normal witch’s. Despite this, she had the dedication to keep striving for more, to whole-heartedly pour her heart and will into improving, not for her own sake solely, but for others as well. Her mind was as attractive as her heart. Clever lines, smooth conversations, powerful words; Akko could listen to Diana go off all day. This was something she would never have imagined she’d think some time ago, remembering all the times she felt annoyed as Diana chided her, wishing the heiress would shut up.

It truly surprised her how she could change. How Diana could change. How they could change each other. What a wonder. What kind of spell had been cast on her? If love was a spell so powerful, no wonder so many tried to obtain it.

And at this moment, Akko thought Diana wielded it the best, casting her magic on Akko, making the brunette yearn and long for her, daily feeling her affections grow as she could only see more reasons to be in love with the Cavendish heiress.

Everything about her was just… magical.

And though magic and reality sometimes clashed in so many people’s opinions, Diana managed to make those two things work in a wondrous complement. Just another one of her many abilities, Akko admired.

“Akko.”

Ah… another thing she loved. Diana’s voice; the way she called out her name, the way her lips formed each syllable, how her tone caressed it in such a tender way it made her heart melt-

“Akko?”

“Ah- I… I-I just love your voice!” Realizing what she had just blurted out, Akko clapped her hands over her mouth, face a charming shade of red as, once more during their little broom ride, blue met red.

Diana blinked at the surprising confession, before her expression melted into one of teasing amusement. “Is that so?” Clearly, she was pleased. “Why thank you, Akko. I find myself quite fond of your voice as well.”

With her companion rendered speechless and unable to hold further conversation, Diana laughed quietly, turning her attention back to her task of manning the small broom they were on.

The reason as to why they were both on this peaceful flight was Diana’s suggestion to further secure their escape from their definitely angered dorm mother.

Never in her life had Diana imagined that she would be one to run away from authority. More often than not, she was the authority being run away from. She was that chasing, chastising figure who preserved the peace and discipline of the Academy.

…She was also the girl who screamed about just how much of a mess she was, prompted by her feelings for a witch quite familiar with the other end of the chasing game.

And she was in awe at the fact that she did not mind this change of pace one bit.

Diana almost jumped as she felt Akko’s arms tighten their hold around her waist, a weight- presumably Akko’s head- finding it’s purchase on her back. Akko had pressed her ear to the area, indulging in the sounds of Diana’s heart that did her no favors in hiding her emotions, betraying the calm she tried to show. It made the smaller witch smile giddily. It was the pleasure of knowing that she was the cause of such reactions from someone as amazing as Diana that filled her own heart with paramount joy.

The flight remained rather uneventful. It was tranquil, and the gentle breezes were almost enough to lull Akko to sleep, combined with the soothing scent of Diana’s shampoo, and the steady thrum of her heartbeat that served as her lullaby.

Almost, because Akko’s ever brilliant and excitable, yet sometimes anxious and doubtful mind had other ideas.

Ideas that may or may not be good, but nevertheless may be an adventure.

This time it was good, though! Akko swore! …maybe. She would admit that the notion slightly unnerved her, but it just felt right to challenge some things.

So, she decided to voice her idea to her partner in crime, thinking this was a good opportunity as any- scratch that- this was the perfect opportunity for her idea. It was the perfect moment, and all the cogs of this operation were aligned to allow this moment.

“Hey, Diana?”

“Hmm?” Akko loved how the hum vibrated against her ear, it was a pleasant feeling.

“So, like… I was thinking…” Diana gave her another hum to let her know she still had her attention. “Since we’re like… out here and together and all, already. And I don’t really know when we’d get another chance to do it since you might be busy, and I might be busy, and I guess we both can get very busy-“

“Akko, just say it.” Diana laughed lightly, one hand patting over Akko’s pair that rested on her stomach. She heard a deep intake of air, before the words,

“Can I drive?”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, uh,” Akko was beginning to make exaggerated gestures that were causing their little vehicle to swerve, and Diana got a tad bit nervous. “Y-you see, like, maybe I could drive and you could, like, tutor my flying again, y’know? Since we’re already out and flying, maybe you could, um, guide me as I drove and stuffandmaybenotIguessitwouldbesaferforyoutodrive-“

“Akko! Calm down!” Diana laughed a little louder. “Calm down.” She repeated much softer; and Akko now noticed that they both were making a slow descent onto a rather large tree branch. “It’s fine. I like the productive idea.” Diana threw her a nonchalant smile as they dismounted, holding the broom out for Akko to take.

