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arikihalloween · 26 days

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Welcome Home × Soul Eater AU ramble

I had announced it, I shall now share it !

Behold, WH SE AU

Context :

In the world of Soul Eater, there are people who can transform into weapons (called demonic weapons), a genetic trait coming from some witch experimenting on humans centuries before. To avoid having those "weapons" go out of control, Shinigami, a god of death, created a school called Shibusen, where those weapons could learn how to control their powers. There are also people who come to this school to partner with the weapons and wield them, those are called meisters.

In this AU, our colorful cast of Welcome Home characters are students at this school in their last few years of studies (18-23 years old) and decided to create a race to the top before their graduation. The goal ? Get their weapon partner to the "death scythe" level by getting as much evil souls as they can. Who will win ? Who knows 👀

Let's present our six duos !

Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly (butterfly net)

Barnaby b. Beagle and Wally Darling (big apple hammer)

Howdy Pillar and Poppy Partridge (scythe)

Sally Starlet and Lucero Starlley (guitar axe)

Suave Moonwatcher and Eddie Dear (shield, later on a giant pair of scissor)

Nyxie Moonwatcher and Calypso O Octave (musical saw/violin)

And of course we can't forget out dear silliest, Home as Shinigami !!

Full page :

Lucero and Calypso belong to @kokoiep

Ramble :

Okay so this AU is actually over a year old, I had old designs and dynamics I wasn't 100% happy with because this AU was co created

Idk how the other creator is doing, I haven't talked to them in a loooong while, so I decided to rebrand the AU a little

Now, I'll explain my choices and lore

For one, I believe in keeping the canon personalities. So, when deciding who's a weapon and who is a meister, I tried to go along how the characters would act and what alligns with their silly selves. The characters that ended up as weapons needed to be weapons, otherwise it doesn't fit their personality to come to Shibusen to become a meister (reminder, meister can choose to go to Shibusen, weapons are kinda obligated to)

For the clothing, I just had fun with the "school uniform" concept as given in the Soul Eater and Soul Eater Not manga series.

And for the pairing, I included a lot of ocs, ik, but I wanted the pairs to truly match in energy and personality, and also I love my and Koko's oc and it's my AU I do what I want !

Joking side, here are some more funfact on how they ended up there

Julie followed in her siblings footsteps

Barnaby came to partner with Wally, the two are childhood best friends

Sally and Howdy came for fame and opportunities that come with being a meister

Nyxie and Suave where raised in Shibusen for lore reasons 👀

Julie and Wally are dating !

Frank and Eddie are a bit more on and off, because Eddie is an anxious mess and Frank doesn't like competion

But at the same time, the shipping in this AU is "yes" because : Julie and Wally are a thing, but Julie is very close to Frank, who is on and off with Eddie, and Eddie is quite close to Howdy, and Sally likes to flirt with Eddie and Poppy, but Lucero has a crush on Sally, who might have a lil crush on Julie, but Nyxie has a crush on Lucero, and Barnaby and Wally are reaaallly close

Good luck, may the ships all sail at once like it's the Vendée Globe :D

Other funfacts

Nyxie and Suave are actually weapons too, Nyxie is a frying pan (because what else would she be) and Suave is undetermined. Both are very unstable and thus can't really be weapons full time, hence why they meister others

Everyone has part time jobs !

Nyxie and Suave work at a bar, Eddie works at the post office, Sally works at a theater, Lucero works with Caly at a music shop, Frank works at a library, Julie in a hairdresser salon, Poppy and Howdy work at a little retail shop, Wally and Barnaby work in a clothing store.

They all live in the same appartement complex, all neighbors and they visit eachother all the time ! Each pair live together too, platonically.

I think that's about all I can say

This AU is a lil special to me because I love Soul Eater and the lore and ik there is probably already some other SE Wh aus but I wanted to get this out anyway and see if people enjoy my silly rambling

I posted it on tiktok already and people ate this up lol, I'm kinda hoping they would too here as well ? We'll see.

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misscammiedawn · 6 months

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Well, since you asked, what sorts of fantasies/scenes/ideas would you like to do in the coming year?

OKIES! I have had time to think about it! Thank you Miss for asking and I hope you know this isn't like a checklist! Don't feel like you need to do all these okay!

Also I am kinda on the spot! Like the old ones were things I dreamt about for years or organically had that welling I WANT THAT reaction! I feel like I'm sort of just racking my brain for these <3 you did too good a job, Miss! I want for nothing because you made my dreams come true <3

Buuut here are some ideas! Summoning Shenanigans - I still want a "summoned to a hotel room" style thing where a trigger (whether text message or time based) has me glide from my room while bespelled and unaware of where I am going but knowing I am supposed to go there. The whole Summoning skill in Vampire: The Masquerade has imprinted on my weak and susceptible mind! (Though maybe if we had joining rooms there could be a kind of "leave the window open" sort of thing? IDK vampire scenes and me are just always gonna be a thing!)

Make-up scene - A looong while ago Dawn did this for Sleepyhead:

it was back when we were actually spending money on our Sephora products and trying to learn things-- something which tapered off a bunch the past couple years--

2019-2021 era Camdawn was still getting used to being trans and overcompensated our gender performance.

But I wanna be prettied up. I think we did something like this during Charmed 2023? I vaguely recall starring blankly at my reflection but that may have been a hair brushing thing?

Either way I just wanna get pampered up and made pretty just one time in my life. I dunno why but that fantasy always gets me. When I'm at the salon getting my hair dried in that helmet thing I like to imagine myself being brainwashed. It's just a nice lil' personal indulgence.

Though this may be best saved until after COVID anyway.

Hair Style stuff? - Daja once had a thing about "The Cammie is stored in the hair, right? So what happens if I style your hair?" and we play a lil' with hair brushing and stuff but I like the idea of being braided into obedience or having a bun that when released will do something. It's a tough one because of how our brain works but I really like the idea of hair style control. It hits the buttons from the previous one but in a much more personal and lovely way <3

Singing/Dancing Fantasy - I remember there was once a "musical episode" of a TTRPG I did and I can't remember if I was able to sing along with it or not but I like the idea of just being under a spell or compulsion that makes it so I can only interact in musical <3 it is silly and I love silly!

Curious concepts which aren't fantasies but popped in our head while thinking of answers here:

Silly Request - I'll be wearing my Hypnotist/Switch/Hypnotee pin again at Charmed! I kinda wanna have a thing where if I forget to switch it and someone I love reaches in and spins it to hypnotee I just drop instantly (provided that it's safe to do so)

Curiosity/Amnesia'y thingy??? - So like--- I OFTEN have moments where I push stuff out of head and out of mind but don't commit to deleting it-- like I delete a lot of stuff and it upsets me when I go scratching that itch and find it's not there but like y'all underestimate how much I search through old photos, journals, videos and such to satiate an impulse.

It'd be nice to have a trap for myself in there like a video or audio or word file that draws attention and I click it and it hypnotizes me and I forget about it and then rediscover it again someday.

Like I'm thinking of it as some kind of emergency "feel better" spell from me to me and have considered doing it a few times or writing a story about it. Like this isn't something I want done for me, more a concept I've been thinking about and a good use of my proclivity for hypnotic amnesia <3

Elevator thing - So like I don't talk a bunch about the specifics of my past life because the people involved can't consent to my sharing but I did do hypnosis in the before times. There was one scene born from an elevator at a convention in Chicago that had this soothing LED color pattern and like--- I kinda wanna make a memory like that again. There are three big scene memories I can think of from my past life and I think understanding which of those I remember super fondly would help craft new scenes. One was watching snow fall, one was in a hot tub and the other was the elevator thing. I think it's just a mix of the intimate, unexpected and situational elements-- like they were all during times which were heightened level of Special Moment and built upon that high-- it's why Fountain Scene in October was so important to me!

I hope that helps! It's hard to explain when I refuse to be specific!

ANYWAYS! I'll keep thinking!

For now! I hope the elevator thing explains what makes a scene work for me and know VAMPIRE STUFF ALWAYS WORKS <3

#cammie asks #hypno asks #hypnokink #cammie photos

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b-dubs-valdubs · 1 year

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a little ethubs fic. they experiment with eyeshadow. enjoy!

fic under the cut, or you can read it on ao3

reblogs appreciated! <3

CW: none! this is pure fluff :)

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"Hey, Etho," Bdubs called, practically tumbling into the room with armfuls of brightly coloured products, "Which one do you want?"

Etho looked up. "Uh, do you have any turquoise?" he asked.

Bdubs wrinkled his eyebrows, in thought. "I should have? Let's have a look!"

And with that, Bdubs dumped all of the sparkly products onto the bed, alongside the various brushes needed to apply the makeup.

Bdubs had never given someone a makeover before. It was a similar sort of passion to when he'd opened a barbershop back in season seven; he loved making things pretty, and wanted to extend that philosophy to people too.

He'd always wanted to experiment with makeup, like how he'd experimented with hair, but trying to teach himself on his own face was very difficult. Luckily, Etho had volunteered to be his test subject- uh, he means, his canvas.

"Hmm," Etho hummed to himself, looking at all of the different colours availible. "That one," he stated, jabbing a finger towards a glittery teal colour.

"A fine choice, good sir, a fine choice," Bdubs nodded, trying to act professional (which earned a raised eyebrow from Etho, and an answering glare from Bdubs). The professional character soon returned, as Bdubs branished his utensils and proclaimed: "Step into my salon."

Etho looked around him. "What salon..?"

Bdubs narrowed his eyes, "Very funny. I guess the bed is the salon for now, but just you wait! Once I'm done with you people will be begging to have me work my makeover magic on them, I'll practically be forced to build a salon!"

"Yeah, riiiiiiiiiiiight," Etho rolled his eyes, "More like they'll see what you've done to me and ban you from ever using makeup again."

"HEY! Just remember that I'm the one with the makeup here, wise guy. So you better be careful!"

Etho chuckled. "Okay, okay, sorry! Just get this over with."

Bdubs stared at Etho, thinking through his process. "Close your eyes."

Etho obliged. Bdubs dabbed the small, spongy brush into the sparkly powder, before applying it as gently as he could to Etho's eyelids, being sure not to get it everywhere.

Etho huffed. "Feels weird," he mumbled, "Like you're pressing on my eyeballs."

