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be-my-ally · 1 year

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Attention needed. (Jealous Elvis Request)

Dearest anon, darling, here you are! Apologies for the *slight* delay, work has kept me far too busy and tired this week - and also, I intended this to be a very quick 1-2k, and somehow that turned into 4k….so hopefully you enjoy!!! I found it a little hard to make it Jerry, who I can’t see knowingly flirting with Elvis’ girl, but I hope I did the prompt justice by making it a -teeny- bit of miscommunication.

pairing: afab!reader x elvis

summary: Reader wants Elvis’ attention, but he refuses to give it to her so she tries to make him jealous, going so far to cozy up with Jerry.

warnings: 18+, jealous!elvis, physical altercation b/t elvis + jerry (not with reader), oral sex (elvis receiving), hurt/comfort with slightly injured!elvis.

wc: 4.4k (whoops)

You hate when he ignores you like this. It’s worse because you know it's calculated, intentional. It’s not just that he’s busy recording, or messing around with the other guys (although he is) but he’s toying with you, in his twisted version of flirting, playing with you. The trouble is that the rules to his games never get shared with you. You’re left guessing how to react, or what his aim is - does he want you to fight him? Argue until you’re forced to be “taught a lesson”? Submit - simply allow him to do whatever, ignoring both your heart and brain? Or some strange, acceptable combination of the two? It seems to change every time, and it’s impossible to guess his reactions at the best of times, let alone when he’s intentionally trying to keep you unbalanced. And it is, certainly, intentional.

It has to be intentional; his determined actions to ignore your glances over at him, ignoring you lingering in the doorway of the recording studio, your hand on his thigh in the car. In fact he’d brushed you off, not in a malicious way, but in a - I’m talking to my boys and having fun and moved my leg and didn’t even realise you were there - way. Which in some ways annoys and hurts you more; because you can’t wholeheartedly accuse him of doing it on purpose, and to bring it up would imply that you don’t want him to have fun with his friends, which of course you do.

So, it has been building the whole day, leading to where you are now. Sulking on the edge of the bed, as you hear him play-fighting with the other ‘boys’ outside, although you can’t see them - its summer and it’s warm enough that the windows are open, but even with the curtains drawn it’s too dark to see. It was late, Elvis’ schedule didn’t conform to trivial things like day and night. So, despite the lateness of the hour, it’s only just coming up on dinner time. He’ll be up in a moment to change - it’s not required for any reason, it’s just family tonight - no-one special to impress, or photographs to be taken but he still likes to look his best. Especially considering he’ll be undoubtedly rumpled and muddy from their roughhousing. All you can think is that you don’t care to think of him looking his best, you just want him to really look at you. See what you’re trying to communicate with him.

You hate how he makes you feel like it’s you who’s lacking, or who has to put in the extra effort. But still you do it - it annoys the hell out of you but you still do it. You’ve changed into a little powder blue set, teased your hair up high - just how he likes, determined to get his attention back. Your intention, is to make him look at you, force his attention onto you, which means a grand entrance. Which means that you’ll have to hide when he comes up to change and allow him to go downstairs alone before following. He won’t be able to ignore you coming in by yourself. You roll your eyes internally, at the ridiculous lengths you go to for him. When you hear them all coming into the house you dive into your little dressing room, locking the door behind you. You can hear him humming to himself - as he thuds about the bedroom, you can hear the closet door opening and closing and the water running in his bathroom as he gets himself ready and then, a few minutes later, his quick footsteps as he hurries out and back down the stairs. It’s what you wanted, but you can’t help but be annoyed that he didn’t even attempt to look or call for you.

The annoyance grows, as you wait, when he doesn’t come himself or send someone to get you for dinner, forgetting in your sheer annoyance that he has no idea where you were. You head down the stairs after a few minutes had passed, you can hear the noise of the dining room as soon as you leave the cushioned sound proofing of his upstairs suite. When you walk in, late, you expect a reaction. Sure you’d wanted him to look at you, appreciate you, but you had also expected a little more. To be denied anything else - him simply glancing up at you, and pointing to the empty chair saved for you to the left of him at the head, was borderline offensive. Normally he’d have commented either in annoyance, or out of a protective worry - checking that nothing was amiss, that nothing had kept you. But tonight he does none of that, simply turning back to his conversation - not even waiting to see if his silent order was obeyed. It was, but you’d argue simply because it was the last seat available, not because you’d wanted to.

That particular place puts you directly next to Jerry, and just out of Elvis’ reach. It’s not an unusual place for you to sit, you’d normally sit as close to him as possible; sometimes sitting up with him or him sitting with you, sometimes even on his lap, but it is rare for him to tell you where to go. He’s commanding and wants his own way, but he’s not normally so demanding in such normal circumstances. You humph to yourself but nonetheless do as he wordlessly commands - you wanted his attention though, not half a glance and an order. You’re quiet through the meal, despite the rambunctious energy from the rest of the table - everyone in high spirits from the finished recording session, and time off they had that evening.

Elvis ignores you entirely, laughing and joking with Sonny and Red who were sat closest to him, but also joining in on the conversations happening around all sides of the table - shouting down to be heard when necessary. It’s a bit of a squeeze on the table tonight with so many of the closest knit memphis mafia boys staying, extra chairs added and the table extended. Which means that while Elvis, as ever, remains with more than enough space you’re knocking elbows with Jerry. You smile apologetically at him whenever it happens and he responds in kind back at you. You like Jerry, he’s always been nice to you and you’ve never felt the competitive edge that some of the other members of the ‘mafia’ seem to have from him. You chat politely to him, but you don’t have huge amounts to talk about tonight and he’s more preoccupied with the other conversations happening around you so you mostly eat in silence.

Being this close together though does give you an idea of how you might catch Elvis’ attention. You lean over to top up Jerry’s wine glass, using your left arm across your body so that you have to place your right hand on his thigh for balance. You can feel him look down in surprise at you, clearly taken aback at the forward action, uncertain as to whether he should pretend it didn’t happen or acknowledge it. You stroke his thigh once as you linger your hand before pulling it away and he appears to hold his breath until you’ve picked up your own glass with it. You don’t look at Elvis. If he wants to ignore you, you can do the same. Time to play with him for a change. Jerry shifts a little, and you smile at him, allowing him the opportunity to pretend nothing happened. He does so, but you can tell he feels slightly uncomfortable at the suddenly charged atmosphere. You risk a sneaky look over at Elvis, and see that his jaw is tight, although he doesn’t give off any other impression of anger. Your own frustration grows, as he continues to stare away from you - even though you can see him chewing his cheek almost every time you look over - as if in silent signal that he can tell you’re watching. Still, he doesn’t say a word to you.

When dinner finishes Elvis leads the way into the TV lounge, and you follow. You need to figure out how to up the ante a little, but without taking it too far. Little did you know the chance would come quite quickly. Elvis immediately settled himself onto the large sofa, cigarillo ready to be lit, and some of the others followed. It was pretty crowded, and it wasn’t long before they broke out to some of the other rooms around, spreading out a little. It made it easier to keep one eye on Elvis, while you considered your options. You were stood near the bar - it wasn’t like you were the only one still standing, every place to sit in the room taken up (despite the fact that normally Elvis would have insisted they make room for you - you’re a lady after all), when Jerry came up to it to pour himself a drink. He asks if you want one too and when you agree he does enough for two, handing you the glass as he comes back out. You chat about nothing in particular, and Jerry seems legitimately interested in what you have to say, and you drink, until you’re significantly more relaxed - almost forgetting about your mission.

You’re two drinks in now, and that plus the wine at dinner has made you a little brazen. You lean against the wall, and you can feel Jerry’s eyes track down your body as you, subtly, push your chest out a little. You continue your conversation, not really talking about much, but you can tell he’s panicking slightly about what to say or do to you. You look over at Elvis again who’s busy entertaining - regaling a couple of the boys left behind with tales from tour, and sigh. Jerry tracks your eyes, and frowns for a moment,

“Why’d you put up with it?” You look up at him, surprised he would be so direct,

“What do you mean? I don’t, he’s just…” You’re annoyed with him but you still don’t want to badmouth him to one of his best friends so your trying to choose your words carefully, “Look, you know probably better than anyone that you can’t tell him what to do, or what not to do. So you just have to…go along with it.” His brow furrows as he looks down at you, and he turns so that you’re both facing each other while resting sideways against the wall - if you turned your head slightly you could rest your cheek on the cold wallpaper.

“It’s just - you’re a swell girl, you’re so pretty, real bombshell like, and you could have anyone, hell he won’t even say he’s in a relationship with ya!” You smile and inch a little closer, not wanting to be overheard.

“Well, thank you that’s very kind. I’m not… blind to my own attractiveness Jerry. I’m not, … look, here’s the thing. I’m not super needy, or desperate to be liked for my own self worth, but I like him, and that might make me an idiot but I do! So, I’ll put up with a little more than I normally would, because I like him, and that’s all there is to it.” He continues to stare, with a slight commiserating look in his eye. You know he understands more than most. You’ve somehow ended up even closer to one another, barely a few inches between you now.

“I just don’t think he treats you right.” He shakes his head, and you go to say something in reply but you’re interrupted by Jerry’s arm being abruptly grabbed and pulled away from you,

“What the hell you doing Jerry? Hitting on my girl like that! What’s wrong with ya!” Jerry stumbles back, and rubs his arm where Elvis had grabbed him,

“Jesus- EP, we were just talkin’ is all. We weren’t doing nothing.” You can sense that Elvis wasn’t believing him,

“Looked from over there like you were about to do more than that. Looked like you were about to try and kiss her. You going around kissin’ my girls now?” You shake your head, starting to protest, and he whirls onto you, holding up a hand, “I’ll deal with you in a second little girl. Come on now Jer - you now saying you don’t want to kiss her?” Jerry stutters back at him,

“No-I uh, god, no offense y/n. I wouldn’t E!”