“Th-thanks.”

“Still, I don’t think I’d ever be too busy to allow myself to spend some time with you.” Diana stepped a bit closer, effectively cutting Akko’s breaths a little short. “I’ll always make time for you.” Her face was even closer than her body, and Akko swore they could kiss if she leaned just an inch more- “And besides, we already have our usual tutoring sessions. Couldn’t we do it then?” Diana asked. “Actually, don’t we already have flying sessions from time-to-time? Silly, Akko.”

With those words, Diana had pulled away, leaving a flustered Akko staring at her for a few seconds. She giggled a beautiful tune, taking one of Akko’s hands and pressing the broom’s handle against it, closing calloused fingers around the rod.

“Come now, we don’t want to be having this lesson in complete darkness, now do we? The sooner we get to it, the sooner we finish and get back to the dorms.” Diana was seriously enjoying this too much. “I heard the dinner menu will include some Asian cuisine, and I’m rather excited for it. I’m sure neither of us would dare miss it.”

In a slight daze, but with her partner’s words registering in her shaken mind, Akko nodded her agreement. Straddling the broom, she waited as Diana situated herself comfortably behind her, feeling the warmness of her palms that lightly rested on her shoulders. It felt awkward for Akko, if she were to be honest; it also worried her that Diana might not be safe or secure behind her unless she held on slightly, um, tighter somewhere that was easier to hold on to? Not that Diana couldn’t easily take care of herself, but Akko still had her misgivings. Despite these beliefs, it proved difficult for the smaller witch to voice her concerns so she decided she might as well just kick off and trust that Diana would be alright.

But as if Diana had read her mind, feeling the tense muscles beneath her hands, she transferred her hold, arms snaking their way around Akko’s slim waist, thumbs brushing on a toned stomach over the brunette’s clothes, applying a certain amount of pressure for a small ounce of fun to get Akko to lighten up.

-Or so Diana claimed.

At the action, Akko found herself making an odd sound between a yelp and a squeal that made Diana uncharacteristically grin devilishly. Whipping her head around to glare at the perpetrator, Akko felt the slightest bit annoyed at the guiltless heiress wearing an innocent expression, but with a playful glint in her eyes.

“I swear,” Akko began. “Try that again, and we’re both falling to the ground; and it’s not even going to be my fault this time.” After keeping her gaze on Diana for just a few seconds more to ensure the girl didn’t pull anything funny, Akko looked forward, taking deep breaths and trying to focus her mind, chanting the spell that would get them up and flying once more.

And up they went.

…

At least, they were supposed to.

Albeit at her proposal, Akko found her feet rooted firmly on the ground, the phrase, Tia Freyre, dying on her lips.

She found her gaze flickering between the view of the horizon and the very far ground, and her will wavered.

Maybe it wasn’t as good an idea as she originally assumed.

“Akko?” Diana’s soft voice called for her attention, and she could only respond with a whimper. Upon hearing that, Diana felt the slightest panic begin to plant itself in her mind. Something was suddenly wrong. “Are you alright?”

Akko tried opening her mouth that suddenly felt very dry. She felt nauseous all of a sudden, and her vision swam. She considered giving in to the call of the darkness, but then she remembered that Diana was still behind her, still waiting for a response.

And if anything happened to Akko while they were out here, she’d surely feel responsible. Not to mention, Akko would be causing her extra trouble, dragging her unconscious Japanese weight back to campus.

She’d rather not leave Diana with a memory of her being such a burden again.

But at the same time, she’d also prefer not being the one to cause Diana harm should she make a fatal mistake. Ah yes, there was that too. Such a timely reminder that made her shake in her standard Luna Nova boots. What if she messed up and hurt Diana? That scared her more than anything else could. And that wasn’t something unexpected, at all. The fact that she herself could accept that she was a walking disaster only deflated Akko’s ego, and fed her monsters, more.

“Akko?”

But Diana was still waiting. Waiting so kindly, so patiently. She was still reaching for Akko’s heart, doing her best to clear out the clouds, and tell the girl that it was all okay. That they’d be okay. That she could do it.

Maybe it wasn’t true. Or maybe it was.

Nevertheless.

Maybe Akko could fake it ‘til she made it then. If it was for Diana, she could.