"I'm being as gentle as I can," Bdubs whispered in reply, too concentrated on what he was doing to make any form of snappy remark.

Bdubs worked dilligently, ensuring that the touch of the brush was as light as it could be, while still concentrating on staying within where eyeshadow usually goes.

After Bdubs was done, he brandished a small mirror. "You can look now."

Etho cracked his eyes open one by one, and nervously looked at his reflection. He hummed. "Well done, Bdubs, this is actually decent."

Bdubs practically lit up. "HA! YES! SEE? I TOLD YOU!"

Etho just nodded along, accustomed to Bdubs's bragging by now. "Can I have a turn now?"

Bdubs's face suddenly contorted into an expression of confusion. "You..? Huh?"

"I want a go with the sparkly stuff. May I?"

Hesitantly, Bdubs shuffled a little closer and handed Etho the brush. "Okay... you can take your pick of the colour, I dont mind."

Closing his eyes, Bdubs was beginning to regret giving Etho so much control - but he couldn't find it in his heart to tell Etho to stop, not when he was humming a little tune as he worked.

Etho took a little longer than Bdubs did to finish the eye shadow, and from the amount of pauses that he was making, he seemed to be struggling a little bit. That's okay, Etho was only a beginner, no way he could match up to Bdubs's prowess right away. That would take years of training, at least.

"Hmm, okay. You can open your eyes now," Etho said, sounding a little timid.

Oh, no. What had he done.

Bdubs nervously opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror, before spluttering in indignation.

It was... beautiful???

Green glitter blended into the gold glitter effortlessly, the sparkles swirling together in a soft gradient that melted into his skin.

"H- how did you... What? Etho?"

Etho simply giggled. "I dunno, beginner's luck?"

Bdubs gasped dramatically. "BEGINNER'S LUCK?? OH, YOU-"

"Hey, dont worry Dubs!" Etho grinned, "You'll still be able to have that salon someday, just a little more practice!"

Bdubs pouted (and Etho found it hilarious). "You're a freaking jerk."

Etho smiled softly. "I know."

#mossy writing #ethubs #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #can be read as ship or platonic idm

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marinerainbow · 7 months

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//A Kitty Shiny friendship snippet! This is them at the salon.

Shiny: *getting her nails filed* So, what's that school of yours like?

Kitty: *shrugs underneath her blowdryer* It's okay I guess.

Shiny: Any cute guys?

Kitty: Some of them but I don't wanna bite. They're not my type.

Shiny: Bad apples in the barrel huh?

Kitty: Don't even get me started! Their way of a good time is chugging beer in the back of one of their rich dad's trucks and putting leaves down each other's pants. They're just a bunch of mouth-breathers.

Shiny: Fun rule about men, honey. You could have the smartest guy in the room and put him with five other smart guys and they'll still end up doing the dumbest thing you can think of.

Kitty: Oh yeah? What's our rule?

Shiny: That we mature 14 years into existence and they mature 40 years into theirs.

Kitty: *laughs* Yeah that sounds about right.

Shiny: You know you're alright, when Poppy told me she had a human friend I got worried. No offence but, you guys are such sticks in the mud.

Kitty: I'll be the first to agree with you, someone at the institute drew a bear on a unicycle once and let him loose through the hallways. Everyone loved him and he loved the attention. Faculty heads didn't. "Relocated" him to ToonTown. He'd never even been there.

Shiny: That's so sad, but I'm not surprised it happens everyday. I wouldn't even be allowed in some of the salons north of Brentwood. Actually I was once.

Kitty: What happened?

Shiny: Apparently they didn't appreciate me mixing the make up pallettes around and replacing them with something more vibrant. Freaking depressing hole that place was. Oh and they got mad when I sharpened the acrylics, don't get mad at me when you don't have a weapon when walking at night, Ma'am, I tries to warn you. They aren't the night life types anyway, they're the white wine and profiteroles on a Hamptons vacation types.

Kitty: *snorts* I know the ones. We had a guy's Mom come in to complain once. About how it was unfair her little darling got suspended for vandalising a studio because his girlfriend dumped him, saying he was just a kid, he was nineteen.

Shiny: Sounds like a rube.

Kitty: He was.

Shiny: Well your hair is looking great!

Kitty: Thanks, it's always been hard to style. My Mom used to have a heck of a time with it.

Shiny: ...You miss her huh?

Kitty: Every day...

Shiny: I don't know you as well as Pops does but I'm sure she'd be real proud of you. You grew up into a beautiful, strong-willed chick.

Kitty: *nods* Thanks Shiny. And your nails could slice open a pickle jar.

Shiny: You say the nicest things!

I love this so much!!!!

You got Shiny's character on point here! She absolutely would try to 'spice things up' for Uptown gals. She's only looking out for them! Who wouldn't want a weapon that hides in plain sight? I can definitely see them having this conversation. Meanwhile the salon employees are probably looking at Shiny like "Who let this crazy witch in here?" XD

And just- as usual, Kitty is perfect. She is so nice and awesome. It's no wonder so many toons like her ^^ if Shiny ever heard about that date prank that got pulled on Kitty, she'd have some words to say to the douche

I raise you; Kitty, Shiny, and Poppy all go to the movies to watch some re-running cartoons. I can assure you, that will not be a boring evening XD

#you know what finger armor is? some of them kind of work as daggers #Shiny woukd go fricken insane for that XD #asks #other peoples oc's #my own OC's #Shiny Weasel #WFRR #who framed roger rabbit #disney #Poppy #(since shes mentioned)

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Just when I think the terrible roommate saga has ended...

For those of you that aren't aware of the whole story I'll try and give you the TLDR.

Feb/March of 2022 I moved out of the house I shared with a roommate for a year with a girl we'll call R. Over that year it never felt like my home, I only stayed in my room, I took care of R's dogs, she left messes that she expected me to clean up and she was just, personality wise, an over all mean and nasty person. Cut to me having enough of it and deciding to move in with my current roommates, my cousin and her wife, love them to DEATH!

R is immediately pissed because I was 4 days short of giving her 1 month notice that I was moving. (1. I told her as soon as we knew we got the house 2. She had on more than one occasion told me that I could move out if I didn't like something she could afford it on her own.) She acted like I spit in her face. The rest of the time I was there until I could move R was argumentative and aggressive to the point I started spending the night at various friend's houses just so I didn't have to deal with her. (I HATE confrontation and will avoid it at all costs which you will see a bit later in this story.)

Move out day R is just as mean and nasty through that entire process. As soon as I paid the last if rent and bills due to her and was all clear I blocked her on EVERYTHING! Everything cal? REALLY?! Yes, everything I even blocked this chick on Venmo.

September 2022 I start managing another salon. R sees my car out front and decided to pop in and just say hi. Like it was a totally normal thing that we did all the time still when I actually hadn't spoken to her since I left. I was short but polite, and then she left. She comes in again and requests me to do her hair! I stayed in the back, let someone else take care of her and then took anxiety meds and came out of my office once she left.

Cut to today...

She signs in again. I'm back in my office letting someone else service her but the problem was we were busy. The door kept opening and people kept coming in so I was gonna HAVE to go out there and take someone while she was still here.

So I walk out act like she doesn't exist and pull a customer back to start on him. She tries to say hi to me from the shampoo chair and I ignored her (found out from the stylist later that she just thought I didn't hear her 🙄) So then she's in his chair at his station and just HAS to say hi again. I hesitated but then gave her the shortest driest Hi. I didn't look at her, nothing. She leaves not saying anything else to me but I decided I'd had enough so I sent this message to her...

Polite but straight to the point, yea? Tell me why this girl called another location to complain! My boss called me and asked me, "What's up with this Rachel situation?" I tell her the whole story and she remembers when it happened. So she's like, "Well yea but what happened today that she's complaining?" I told her the text I sent verbatim and she was like,"Oh yea, no, I'm letting Ryan (the owner) know right now." Like what did she think she was going to achieve with that move? Did you think they would yell at me? Write me up? Fire me? Make me take you? Nah, I work for this company for a reason and that's because they value and talk to their employees. I just can't with the audacity of this woman.

#skz317cb97 #cal 🖤

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mikimeiko · 1 year

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Day 5 - Rijeka>Trieste>Milan

It's not raining! Still very cloudy white sky but we'll count this as a win XD

I see the rooms manager on my way out. He asks me where I'm off to today and when I tell him that I'm going back to Milan he tells me that he lived there for 16 years! He did speak Italian remarkably well, but still it was a nice coincidence (also he was a very nice man! I wish I asked him his name but alas I'm not good at conversation and I forgot XD)

I have more than two hours before my bus leaves and my backpack is quite heavy, so I alternate walking around with coffee breaks, not a bad way to start the day XD in every café I've been here and in Slovenia they always brought me a big glass of water with my coffee and can I just say: yes. Yes please, can we import this custom? (in most of central/southern Italy they'll give you a small glass of water, which is also nice. In Milan - and most of northern Italy - they give you NO water and it's barbaric, time to move with the rest of Italy and the Balkans Milan!)

Being the person I am I of course go the bus station very early to make sure it exists XD and find my bus stall. Apparently the flixbus buses stop... somewhere around here but not at the stalls of the bus station? D: I hate uncertainty!

I get another coffee nearby, at a lovely café with beautiful yellow chairs, and I see a train go by on the rail crossing I saw on the first day while walking from the station! (It's always strange for me seeing a level crossing inside a city)

I get one last meat burek before I leave and WHY DID I EAT ANYTHING ELSE. I love meat bureks. Food of the gods. I should have eaten way more of them. Now I'm sad that I won't get to eat more meat bureks. I wonder if they have burek in Trieste. (Also. Also. Why is there no burek in Milan. Lots of Balkan people in Milan. Please open a burek place? Pretty please? XD)

I leave Rijeka on a much sweeter note than when I arrived. These two days have been good in their weird way, and if I'm ever in this area in a different, sunnier season I'll make sure to come back and take a look.

My bus to Trieste went through Opatija and it was indeed very pretty in the daylight!

It was foggy in Croatia, then when went into Slovenia it cleared up a bit and you could actually see the surroundings. And then we crossed into Italy and it's... foggy again? Maybe staying in Slovenia was the key XD

(Also we didn't go through a passport control when we crossed from Slovenia to Italy? But we did when entering Slovenia from Croatia 🤔)

When I get to Trieste everything is very grey. White sky, a general feeling of fogginess (though not real fog, not inside the city).