“No? Sounded like you’d try, I heard you Jer, ‘he don’t treat you right’ is what you said ain’t it!” It’s like watching two cars collide in front of you, you simultaneously feel panicked by the way the conversation is going, but also can’t look away. Jerry suddenly seems to have had enough of being accused or perhaps simply aware of the inevitability of the next event and draws himself up,

“Well, so what if I did - it's true.” The sentence is barely out of his mouth before Elvis’ fist is flying.

“What the hell! Elvis! His nose!” You’re horrified at the action unfolding, but you can’t help but be a tiny bit pleased that Elvis is at least fighting for you, even if it is with a pinch of guilt that it’s at Jerry’s expense. Jerry is, unlike some of the others, not afraid of Elvis - and not unwilling to fight back, although you can tell he’s purposefully not aiming for Elvis’ face. So they scrabble together, Elvis stumbling back onto the edge of the sofa after a particularly hard shove from Jerry.

“Elvis! Jerry! Someone stop them!” You’re shouting at the other men in the room, but it’s too late - the pair go crashing over the top of the sofa, and hit the coffee table on the way down. Both of them lie flat on their backs for a moment before Jerry stands, offering Elvis his hand. He takes it, and is immediately pulled up, shirt ruffled, hair a mess (although he’s faring better than Jerry with a black eye forming and a red nose) and you step forward - “What was that all about! Of all the childish stupid things to do! Look at the pair of you!” Elvis looks over at you, his eyes blazing, panting, before storming out of the room. You turn to apologise to Jerry, and he accepts it with a small nod of his head, heading over to the little bar for a drink after the drama. He’s not one to hold a grudge, and to be fair neither is Elvis - they’ll be friends again in half hour.

You can hear Elvis shouting to himself as he tears through the house and you’re in half a mind to let him wear himself out before going in to him, but the other half of your brain is telling you not to let him rile himself up any more than he already is. So you follow, but slowly, and by the time you get into the foyer he’s sat on the sofa in the music room, leaning heavily against its back, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. You can see his chest heaving with breaths from the exertion, and can tell, from his brief wince on the inhale that he’s obviously hurt a rib. You find it hard to be sympathetic though, since it was of his own making.

“El-“

“Don’t you start little girl - I saw you flirting like a goddamn teasing whore, trying to turn me the fuck on. With Jerry of all people.” You wince at his tone - eyes wide in an attempt to protest your innocence,

“That’s not fair - he wasn’t - … you weren’t paying me any attention! He was just talking to me!” He scoffs at you,

“Well, you’ve got my attention now.” He swings his head forward to look at you and he’s calm, but you know that can sometimes precipitate further emotion from him. You can’t help but think he looks good, even as you can tell there’s bruising forming under his shirt; slightly sweaty, hair ruffled, and his shirt coming untucked. Actually, he looks a lot, and you blush as you recognise the thought, like he does when you’ve had sex. You start to stutter out some apology or explanation but your mouth has gone dry as he continues to stare at you. He crooks his fingers, the same two fingers he always does and you follow him closer. He pats his thigh and you warily approach, half expecting to be flung over his knee, he’s unpredictable like this. You try to perch delicately but he pulls you up and across with a slight grunt. Probably from his rib, you look down at him,

“This is silly - you’re hurt! Let me have a look.” You start to pull at his shirt, as if attempting to get underneath to assess his injury. But he stops you with a tight hand on your wrist.

“I’m fine, nothin’ that won’t be sorted after a shower.” His dismissive tone does nothing to reassure you, but you can’t protest when he shakes you slightly with his hold around your wrist and waist. “Now, baby, what was all that about. You gonna try and tell me again you didn’t do it on purpose?” You falter for a second, you don’t want to lie but you also don’t want to admit to your actions; you’re a little embarrassed to have stooped to such a level. “You’ve been doin’ it all evening - god, all fucking day, trying to get on my damn nerves.” Now that you will protest.

“Elvis! I haven’t! Not all day! I was jus-“

“Ah-ha!” He crows at you, “So you admit, you were this evenin’ though huh honey?” You wince, refusing to incriminate yourself any further. “Trying to rile me up all night you have - turning up to dinner late, and you think I don’t know you were hiding in your bathroom?” You look back at him, slightly stunned to be so called out, his hand leaves your wrist, trailing up to your face. He strokes the side of your cheek from the bone of your eyebrow to the base of your chin. You tremble, feeling goosebumps springing up on your flesh. He does it again, stroking down before he, with the same fingers, grabs hold of your face, gripping your cheeks in his fingers - squeezing them together.

“Say you’re sorry, say ‘sorry Elvis’.” He mimics you in a high pitched tone. You start to protest and his fingers dig in tighter,

“So-rry Elvis.” You repeat back to him, he hums back at you.

“Got a nasty habit of arguing with me, little girl. I ain’t gonna put up with that anymore. Not from you.” You nod, and his hand, almost in praise, travels up your thigh. You squirm, your heart beating fast, suddenly aware of your pulse - you wonder if he can tell. He trails his fingers down your cheeks, stopping near your throat, resting for a moment before skipping down to hold you around your waist again. He leans his head close to yours, his breath tickling your ear. “You want my attention darling, you just gotta ask. I ain’t dealing with this bratty shit no more.” His hand strokes your inner thigh, “Understand?” You frantically nod back,��

“Yeah, yeah of course, of - uh - course.” You probably shouldn’t find it so hot to be told off but you do. He shifts you from leaning so heavily on his side, and you sit up completely, looking over at him sternly - you knew he was in pain. He interrupts you before you can say anything though.

“Been tryna get you to just ask me for what you want all goddamn day. But Lord did you make it difficult for me.” His eyes have a certain glint in them, and you’re not wholly surprised when the next words out of his mouth are, “Guess you oughta make me feel better then little one, you gonna make it up to me? - Go on, baby, get on those little knees for me.” You half roll your eyes, not convinced you’ve done anything that requires apologising but still you slink off his thighs to kneel between his legs. It’s not something nice girls should admit to, but it’s not a hardship for you to take him in your mouth, in fact, quite the opposite. So you kneel, letting him unbutton his trouser - his hardening cock immediately jumping free.

You lean forward, stroking him gently to full hardness. You go to kiss the tip, and his hands find their way into your hair, bracketing your head, his rings catching a couple of strands that sting a little. But, in a good way that causes your thighs to clench with each little pull. Your fingers go to gently stroke his balls, and you watch as it prompts a bead of white to form at the end of his uncut cock. He grunts down at you,

“Don’t tease me baby, that’s not how you say sorry.” He pulls your head closer, and the tip of his dick nudges your lips. You let it in, letting it sit for a moment while you adjusted to him being in your mouth again - it’s not something you’re especially skilled at, and you don’t do it often enough to be entirely used to it all but you’re certainly enthusiastic about it. You let it slip out of your mouth with a little pop, taking the time to lick a stripe down his full length, before circling the tip back in your mouth.

“Thatsa good girl, c’mon now, take it in.” You do as he commands, bobbing down again, tasting his slight salty tang, the sweat from his exertion adding to his general manly musk. Your nose brushes against his base as you open your throat, taking shallow breathes in from your nostrils. His hips jerk as you take a moment to suck, causing his dick to knock against your throat - you can’t help but gag, and you pull off coughing slightly - his hands tugging you off quicker than you’d have gone by yourself. “Sorry sweetheart,” he strokes your cheek as you catch your breath, “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” You blink up at him, through your watering eyes and he groans, his head falling back again. “Lord, if you could see yourself right now.” You smile slightly, going back down on him. Your hands come up to hold his thighs and you dedicate yourself to the task at hand. Bobbing the length of his cock, You’re more prepared this time when he can’t help but move his hips and you go with him, fighting your gag reflex. Your hand finds where your mouth can’t comfortably reach, and gently holds him in place while your other goes down to delicately stroke his balls. You go with where his hands in your hair tug you, up and down, as you feel his thighs clench.

You don’t have any particularly strong opinions about swallowing, it just depends on your mood and although he’s made it quite clear he’d prefer for you to swallow he’s not about to force you into anything. Today though, as you look up at him through your wet lashes, you can see the glint in his eye as he murmurs that he’s close, and watches you glance about, realising that in the living room you don’t have much choice, unless you’re planning on dirtying your sleeve or the couch. You make eye contact and it seems to be the catalyst to send him over the edge, swearing as you swallow him down. He breathes heavily for a few moments as you finish licking him clean before pulling off to wipe your mouth and chin clean. He tucks himself away, “That’s it. Good girl,” he sighs, thumbing any lasting traces of wet on your face away, “that was a mighty nice ‘pology.” You smile up at him. Pleased that he’s pleased.

“I really wasn’t flirting with Jerry,” You tilt your head, “…much.” He guffaws back at you, his previous black mood forgotten, looking down at you with half lidded eyes,

“S’ok darling, sorry I lost my lid with ya - shouldn’t, shoul-dn’t have. Knew you wouldn’t really.” He pulls you up into his arms, although you protest, and he starts to try to lay you on the couch. “Lemme take care of you now baby, lemme take care of you.”