“I’m good.” She finally replied. With a heavy sigh, she braced herself, croaking out a shaky, “Tia Freyre”, and they were off.

At first, the take-off had its wobbly movements, and this fed Akko’s anxieties and lack of confidence in her abilities in magic, especially in flying which she had struggled the most with while learning. Maybe she was too apprehensive, so on edge and overthinking every little thing, and every possible bad situation, untrusting that she could fly both of them safely on course. Her hands were beginning to sweat and slide along the broom’s handle quite easily as she tried to steer them in the right direction. But before her mind could fall back irredeemably deep into the negatives and impact her performance significantly, she felt a squeeze to her waist and a nuzzle to her shoulder, yanking her out of the sinking sand that was her thoughts.

Fingers lightly walked their way to her shoulders, massaging the stiff muscles till the knots came slightly undone. Circular patterns were soon drawn on them, and it was as though she was being told, ‘It’s alright. Breathe. I believe in you, that you can do it’.

Still in doubt, Akko squeezed the wooden handle, eyes trying to remain trained to the scene in front of her. A tremor ran through her body as she coughed awkwardly, trying to trust in those words as Diana trusted in her.

Just then, she felt a hand placed on the center of her back, aligned with where her heart was, and she immediately understood.

‘I believe in your believing heart.’

Again, those words. They rung deep within her, gathering in a pool of hope and springing out into a fountain that allowed her actions to be filled with confidence and faith. If not faith in herself, then faith in Diana who believed in her.

Akko felt it blossom, the confidence she needed to try; to persevere. And it was all thanks to her companion. Her beautiful, all sorts of wonderful companion who knew Akko; who understood her.

Diana had spoken nothing, and yet she had successfully conveyed every word Akko needed to hear at the moment.

Readjusting her grip on the broom, Akko breathed in and out deeply, eyes closing momentarily, before revealing determined reds. No need for extra pressure on herself. She knew she had practiced; she knew she had studied. Diana knew that too. She had been with Akko every step of the way, and now it was time to see their sessions’ payoff.

As they ascended to a decent height, motions stabilizing, winds calm, with Akko only feeling the minimum magical usage drain from her body, she couldn’t help but be proud of herself. Her eyes widened as she felt the energy course through her veins, her body and the broom obeying her commands with relative ease. Realization hit her; she could personally tell that she had improved from her earlier days in Luna Nova, and she felt excitement bubble up within her, channeling into tiny bursts of happy laughter.

“Diana!” Akko exclaimed, daringly taking them into an upside-down loop in the air, speeding up at times, and slowing down smoothly with little struggle. “Diana, I can fly!”, she declared, going for a sudden drop before rising back high in the air. “I can fly!”. They zipped past trees and fields, headed down over a small pond where their feet barely grazed the water before Akko pulled upwards, spiraling into the sky gently.

“I can fly!” Akko repeated, again and again; each time serving as a reassurance, a confirmation of a truth she had longed for. “I can fly!”, she said as they traversed the Luna Nova skies, aiming for the setting sun.

“I can fly.” Akko’s proclamations were growing softer, yet more filled with emotion. Diana could have sworn she heard Akko choke up this time. Leaning to her side and over Akko’s shoulder to try to catch a glimpse of the brunette’s face, Diana’s conjecture had been confirmed.

She made it just in time to see a solitary tear escape the most gorgeous rubies Diana’s ever seen.

“I can fly… Diana. I can fly.” She spoke in a silent whisper, that last echo of joy.

And those words and the sparks in Akko’s eyes filled Diana’s heart with so much adoration, so much pride. She was genuinely happy for Akko. She knew for a fact that flying was one of Akko’s biggest dreams.

And witnessing the girl’s dreams come true firsthand, was Diana’s dream come true.

As they soared, twirled, giggled, and boisterously hollered their merriment, emotions only heightened- as high as the altitudes they so freely conquered.

And Diana slipped.

Overcome with all these intense emotions, senses filled with the sights of the world, and the scents of nature and of Akko, ears receiving the songs of the wind and Akko’s laughter; skin feeling the rushing cool, and Akko’s body pressed against her, and Akko filling her immediate visage, brown tresses and all; and Akko… and Akko, and Akko, Akko-

Diana kissed the back of her neck.

She’d lost control, and jumped on her impulses.

She’d lost control… and so did Akko.