I leave my heavy backpack at a laggage storage and I find myself once again wandering around the city for 4 hours between a bus from the Balkans and a Frecciarossa train to Milan (last time I was coming from Ljubljana, but still). This city is huge, I think sooner or later I'll have to come visit it properly, and not just passing through at the end of a different journey.

Of course I find a Christmas market (I used to love Christmas markets but I hate the way they have become standardized in the past few years, now every city you go has the same stalls of usually mediocre crap and it's just sad) but! This one has warm apple juice with cinnamon, which makes me really happy.

I take a thousand photos of the canal, from every single bridge XD but the reflections are just too good!

I get to the sea. The last time I was here it was the first thing I did, going to the sea, and after two weeks of wandering far from the coast I just... cried. I saw the deep blue of the Mediterranean and actual tears formed in my eyes.

This time it's a ghostly sea, white and kinda haunted, but it's still mesmerising.

I walk along the promenade, farther than I did last time, until I get to the Salone degli Incanti (which is a beautiful name for an exhibition space, "Hall of Enchantments", but the building used to be the city's fish market and apparently incanti was the word they used for the fish auctions?).

There's an exhibition about videogames there, but OF COURSE it's closed today.

I walk back through a pedestrian zone, a part of Trieste i totally missed last time.

I stop at a café for coffee and cake, and once I'm done I realize that it's less than an hour to my train, I'm nowhere near the station, I have to stop somewhere to buy food for the journey+a couple of things to bring home from Friuli, get my backpack back from the luggage storage and possibly have time for a cigarette before the train.

I somehow manage a brisk pace despite my achy feet and tired muscles, and do everything I wanted to do; and most importantly I do not miss my train home ✌️

Yesterday when I got in the mood for some music I decided to listen to my 2022 big playlist (the playlist where I put all the songs I like that I discovered this year, in chronological order XD) instead of a new album, and it was the best decision. A good way to end the year.

#yeah I'm still on the train but let's be real #journey's over this is just a train ride in the dark #travel #trieste #rijeka #italy #croatia #hrvatska #winter break 2022 #mag travels from time to time #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world

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sadowlswriting · 4 months

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I'll be getting my hair done in a few months hopefully. It'll be the shortest I've gone yet, part of me is terrified for a few reasons.

1. Being that I've never been to a hair salon/hair dressers before, I've always had a family member do simple cuts or trims, so going to a place and putting trust in other people is quite new.

And 2. Because this is the shortest I've gone yet, I'm nervous that it won't suit me or my hair won't take to it right. I have to remind myself that hair grows and I'll only have to deal with for about a year before it grows any actual proper length to it.

I'm kind of happy I'm getting rid of most of my hair, it's in the way and how it is now and how I normally have it, just doesn't feel like me anymore. People grow and they change in many different ways, I just hope I'm changing in the right direction this time, and maybe I'll find more than just a simple haircut; maybe I'll find my body as a home for once.

-Owl.

#not really poetry #but im going to tag anyway because i can #poetry #writing #changing myself #growing up #people change #questioning gender #and questioning absolutely everything about myself

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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1. If you had to choose, whiskey or tequila? Why?: I can think of very few things worse than the taste of whiskey, so I'll have to go with tequila even though I hardly take shots of those anymore.

2. While doing school work, do you take your time or do you try to get it done as quickly as possible?: I'm not in school anymore, but for work it depends on how much bandwidth I've got left. Sometimes I'll really strong bursts of energy while also being able to accomplish stuff quickly; but there are also days where I can't bring myself to give a fuck and I'm a little kinder.

3. When did you last wear a scrunchie?: It may have been last year. I got a scrunchie from my salon during one of the times I had my hair dyed – I was able to use it a few times but I lost it after like a couple of months.

4. If you were a writer, what would you write about most?: Essays and articles about stuff I'm into.

5. Do you sometimes yell to get your point across?: Not really. I just try to rephrase what I say or explain the most detailed way I can in hopes that my point will be understood the second time around.

6. If you’re a girl, what symptoms do you get when you PMS?: My emotional stability dipping is the biggest symptom, like I immediately know my period is coming when I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders for no reason. My stomach and upper legs freeze up and hurt too but that's for when the actual period starts.

7. Is there anyone at your school with a cool accent? What kind of accent is it?: I wouldn't use the word 'cool' for it tbh but my ex's accent actually particularly stood out – not just for me, but I'm guessing around the school as a whole because she had been raised to have an extremely strong American accent. I actually credit our friendship for how I talk today because before meeting her I only ever talked in Filipino.

8. What is stressing you out most right now?: Don't count on the answer changing, because it's still work. My life is perfect otherwise.

9. Are you more smart and thoughtful or understanding and kind?: I want to say smart and thoughtful as I can be stubborn and am sometimes not able to be good at being understanding.

10. Who last asked you for a favor? What was it?: ContinuEd from yesterday afternoon. My Grab driver last night asked if I could pay the toll fees in cash, which fortunately I had some left.

11. If you had to decide, what do you think people envy about you?: The fact that my money goes to savings and luxuries, and that I'm not required to pay bills (but despite that fact, I still do).

12. If you want to get your crush’s attention, what do you do?: I don't have a crush but I imagine I'd try to learn more about their interests so that we'd have something to talk about. Like if they're into cars, I'd look up future expos and invite them to go with me.

13. How long have you been single or in a relationship for?: I have been single for a little over three years.

14. Are you closer to your friends or family?: Friends.

15. Do you know what you’re going to wear tomorrow?: Not yet, actually. I'll think about it tomorrow.

16. Do you use white strips or anything else to whiten your teeth? No. I just brush my teeth twice a day and get my them professionally cleaned once a month and pray that they help, hahaha.

17. Are there any special events coming up? What are they?: My friends and I might finally meet up again on Monday for our usual every-few-months Bangtan shenanigans. Next week it'll be watching the YTC concert on Prime and I hope we're also mutually set on dropping by BTS x James Jean hahaha.

18. When it comes to strangers, how trusting are you?: [TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, death] Well 3 days ago I made the wrong decision of watching dashcam footage of two people getting shot point black in the head, multiple times because apparently one shot isn't enough JESUS CHRIST; and yesterday I got catcalled by a man so I'm not gonna lie to you I'm finding people kind of shitty these days!

19. If someone insults/makes fun of you, what do you do?: I would retaliate, but it can also always be different every time. When I got catcalled yesterday I thought I would have the inner strength to spit back, but I just reverted to my old self and felt small and froze up. And kept walking until it sank that I just got objectified.

20. What color do you think represents your personality?: Maybe pastel purple or pink.

21. Would you rather drive on a long straight highway or windy backroads?: A long straight highway because we have none of those here unless you're on an expressway.

23. What is the fastest you’ve ever gone in a car?: Just a little over 100 kph. I never go past 110...I feel like that is just asking for death...

24. Have you ever seen someone break their bone in real life?: Only through video footage and very fortunately it's never been something I've had to watch through in real life.

25. If you got to choose an animal to disappear forever, what would it be? Why?: Ants or cockroaches.

26. What are the keys of your heart?: A new job offer :3 LOL

27. Are you sometimes a control freak?: Yes I am a big one. I try to relinquish control whenever I can because I'm very self-aware of my need to calm the fuck down and because there are bigger problems in the world.

28. If you’re online right now, do you have an away message up? What does it say?: We don't do that anymore lol.

29. Do you know what your GPA is?: We don't have that.

30. If you got to pick any winter sport to excel at, what would it be?: I'm not familiar with winter sports.

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arikihalloween · 26 days

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Welcome Home × Soul Eater AU ramble

I had announced it, I shall now share it !

Behold, WH SE AU

Context :

Let's present our six duos !

Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly (butterfly net)

Barnaby b. Beagle and Wally Darling (big apple hammer)

Howdy Pillar and Poppy Partridge (scythe)

Sally Starlet and Lucero Starlley (guitar axe)

Suave Moonwatcher and Eddie Dear (shield, later on a giant pair of scissor)

Nyxie Moonwatcher and Calypso O Octave (musical saw/violin)

And of course we can't forget out dear silliest, Home as Shinigami !!

Full page :

Lucero and Calypso belong to @kokoiep

Ramble :

Okay so this AU is actually over a year old, I had old designs and dynamics I wasn't 100% happy with because this AU was co created

Idk how the other creator is doing, I haven't talked to them in a loooong while, so I decided to rebrand the AU a little

Now, I'll explain my choices and lore

For the clothing, I just had fun with the "school uniform" concept as given in the Soul Eater and Soul Eater Not manga series.

And for the pairing, I included a lot of ocs, ik, but I wanted the pairs to truly match in energy and personality, and also I love my and Koko's oc and it's my AU I do what I want !

Joking side, here are some more funfact on how they ended up there

Julie followed in her siblings footsteps

Barnaby came to partner with Wally, the two are childhood best friends

Sally and Howdy came for fame and opportunities that come with being a meister

Nyxie and Suave where raised in Shibusen for lore reasons 👀

Julie and Wally are dating !

Frank and Eddie are a bit more on and off, because Eddie is an anxious mess and Frank doesn't like competion

Good luck, may the ships all sail at once like it's the Vendée Globe :D

Other funfacts

Everyone has part time jobs !

They all live in the same appartement complex, all neighbors and they visit eachother all the time ! Each pair live together too, platonically.

I think that's about all I can say

I posted it on tiktok already and people ate this up lol, I'm kinda hoping they would too here as well ? We'll see.

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mayrarcjas · 7 months

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Mayra x Isaac

where mayra confesses she loves ike & suggests they keep a non-physical friendship for now.

ike

Isn't this nice? I mean, it's no waterfall, but it's safe. And you've got company. -nudges against mayra as they walk, and then pauses, contemplating- You wanna sit on the pier thingie? Or actually go in?

mayra.

-she smirked at his insinuation, lightly shaking her head- The water is way too cold for that. I'll stick to sitting on the pier and maybe dip my toes in.

ike

Okay. Me too then. -they make their way onto the pier and he toes out of his sneakers and socks, waggling his toes against the boards before easing down to sit and lower his feet into the water- Not too bad! I thought it would be colder. But then I still ain't used to this West Virginia weather. In Brooklyn it'd be a windchill like you wouldn't believe.

mayra.