“Elvis,” You start tentatively, pushing back on his hands to sit upright. “Wouldya, would you let me have a look at your side? That’s how you can take care of me, let me have a look.” He looks at you, eyes wide,

“You, you don’t hafta baby, it’s my fault.” You hush him, shifting to be sat next to him and pull his top up, he allows it - lifting his arm to help you roll it up and get a clear look. You tut at the red marks mottling his side, can see where it’s going to develop into a nasty bruise right along the line of his rib, clearly where he’d crashed into the coffee table. He winced when you push into it, but (despite your lack of medical training) you’re pretty sure that it doesn’t feel broken or cracked. Just bruised.

“Let’s get some ice on that, and then I’ll put some cream on it later, ‘fore we go to bed.” He blinks at you for a second,

“Yeah, yeah sounds like a -ah- plan.” He grunts as his arm comes down, his facial expression changes quickly, a little smirk forming although he’s still got that soft expression on his face, the one that always appears when he’s being taken care of. “You gonna nurse me back to health? Get you a lil’ cap and gown?” You shake your head at him,

“In your dreams, buddy. C’mon,” You shake his arm as you stand, “Let’s go get that ice.” He nods, following you like a lost puppy.

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malk1ns · 7 months

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36. things you said but didn’t mean (sidgeno)

tell me you're not over contractgate without saying you're not over contractgate...

thanks anon! the prompt list is here :)

Zhenya’s phone has been going off since the news broke last night.

He turned it off after he signed his contract and got confirmation it was received; he wanted to go to bed without constant interruptions, actually get some sleep after an emotional and exhausting couple of days. He hadn’t been that successful, but he’d at least woken up and for a few minutes been able to pretend that it was just a regular day, that nothing dramatic had happened to him recently, and all he’d have on his phone were the usual drunk messages from Sasha begging him to come back to Moscow early and a few good-morning emojis from Sid.

After he finished his tea, though, he couldn’t avoid it any longer, and he reluctantly took his phone into the living room, hoping that maybe the background murmur of the TV would lessen the blow.

It did not.

The TV is on, sure, but Zhenya had to turn it to mute—the morning news clashing with the constant pinging and buzzing as his phone frantically tried to alert him to every missed call, text, email, telegram, WhatsApp, instagram DM, snapchat, and tweet was giving him a pounding headache. And two hours later, he’s just barely climbing out from under it, deleting the majority of the notifications unread and focusing his attention on responding to teammates and the guys who are still lingering around Miami for the summer. The rest of the Russians and his family can wait—his parents will understand, and he doesn’t care about pissing Sasha off.

There’s one conversation that’s been pushed all the way to the bottom of his iMessages, inactive since yesterday morning. Zhenya’s scrolled past it a few times, but can’t bring himself to click on it.

Finally, when he finds himself actually contemplating responding to fans’ DMs with apologies for making them worry, he forces himself to open the last things Sid texted him, right after their fight.

hanging up on me? seriously?

this isn’t my fucking fault

and now you’re ignoring me? fucking awesome

whatever man. i don’t have to deal with this shit from you. i’m sick of your bs whenever you’re not getting your way. do whatever the fuck you want, i’ll find out what sorry team signs you tomorrow afternoon

Zhenya feels a little sick, reading it back now. He’d been so angry when he’d hung up on Sid, screaming at him like he hated him. Some of the stuff he’d said…he can’t blame Sid for being upset.

There are Flyers fans from their early years in the league who’d love to take notes on what Zhenya said to Sid yesterday.

Sid’s weathered Zhenya’s temper before, though—let him rant and rave and calmed him down with just the right words, and eventually, just the right touch. He’s always known when to leave Zhenya alone and when to engage, just like Zhenya knows how to handle Sid’s bursts of anger and the rest of his quirks. It’s why they work, it’s why they’ve always worked.

Now, though, staring at a conversation that hasn’t been updated in over 24 hours, Zhenya wonders if he finally said something that Sid can’t forgive. What else would have kept him from sending a message when he got the news that Zhenya was staying after all?

Screwing up his courage, Zhenya presses ‘dial’ and waits, holding his breath.

When it goes straight to voicemail, he wonders for a second if he really will pass out.

call me pls he fires off, sinking into the couch and rubbing his hand over his face when the message stays green.

He fucked it up for real this time, then. And now he’s tied himself to Sid’s team for the rest of his career, when Sid’s never going to talk to him again—or worse, he will, but in that freezingly polite voice he uses with annoying reporters and former teammates who have fallen out of his favor.

Zhenya wonders if Hextall would be able to trade him, even with the dramatics of the last 36 hours. Surely someone would be able to accommodate his new, reduced cap hit.

He’s not sure how long he sits on his couch, the TV playing soundlessly and his phone slack in his hand, but when his lock starts to turn, it sounds like a gunshot.

“Fuck,” Zhenya hisses, scrambling to retrieve his phone where it had fallen when he jumped. Probably Seryozha; old man never knows when to mind his own business.

When the door is finally open, though, the voice that floats through from the foyer is distinctly Canadian. “G?”

“Sid??” Zhenya says incredulously, jumping to his feet and almost tripping over his couch on his way to the hall.

Against all odds, it is Sid in his hallway, raggedy in his sweats and with bruise-dark circles under his eyes. He has one of his plain black caps crammed over his head, and the curls escaping from the sides are greasy.

“You’re staying,” Sid says, dropping his duffle. He looks small, shoulders uncharacteristically hunched in, and Zhenya moves toward him before he remembers what happened.

“I’m not sure you see,” he says cautiously. Sid seems skittish, darting his eyes around Zhenya’s condo like he’s never been here before. “I try to call, it’s voicemail. Sid, you’re here?”

“Oh, I was on the plane…I think my phone died while I was in the air, I don’t have a charger, can I plug it in somewhere?” Sid’s fumbling in his pocket. He won’t meet Zhenya’s eyes.

“Sid,” Zhenya says, concerned now, moving closer just as Sid sways forward alarmingly. “Sid! Jesus, come sit down.”

“Sorry,” Sid says faintly, letting Zhenya manhandle him into the living room and down on the couch. Zhenya remembers when they went to pick it out, how Sid had spent hours thoughtfully trying every couch in the store until the salesman looked like he was about to scream, before finally convincing Zhenya that this boring beige monstrosity was the right choice. He’d been correct, of course; this one is big and deep, and even ten years later still the most comfortable piece of furniture Zhenya owns.

“You’re sick?” Zhenya asks, plucking Sid’s phone from his hands and plugging it in. “Need water, maybe, or like, soup?”

“No,” Sid says with a deep sigh, settling back into the cushions and cracking his neck. “I’m fine. I’ve been traveling since last night, I haven’t slept…I’m just tired.”

“Last—” Zhenya snaps his mouth shut when Sid looks at him steadily. Last night, when his contract extension was announced. “Sid, I…”

“No,” Sid says firmly. “Listen. I get you were mad. I…well, I don’t know what it felt like, but I understand. And we both said some things…” He heaves a sigh. “I didn’t mean what I texted you. I’m not sick of you. I want to deal with your shit.” He looks down at his hands, twisted up in his lap. “I…you promised me. Do you remember?”

Zhenya does. After their first Cup, when they’d been so sure that they’d be back the next year, and the year after that. He and Sid had been tucked away together in a corner of Mario’s backyard, passing a bottle of shitty flat champagne back and forth and watching the sun rise. They’d been talking, but after a while it had faded to nothing, just quiet company, shoulders pressed together as the next day arrived.

“You’ll stay, right?” Sid had said abruptly, and Zhenya had looked at him, bleary-eyed and confused. “Here, in Pittsburgh. With me. You’ll stay? Even after your next contract?”

It hadn’t been a question that needed answering, in Zhenya’s eyes, but he’d answered anyway, leaning over and tilting Sid’s chin up and kissing him before whispering, “I stay always. Promise.”

He’d meant it then. He meant it last night, when he put pen to paper and signed away the rest of his playing career. He’d meant it when he was spitting invective at Sid over the phone, too, swearing he’d leave and sign somewhere the front office actually gave a shit about him.

“I never forget,” he says now, sitting next to Sid on the couch. “I’m so sorry, Sid, I’m like, I don’t know what I say to you. It’s such horrible things…I’m not mean, I swear. What do I do for forgive?”

When he looks over, Sid’s eyes are squeezed shut, but there’s a tear trickling down one cheek anyway. “I know you didn’t,” he chokes out. “I know, but…I was scared, G. I never really thought you’d leave me, and then…”

He opens his eyes and glares fiercely at Zhenya. “Fuck you for saying all that shit,” he spits, and Zhenya bows his head, because he deserves it. “Fuck you for doing that to me.” He sticks his hands in his hoodie’s front pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Zhenya goes very still.

“I had to stop in Pittsburgh, on my way here,” Sid says, turning the box over in his hands. “I’ve had this…well, I had ideas, but we haven’t exactly made the most of the last couple of playoffs, so.” He snorts humorlessly. “We might not ever again, so I’m not sure what the point of waiting is.”

Sid flicks the box open. Inside there’s a ring, nestled in satin, shining bright. It’s gold, with beveled edges cut through with black striations, and thick; something that won’t look out of place on Zhenya’s big hands. If he knows Sid, there will be something on the inside—a date, maybe, or even a time.

“You don’t deserve this right now,” Sid says quietly, lifting Zhenya’s right hand and sliding the ring on. “And I’m not sure I deserve to be asking, either. But maybe that’s the point, eh? We’re still here.”

“Yes,” Zhenya says, splaying his fingers out to admire the ring, then folding his hands around Sid’s.