With a loud yelp serving as the sole warning, the sound transformed into piercing screeches and wails as Akko shot out bullets of, “what do I do”s, while Diana tried her best to yell back the answers that fell on ears that could not focus on her voice at all, they spiraled down, and they spiraled down fast.

There was no time, Diana realized.

The ground was ready to catch them, and it was meeting up with them sooner than they’d like. Neither of those facts were very appealing.

What could she do, what could she do; what could she do- if only time would wait for them-!

“!!!” Diana’s memory and experienced served her well as she regained her calm and senses, a spell she had used before making its way to the forefront of her mind as she chanted a resounding, “Scrylla!” And immediately, time slowed down for them. This gave her the opportunity to shake Akko out of her panic, all but yelling at her to pull up immediately.

And Akko did.

~0~0~0~0~

After a few slow laps in the air to allow the shock to fade from their very bones, Akko guided them in an even slower descent until their feet were, once more, flat on the ground.

Moments of silence passed, both girls too frazzled to utter anything right away. All they did was begin their unrushed trek towards the main building, sun just about ready to disappear beneath the lining of trees.

They made it all the way to the cafeteria, no one having uttered a word still. Halting in their steps in front of the large, closed wooden doors, feet shuffled awkwardly, throats were cleared, and eyes darted all around.

…

Not being able to take the overwhelming tension, Akko took it upon herself to break it… though she was lost as to what to say in this kind of situation where they had most certainly almost died.

(Though if she thought about it, this wasn’t a rare occurrence either.)

“Um, so… right. Um… I’m-“ Where should she start? A greeting? With an apology? She did just almost kill them. It wasn’t quite on purpose, but- Okay. She’d apologize.

Akko inwardly groaned, words forming on her tongue, breathing in, ready to spew out strings of ‘I’m sorry. And I’m sorry.”

“I-“

“I’m sorry!”

“Huh?” That most certainly did not come from her.

“I… apologize for causing you distress.” Diana mumbled shyly, uncharacteristically. “Especially in that situation, and placing us in danger. I’m sorry.” Her body facing Akko, she had bent herself in a perfect bow.

“D-Diana! You- you don’t need to apologize! That was all me! I should’ve gotten a grip and-“ In her frantic state, Akko had reached over to grab Diana by both shoulders, trying to get her to straighten her posture once more, embarrassed to have someone like Diana in such a state in front of her. “It’s fine, really. You, You’re not at fault!”

At those words, Diana looked up, unease flashing in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” She whispered, Akko almost missing the words. The shorter girl nodded.

“I’m sure.” She replied, just as gently. “You didn’t really do anything wrong.” Akko offered one those smiles of hers that made Diana’s stomach do summersaults, flips, and run miles a minute.

It almost made Diana feel completely relieved. Until she remembered what she had done. Hanging her head ashamedly, she spoke again. “I would still like to offer my apologies. I may have crossed a line just then…”

“Huh? No, what are you, don’t apologize, Diana!” Feeling awkward at how Diana kept asking for her forgiveness, Akko rubbed the nape of her neck out of habit, and a recent vivid memory suddenly began replaying in her mind- the cause of their little “accident”.

Noticing the realization flash across Akko’s face, Diana looked to the side, a hand braced on the opposite arm, crossing her front, as if it were some form of comfort. Diana felt very shy, and very small at the moment.

And that look did not suit her at all, Akko thought. She’d be damned if their day ended on a sad note after all of this.

Reaching for both the heiress’ hands, she called, “Diana-“ And maybe she had gotten a little too excited, too close, as she the aforementioned girl jumped at the sudden proximity. “Ah! S-sorry.” Akko exclaimed, backing off.

Before she could release Diana’s hands, however, she was pulled right back in. “It’s alright.” It was a quiet statement, a simple one. Yet full of so much emotion and assurance.

Akko was entranced once more. Put under Diana’s spell, breathless and unable to pull her eyes away from those deep ocean blues. It was as if she was being reeled in. Caught by the other witch- hook, line, and sinker. She was getting so close. So, so close.

Blue eyes flickered down momentarily, and Akko was pretty sure she knew why.

Closer.

Closer.

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

The chime echoed through the halls, an intercom announcing that dinner would be over in the next ten minutes, and that students should hurry up and finish their meals.

Just like that, the spell was broken, two girls separating a safe distance from one another.