-she followed closely behind him. when they got to the end, mayra slipped out of her loafers and sat. her feet swung - toes barely treading the top of the water.- Same with Philly. But I loved walking around the city in my coat and scarf. a hot coffee in hand. i lived close to the hair salon i worked at and i learned the names of the people who i would regularly pass by and a few of the homeless who stayed on that street. cities really had their own ecosystem and once you learned it ... -she took in a breath, looking up to the tree tops- you felt like you were invincible in a way.

ike

-is quiet for a minute, looking at his feet pale through the water- Did you like it there? Philly. -glances over and sees her looking up, over the trees, and directs his gaze there too- I loved New York. Even when I was one of those homeless people.

mayra.

-mayra nodded- I did. -moving her gaze to him, her face fell- Forgive me for asking, and if you don't want to talk about it please say so, but, how long were you homeless for?

ike

I'm fine talking about it. When I was working with, y'know, people with substance use disorders, it was a pretty common thing. So I got used to talking about it. -scoots a little closer to her, curving his hands down to hold the wood deck- The longest stretch was four years. On and off, before and after that. It all depended on how much I was using.

mayra.

You know, sometimes I like to pretend that this -mayra waves toward their surroundings- is all we've known. I think I've gotten so used to doing it, that I forget we've all had shitty pasts. I'm sorry you went through that. Through all of it. -she took in a breath, curling a leg underneath her while the other dangled- What was your drug of choice? Or was it just alcohol?

ike

I get what you're saying. In some ways it feels better to just head out there and chop a walker down than pay my phone bills and wait for the landlord to deal with the mouse infestation. -chuckles a little- Uh, I did coke and heroin, mostly, fentanyl and meth when I could get it. I wasn't much of a pillhead though when things got down to the wire, y'know. I took some fuckin' dicey shit.

mayra.

-mayra's eyes widened- Holy shit, I'd say. I never tried any of that stuff, but I watched some of the girls get hooked. Does horrible things to the body. What made you want to get clean?

ike

Yeah, it does some pret-ty horrible things to the body, awright. -shrugs a shoulder- There wasn't any one thing. I got beat up one too many times, I was hungry and cold one to many times, I did bad shit to get a fix one too many times. It was like snakes and ladders most of the time. -reaches one his pinkie fingers over to link with hers- You never did anything hard? Just the pot?

mayra.

-mayra kept her gaze on him, listening intently. she couldn't imagine the life he led. in truth, she didn't want to. finally she shook her head- I popped a pill or two. My stupid attempt at trying to calm myself down for a night at the club. But nothing harder. If there's one thing the tribe taught me, its that poisons like that don't belong in the body. Weed is a plant. It's different

ike

-gives a lopsided smile- Well, we're not gonna agree on that one. Did you have to do that often? Calm yourself down when you were working at the club.

mayra.

-she shook her head- Just those two nights. -mayra hesitated- The club owner and his friends would come by sometimes and think they could get a free-for-all. In the beginning, it would give me anxiety and so I popped a pill. After things almost got ... too far, I put my foot down and threatened them. After that, they left me alone and after some time, they stopped coming by in general.

ike

You threatened 'em? Your boss and his friends? -leans back slightly with a long whistle- Damn, Mayflower. And it worked, too. You scared 'em off for good. Bet the other girls were grateful for that too.

mayra.

It was a collective thing. I think once I put my foot down, then another one did - and another one. Once the owner realized his girls weren't going to stand for it - and realized he'd have no dancers left if things continued, then he stopped. -mayra shrugged- He also owned three other clubs in the city. Probably just resumed his bullshit elsewhere. -she took in a breath and leaned back against her hands- Bet you're going stir crazy having to stay inside, huh?

ike

Well, look at you, Norma Rae! -considers for a moment- You wouldn't know that movie. But it's a compliment. You organized and you got-shit-done. That's bad ass. -smiles and hunches down a little bit in his coat at her question- Ahhhhh, I don't mind. I like being inside. I mean, considering the alternative.

mayra.

I'll trust your word. -mayra snickered- Have you read to the kiddos yet?

ike

I have indeed read to the kiddos. I figured Watership Down might be a lil bit upsetting so we went with The Gammage Cup. It was a helluva success if I do toot my own fuckin' horn. -puts his curled hand to his mouth and honks through it, laughing when a couple of geese at the other end of the pond call back-

mayra.

-hearing the geese respond to ike's call caused mayra to smile- Were those stories you read to Ember when she was little?

ike

Naaaw. She was too little for those. She was four when I left so it was still ... board books and stuff. -rocks against her- You were probably reading astrophysics books by that point.

mayra.

Oh, no. My dad got me into those around ten. -mayra teased- But he was reading his medical journal to me at an early age to put me to sleep. Did just the trick.

ike

Subliminal learning, huh? I heard of that. All that Baby Mozart stuff about how kids become geniuses in the womb if you play them classical music, and whatever.

mayra.

My mom did do that. -mayra confirmed- Though, one day she did tell me she would sneak in some Christina Aguilera and Bon Jovi in there. At the time I had to look up who Bon Jovi was. I was shocked to see how hugely different the music was.

ike

-sings softly- I'm a cowboy ... on a stee-eel horse I ride... -laughs slightly, slouching against her so he can nose against the side of her neck, following it with a kiss beneath her jaw-

mayra.

I'm wanted - dead or alive -mayra sang along, leaning into him and the kiss- I'm assuming you're a fan. Did you ever see him in concert?

ike

No. I didn't get to many concerts. -puts his hand against her stomach, still nosing along the side of her neck-

mayra.

-his breath against her skin began to tickle. mayra placed her hand over his- Didn't get to many? So you went to some? Any bands I'd know?

ike

Local bands. Clubs and shit like that. Mostly friends or people I was fucking. Nobody you'd know unless you were into the New York underground scene. -turns his hand to clasp hers, dragging it slowly up from her stomach to between her breasts-

mayra.

-mayra nodded at his words. when ike moved her hand up, her eyes narrowed to him- What are you doing, sir?

ike

-doesn't move away from her- I didn't think we needed a translation guide.

mayra.

No, we don't. But out here? Anyone can just walk by and see.

ike

Aw, pigeon. I didn't think you were the shy kind. -slides his hand over hers, fingers linked, and moves her hand over her chest, smirking against her skin-

mayra.

I'm not shy, but I'm already treading on thin ice with a few people. I don't want to give anyone more reason to look down on me. -mayra looked down at him, slightly pulling away- Besides, Zack will probably be out soon to do his morning swims. Best not to poke at that incessant pimple.

ike

Look down on you? -he straightens up, puzzled, as she pulls away- You think people ... -he sits back, lifting his chin with a slight tug of his eyebrows- Ah. Okay.

mayra.

I didn't mean it like that, Ike. -she sighs, rolling her eyes more at herself- Maybe we should just go at it. Seems like any time we sit and talk it doesn't work out.

ike

-gives a little snort- It does seem kinda like we keep shooting past each other, doesn't it. Lately. -waves his feet in the water- I dunno. I feel off-balance. If you want me to level with you, I have ever since that night with the ping-pong.

mayra.

That's my fault. -mayra looked toward the pond- And I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I was pissed at Sol and took it out on everyone else. -she turns her attention to Ike- You're nothing like those men. Not even close. I'm sorry.

ike

-giving a sigh-smile, lips and eyebrows pressed together before he reaches over and hugs her- Okay. It's okay. It was a shitty situation, I get that. But, uh. Thanks. I guess I needed to hear that.

mayra.

-mayra folded into the hug and slightly smiled- I really am sorry, though. I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. It was shit that night. And haven't really been the same since either. I feel like it's something else we need to be able to go back.

ike

I kinda thought so too but ... can we? So much has happened, Mayflower. Maybe it's dumb to keep trying to go back. Maybe that's why we keep misfiring. -keeps her snugged close, burying his nose in her hair-

mayra.

-she knew he was right, just didn't want to admit it out loud- If not that then what? Awkwardness and tension between us?

ike

-scoffing- Whaaat? No. No! We just gotta cut ourselves some slack, I guess. So we're not second-guessing all the time. I mean, you ... what're you up to, these days? Let's start with that.

mayra.

Gardening, cooking. I'm also trying to build a small makeshift greenhouse to try and keep some plants alive during the winter. -mayra looks at ike- And trying to stay away from Zack like you asked.

ike

Good girl. -scrunches her tighter for a moment- I'm sure Nicki's already tried to threaten him, so one's enough.

mayra.

I threw a knife at him. At least he now knows I'm not afraid to do that, anyway. -her attention turned to the pond- What about you? What have you been getting yourself into besides getting your ass kicked and her head bashed in?

ike

-thinks about saying something, then just shakes his head- You girls are gonna do whatever you wanna do, so I'm not even gonna touch that. -grunts at her summary of what he's been up to- The usual. -thinks on that for a minute- I mean ... I say that but. It feels like a lot of shit's changing. Inside me.

mayra.

-mayra rested her hand on his thigh, leaning into him- Why do you say that?

ike

Since my daughter got here, and Ginny and Tris died. It's done a lot of rearranging in my head, y'know? What I see myself as, here, in Redwood. Ermano tellin' me that he went to bat to get me on the Council. I never expected all that.

mayra.

He what?! -mayra realized her voice had gone up a few octaves and contained herself- Ermano? The same man that rolls his eyes anytime you open your mouth practically put you on the Council? Jesus Chrysler.

ike

Jesus Chrysler! -he repeats and then snickers, delighted- I know, right? I thought he woulda been happy to see me drummed out of town like a god damn witch. But nope. He wanted me here. And not just here, but helping make decisions. I tellya, honeybunch -- you never can tell with people

mayra.

-mayra couldn't wrap her head around the idea- That's definitely news. How are you even functioning knowing that Boss Man might actually have a hard-on for you? I mean, isn't that how boys learned how to show they liked someone? Picking on them?

ike

-hoots loud enough that the geese flap, annoyed- A HARD-ON for me!!? Ahhhh, fuck. I gotta bring that up to him. -wipes his eyes, still laughing- He'd take it all back if I said that. Hey, hey... -nudgest her, waggling his eyebrows- You ever managed to lay Little Big Boss? I mean, he's hotasfuck, but he seems like he enjoys denying himself.

mayra.