“Yes to what?” Sid asks, a bit of amusement lacing into his voice.

“Yes to everything,” Zhenya replies. “Everything, with you.”

#this one's weird; sorry i had a weird day!#sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #my fic

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dawninlatin · 1 year

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Can I have a sketch with Manorian where Manon is pregnant and Dorian is taking care of her??😭 I love these vanilla

Hiii anon🌞

By sketch, I sincerely hope you mean drabble, bc I absolutely cannot draw🫣 I can write tho, so I hope you enjoy this teensy tinsy snippet since I’m currently on vacation in Copenhagen without my laptop😌 (yes i’m just typing on my phone so pls forgive all errors lmao)

Hi this is me again two days later, at home with my laptop:) As usual what started out as a drabble turned into a whole-ass fic, but I hope you still enjoy it:):) Also I've never been pregnant (and thank god for that) so I take no responsibility for any inaccuracies....

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Manorian one shot, canonverse, 1,5k words

Manon slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the morning sun shining through the curtains. She wasn’t sure what had woken her up this time, but the sunlight meant she’d gotten a few hours of sleep, at least.

With a sigh, she tried to get comfortable, even if that was impossible these days. Next to her, a still-asleep Dorian shifted, throwing an arm over her middle and snuggling close.

He mumbled something Manon couldn’t make sense of, but she just shoved at him, hissing «Don’t touch me.»

«I just wanna cuddle,» he murmured, his lips caressing her neck in a way that usually would have had Manon wanting and ready.

Instead, she let out a huff, and gave a weak attempt at swatting him away once more, when he didn't move. Manon was usually strong enough to just push him away from her, but right now she couldn't find the energy to bother.

«Just cuddling is what got us in this situation in the first place.» Manon looked at her round belly as she spoke, the thing so big she resembled a beached whale. She couldn’t fathom how she still had a month and a half left to get even bigger.

Safe to say, Manon wasn’t particularly enjoying pregnancy. In fact, she hated it, and couldn’t wait for it to be over so she could have their witchling and her body back.

She was nothing like the insufferable ladies at court, though, who only spoke in hushed voices about avoiding strechmarks and staying tight down thereso that Dorian would still desire her.

Yes, she missed sleeping comfortably and moving freely, but in the end, the only thing that mattered was that their witchling was born alive and healthy.

And her current state did nothing to quell Dorian’s desire, it seemed, given by the stiff cock pressing against her thigh at the moment.

That’s his problem to deal with, Manon thought grumpily as she once more pushed his shoulder.

There had been a few months in the middle of her pregnancy, after she’d stopped puking all day and night but before the constant fatigue and body aches, where she’d been insatiable, jumping Dorian at any opportunity, but sex these days required too much moving on her part, so their couplings were few and far between.

«Dorian, move. I’m too warm and clammy for cuddling.» It sounded more like a whine than she’d like, but whining seemed to be her default mode for communicating lately.

Manon also really had to pee, but she always really had to pee, so the heat was the most unbearable at the moment.

They had arrived in Rifthold three days ago for the King’s upcoming birthday celebration, but given that Dorian had been born in the middle of summer, it had been three days of bright sun, no wind and a much too high temperature.

Already, Manon longed to return to the Witch Kingdom. Yes, it may be summer there as well, but it’s location on the western coast of Erilea meant a constant, cooling wind blowing in from the vast ocean. She would give anything right now to feel that wind on her face.

The plan had been to stay for two weeks to attend the royal birthday celebration, and then return to the Witch Kingdom together, where they would remain until well after their witchling was born, but Manon’s hips and pelvis had been aching for days now, the pain only increasing, and she wasn’t sure she could make the trip back to the Wastes if it got much worse. The mere possibility filled her with anxiety.

They had discussed this long ago, how important it was to Manon that their child was born in the Witch Kingdom. Both because she wanted the comfort of being surrounded by her own, but also because while the curse had been lifted, witches were still wary of giving birth on the previously barren land, fearing it would lead to a stillborn witchling, so if their heir was born on foreign soil, it would send the wrong kind of message.

Manon couldn’t lie still for a moment longer, so she gave the still-sleeping king one final shove, glad that he actually moved this time, then rolled out of bed and waddled her way to the bathing chamber, as she’d done so many times earlier that night.

After what seemed like an eternity, Manon returned to their bedchamber to find Dorian awake and out of bed, pulling on a shirt. It annoyed her to no end that he could look so good after just waking up.

How miserable she felt must have been written on her face, because the king gave her a look filled with sympathy. «How was your night?»

Stopping in the middle of the room, Manon sighed «Terrible.» The day had barely begun, but she could already feel tears trying to escape. That was another thing she hated with being pregnant. There were so many emotions. All. The. Time. In one moment, she could storm out of a room in anger simply because Dorian’s presence annoyed her so much, but then in the next she could come back crying, needing to be in his arms, sobbing that «she was sorry for being so mean».

It truly marveled her, how she’d gotten to this point. Standing in the bedchamber she shared with the King of Adarlan, her husband, whom she had married not for alliance or plotting, but love, wearing a loose linen dress, the only item of clothing comfortable enough and big enough to fit her enormous belly because she was so very pregnant, and trying not to burst into tears in front of said husband, which was no worry, really, since she did it all the time now, but she still tried to keep some of her dignity.

Sensing that she neared another breakdown, Dorian came over to her, standing behind her. Manon leaned against him, her back to his front, and his hands immediately went to her belly, caressing it. «How can I make it better?»

Manon didn’t answer him, only closed her eyes, savoring the comfort of his arms. How clingy she’d gotten had been one of the first signs of her pregnancy, as it was common for witches, along with the nausea.

Then Dorian did something incredible. He placed his hands underneath her belly and lifted it, taking almost all the weight off of her hips and pelvis.

Feeling her whole body straighten, Manon let out a moan, her head falling backwards to rest against Dorian’s shoulder.

When in addition, an ice-kissed wind summoned by the king’s raw magic caressed her face, the relief was so great Manon did start to cry.

«What’s the matter, witchling?» Dorian asked as silent tears trickled down her cheeks.

She merely leaned into him further.

Manon had spent 117 years of her immortal life locking every emotion, every fear, deep within herself, never showing any weakness or vulnerability, so getting to a point where she could be real and raw with Dorian had been hard, and she still struggled with communicating her needs at times.

Dorian pressed a light kiss to her jaw. «Talk to me, love.»

«I want to go home.» The words came out as a whisper, but Dorian heard them. He hummed, a phantom hand brushing her hair out of her face. The pure love in those simple gestures urged her to go on.

«I can’t take the heat here. I’m always uncomfortable now, but the heat makes it unbearable! It feels like I’m suffocating. And what if I can’t make it back to the Wastes in two weeks? What if I’ll have to give birth here?»

«Then we’ll go back now,» Dorian said, his calm voice grounding her, if only a little. «I need a few hours to arrange things, but if you need to go back, we’ll go back.»

Even if it was exactly what she wanted, Manon shook her head, feeling selfish for making him drop everything just for her. He was a king, after all, and while they had spent as much time together as possible throughout her pregnancy, he still had responsibilities here.

«We can’t just go back. You need to stay here for your birthday celebration, and I don’t want to go back alone.» She let out a sob at the thought. Witches going into labour early wasn’t uncommon, and the thought of giving birth to their witchling without Dorian there scared her more than anything.

«Fuck that. The people care more about the celebration in itself than what they’re celebrating.»

Manon was about to protest, but Dorian stopped her.

«What’s most important to me, is you, Manon, and our witchling,» a phantom hand stroked her belly at that, «and if traveling back to the Wastes is what’s best for you right now, that’s what we’ll do.»

Placing her hands over Dorian’s, Manon nodded once, feeling a little less scared, a little more ready for what was to come. «That’s what we’ll do.»

Taglist: @fireheartfaery @bookishwitchling @celestialams @darklingswhxore @onfma @ireallyshouldsleeprn@sayosdreams @rowaelinismyotp @rainbowcheetah512 @mirubyjane @zoyalovesbooks

#ask #manorian #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass

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senditcolton · 3 months

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Like We Were Somewhere Else

Visiting them at work, either with lunch or just to spend the afternoon with them as they try to get things done. Whether they actually get things done, or things devolve into flirting/romantic gestures is up to you.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by anon | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none!

Some days, you absolutely loved your job. You loved the people you worked with, you enjoyed the work that you got paid to do, you relished the hours spent in your office overlooking the ocean.

But there were other days – days like today – where you absolutely hated it.

Work kept piling on top of itself, your to-do list now pages long instead of the usual one to two. Your calendar was filled with deadlines that you needed to reach – deadlines that used to be of no concern that were now looming because your management decided to fire half of your coworkers two weeks ago under the guise of ‘restructuring.’ It was to save money; everyone knew it but the company wouldn’t dare admit it. Just the same old corporate bullshit.

You are hunched over your computer, one hand tangled in your hair as your eyes glance over the spreadsheets in front of you. A heavy sigh escapes your chest as you try to concentrate. But, if you were being honest, your focus had waned significantly since the start of the day.

A chime sounds from your phone, the noise echoing around the office. A quick glance at the notification on the screen tells of a text waiting for you to read. You unlock your cell, navigating to the message and for the first time that day, a smile appears on your face at the sight of your boyfriend Matt’s name in the banner at the top of your screen.

Hey darling. Would like to get lunch with me?

Your work is abandoned as your fingers moving swiftly to send a reply.

I would love to. But I can’t really leave the office right now. Lots of work to do.

I understand. What if I bring lunch to you, how does that sound?

Perfect.