“I-I guess we should hurry now! Wow, we… we sure took our time, haha!” Akko was the first to turn away, pushing the door to the mess hall open, attempting to escape the situation; but before she could take another step forward, a hand clutched to one of her own.

She looked back in time to see a blush bloom on Diana’s face, and Akko thought that it was prettier than any flower.

She probably wasn’t any better.

Diana gave her an unsure smile, like a question, a request for permission. She looked so soft and cute; Akko couldn’t help herself. She responded with a relaxed smile of her own and a squeeze to Diana’s hand, pulling her into the room.

They shared one final look, admiring each other’s features; eyes now clear and full of strong emotion. Two faces burned a fiery red, but their hearts probably burned brighter.

Hands bashfully intertwining as they made their way to the counters, grabbing trays of food and choosing a free table. Trying to focus on the rare Asian cuisine served for tonight’s meal, both tried to erase any remaining embarrassment or lingering awkwardness in the air, but found themselves failing.

Should someone say something? Should they simply eat in peace?

Both sighed in unison, attention darting to each other as they shared a laugh, blushes searing hotly across their faces.

It was starting to get a little hot. But it wasn’t bad at all.

~0~0~0~0~

Another day of much dreaded dance practice. At least, on Akko’s part, she hated it. After all, it was so boring as she was stuck, simply observing everyone else. Her teacher hadn’t really paid her any mind the moment she stepped into the extra class, neither was she given the go-ahead to join everyone else. So, she now found herself seated once more at a corner of the room, watching everyone else practice.

She observed everyone’s motions, trying to get a sense of what dancing entailed, trying to maybe image-train herself. Understanding and picturing the steps out clearly might help her be able to do it once she started dancing.

If the teacher allowed her to take part, that is.

At this point, that prospect was looking a little vague.

A sigh.

“They say you lose a year of life with each sigh, you know?” A pleasant timbre tickled her ears; a hand was extended, entering her line of vision. “I certainly wouldn’t like that. I’d prefer to see you around for much longer.”

“…I didn’t know you could be such a tease.” Akko giggled, looking up into bright eyes that stared at her expectantly, a kind smile playing across Diana’s face.

“I can’t say I don’t share the sentiment. I didn’t know I could be one either.”

Rolling her eyes, Akko took the outstretched hand, a squeak of surprise escaping her as she was pulled up abruptly into comfortable arms.

“W-what are you doing?” Akko aggressively whispered, a shiver running down her spine as a hand made its way to the small of her back, the other taking her own hand. Reflexively, her free hand found purchase on Diana’s shoulder- had it always been this broad- and Akko felt herself led a step forward, onto the dancefloor.

“Why, I’m simply ensuring that all my classmates contribute to this event. Slacking off isn’t a very good thing to do, right now.” Diana responded with her no-nonsense face on, before it was replaced by an impish smirk. They took another step. And another.

Was the world going to end today? Were pigs about to fly? Would Finnelan suddenly become a sweet, kind teacher? All these impossible thoughts streaming through Akko’s head were prompted by the oddness of Diana’s behavior. The other girl certainly had been acting quite different as of late, at least around and towards her.

Before she could question such events further, she suddenly realized what the girl had implied. Eyes widening, but brows furrowing, her face must have been quite a spectacle. She could clearly see the taller witch holding back a laugh. “I’m not- I’m not slacking off!” That was all she could come up with as a reply in her flustered state.

Diana was clearly amused, if her toned-down chuckles were any indication. Akko braced herself for more teasing, wondering if it would end soon.

Contrary to what she was expecting, Diana became serious all of a sudden, smile much more sincere now.

“I know.” – was Diana’s only reply. They had stopped in the middle of the room, Diana adjusting her hold on Akko, allowing the girl time to get more comfortable in the starting position, and get used to their proximity.

“Wha-“

“Dance with me, Akko.”

And that was her only warning; the next thing she knew, Diana had taken the lead, and the ease at which she could follow those movements stunned her, in a good sense, she supposed. Diana never failed to amaze her in everything she did.

Still, regardless of Diana’s skill, it did not hide the fact that Akko was inexperienced and no amount of knowledge-less observation could help her. She soon found herself stumbling into ready arms, careful in catching her.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry, Diana! I can’t do this after all-“ She was unable to complete that statement as she was back in the original posture, Diana taking the lead, slower this time.

“The waltz, like any other dance, has its basics." Diana began to explain. “Take a step backward with your right foot,” Akko did as she was told without question. Diana nodded as if to say, ‘good’. “Step to the left with your left foot, then bring your right next to it.”