-her shoulders shook as mayra laughed along with him- Oh nah. I tried - and trust me, I tried hard. But he never gave in. I guess I'm not his cuppa tea ... or whatever he drinks.

ike

-makes his voice huskier and throatier in an impression of ermano- No time for drinks in today's world. I absorb moisture directly from the atmosphere to be more efficient.

mayra.

-mayra laughed at ike's impression and mimicked the voice for her own likeness- All work, no play. I can't survive if routine is ruined.

ike

-cackles with glee, continuing the bit- Even work is too much like play. I end the day by sitting in the dark staring at the wall going over all the seconds that I wasted by breathing and blinking.

mayra.

Oh that poor man. -mayra's laughter subsided as her head shook- I heard his ex-wife is in town. Hopefully she can pull whatever stick is up his ass and give him the release he so needs.

ike

-subsides too, swaying against mayra- She's gorgeous, have you seen her? She looks like one of those cameo brooches. All pert and pretty. -pulls his feet up out of the water, crossing his legs- It would be nice if they found their way back to each other. It seems like a lotta their problem is miscommunication. -he snorts- A widespread problem, that one.

mayra.

-she shook her head. placing an elbow on her knee, she lowered her head to her hands to better look at ike- I've gotten a brief glimpse at her but not a good enough look. I'm not surprised, though. -mayra agreed with ike's statement - she took in a breath- You can say that again.

ike

You're not surprised Ermano's ex is a hottie? -he makes a considering noise- Yeah, me neither. Hot people attract hot people. -he rubs his nose against his shoulder, looking at her after her last comment- I like you for more than the sex. There's a lot we don't get about each other, but I think ... I mean, there's places we intersect, right? You and me? Pretty Mayra and your kitty-cat ways.

mayra.

-Mayra would've been lying if she said she knew Ike hadn't come around just for the sex; she had questioned it fairly recently. It was nice to get the confirmation. She lifted her head from her hand- Maybe's it's the age difference. -She joked with a shrug-

ike

Well. Yeah. -he purses his mouth and looks out at the water and the birds gliding on the other side, quiet-

mayra.

-Mayra kept her gaze on him for a beat longer before looking out as well. A soft breath was released.- Do you ever think maybe this just isn't a good idea?

ike

What isn't? -he keeps his tone as gentle as hers- Talk to me, hon. I just wanna hear what you think.

mayra.

You and I. -Now Mayra was looking at him, her expression stoic- When things started between us, it was just a 'get yours, get mine' type of thing. We both know that. But time continued, we spent more time together and I just gravitated toward you. I liked your personality, your charisma, your humor. You've always intrigued me. But time does things and more feelings come. -Mayra moved herself to face him, sitting crossed-legged- You've made comments before about Sol. Did you feel like you couldn't live up to him in my eyes?

ike

I didn't think about it that way so much. Until, y'know. -he says in a scary voice- Ping-pong night. But you explained! You just said. You were upset and you were saying things you didn't mean. It's just, it's ... -he dithers for a minute- It's not so crazy a thought, is it? I mean, between me and Sol. That anybody would look at the two of us and figure out real quick which one is Goofus and which one's Gallant.

mayra.

Since when do you care what people think?

ike

I care what you think.

mayra.

-She gave him a knowing look- You know now what I think about you and how I feel. Are you still comparing?

ike

I'm not ever sure I know what you think about me, Mayflower. You're pretty damn mysterious. -gives a one-shouldered shrug- I'm not comparing anymore. It wasn't hard to believe, is all.

mayra.

-his comment took her off guard- Are you being snarky or are you being serious? 'Cause honestly, I didn't think I was that hard to get.

ike

I'm not being snarky! Not now, not with us trying to figure shit out. Hey, I don't think I'm hard to get, either. But apparently I am.

mayra.

-Mayra narrowed her eyes at him- Christ, well I guess I'm sorry for that. I thought I was a bit more transparent. Something else I gotta work on.

ike

-clicks his tongue- You don't need to apologize for that. You ... there's things you need to protect, about yourself. I get that. I didn't mean it like it was something wrong with you, Mayra.

mayra.

You know, it's a constant mental battle in here. -Mayra raised her hand to tap a finger against her temple- I want to be more open, especially with you. But - -She quieted, trying to carefully piece the words together- I guess I'm afraid of getting hurt by someone I fully trust again.

ike

Yeah. I get that, too. -he reaches over for her hand, clasping it- I'm sorry you've been in such pain. I never thought it would turn out like that. I really just wanted to ... connect. -gives a rueful smile- Maybe neither of us was ready for it.

mayra.

-She turned her hand in his, giving a light squeeze as she shook her head- No, I think I am. I just know you're not. But I believe everything happens for a reason. And when we started I didn't think I was ready to connect with someone on a higher level. You've made me realize, I am; and I long for it.

ike

-puzzled now- On a ... higher level? Like, uh ... astrally?

mayra.

-Mayra playfully rolled her eyes- No, Ike. I mean like, relationship.

ike

-blinks at her, repeating stupidly- Relationship? You want a ... ohhhh. But not with me, right? Because, honey …

mayra.

Because honey what? You're not good enough? You're not 'relationship material'? You don't do it? What reason are you going to give now?

ike

I'm not ... -painfully- I think there's too much we've both been through. For us to be able to deal with it even as friends, much less as anything ... higher.

mayra.

Maybe you're right. -Mayra nodded- But just because we've been through a lot, that doesn't mean we're not deserving of love.

ike

No. It doesn't mean that at all. -tangles their fingers around, just wanting the contact- I don't think we'd work out like that. But there's still plenty we could have, the two of us. And when you find somebody maybe a little less full-time damaged than me to get to a higher level with, I'll wingman you like you won't bee-lieve.

mayra.

-She hadn't expected anything else from Isaac. Peering up at him through her lashes, Mayra figured now would've been as good as any time to say- I love you, Ike. And not as a friend way or the way I feel for Sol, but more. I have for a while. I didn't want to admit it to myself. I know it doesn't change anything, nor do I want anything to change but I thought you should know.

ike

Ahhh, kid. -he gnaws his bottom lip for a moment, meeting her gaze, trying to decide if he should even say this- You love something about me but it's not like that. You might love that I make you feel kinda safe, and that I notice stuff about you and I like stuff about you, but that's different. You're not in love with me, you don't love me. You love how I make you feel.

mayra.

It's funny. I didn't know you were a mind reader or an empath. I guess I didn't pick up your God given abilities. -her words were sarcastic with a small hint of annoyance- I know how I feel Isaac. Whether you want to believe it or not. You can call it whatever you want. I just wanted you to know.

ike

Look, I'm sorry if that's not the response you wanted. But you don't even know anything much about me, Mayra. So I don't get how you could possibly be in love with me. -he's reflecting her tone back at her, frowning a little- Or why you would want me to know.

mayra.

I wasn't expecting much of a response if I'm being honest. And I know enough. I don't really feel like I need to justify how I feel. But if it's too much for you, please know that I won't hold it against you if you'd rather us not continue our physical relationship. -Mayra shrugged, letting her leg fall from the edge of the pier, her toes scraping the surface of the water-

ike

I don't think it's a bad thing for you to love that I make you feel good. I want you to feel good. But I guess this is one of those things we aren't gonna see eye-to-eye on. -turns on the pier so he's facing her, looking at her more directly- I don't wanna stop being able to touch you and kiss you and do all the other stuff with you that we like doing. I'm not the important factor in this, though. Considering what you just told me. So I'd say it's up to you, Mayflower.

mayra.

-the mental war happening within her was probably obvious. yes…..no…..yes…..no…… mayra could list the pros and she could list the cons - like old times whenever she needed to make a decision. she’d been so used to going off gut instinct instead of logic. but sometimes logic really was the best way to go. after placing a gentle hand over his, mayra let out a soft breath- I think for now, it’s what’s best. You’re always welcome to swing by for a haircut, someone to talk to. Anything else but that. -mayra shifted to sit forward, placing a kiss upon his cheek, and rose to her feet- I gotta head back. I promised Renee I’d do some research for her. See you around, Isaac.

ike

-leans slightly into the kiss, but doesn't attempt anything more than that, faintly disoriented- Whatever you want, kiddo. See you 'round.

@isaacapatow

#mayra ;; discord #discord threads ;; isaac

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sparklefics · 3 years

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✨The Date ✨

Roommate!Bucky X F!Reader

Fluffy fluff

WC: 2,465 (whoops!)

Summary: First date with Bucky is special.

A/N: Dropped a lot of F bombs 😅

Also look at me doing moodboards 🥲😭

So excited for this little piece, it took me a long time to write. Also coming soon the follow up piece Valentine's Day Fail should be posted sometime this week, I'm still editing that one.

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After Bucky's birthday you two didn't get to hang out as much. Bucky had to leave in the morning to meet with Sam, but not before waking you up to tell you he'd be gone.

"Sweets, wake up." He gently stroked your shoulders.

You stirred and hugged him tighter, "No. I wanna stay here. With you. Forever." You were still very sleepy and clearly had no filter, your mouth was spilling out words you normally would keep to yourself.

"Me too, but unfortunately I have to go. I'm sorry, Sweets."

That woke you up. You gave him your best attempt at puppy eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Sam texted. He needs my help." He sees doubt across your face so he assures you, "I'll be back in like two days, which is perfect because it'll give me time to plan for our date. How's Friday for you?"

"Friday works for me."

"Great. Thanks for yesterday, Sweets. It was perfect." He kisses your forehead and gets out of bed.

To keep yourself busy, and not worrying about Bucky, you decided to go shopping. You went to a vintage shop hoping to find a cute dress for the date. It was Bucky's first date in the modern world and you wanted to make it special. You didn't think you'd find a dress but you did. It was a beautiful fit and flare navy blue dress, with cute elbow length sleeves and a demure cleavage. It was perfect.

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It's finally Friday!

There's this nervous energy surrounding you from the moment you wake up in the morning. For once, it's not anxiety, just good old nerves, like the ones you used to get on the first day of school. You are elated.