You place your phone face down on the desk, your attention returning to the computer in front of you, hoping to get some work done in the minutes between now and Matt’s arrival. Your concentration is abysmal at best, but the instant you hear a soft knock on your door, you find that you don’t care. Matt pokes his head in, that dimpled smile appearing on his face the instant his eyes land on you.

“Hi darling,” he says, walking into your office and shutting the door behind him.

“Hi,” you reply, instantly getting up from your desk to walk to him and wrap your arms around his frame. One of his hands presses against the small of your back, pulling your close until you pull back. He leans his head down, giving you a small kiss on the lips before the two of you fully separate.

You look down to his hands, expecting to see a plastic bag of takeout from one of the restaurants close by. Instead, Matt is holding your old picnic basket, a bouquet of flower sticking out from one end.

“What’s all this?” you ask, looking back to him.

“It sounded like you were having a rough day so I thought an impromptu indoor picnic might cheer you up,” he explains, his heat turning a slightly darker shade of pink. You don’t let him wallow in that embarrassment for too long, your smile widening.

“That sounds amazing.” He mirrors your grin, setting the basket down on your desk.

“Do you still have a blanket in here?”

“You know I do,” you reply, moving around your desk to one of the deeper drawers. “I swear they turn up the air conditioner full blast in here during the summer. Makes this place an icebox.”

Matt lets out a small chuckle at your muttered complaint. You spread the blanket out on the floor by the window, settling onto the plush fabric as you watch Matt’s hands reach into the picnic basket and retrieve multiple items from the inside.

He went all out for you, bringing an assortment of classic picnic delicacies – sandwiches, fruit, cheese, sweets, even a small bottle of wine.

“Not sure if I should drink alcohol today,” you tease once Matt finally lowers himself onto the floor with you, somehow tucking his large frame underneath him.

“Why not live a little dangerously,” he jokes, holding out the glass of rosé to you. You hesitate for a split second before taking the cup from his grasp. You lean your head against his shoulder, looking down over the array of food Matt brought with him.

“Hey,” you whisper, looking up towards him, his eyes connecting with yours. “Thank you. No one has ever done something like this for me.”

Matt smiles down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

“Of course,” he murmurs. “You’re worth it.”

His gentle assurance relaxes you even further, your first unburdened breath rushing through you. The two of you sit on the floor, eating and talking, taking in the time spent together like you were in a secluded meadow instead of behind the four walls of your office.

What should have been a brief lunch break quickly devolves. The hours pass, and the two of you are still sitting on the floor. You head has found its way into Matt’s lap, his hand gently stroking your hair. You are at least managing to appear productive, your phone by your side as you occasionally reply to emails. But that is few and far in between because you are too busy soaking in the moment.

Today was a stark reminder that if you had Matt by your side, it didn’t matter where you were. You could be anywhere in the world and you would be happy. Just as long as he was there with you.

#nicole writes #matt martin blurb #matt martin fluff #new york islanders blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #valentine blurbs 2k24

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destinyc1020 · 8 months

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I have a confession for this Sunday and I’m stating right now that I’m aware I’m gonna get backlash. Im a dark skinned black woman and though I’m fan of Zendaya I’m quite passive when I see comments that attack her or her brand or I don’t defend her online or on social places as much as I would do as a dark skinned actress. I think this opinion was sparked from the Spice and Erica Mena situation and Pinkydoll controversy.

Im aware this is very problematic to admit and honestly feel. I’m here for the backlash lol. I’m in my late teens and I’ve really learned about colorism especially in the entertainment and I know that Z has acknowledged her light skinned privilege and goes for roles meant for white women. I support her but not as much as I do darker skinned actresses. I obviously want to change this way of thinking because I love Z and I’m aware this is really on me than her but, I really want to see a dark skin black girl win. Just one.

One who is under the age of 30 and over 18 being considered a desirable love interest who isn’t no shade in the demographic of Viola and Angela. One especially that isn’t ratchet as Sexyy Red and Sukiana(I love them as artists but love the message they leave out of black girls isn’t ideal). It pains me that the last it girl was Lupita and before ppl say what about Keke, first Keke is brown and second I love her but her personal life is a lil messy for me.

Again, I want to reiterate that this is a confession that might get me jumped and I’m prepared for it lol. I just find it sad that as black girls when don’t have our The Summer I turned Pretty or actress who is a Florence Pugh equivalent meaning that she’s everywhere lol. I’m also aware that Z truly has broken so many boundaries, no other light skin black actress has won a Emmy not once but twice in history. I’m aware of her limitations in that industry. I find it crazy that Challengers is her first leading role backed by a big studio at the age of 27 when her yt peers have been offered roles from as young as 16 maybe. The black actresses previous to her usually get their first leading roles in their early 30s or if your Viola 50s. It’s triumphant actually.

Now that I’m typing this all out, I’m aware I’m more angry at entertainment industry than Z as an individual. She didn’t ask to be the token black girl of Hollywood. I realise that it’s a competitive industry, no one can predict anyones career arch one could have in that industry. I’m sorry for this long winded confession but I really love blog and as a black woman I find comfort on how open you are to opinions that aren’t your own and are still so respectful. That’s my confession and I hope you have a nice Sunday!!!!!

Hey Anon!

Awww....first of all, let me give you a hug... 🥰

Don't worry, you are in a Safe Space here on "Confession Sunday". That means, I won't judge, and no Anons should be jumping down your throat as long as you're respectful, honest, and are genuine in your feelings.

Anyway... Whew! Where do I begin? I feel like you spoke a word with your post. I actually feel like your ask was worded very well? I think you got your point across, and you even came to the realization of where your REAL frustration lies: And that's with the Entertainment Industry itself.

I can't tell you how many times Anon I have felt the same exact way. Like you, my disappointment isn't really with Zendaya or any other biracial/fair-skinned actresses out here. My disappointment and frustration lies with the racist and colorist society in which we live in, and hence also the racist and colorist ET industry that exists. 😔

First off, I don't enjoy seeing ANYBODY getting hate for things they cannot control, especially if they seem like a decent person, and the hate seems undeserved. I really don't enjoy seeing that. So, whether it's Zendaya, or someone else in the industry, I just think that a lot of hate is uncalled for, so I don't really care for it, no matter who the individual is.

I think it's a shame too how Hollywood seems to have regressed in some manner when it comes to "black women" representation for the 18 - 30 age group. 😔 When you look at older films and TV shows, it almost seems like there was far more young unambiguously black female representation onscreen maybe in films and TV 20 some years ago than there is today in 2023. 🥴

I love Zendaya (as you all know) and I LOVE seeing the success that she's having. 🥰 But every once in a while, it would be nice seeing some other young actresses who look more like me (brown-skinned) getting some shine, and getting the same level of success and "household name" status that Z or Florence get.

Like you, I've grown up with Keke and root for her.... 🥰 But yea, it's just kind of sad how her promising career in film kind of fizzled out a little bit. She's still successful (imo), but let's just say, she's not getting the LARGE, blockbuster roles or love interest roles that Zendaya gets, and that's because Z represents (like you said) the more "acceptable" form of a "black girl" these days. It's just sad that this is what society has turned into. 🥴 Black women are not one monolith. We don't all look alike. We come in various shapes, sizes, skin tones, hues, etc.

I've also rooted for actress Aja Naomi King. She's another one who I think is pretty talented, and used to be on a hit TV show (HTGAWM), but then, after that it was like...... NOTHING. 👀 At 38 years old, she might be a bit older than the age range you had in mind, but you get my drift.

It does make you wonder sometimes.... Like, I know there are so many talented, young, beautiful, darker-skinned actresses out here just trying to make it in Hollywood. Why aren't we given a chance? Why are we continuously passed up?

I keep rooting for many of my darker-skinned sisters in Hollywood, cuz I know it can't be easy. If it hasn't been easy for Zendaya, then you KNOW it hasn't been easy for women darker than her.

I root for Keke, I root for Lupita, I root for Aja, Janelle Monae, Ajiona Alexus, Halle Bailey, Nicole Beharie, Kiki Layne, Letitia Wright, Teyonah Parris, etc. The list goes on and on.

Hollywood (and society) would love to make you think that there aren't any talented, BEAUTIFUL, young darker-skinned black actresses out here that are desirable, but that is simply NOT true.

There are some BEAUTIFUL darker-skinned ladies in Hollywood, but you're right... It's rare we become a household name.... Where is our "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" movies? Why aren't we considered when it comes to romantic films or playing the love interest?

I think we all know the answers to those questions. 😒

But don't feel like you have to "hate" on another actress like Zendaya simply because society/the industry caters more towards black women with her look. Don't dislike her, dislike the racist and colorist society that we live in! People literally CANNOT help who they were born to, nor how they look. I don't think anyone should be shamed or hated on for something they literally CANNOT even control, which is their skin color. It's just foolish to me.

Anyway Anon, I just want to say that I see you... I hear you... and I totally get what you're saying. 🥰❤️

#sorry for the dissertation #confession corner #confession corner sunday

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hologramcowboy · 2 years

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It cracks me up that you make so many excuses for Jared not going to Jib when if Misha or Jensen had pulled the same crap (telling a fan before the Jib staffers that he wasn’t going, and doing it two weeks out after the schedule had already been set), you would have been all over them saying they were unprofessional and didn’t care about their fans. Jared is the EP of Walker, and one of his responsibilities is to look ahead to schedules and make sure he can meet all his obligations. He had plenty of time to vacation in Italy earlier in the summer (after canceling another con). Jared does what Jared wants to do and the fans be damned. You just don’t want to see it.