Akko clumsily tried to match Diana’s smoother actions, experiencing some difficulty with executing it in synch with Diana’s poised steps. She wanted to be as graceful as she her partner, but that was proving to be a challenge.

“Do not dwell on how you are performing, at the moment, Miss Kagari.” Diana instructed softly, as if she could hear Akko’s thoughts. “Focus on what you should do first. Now. Left foot forward, and right forward, but to the right; then bring your left foot to your right.” Diana hummed her approval as Akko was able to do as taught.

Akko would make a few random noises and squacks, but Diana paid them no mind. Her full attention was on guiding Akko, watching her every movement and correcting her accordingly until the girl got used to the motions, able to grasp the concept better, movements less rough and choppy.

“One, two, three; one, two, three.” Diana began counting to the music that had been playing in the room, picking up the pace of their movements to correspond to the sound. Her eyes remained staring into Akko’s intensely, yet gentle all the same. A paradox, much like Diana in her entirety was.

Similar to Diana’s concentrated state, Akko could only focus on her; everything not Diana fading out into nothingness. Only Diana remained. Her sweet voice, the way her hair swished about, the body that fit perfectly against her own, the scent she wore today: a bit of a vanilla-like fragrance, and fresh apples; and Akko thought she looked simply dashing, even if she was only in their school-issued jersey and shorts. The clothes did nothing to deter how absolutely gorgeous Diana was in her eyes.

And on that note of being an absolute beauty, Diana’s face was the kind you’d never get tired of staring at for as long as you could.

Eyes you could drown in, refreshing, gentle, and kind; a beautiful shade of blue. Then there was her nose, perfectly sculpted. Diana had fair skin, with a healthy tinge of pink on her cheeks. And of course, there were Diana’s lips- lips that Akko might have been staring at longer than necessary.

Lips. Full and plump. Inviting. Beautiful. Pink. Soft, they looked so soft… Warm.

Diana.

Diana’s lips. So close. If she’d only lean down the tiniest bit forward, maybe they could-

“One, two, three. One, two three. One, two- Miss O’Neill! I could have sworn I told you not to do that part like that-!”

The loud sounds of instruction, berating, and the clacks and squeaks of shoes returned to Akko’s hearing, reminding her of where she was and what she was doing.

“Miss Kagari, Miss Cavendish! Aren’t you a bit too close?” Their teacher’s voice completed the shattering of their own little world, reality seizing them back. With wide eyes, the pair disentangled themselves from one another, standing at a more decent distance away now.

This game of enchantment and being brought back to reality was becoming a dangerous habit of both, it seemed. It felt like playing with fire, and they were at the brink of something they did not know was about to take place; whether the consequences of that event be good or bad. They were both losing control. Over what? Akko felt she’d know soon.

Quietly, she made her way back to her corner of the room, picking up her towel and water bottle, taking long sips to help calm her nerves.

The last thing she registered before losing herself in thought was that she could barely hear Diana’s apologizing to the teacher; it was the only thing she was aware of at that moment… and maybe along with the fact that it was starting to get a little hotter.

~0~0~0~0~

In a corner of Luna Nova’s grand library, away from the prying eyes of other students, the temptations of any distractions, and the general noise of the school halls, was their spot.

A location in the wide chamber’s expanse that served as the standard meeting place of two witches. The top student, and the top problem of teachers- or so some professors and students labelled her. Diana would strongly beg to differ.

Here, in this little area, they’d often meet. To many people, two teens seemingly meeting secretly in a hidden corner of a building sounded like a scandalous affair waiting to be discovered. However, that was not the case for Akko and Diana. Most definitely not. Undoubtedly.

…maybe.

After all, this place was a sanctuary for them that would aid them in their dreams of becoming the greatest witches in the world. It was their place of focus and meditation, growth and dedication, progress and improvement.

It was their study spot.

“Dianaaa~” Akko whined, shattering the silence of the library momentarily. “I really don’t get this problemmmm~” She groaned, flopping face-first into her math book. “There’s just no way!”

Diana sighed, shutting her reading material with a soft clap. “Akko, have you ever heard the phrase, ‘When there’s a will, there’s a way’?” Diana addressed calmly, transferring from her seat by the window to the one next to Akko, adjacent to her initial position, and looking over the girl’s work.