You weren't expecting Bucky to ask you on a date, on his birthday no less, but it was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

The truth is you’ve been crushing on your roommate for a long time. How could you not? He is not only gorgeous but he’s a bit of a dork, and so smart and brave, and very perceptive.

You still remember when you received an email from him enquiring about your needing a roommate ad. You couldn’t believe it then, and now you can’t believe that after almost a year of sharing an apartment you’re going out on a date with Bucky Barnes.

Oh the nerves!!

So you spend all Friday afternoon getting ready for the date. You even go to the salon to get your hair done, as well as your makeup, because everything needs to be perfect.

Bucky asked you to be ready by 6 pm.

At 5:55pm Bucky knocks on your bedroom door. You finish setting the barette on your hair. Good.

You open the door and there in a navy blue suit, stands a clean shaven Bucky with his hair slicked back, holding out a bouquet of flowers. You take a good look at him and realize that you haven't seen him since breakfast this morning. His ever changing blue eyes trail up and down your body.

"Wow.” Bucky audibly gasps, “Y/N, you look gorgeous."

You feel your cheeks overheat, he rarely calls you by your name anymore. He actually stopped calling you by your name after three months of living together. So it’s nice to hear him say it again. “Thank you. You look incredible."

Something about the uncoordinated matching outfits touches your heart, like it’s a sign from the universe. Bucky and you, It’s meant to be.

"Shall we?"

You nod and grab your clutch and go with him.

He has a car waiting in front of the building. A chubby angry looking man named Happy drives you and Bucky to some mystery destination he didn't disclose. For a guy who hasn’t been on a date in decades he sure is pulling all the stops for you.

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Bucky stares a lot, it's a thing he's aware he does, Sam doesn't let him forget it. But tonight he couldn't keep his eyes off of you even if he tried. You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress, a silhouette he recognizes is very old school, maybe even from the 40s. He stares at you like he can't believe any of this is real. Bucky grabs your hand and plays with your fingers as you two catch up on the past few days. You're so engrossed in the conversation that you don't even notice that you've been driving for almost an hour and are no longer in the city.

You're about to ask what it is that you're gonna be doing tonight when the car comes to a stop.

"Here we are, Sergeant Barnes." Happy announces.

Bucky gets out of the car and goes around to get your door.

The Avengers’ compound?

Bucky takes your hand and escorts you to the elevator. Soon you're on a rooftop terrace decorated with twinkling lights, a couple of heat lamps surround the table where you assume you'll be having dinner. You also spot a blanket, some pillows and a telescope. "Wow, when you said you'd plan our date you really meant it." You comment as he takes the bouquet of flowers from your hands and places it in a crystal clear vase.

Bucky pulls out the chair for you like a gentleman. Happy brings out the first course, and for a man named Happy he looks anything but. You eat the soup, a while later Happy arrives with the second course and a bottle of red wine that pairs really nicely with the lamb chops and plum sauce. The food reminds you a lot of the food from the Hunger Games books. Bucky winks at you when he sees that you noticed his attention to detail.

“This has been amazing. I can’t remember when I just had a nice dinner with a gentleman.”

You two have been living together for just under a year now and Bucky realizes that he’s never seen you go out on a date. He’s curious as to why. He hasn’t dated in a long time, but that’s a matter of circumstance. And now he’s been a while in the real world, with the amount of emotional baggage he carries, he figured nobody would want to deal with that. But he wonders about you, it’s not a subject you two ever talked about.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how are you even single?”

You chuckle nervously, “Well my last relationship ended about five years ago. I dated a bit after that but I honestly couldn’t find the right partner. Dates became monotone and transactional, I just wanted to find someone to share things with, and the guys I dated just wanted to have fun. I haven’t been on a date since…wow, a year. Huh.”

“I’m sure your affinity to throw knives at people’s heads had no impact whatsoever on finding the right partner.” Bucky chuckles and so do you. “I moved in almost a year ago.” He quips as he eyes you over the rim of his wine glass. “But I get it, it’s hard to trust people.” He reaches over the table and grabs your hand.

You smile at your entwined fingers. It feels really nice to hear that he trusts you, because you know how hard that must be for him. Bucky pulls your hand closer and kisses your knuckles. “Do you have room for dessert?”

You feel yourself float, a bit intoxicated and it’s not from the wine. It’s the way Bucky’s eyes bore into you, like he sees into your soul. You can’t find your voice so you just nod your head.

Happy brings out a rich looking chocolate cake. You can’t stop yourself, “Dauntless cake!!”

Bucky looks confused but amused.

You shake your head and explain. “It’s a reference to another book series. I’ll have to lend you those books too. They’re very similar to the Hunger Games, dystopian world, teenage female heroine—oddly enough throwing knives are also involved.”

“Of course there would be.”

You and Bucky share the cake then he invites you to dance to some soft jazz. At one point Bucky saw you shiver, despite the heat lamps, it was quite late and the spring night was chilly. So Bucky gave you his suit jacket, revealing the sexy as fuck suspenders he was wearing. You continued swaying softly in his arms, your arms coming around his neck softly caressing the back of his head rumpling his hair.

“I’m really glad you asked me out.” You mumble into his chest.

Bucky lifts his lips from where they’ve been resting on your forehead, and as you lift your gaze up he drops his forehead to yours. Your noses bump softly. “I had to take another shot, a more direct one. I crashed and burned the first time around.”

Your eyes widen and you pull back a bit, “What do you mean the first time?”

Bucky blushes and gazes down to his shoes, nervous to admit this to you. “Remember the chocolates?”

“Valentine’s day?! Ohh. Bucky!"

"Yeah, well you were too excited to even read the message on the chocolates…so.” Bucky chuckles and pulls you back into his arms, his forehead resting once again on yours. “Then you went all out for my birthday, when we were cuddling in bed…I-I knew I had to try again. Besides, if I’d waited any longer it would’ve been Sam asking you out for me, I was not having that.”

"How the fuck did I miss that? Wait, how long have I been clueless about this?”

“Since the day with the throwing knives.”

“Bucky!! That was literally months ago!”

Bucky looks sheepishly. “I haven’t been able to look at you just as a friend— or even a roommate, since the day I came home and you were throwing knives, it gave me emotional whiplash. I had to book an extra half hour to my usual session with Dr. Raynor, just to process that. Don’t even get me started on when I first brought up the subject of dating.”

“You talk about me with your shrink?” You don’t dare let your eyes meet his.

“Well, yeah. You’re one of the most important people in my life. If not the most.” He adds beat later, as he bumps his nose with yours.

You feel yourself fall just a bit more for him. It’s like you’re standing on the ledge and every time you open up more and he opens himself up to you, you get closer and closer to the ledge. At any moment you could fall but you know he’d be right there to catch you.

You smile up at him and squeeze his chin. “So you were saying, how I ‘seduced’ you with my throwing knives skills.”

“Right,” he chuckles and grabs your hands to twirl you around and pull you right back into his chest.

Chests pressed together you continue to dance to some of his favorite 40s music, some other soft jazzy more modern songs. Bucky’s heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, even in your heels you barely reach his shoulder. You keep one hand holding his own in his chest, the other around his back while his other hand lays on the small of your back. You close your eyes with an overwhelming feeling of safety and happiness just from being in his arms.

Bucky adjusts your stance, he presses his cheek next to yours, keeping your chests pressed together. You wind your arms around his shoulders and take the opportunity to caress his cheeks, neck and hair, while his arms circle your waist. “This is how we danced back then.” He whispers in your ear. His deep voice practically melts you.

You nuzzle his cheek and sigh deeply, your breath ghosting over his ear. The only thing keeping you grounded are his arms around you, otherwise you’d float away.

Oh god.

This is so intimate!

Apart from being the strangest first date—because he is your roommate after all— you’ve ever been on, it’s actually the best date you’ve ever been on point blank. Maybe it’s because you’ve become such good friends, and maybe because you live together, but there’s no wall up between you.

You realize you’ve never put up a wall with him. You just let him in, let him see you like you’ve never let anyone see you before. From the moment he showed up into your life you just trusted him blindly.

You are a goner for this man.

This relationship, or whatever this is you’re starting up, has to work because there’s no way you’re letting him go. You hope he doesn’t lose interest in you any time soon— or ever.

You press your lips to his cheek and feel him smile, his cheeks tighten beneath your lips and his hands squeeze your hips.

When did those get there?

He calls your name, “Y/N.” Bucky brings his hands up to gently cup your cheeks.

His eyes are so blue like clear blue skies, they fucking sparkle. You feel your stomach fluttering in response.

This is it!!

You grab a hold of his suspenders and tilt your head up to meet his lips.

When he kisses you your mind goes blank, you’re pretty sure you stopped breathing too. Your skin feels like it’s on fire. Your heart beats so fast you're sure Bucky can hear it.

You could never tell that he hasn't been on a date in so long, with the way he holds you and kisses you, it is absolut perfection.

The way his lips press against yours. The way he nips at your lips, the way he sucks on your bottom lip—and his tongue! It’s so slow and sensual when his tongue slips into your mouth and wraps around yours, you can’t stop the moan from coming out. “James!”

He pecks your lips one more time before pulling away.

Then you come down back to earth and the reality is you’re standing still in the middle of the rooftop terrace at the Avengers compound. You feel so lightweight that if it weren’t for Bucky’s strong arms around you, you’d float away. When you open your eyes you just see Bucky and the stars around you, and for a second it feels like you’re floating in space. No gravity. Just Bucky and you and the stars.

“Aww, that's sweet." Sam’s voice breaks your bubble.

"Wilson, I swear to God!" Bucky warns and swats a hand to knock down Redwing.

You turn around so quickly in Bucky’s arms he barely registers what’s going on. You rip out what he thought was an ornate hair pin but really was a throwing knife and struck down Redwing.

Bucky doesn’t know whether to laugh or kiss you again.

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wings-liker · 2 years

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hey i know you made that post a year ago but uh. as a transfem who tried to grow her hair out and doesn't know how to care for it how do

So to answer your question, it depends on your hair type a lot. The first step is to go to a proper salon, preferably one with gay people who will actually listen if you want something that doesn't fit into the pretty narrowly defined feminine gender expression that a lot of cis women have.