Anon, a lot of assumptions in your ask. What I wrote about Jared is valid for ANY Actor at that tier. If you have no clue how hectic a schedule can get then you also have no clue how rare and crucial vacation and recharge times are. Furthermore, filming/production details can change at any time so can schedules, especially last minute. I feel very sorry for the people who spent money and had their dream dashed but I also feel I should stress awareness that an Actor's schedule is incredibly hectic and people who truly are fans could choose to have empathy when, for once, an Actor cannot make it to a con. Certain steps in a career are crucial and I am glad Jared chose Walker because through it he can inspire many. Of course he would have wanted to be at the con, where he can firsthand experience his impact on people and reciprocate their energy but he, unfortunately, had a scheduling conflict and I don't think anyone deserves to be vilified for that. Jensen missed a con due to a Premiere he could have avoided going to since it was out of his demographic anyway, he chose to spend time with his daughter instead and that's perfectly human. Aside from the professional aspects there's also a human factor and a mental well-being factor to consider, if you put yourself in Jared's shoes, with all of his duties, you will see that things aren't as easy as you desperately want them to be so you can justify hating on him. Let's be clear, cons are a business venture for them not just an opportunity to exchange energy with the fans, just like any human on Planet Earth, they may have times where they skip them or even choose to not participate any longer, they are free to do so. I don't understand the huge level of entitlement this fandom has without even for one second putting themselves in the Actors' shoes. Also, I know you ask isn't really about Jared but rather about your anger towards me...if you dislike ANYTHING on my blog just stop reading it.

#anti jared hate

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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Turning off anon has honestly done wonders for my mental health. I definitely miss the Snape questions and occasional rants I get, but lately I’ve been getting more hate asks than the normal ones; I was even considering taking a break because of how bad it’s gotten. Now that I’ve disabled the option, I’ve been getting funny/positive asks from close friends and other Tumblr users, and I haven’t gotten a single hate ask ever since (really says a lot about Snaters’ cowardice). I was planning on just disabling it for a week—it’s been 6 days now—but I’ve been enjoying it so much I’m considering making the change longer, perhaps even permanent. Plus, it’s summer, my birthday’s in 4 days, and I’m travelling in a week, so I don’t need those jerks harassing me daily and ruining it all.

So, I just wanted to tell you all that I’m gonna have the anon option disabled for a bit longer, for around 2-3 weeks. Take care! <3

#personal #anti snaters #personal problems

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chinchillasinunison · 1 year

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Continuously thinking about Takas backstory. And what it was like for him before the scandal

I just imagine little Taka going to prime minister rallies. (Idk if they call them rallies but that’s what I’m calling them rn)

Little Taka having to stand up on the stage thing because he’s apart of the Ministers family.

Little Taka wearing a suit to these rallies. And being bored out of his mind because he’s just standing there listening to his grandpa drone on about things he’s too young to understand. And frankly doesn’t really care about.

Little Taka living in a really big house with a really big backyard that he spends hours on end running around in.

Little Taka being pulled out of his playtime in favor of being stuffed into another suit and being made to stand on the stage during a rally again. But that’s just another Tuesday to him.

Little Taka going to a private school That’s big on funding. And it’s huge. And he’s really popular at school because he’s literally the prime minister’s grandson.

Little Taka worshipping the ground his grandfather walks on and wanting to be just like him because he’s little. And all he knows is, his grandfather is the most important person in japan.

And then I think about what it was like for him right after the scandal. And how much changed for him in just one day.

Little Taka having to go from a life of luxury to borderline poverty.

Little Taka being made to leave his big house and the only home he’s ever known. And being made to live in a tiny apartment that feels way too cramped to him.

Taka being made to go to a public school. Where everyone fucking hates him and he doesn’t understand WHY… Taka going from having friends every time he turns around to having no friend and getting pushed down in the halls.

Taka watching his mom leave because she can’t handle the pressure of the scandals.

Taka having to have a sheet on his room doorway instead of an actual door because they found mold on the door. And don’t have the money to get a new one..

aka who could previously eat whatever he wanted whenever he wanted but now he sometimes doesn’t eat because they don’t have the money to eat everyday.

Taka being so utterly confused and upset and overwhelmed because he doesn’t understand why this happened to him and his family. Because he’s still young…

He doesn’t know why everything suddenly changed…. But what he does know is that his grandfather did something bad… and suddenly his grandfather isn’t his idol anymore…

And he vows to never make the same mistake his grandfather made…. Even though he doesn’t entirely know what he did.

But all he knows is that his mom is gone, he and his dad are hungry all the time. Are cold in the winter and hot in the summer, everyone at school hates him and beats him up…including the adults. and he hates it. And he will be better and do better.

This is a man who inspires so many goddamn thoughts in me and so many others. He and his bro will never go away ever I think for me. And YES I hard agree to all of this, his childhood was so fucking rough. Ough...

(also anon thank you sincerely for the surprise of a whole damn novel of blorbo thoughts in my inbox, I appreciate it 🙏)

#danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru

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ironwoodprotectionsquad · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on fanfic writers doing their own rewrites/AUs of RWBY? I've been working on my rewrite for almost two years, but I'm kind of afraid of trying to advertise my fanfic series bc the fandom goes fucking feral if anyone tries to say they want to rewrite it. I just want to explore things that the show never got to, like giving the faunus subplot the gravitas it deserves and that sort of thing. But the fans make me really hesitant to share my work!

Hey anon! First off I’m so sorry you feel hesitant to do so, I unfortunately get it completely though. Fans are…..different within RW//BY and have made it very clear their stance on aus and rewrites and anything that even remotely implies you want to explore something different. To me I’ve always found this mindset odd and confusing and unlike any fandom I’ve been in before. I find rewrites and aus to be so much fun personally, as you said it lets you explore things not in the show or change things to explore different scenarios the show couldn’t explore and so on.

For example my favorite type of au ironically enough are modern aus. I don’t know why I just find them so much fun. It has nothing to do with what I think of the show, I just enjoy exploring placing characters from fantasy worlds and plopping them into a modern society and see what happens. To me I find writing and reading my those kinds of fics enjoyable. It’s not most people’s cup of tea but my fics are for me at the end of the day and your fics that you wrote are for you. I for one would love to see your work but I understand if you’re too nervous to share.

For me fics are a love letter to the source material, it shows you care enough about the world and characters to want to explore something new or expand upon something the show didn’t or couldn’t. For me I’m working on a massive au asking what would happen if Yang and Ruby where raised by Qrow and Ironwood? How would things change for the characters? And I think those what ifs spawn some of the best ideas like what if Adam left the white fang? Or what if Pyrrha lived and Jaune died? What if Summer didn’t die? Those what ifs are fun scenarios we would never see in the show and that’s okay but it’s also fun to explore the possibilities, hell even Disney sees the fun in exploring those concepts in its “What If…” Marvel series wherein it explores some of those types of things like What if Peggy was the Winter Soldier instead?

Aus and rewrites are fantastic and I do not understand why anyone would hate on them or think it’s someone saying the source material is bad or the person hates the source material. We wouldn’t spend time doing this if on some level we didn’t care about the material, I have too many fandoms I’m in to waste time on something I don’t have some fond memories of. Yes I don’t like a lot of the writing decisions but…I still love the RWBY we met in volume 1 and want to explore their world. And anyone who feels the same or similar isn’t a bad person.

If you think it would make you more comfortable, overall the RWDE tag is pretty chill and maybe you can start with just sharing your fic their? I still get it if you aren’t comfortable that’s just what I do personally lolZ.

#rwde #fanfic #fanfic writing #rwby au #aus

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phoenixwrites · 1 year

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Hello! Huge fan of your work, am living for your Hellcheer fics! I am a fandom lurker who mostly spends time in the ao3 hellcheer tag, and decided to check out your blog to feed my hellcheer cravings :) What happened next was a 5 hour-long tumble down a rabbit hole of VQ thoughts and theories, and I loved every second of it!

Just wanted to say that I was absolutely horrified and dismayed to see all of the hate asks and harrassment you receive on a regular basis. 12 year olds can sure be vicious man, although I honestly think that they should be honored that you even consider giving them the time of day, it probably makes them feel super special. It is so hypocritical that they spew hatred and vitriol and clearly have no qualms bullying strangers while also being deluded into thinking they are fighting against “bad” things (I don’t want to even list examples of their ridiculousness).

Anyway, while I always try to separate my ship fixations from the actors playing them, I (respectfully, from a distance) love the idea of VQ and would love to (in a harmless manner, haha) follow clues. Is there a kind-hearted soul who has publicly curated all clues and indications of their possible relationship/interactions? Or is it all happening behind closed doors? Would be so grateful for any crumbs :)

This was such a cute ask to receive! This Tumblr policy has culled the hate so efficiently and now I’m only getting really sweet anons. I love it.

Thank you so much. The hate was very wearing—I actually mentioned to my therapist that an anon had said she should have her license revoked for treating me and her mouth fell open and she went “I TAKE THAT PERSONALLY.” It was so funny.

So—there IS a curation of all clues and indications and it is…one of those things that is so utterly comprehensive that it’s kind of impossible to deny. It is this which convinced me of VQ, but it’s not public. I haven’t even seen all of it, just particularly compelling chunks. (Like a lot of you, I’d also love to see all of it—I understand what it’s like being on the other side!)

If you dig deep enough on the right places, you can find a lot of clues. You’ll also find a lot of antis being insanely aggressive about it, as evidenced by the people telling me I should DIE for indulging in harmless gossip and spreading their own lies—most of them are really hateful towards Grace. So be careful!