“What if I don’t have a will…” Akko grumbled, glaring at the letters on the notebook she was solving on. “What does the alphabet have to do with math anyway! And what are these symbols and squiggles and lines! This isn’t art class!”

Diana wanted to laugh, finding Akko’s little exasperated tirade adorable, but she knew the girl would just pout at her even more, and possibly get annoyed. The initial response, she’d welcome, but if it meant Akko would ignore her again, she’d rather not.

She decided to give Akko a tip instead, seeing as the girl was relatively close to getting to the answer. She realized something that made her smile proudly at Akko, gaze warming over. “Well, at least you’ve gotten this far in your solution. On your own, might I add.” She gave praise as an encouragement, pleased at Akko’s apparent progressive improvement. She had yet to tutor Akko on this latest topic in their class, but the girl seemed to have been listening attentively in class, managing to understand this much of the material.

“N-not really.” Akko had become bashful as Diana commended her efforts. Despite feeling shy, Akko felt elated that all her hard work paid off in some way or form. Just like how she was able to fly the other day. Fly freely, fly happily with Diana by her side.

Ah. Right. She was reminded of a certain happening right away, but she decided against thinking about it, pushing it to the back of her mind. It would be best if she didn’t dwell on those memories if she wanted to continue concentrating in this study session, actually getting work done instead of dreaming of Diana at almost every moment, awake or asleep.

Opting to shift the attention away from herself to hide the blush that was definitely about to show, Akko turned to Diana. “I wouldn’t get to this point if it weren’t for you, Diana.” Akko admitted with a sincerity that made Diana’s heart flutter.

“Th-that was because of the effort and perseverance you put in.” She countered, her own cheeks taking on a pink hue.

“Not at all. Even with all the work I put in before, I never got far. But ever since you and Ursula-sensei began teaching me, I-“

“Well, you and sensei have been working hard together; I really haven’t done much.” Diana reasoned, ever the humble soul.

“No, you’ve done so much Diana! You’ve really helped me learn a lot, you’ve taught me a lot!” Akko exclaimed, lifting off her seat a few centimeters closer to Diana.

“If we are on the topic of learning from someone else, then you’ve certainly given me more life lessons than I’ve ever given you!” Diana countered, also rising from her seat.

With every return of praise, and/or compliment, the pair failed to notice the distance between them shrinking, too into their war of gratitude.

If she were being honest, this situation stressed Akko out somewhat. Today had been quite comfy; peaceful, friendly and homely. She was hoping it would stay that way. It had been a while since she could simply relax around Diana without worrying about how she should act towards the white-haired witch. Any awkwardness between them these past few weeks, courtesy of their changing relationship, had been forgotten… until this point. It was like she had returned to stepping around the eggshells that were her doubts and fears about this relationship, and the unending internal queries of how she should approach and act around Diana now. She thought she had become quite excited at the prospect of a more intimate relationship with Diana, but equal to that excitement was the amount of fear she had tried to push away these days.

Akko felt her tension rising again, an imaginary string representing her calmness, being pulled taut. What had started as one of their rare calm moments that they almost never had between them nowadays- in the form of a study session- transformed into a heated exchange between the pair, stored tension unravelling from the bundles kept within them.

“You-“

“No, You!”

“Akko!”

“Diana! It’s thanks to you, being so wonderful and amazing, and talented!”

“But Akko you’re the amazing one! You’re inspiring; full of hope, dreams, strength!”

“You’re the strong one! Doing your best for the sake of your family, and for the school, it’s one of the things I like about you!” Akko had now raised her voice, eyes squeezing shut at the intensity with which she expressed her emotions.

“Well, your outlook on life and the way you face your fears and goals head on is what I like about you!” Diana threw back.

“Aren’t you describing yourself? That’s what I admire about you! That and your ability to believe in me, and the people around you!” Akko returned the fiery compliments each time.

“You’ve embodied the phrase, ‘A believing heart is your magic’, and I’ve always admired that about you!” Was complimenting someone always this stressful? Diana wondered.

“Well, if you admire me, then I look up to you!”

“I wholeheartedly appreciate you, then!”

“I respect you!”

“I adore you!”

“I enjoy being around you!”

“I savor every moment I have together with you.”

“I find you very attractive!”

“I love everything about you!” Diana was sure she had never been as loud as this before, especially not while expressing her feelings towards someone else.