Even if you don't want your hair shorter per se, going to a salon for a cut and styling will do two big things: first, whatever haircut you had before you started growing your hair was cut to look good with short hair. What they'll do at the salon is re-shape your cut to fit the length you have.

Additionally, if you ask for a style with the cut, tell them that you're not used to having long hair and want to figure out what you should do for everyday care/styling. They'll recommend some products which are likely a bit on the pricier side— it's up to you whether you want to trust the salon, try and find them cheaper, or use an alternative.

Another big thing: if you have curly hair, stop shampooing.

The purpose of shampoo is to strip your hair of excess oil, but the purpose of curls is to wick away oil in the first place— they're so good at getting rid of oil, in fact, that shampooing will dry out your hair and ruin your natural curls/make your hair look really frayed out and gross.

You can use a shampoo replacement (DevaCurl makes a good one), or you can stop shampooing entirely, however make sure that you get a good conditioner. I'm pretty loyal to DevaCurl for my hair products since they work really well with my hair type, but what works for you works for you.

After you get out of the shower/bath, use a t-shirt or other soft, smooth cloth to dry your hair— using a rough towel will mess up your curls and make everything frizzy. They make special towels for curly hair; if you find that a t-shirt or soft microfiber cloth isn't absorbent enough, you may find it worthwhile to grab one.

Next, use a wide toothed comb to de-tangle your hair. It's important to limit how much you touch your hair with your fingers because that will add unwanted oil to your hair. For this step, it can be useful to lean over, for reasons I'll explain in the next paragraph.

Most hair dryers come with a diffuser attachment, this is the disc-shaped thing that sticks on the front of the blower. The importance of the diffuser is to lessen the direct impact of the blowing air, because this can cause your hair to straighten. In fact, using a round brush with your hairdryer on high will straighten and volumize your hair in what's called a "blow out". This can look good if you prefer straighter hair or if you just want to change things up. To use a diffuser, lightly twist it so that you pick up a large section of hair, and then let it dry for about 30 to 60 seconds. This is especially important near your roots, as it can help pick your roots up from your scalp and make it so that the weight of your hair doesn't make the top of your head look flat. Once it's dry (or when lightly damp), you can use some curl shaping product if you don't mind a bit of stiffness to it.

The big disclaimer on this post is that I'm not an expert on hair, this is all secondhand knowledge taught to me by my mother and the r/curlyhair subreddit (which is an excellent resource if you do have curly hair).

As an addendum, it's bullshit for a number of reasons, but straighter hair is often considered more feminine by a lot of people— see "narrowly defined gender expression that cis people have". If passing is something very important to you, that's perfectly okay and knowing this can be a good thing to keep in mind. However, my advice to newly out trans women is to treat passing as being secondary to being happy with your appearance and with your body— you are absolutely feminine enough no matter what anyone says to the contrary, and don't place value in the opinions of strangers, because the only opinion that will ultimately make you happy is your own.

#trans #transfemme #hair care #curly hair

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bakubub · 3 years

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favourite time of year

w/c: 1.2k

written for @kal0psi-a 's halloween collab

folding the sticky dough carefully, just as the recipe instructed, i try my best to ignore the itching in my nose in a feeble attempt to stay concentrated, but give up when it starts to irritate my eyes.

"eughh, because of you there's flour in my nose," i complain to my boyfriend, who has his chin hooked over my shoulder and very heavily leaning over me.

"hey, don't complain! have you seen my hair?" he asks, stretching his neck to show me. sure enough, his hair is more white than it is black. i rake my hand through it before he can say anything, my dough covered hands clumping his hair together as an avalanche of flour sprinkles all over my chest.

he screeches, jumping back from me and i quickly use this chance to start running, because based on previous incidents, there's a 90% chance he will chase me relentlessly.

his cough from across the kitchen halts my escape plan, "are you happy now? i have flour in my nose too," he complains.

i watch in amusement as a cloud of flour puffs around him in the shape of a mushroom as he sneezes heavily, looking quite literally like a cartoon character and quickly near him to snap a picture. this will do nicely for the autumn section in this year's album.

since we started dating, tetsuro and i have been taking photos of one another, which we organise into albums by year, separated by season. it started when he gave me an album on our first anniversary, now, 6 years later and married, putting together an album of the past year has become tradition. each season we do an activity that correlates with the vibe, and today, we're making pumpkin pie with halloween shape indents because really, what else comes to mind when you think of fall?

i laugh loudly at the photo i took, his face caught mid sneeze, and it seems to flick the switch deep within tetsuro that i thought i had flicked earlier, and his feline gaze snaps to mine, before lurching forward in an attempt to catch me. i move just in the nick of time and run to the other side of the bench. he chases me until we're playing cat and mouse around the bench like children, slowly stalking one another as the other makes it as though they're backtracking but running forward instead.

"give up, wicked witch!" he exclaims, putting his right hand on his heart and holding the other outwards as he closes his eyes, apparently overwhelmed with emotion, "it is i, prince tetsu-" in the midst of his theatrics, i move in for the kill. his need for dramatics is most definitely his achille's heel, i think as i stab him in the hip with my fingers, and he yelps, opening his eyes only to find the mouse catching the cat.

"and the wicked witch of fall wins!" i yell, jumping up and down, getting flour all over the hardwood floors.

"fine, this round goes to you. your reward? a magical kiss from your prince charming," he says, leaning in and halting my celebration.

"the prince kisses the witch? haven't heard this fairy-tale before," i mutter before he silences me by placing a soft but unhurried kiss on my lips. my hands automatically make their way around his neck, and i lean back slightly as his hands firmly hold my waist, providing protection and support even in a moment as miniscule as this. in the glow of the autumn sunset, painting our kitchen with a golden hue, with the man i love in front of me, everything is perfect. we break off, his forehead leaning on mine, neither of us moving away.

"this is our fairy-tale, with its own happy ending."

looking up, I'm met with his golden brown stare, the small specks of gold especially visible in this lighting, practically glowing. his white turtle neck hugging his form nicely, and his raven hair sprinkled with flour, i can't help but wonder if this is what we're going to be like in the future, when we've lived our lives, and grown old together; the only indication of our age being the salt and pepper hair, and the slightly more prominent lines around our eyes from spending a lifetime of smiling.

because that's how it would be, i think, to have tetsuro next to me for eternity, to smile and to laugh every day.

he has to kneel down considerably to reach my lips with his own, to rest his forehead on mine, but the look on his face and the emotion in his familiar, beautiful eyes reflect nothing but comfort and content, genuine even as he says stupid and cliché things. in a way, he’s promising me nothing but a life full of the music of our happiness.

"i love you, witch," he whispers, as if afraid to ruin the moment by speaking.

i kiss him again, before pulling out my secret weapon and dumping more flour over his head. "love you too, prince!" i screech as i run away. i hear his chuckles as he chases after me, muttering empty promises of revenge just as he did before, and every other time, and hopefully, if my luck holds out, every time after.

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"okay, nod gonna lie, dis ith really goo-dh" i say, speaking with a mouth full of the pumpkin pie we finally got around to baking.

i watch him snap a photo of me, smiling through my full mouth, knowing full well i have pie all over my mouth and teeth.

“you’ve never looked better, babe,” he says, chuckling, before trying it himself, moaning through his full mouth, "oh mhy gohd." i roll my eyes as he continues, "baby, thth is fudding amathing," he says, taking another, and then another bite.

“slow it down, moron. you’re going to choke and the wicked witch is going to have to ruin her comfy position to give you the heimlich,” i say, my legs crossed on the carpeted floor with my feet nice and warm in my thick panda bear socks.

“how abouth we sthip straighd to the kith of life?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows with a mouth full of pie.

"how about you shuffle the cards, prince? i'll pick a movie," i suggest, or rather order, raising my brows. he salutes sarcastically as he sets down his plate and goes to get our worn out deck of uno cards.

"i thought you were a witch, not a princess," he mutters once he swallows his pie.

"actually, i married the prince so that legally makes me a princess. c'mon tetsuro," i say, pressing play on a random comedy to play in the background.

with the fireplace going under the television, and our pumpkin spice and cinnamon candles lit, the room is cozy, warm and calm.

that is until tetsuro yells his profanities about me placing a 2+ on his 4+.

"THAT'S NOT ALLOWED! YOU CAN ONLY PLACE A 4+ ON TOP OF A 4+"

"since WHEN?! THIS WASN'T THE RULE LAST WEEK!" i scream back, refusing to back down. i am not picking up four cards. "i would never cheat. unlike YOU," i accuse, shoving another fork full of the pie into my mouth in defiance.

he dramatically gasps shoving a fork full of pie into his own mouth, and glares at me. i glare right back, both of us wordlessly agreeing that whoever loses the staring competition loses the uno argument. ignoring the burning in my eyes, i keep my expression neutral as i watch the tears building up in tetsuro's lashline, his right eye twitching and turning slightly red.

"YES!" i scream as he blinks, wiping his eyes and sighing dramatically before beginning to pick up six cards, unable to come up with an excuse.

i laugh mercilessly and we continue the game, which i ended up winning after he picked up another 12 cards, flashing me the 'please have mercy on me' eyes every time he reached for the deck.

"you really are a wicked little witch aren't you?" he mutters as he gets up. i snort in response, eating the last of my pie.

"i wanna another slice," he announces. "you want?" nodding eagerly, i give him my plate.

"i want a slice with a bat," i call out, referring to the misshapen shapes we cut out on the top layer of the pie.

when he came back, he halted at the door as he silently watches me set up face masks and mani-pedi equipment on the coffee table, the entire pie tray with two forks, instead of two slices, in his hands. i raised my eyebrows, and he mirrors my expression towards my makeshift salon on the floor of our living room.

we both shrug and he comes and sits next to me, picking up a face mask packet and reading the description.

"ooh! aloe vera!"

that's how we ended up watching shitty comedies all night with white face masks on and stomachs stuffed with pie.