Interestingly, the exact same rumors crop up from them anytime something remotely VQ happens so they must be really worried about the fact that Joe and Grace are spending the summer together.

I am very much looking forward to meeting them in June and very much reveling in the antis’ rage that I am.

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I've been being accused of some things lately and would like to clear my name...

IDK what to do with myself here. I can’t really explain myself well after all of that scandal, and if I try to explain to someone here, they block me. I feel like it’s best to leave but at same time, to stay. Leave because all of what I build for five years, is destroyed, I’m hated, I’m sent anon hate. Stay because this is only place that I can talk to people, and I don’t have anyone to reach out. And look at me now, I’m more lonely than ever due to that mentally ill, man hating radfem Christian chick obsessed with me for some reason, I didn’t piss her off nor have I mocked her in any way before all of this. I don’t know what else she has posted about me and yes, I did contact the first person who knew about this via another account but at that time, I was scared the world was about to end and wasn’t really thinking but just to clear my name. And for those that say I baited my attempt to take my life, I had a knife with me until I cried to sleep. I know I fucked up big time.

But the other thing that I got blocked for sure was that “like” to that post, which again, I’ll say again, IT WASN’T FUCKING ME!!!!! Sure, likely story, dumbass. I am not creating this story, this legit happened. It wasn’t me but a friend of mine who (by stupidity of me not closing my laptop and leaving it on the settings page with the list of blocked people) was taking care of my stuff while I going to the restroom and decided it was good idea to run my blog. He has a tumblr: weepingcloddreamland, look him up and good luck trying to contact him as his last post was back in March of 2020. All of this happened on summer of 2018/2019, before the virus. I was out while he rebloged and give likes to those blogs I blocked for the right reasons. When I came back, he said, “Hey Michael, I spiced up your blog a bit” “Oh, really” *checked what he did* Shocked I said “Dude, WTF did you do, I blocked them for a reason!” his answer was... “I did a favor, you know women love that” After that, I decided to kick him his ass and cut ties, he left angry. Shortly thereafter, he created a blog to do what I did, blocked him back and said this.

As proof that I did talk to him, because no one believes me at this point. All of this happened before I had my porn addiction. My porn addiction started in 2020, and it went downhill from there. I know I have a problem. It will take a lot of time as I know that this isn’t solved overnight or in a week time. I deleted the blogs already (for those anons who keep on asking).

For those that blocked me for this, I just want to say sorry for all. I’m a horrible person who was caught in all of this. And is shameful of everything, I’m even disgusted at myself. All of this stuff that my addiction caught me in was fantasy and I’ve never once disrespected a woman in my life. I don’t support violence against women. Nor have I ever abused any woman in my life. You people act like if I actually did and I dare anyone to find anything in my record (nothing in there) I hope to regain your trust as I did when you first followed me, but I still highly doubt any of you want to hear from me again or forgive. But I am praying for all of your wellbeing every night before I go to bed. If you’re having personal problems, I’ll be praying for you. That’s how much I love you guys even if you hate me now. I hope that whatever hopes, dreams, goals, you (my former mutuals) have is completed or happens the way you want it. If you want to believe what I said, that’s up to you and I know that I’ll get even more hate and death threats may even lose more of you. But I want to tell the truth and my side of the story. I will change for the better, but I can’t do it alone. I still have those sick feeling of relapsing again but I’m holding tight not to.

Oh, and one final thing, please unfollow and block nette and her nasty man hating friends. I’ve heard many things from a couple of people about her that isn’t really good. One of her friends is racist, a couple of them are creeps (actual online stalkers) and saved pics of me when I posted them on my blog. Even one of them is proudly an ableist. And all for what? To save the day? To feel better with themselves? To get money out of me? Keep in mind that I’m dirt poor (have no money in the bank for months and struggle to get some money to buy at something worth five dollars at Wendy’s or Burger King for example), didn’t have a vacation since January of 2019, don’t have a central A/C system in my house and had a very hard life (economically speaking all the way since the beginning of 2016). Most of you consider yourself lucky that you can travel on a plane to Disneyland, Europe or whatever part of this fucking planet that I’ve never been on yet. Plus, after all of that, the bad luck still continued, I lost two cute cats, and my phone (which was going to be replaced anyways but I didn’t expect it so soon, it almost made my family go broke). This is all harassment and self-gratification just for a few likes. I have unblocked a couple of people that have blocked me in case you have the goodliness of your hearts to forgive me (still highly doubt it). But I won’t trust them again until otherwise. I’ll be removing anon tho. I don’t know what else what said about me other than the two posts about me, but I don’t think that stopped. Plus I believe in the “eye for an eye” punishment, so nette and co watch out and stop having those only idea of God. Get off the internet and read the bible. I just want this drama down and over with and to have my good friends back, but I still doubt they will want me back. For sure, some of them will see this tho. I’ve said enough.

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sammy-smiles-531 · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Special: My Top 18 Blush Blush Boys

So as you all know, I’m a huge fan of Blush Blush, so I’ve decided to list all the guys from least favorite to most favorite (Though number 1 might be obvious lol). Just a disclaimer, I don’t hate any of the guys I just like some more than others.

18. William

I like William, but he doesn’t really interest me as much as some of the other guys do. To be honest, some of the current undateable Phone Fling guys interest me more than him. I will say that I do like his voice though and his masquerade outfit is one of my favorite outfits in the game. Also, who could go wrong with a guy that cares for animals and will treat you like royalty. But even with that, he’s just not my favorite.

17. Myx

Similar to the reasons of why William is low on the list. Myx is just a guy I don’t really have a lot of interest in. While yes I love a guy who does music and his animal form is one of the cutest animals in the game, he just doesn’t catch my attention like any of the other guys. He’s also the ones whose outfits I kind of like the least but go figure.

16. Volks

I already know that I’m gonna get flamed for this, since Volks is one of the more popular Blush Blush characters. But it all comes down to this, I’m personally not a huge fan of the tsundere trope. Most of the time I find tsundere characters just rude, they are not people I would enjoy being around in real life. While yes Volks does soften up once you get him to his lover levels, it’s not enough for him to be my top favorite character. Please don’t hate me.

15. Kelby

Kelby is an interesting one, there’s a lot I like about him, but at the same he doesn’t interest me that much. I’m not much of a fan of his voice that’s one thing. He also doesn’t really have a lot of outfits that I like, besides his kigurumi outfit. But Kelby is one of those cases where I’m mixed on where on my favorite scale he would fall under. But Kelby’s alright, the good chicken boi.

14. Anon

Oh boy another one I’m going to get flamed for cause he’s low on the list. To be honest it’s mostly because I’d get slightly annoyed irl if someone was using their tech devices on dates XD. I do find his voice nice and he has his quirks about him that I like, but he’s just not my most favorite guy. He’s one where I would say, “Eh, he’s average.”

13. Poe

Gee Sammy why do you put the most popular guys low on your list? XD To be honest, Poe should actually be a guy that’s high on my list, I love goth guys and Poe has one of my more favorite outfits. He’s also one that I can relate to a lot. I think it’s one of those cases where there are a lot of guys I like more than Poe. But hey, that doesn’t mean I hold him dear to me.

12. Ichiban

Honestly, this man makes me laugh. He’s honestly the guy I would not expect to like as much as I do now, but here we are. I actually really like his voice. He’s also the one who has my favorite summer outfit. It’s just that he’s so goofy and awkward, yet that just adds to how much I like him. He will always be my king.

11. Scale

One could argue that Scale is also kind of a tsundere, so why is he higher than Volks. Well it’s because I find Scale more interesting than I do Volks. And also it’s less in your face than it is with Volks. Scale just has more nice moments and he genuinely makes me laugh. I love how behind his facade of a scary ninja assassin, he’s just a goofy, awkward, and overall sweet guy. Also he has the more cooler outift and animal designs of the game.

10. Seth

Ah yes, good ol’ demon boi. Also has one of the coolest animal and hybrid designs of the game. He’s one of the most fascinating guys and also one of the Phone Fling guys I was most interested in seeing. I wish that I could put him higher, but there are more guys that I like more than him. But hey, he made it to the top 10. I would gladly rule over the demon realm with him, and his riddles are neat to.

9. Cole

I have a soft spot for the yandere trope. Cole is definitely another guy that I did not expect to love as much as I do. I understand what people mean when they say they love his voice. I also love how much fun he seems to be having being around Marshmallow, I genuinely do think he cherishes the time spent with them. Overall, a guy that I both love and am slightly terrified of XD.

8. Garret

I love this man, period. He’s one of those soft, gentle giant type of guys that I absolutely go crazy for. I’m actually one of the view who actually likes his voice. I also love the small antics that he gets into. Yeah I’m not gonna hide the fact that I love himbo characters. I’d also gladly let him break every bone in my body and thank him. But he wouldn’t do that, on purpose anyways, because he’s a wholesome boi.

7. Dmitri

This man makes me swoon. Just his voice, the way he talks just has a way of grabbing my interest. Also his love for coffee makes him an easy win for me, considering that I am also a huge coffee fan. As someone who used to do ceramics, I’d gladly go to his pottery class, just to see him. He’s also one of the guys I would not be afraid of calling sexy. Overall 10/10 guy.

6. Stirling

I love me a good vampire boi. Especially a fabulous ice skating one. I’d glad let him bite me. I’ve always had a love for monster boys, but vampires were never really the one that catches me. Stirling however is one that I have all my love for. I’d gladly learn how to ice skate for him, even if I mad myself look like a fool XD.