“Oh yeah?” Akko challenged, eyes now holding a staring contest with Diana, both waiting on the other to give in, feeling as if they’d explode otherwise.

“Yes.”

“Really now?”

“Yes!”

“Really, really?”

Diana took a deep breath, pushing the next words out, backed with a large volume. “Indeed, I DEEPLY cherish you! I-”

“WELL, I LOVE YOU-!”

Ah.

Two pairs of eyes went wide, Akko stuttering and fumbling out sounds, unable to form anything coherent. Diana felt the need to turn her head away, breaking their connected gazes, trying to look anywhere, at anything that wasn’t Akko to help her calm down.

Had the brunette meant what she said? Was it true? The words Diana had been longing to hear… had they finally been expressed?

Sure, she had a feeling- scratch that, she knew Akko loved her. She tried to trust in the girl and the feelings she was stirring within Diana herself.

Still, it came as a shock.

Diana knew she had said it to Akko before, and that the said girl likely returned her feelings; but she also knew that something was keeping Akko from committing to those feelings. There was always something keeping her from saying it.

Fanning her face, Diana tried to breathe in and out slowly.

The atmosphere was becoming too hot for either of them too handle.

Her eyes that had been darting every which way suddenly made a mistake, her gaze returning to where it had first been, and now they were locked with crimson pools, still wide, so large, so close yet again. Too close, once more.

Diana had forgotten how to breathe, and Akko seemed to struggle likewise.

It was a silent staring contest. A stark contrast to the moments of yelling prior to this. Their eyes saw nothing but the other’s, their breaths mingled due to their proximity. The shared heat between them becoming increasingly unbearable with each passing second that they held fast to their post.

Then it happened. So quick, Diana could have missed it, but it was obvious. Akko’s gaze had flicked to her lips, and in the split second it took for her eyes to meet Diana’s again, the distance was obliterated.

It was soft, yet intense. Hot, but refreshing. Full of mistakes, and absolutely perfect at the same time. Scary but then… they were each other’s reassurance. It felt like forever, but only lasted so few seconds.

Pulling apart breathless, Diana managed to comb a quivering hand into brown tresses, keeping Akko close as she bumped their foreheads together, shutting her eyes to allow her senses relief. In that single moment, Akko had managed to arrest all of her. Everything she felt, smelt, saw, tasted, heard… even thought. They were all Akko. Akko. Akko.

Her scent, the beat of her heart and clammy palms now resting on Diana’s lap; her shaky breaths, the taste of strawberry chapstick, and the red eyes that had tempted her so.

It was all Akko, Akko, Akko.

Akko and her smile. Akko and her whole being.

Akko and her lips.

“Again.”

It was not a request.

Diana would probably have to apologize for her greediness later, but right now, she had lost every chance of regaining her control any time soon.

As they separated after the second kiss, Diana felt the little wind she even had left in her get knocked out her lungs as Akko’s dazed expression did Diana no favors of keeping her sanity.

And as if to tip her over the edge,

“I love you… Diana.”

…

“I’m sorry, Akko.”

“H-huh? What do you…” Before Akko could even feel confusion or hurt, a loving hand cupped her face, body pulled ever closer by the opposite arm now clinging to her waist. And then came a command she was compelled to comply to, nodding at each repeat.

A single word.

“Again.”

Even if it was looped a thousand times, she wouldn’t say no.

“Again.”

“Yes.”

“Again.”

“Until you’re satisfied, Diana.”

“-!!”

Akko pouted as Diana had created some space between them, breaths heavy and eyes wide.

“Don’t act all taken aback now!” Akko sighed fondly, giggling at the destroyed tension, nuzzling Diana’s cheek sweetly before contrasting that action by fixing the girl with a heated stare, looping her arms over her shoulders, pulling the taller girl down to her level. She had been enjoying Diana’s initiative, but it seems she now needed a jumpstart.

She smirked at the audible gulp, offering a proposal to study something else other than math against swollen lips.

 “Okay, Diana? …Now do it again.”

 They’d finally overheated.

 A/N: Anddd… done! Finally! I could cry!

I baked a frick ton of cookies yesterday and today. 100 fairly large ones hahaha for the holidays. That also took some of my updating time.u I hope I don’t take this long for the next chapter. Huhuhu. It is stressful to think that it takes so long for me to dish something out. Feedback if you would be so kind? Thank you for reading and Merry Christmas!

~Shintori Khazumi

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