5. Logan

This guy made it to number 5 on my list, that goes to show how much I love this guy ever since I saw playthroughs of him. His animal form is so adorable and I love how protective he is over Marshmallow. He’s like the mom friend which is good to have because you’ll know he’ll take care of you. Overall, a great new addition to the dateable Blush Blush cast. I also love the art of him, the artists did a really good job and continue to improve.

4. Nimh

The first guy we ever meet on our journey, and boy did he make an impression on me. I love the shy boys because they are always so sweet. Nimh is definitely the guy I would do my best to take care of. An adorable guy, one who tries his best, and the one who’s responsible for the existence of Nimh Chungus XD. The cutest bunny boi and is a great start for what was to come within the game.

3. Cashew

This man’s voice... this man’s voice makes me ascend, I love it so much. I love him so much. I’d gladly let him read me all kinds of stories. I love his dorky puns and a someone who is currently attending college I can relate to him a lot. I also love his hair, it seems so fluffy. I’m honestly not much of a big reader, but man is Cashew convincing me to be one. With the combination of his voice, his puns, and his overall cute mannerisms, Cashew is easily a guy worthy of my heart

2. Eli

He was the guy I originally came across when I first came across the game. And man am I glad he was because I immediately fell in love with him, his funloving, carefree attitude is what really sticks to me. I love guys who wants to see those around him happy and are generally happy themselves. Also he’s a fellow pansexual. And if that isn’t enough proof for how much I care for this guy, he was my “date” to my senior prom. I literally danced with a picture of him on my phone, none of my friends cared XD. Eli, oh how I love you so and you would lead me down the rabbit hole that is Blush Blush

1. Sven

I’ll tell you what, Sven actually grew on me. And apparently enough to where he is my most favorite Blush Blush guy. I’m probably the only mega fan of Sven since I know he isn’t that popular. Like I said, I love a guy who can make me smile and Sven had me smiling the whole way. I actually really love his voice and accent, I don’t know it just gives me serotonin. I also love the fact that he’s literally a memelord and a living Sonic reference. He’s a guy I’d love being around in real life. Overall my number 1 favorite Blush Blush guy and I’m patiently waiting for his masquerade outfit to be released. All hail the King of Duckies! Quack!

And that was the end of my list. Now as more Guys are released and more Phone Fling guys become dateable this list might be subject to change. But as of now, these were my top 18 favorite Blush Blush guys. Thank you for reading and Happy Valentine’s Day : ) !

#blush blush #blush blush game #bb #sammy speaks #blush blush ramblings

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hi this is ur enterprise anon who hasn't talked to you since like last summer however upon winter break I have been able to resume my watch journey on tv. first i don't know how controversial of a take it is but personally i did enjoy the borg episode. i thought it was neat how they did it. second of all the episode that just finished up tonight was archer brain parasite one and it made me So Sad. I don't know what it is but like it did it made me sad the way that one episode of ds9 where like. Martok(?) is given command of that ship but bc he's old and traumatized he has trouble running it and his younger crew mocks him and is so terrible to him and I don't know it makes me so sad. And this episode made me sad in that same way. I'm glad it all ended up ok but all the implications of everything within it well it hurt my heart. I hated seeing Archer feel like he felt so useless and to just have his life ripped away from him. Also enterprise cgi Florida from when the big Xindi laser hit was so bad. So bad in a special way. Also the season 3 theme change is. Definitely something! Well that is my enterprise watch update for you. I hope you are well! Keep on trekkin' 😎

Hello my dear! I’ve missed you. I think some people don’t like the borg episode because its a continuity error but who cares. Live in the moment. I really like it and I think if you haven’t seen the video of john billingsley and his wife doing commentary about it you should check it out (I believe it’s in my video tag) because its so funny. Also twilight is so ben Affleck smoking.jpeg it really does get to me. But also the knowledge that tpol was giving him bowl cuts sustains me. The duality of man. Oooh also this means you have Similitude coming up (I think?) and similitude fucks me up every single time I watch it like legitimately one of enterprises best but also. Jesus Christ. I hope you’re like the 9/11 season! Imo it drags at the beginning and kicks ass at the end

#anonymous #we are receiving hails

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THOSE NICKNAMES ARE SO CUTE ABKGCFBHGG ofc you can call me either one you pick 😊. Also I hope that guy gets gum stuck in his horrible hair and is super late to an exam or something 😤😤😤. I don’t understand how some people think I want to hear their stupid comments?? Like whatever happened to the saying “if it’s not nice, don’t say it”?? Like unless we’re friends or close constructive criticism or advice is fine. But like. I haven’t seen you since school? Leave me alone. Some peoples audacity I swear 🤨🙄😤. Im sorry that that happened to you. AND YOU TELL HIM. MANS THOUGHT HE WAS CHANGING THE WORLD BY BEING RUDE TO YOU AND PROCEEDS TO LOSE A DEBATE AGAINST YOU NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. HECK YEAH. YOU GO GIRL 😤🥰. Intelligence is so freaking hot though just saying. So like. Love everything about yourself cause there’s so much to love sweetheart ❤️❤️❤️. Also like I’m slowly falling for Nagi and Oliver but we’re not gonna talk abt that rn 👀 *swears profusely* Also also I love love love knowing random facts about all my favorite characters because it just makes them seem so real. It’s just overall really adorable. Like that invincible hero hates ranch with a burning passion and that one tired teacher loves swimming in coral reefs in their down time and that one amazing soccer player loves history. Finding out more stuff about all these awesome characters honestly makes me love them even more. Going to the gym is great btw!!! But don’t forget to also rest and not overdo it. Your body needs time to repair itself yknow? I seriously need to start going again. I was a gym rat the entire summer and I actually liked it?? I wanted to try something new and I ended up loving it. Idk it’s just the satisfaction of working on yourself and working all those feelings out and just taking care of your body yknow? But school got in the way and I keep telling myself I’ll go this weekend but I keep forgetting 💀😭. I shall add Romantic Killer to my watch list 😌. Is it an anime or a show btw? What’s it about? *sips from hot chocolate cup and hugs squishmallow* I’m still processing the ending of TR so like I need a couple business days to collect my thoughts but you’ll be the first to hear them when it hits me that it’s actually over. Also Isabelle is such a pretty name. I think it suits you 😊. As always I hope your day goes well!! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

forget to add on my last ask agjhhhshehh 💀 but why those specific nicknames? like is it cause if the emoji or something else? sorry im just curious 😅.

I'm that kind of person who keeps nicknames for everyone actually... based on what they like or reminds me of irl has a friend named dumbface . And the thing is... the word 'anon' sounds... mechanical which is why I offer emojis to people who want to interact with me and visit my blog and everytime I look at ✨ emoji all I'm thinking of is a genshin wish or starry or charm and I literally go like

'starry asked me something!! *smiles*' But yeah cause of the emoji or in case send me a name that you'd like be called by? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Thinking if I should call 💙 anon blue...

Going back to my classmate at uni... another bonus point is that since we hadn't seen each other in a long time; with covid and all that too I'm...actually two heads taller than him. And when he tried to be rude to me again today- this time about my hair cause its short (and yk what guys say abt girls with short hair right?), I said 'You talk big for someone who has to be noticed under a microscope, you wanna lose another debate?' And he actually shut up with his mouth open and a friend of mine who shares the second major class with him just laughed

Oyaoya you're falling for Nagi and Oliver ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) Tell me all about it

I know !! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა The random facts about Oliver made me go 'No way. NO. WAY. WHAT.' cause there are too many things about me that coincide with him and I was just sitting there like... it does makes sense now. Cause when i was reading the manga too, I saw him and I went like... he gives me the vibe of a snake (cause I had a pet one and there's a whole history to that and it was guesswork) for some reason. *scrolls*

it's a snake alright.

Random facts just make my day and I love the fact of that one tired teacher who likes swimming in the coral reefs - pretty sure Ego is that kind of guy. When I found out that Aiku loves History I was like 'is it possible to fall any deeper for this man?'

So the thing with gym is that I was going for a good week and then i fell sick. and it kept happening back and forth until I got tired and irritated and said that i need to be consistent. And honestly? I love going to the place as well ! Plus I needed to get more muscle in cause... I wanna be able to lift more heavy objects. So me and my roommate were lifting this really heavy box and I couldn't get it over my head and nearly busted my skull but luckily they're stronger and taller than me so I was safe; I don't want to experience that again and that's why i decided to go to the gym. that and for mental stability and being fit as well ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

My classes do get in the way of me going to gym and studies take up my time too and that's why i balance everything. Priorities take first place, write little everyday and when its ready, I post it.

So Romantic killer is an anime about a girl who cares only about three things : gaming, her cat and chocolate. And cause of that, she's disconnected from the real world and can't fall in love with anyone the way i've been called out on with this show so a wizard who made an otome video game comes (their name is riri), and tries to set her up with this guy named Kazuki. And its all about her resisting him

His voice sounds very familiar though *goes to check* yeup, Kamitani Hayato from Gakuen babysitter club and weather report from JJBA

I just heard about TR from one of my friends. And I'm surprised abt it actually, maybe I should read from where i left off (forgot to ask about terano south) but take your time. I'll be there to hear all about it ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

My name... has taken one too many dad jokes, comes with being the youngest ig . DoorBELLE BELLEring

Not to mention the spellings and older people, ‘Isabella’ no, it’s Isabelle, Isabel? Izabel? No, Isabelle

Oliver : Tinker belle.

That is acceptable.

*sending warm hugs*

#Belle. ☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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