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laying in bed my head resting on tetsuro's shoulder and my hand rhythmically stroking his hair, i bask in the feeling of comfort and my mind being stress free. shielded from the cold night with a million blankets and the massive man sleeping next to me, with my especially cold, numb feet tucked under his thigh, i match my breathing with his easily as i follow after him into a deep slumber.

because that's what the season of autumn is about, really. taking it easy after the adventurous months that were spring and summer, to rewind and become a home-bug again as the weather cools down. and these moments with tetsuro?

these moments are what makes this my favourite time of year.

ahhh this was so, so fun!! special thanks to @/kal0psi-a for organising this entire collab <3

#2021 fall collab #collab event #collab #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x gn!reader #kuroo comfort #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro #fall 2021

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nakachuchu · 3 years

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Red Wine | Historia Reiss

SYNOPSIS: Modern AU - She's your assistant.

READER: female

WORDS: 1590

WRITTEN: 03/21/2021

You were a successful CEO of one of the biggest publishing companies.

Your assistant, Historia, knew everything about you. She had to in order to continue being your assistant.

"There's no way you know everything about her," Ymir, a friend who worked at the company, told Historia.

Historia shook her head as she hurriedly scribbled down words onto a notepad. "I have to."

She got up, grabbing a pen, binder, notepad, and a cup of coffee, and walked down the short corridor to reach your office.

"What's her favorite food?" Ymir called out.

"Macaroni and cheese with bread crumbs!" Historia shouted before entering your office.

You smiled. "Hey, Historia."

"Hello, Miss L/N. I have your coffee," she said as she set it down on your desk. "Your salon appointment is at 3:00 pm, but you have an emergency meeting at 2:00 pm."

You groaned. "Is there any way you could move my appointment to 4:00? Knowing the members of the board, they could take up more than the one-hour slot."

Historia nodded as she scribbled it onto her notepad. "Done. Your sister called. She wanted to know if you were still coming to her son's 9th birthday party."

You sucked on the inside of your cheek and nodded. "Well, what am I doing on that day?"

"Sorry. The party starts at noon, but you have a deadline due at 2 pm for the factory's article. You also have a dinner meeting with Mr. Smith at 6:30 pm at the New World restaurant. You'd have to leave early to beat traffic and make it on time."

You sighed. "I can just work late the night before the party."

"Well, actually, you had me make you an appointment with the masseuse the night before so you could sleep easily after your appointment with them."

You grunted. "It's okay, I'll figure it out. Just tell my sister I can go."

Historia nodded before briskly walking out of the office.

"Oh—Historia, wait."

"Yes, sorry!" she exclaimed as she walked back in.

"Could you bring me a glass of wine?"

"Yes, right away," she said.

"And stop apologizing for nothing," you said.

"Yes, so—Uh—Yes."

Historia's face was on fire as she walked back to her small cubicle. Ymir was still there, waiting for her.

"Her favorite drink?" she asked.

Historia smiled. "Red wine."

After everyone had gone back home, Historia and you were the only people left at the company. Historia never left to go back home until you did.

"Historia!" you called.

She scurried into your office. "Yes?"

"You know what I hate?" she asked.

Historia smiled, despite knowing how rash you could be when you were drunk. "What, Miss?"

"I hate people who don't know how to follow orders. Don't you just hate that? You give someone a simple task, and they don't even know how to follow it. I'm glad I have you, Historia. You always know what I want. Now, can you—"

"Bring you more red wine? Yes."

"You know me so well. Just bring the whole bottle. I have an article to finish and a stack of papers to sign and review. It's going to be a long night, Historia. I hope you brought a blanket."

Historia smiled and nodded. "Always be prepared, Miss. That's what you taught me."

"Good girl," you praised.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned away after bowing to you. She walked to your cabinet to grab a bottle of red wine for you.

You weren't a bad person. A woman like you was always busy. You never had time for yourself. You were always at the office, working.

But Historia was glad you trusted her enough to get drunk in front of her. The walls you usually kept up during work hours came down in front of Historia once you were tipsy enough, and she appreciated that.

When she came back into your office, you were working diligently despite being intoxicated.

Historia sat on your couch with the bottle of red wine, ready to pour it for you once you were tired of working.

Three hours later, the bottle was half empty and you were passed out on your desk after finishing your work.

Historia grabbed a pillow and blanket. She lifted your head and put the pillow under your cheek, then she let go and your face plopped onto the pillow. She unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around your body. Next, she closed all the blinds to make sure the sun wouldn't be too harsh on your face.

Historia left your office and went back to her cubicle, getting ready for sleep. She didn't mind not going home to sleep. She was extremely loyal to you, and part of it was due to the fact that you hired her.

Historia had a hard time getting hired or staying long at any publishing company. She always started from the bottom but never got too far because of people who looked down on her or bosses who got too close to comfort.

But you have her a chance. You were the only female CEO in the publishing industry and you taught Historia how to work and stand up for herself.

She appreciated that and looked up to you. Along the way, she developed a crush on you.

Historia set an alarm. She woke up two hours before work would start for anyone. She stretched and smacked her cheeks to wake herself up.

She walked into your office to open the blinds to let the sunlight in before gently shaking you awake. You swatted her hand away as usual.

"Miss L/N? The employees will start checking in in less than two hours. We need to get you awake and functional for today," Historia informed.

You sighed and lifted your head, eyes squinting at the light. You knew Historia meant well, but that didn't stop the quiet string of curses.

"Here's some Advil and water," Historia said, handing you two pills and the glass of water.

You took the glass of water and pills, quickly swallowing both pills in one go. You sniffled and rubbed your nose as you messily tied your hair back. Strands were sticking up everywhere.

Historia rushed to the other side of the desk and opened a drawer, grabbing a can of hairspray. She walked back to you and covered your eyes with one hand while spraying your hair.

Then, she patted down your hair to make it seem as neat as possible. She walked back to the drawer to put the hairspray back, then took out a stick of gum.

"Here you go, Miss," she said as she handed it to you.

"I'd be dead without you," you informed.

Historia smiled. "I know. Now, we have a meeting to prepare for."

After a long day of meetings with the council and Mr. Smith, you came back to the office and got drunk again.

You didn't have anyone waiting for you at home, and you spent more time at the office than your own house to the point where the office was your home.

Historia was tidying up the office when you came back from your meeting, demanding red wine.

A whole bottle later, and you were out of it.

"Miss L/N, you're drunk," Historia said as you crawled onto her lap.

You pouted. "Historia, don't you like me?"

Of course, she liked you. After spending two years with you, she grew attached to you. You were the constant variable in her life.

You were snaking your hands up to her hair, tugging lightly as you kissed her jawline. Historia's face was on fire as she tried to lean away from you.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"It's just—You're drunk and I'd rather do something when you're sober."

You pouted. "You're lying."

"Miss, I'm not. I really like you!"

"Fine. But you know I don't like talking when I'm sober."

You tried to keep your eyes on anything and anyone but Historia. You were so embarrassed about how you acted last night.

Neither of you really wanted to bring it up because of how awkward the topic was, but Historia wanted to know if what you liked her too

"Do you like me, Miss L/N?" Historia asked quietly.

You looked up and glanced between the open door and her. Historia understood and she closed the doors softly.

"I do like you, Historia," you answered.

You tried to busy yourself with the items around your desk. You reorganized your desk and flipped through papers before sighing. "But I'm not sure if it's a good idea if we have a relationship with each other. It'll end badly and it'll be awkward for us to work with each other."

Historia pouted. "You underestimate me, Miss L/N. I've been working with you for over a year now. In the end, I get to see you every day of my life. What's more to ask?"

You weren't expecting that. "I'm not good at dating. It's weird to me. I wouldn't even know where to start."

Historia puffed out her cheeks and you thought she looked like a cute hamster. "We can take it step by step!"

"You're really too kind for your own good," you said.

"Sorry, I get that a lot."

"Stop apologizing," you demanded. "Are you free tonight?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Let's go out for dinner," you suggested.

Historia nodded energetically. "What should I wear? Is there a dress code?"

"We'll keep it simple," you reassured with a soft smile.

#attack on Titan x reader #historia x reader #sfw #historia reiss x reader

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A Place Good Enough

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Ship: Kaz Brekker X Inej Ghafa

Summary:

Kaz pays Inej's indenture at the Menagerie and she joins the dregs.

A short fic that adds a little more of what happens that night after Kaz takes her with him.

Note:

I'm a new fan and read the SoC Duology this Feb.

This is my first time writing these characters so please excuse anything weird, I tried my best.

Inej may seem a bit scared in this because she isn't the Inej we know in SoC. This will be the first fic of many where I'll try to show our Crows before the events of SoC. A look at their daily lives in the Dregs. And the slow development of feelings between Kanej.

Hope you enjoy this short piece ♥

Kaz

“Let’s start by getting out of here and finding you some proper clothes. Oh, and Inej,” he says, “don't ever sneak up on me again.”

And yet as he ushers the Suli girl out of the salon, the bustling streets remind him how foolish it will be to roam around the barrel at night. Ofcourse a mere glance at his cane and gloved hands is enough to ward people off. No one in Ketterdam dares crossing the young man that goes by the title of Dirtyhands. Even so, it won’t be good for his carefully crafted reputation to be seen limping around at indecent hours with an exotic girl in tow. Dirtyhands doesn’t waste time on frivolous things. He has vengeance to condemn and for that he requires proper focus and meticulous steps. Brick by brick. He reminds himself.

With a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure no one is looking, he removes the deep grey coat he’s adorning and hands it to the girl. He doesn’t miss the way she flinches at the action, probably just as scared of him as the rest of this city.

“Cover yourself.” He commands and continues walking. Thankfully, the girl doesn’t waste time being confused or shocked and quietly does as told. He also notes how she maintains a distance whilst following him but makes sure to stick close enough, her feet soundless despite the bells tied around her dainty ankles.

Inej

Kaz Brekker finally slows his walk as they approach a shabby building in the remote parts of the Barrel. Its lit and noisy but Inej can tell its definitely not a clothing store. And it is only moments later that cold realization dawns on her. There was no release from enslavement to begin with, just a deal struck between a bawd from the west stave and the lieutenant of a notorious gang in the east stave. It was a sham all along. Why wouldn’t it be? Why would one of the most sinister criminals in Kerch buy her out of slavery only to be shifted to an indenture? She should’ve been skeptical. Instead, she had been hopeful because the boy named Dirtyhands is after all, a young one like herself. She thought he may have empathized with her. He had even offered his coat to her. But oh what an utter fool she had been! Everything in Ketterdam comes with a price. Even something as natural as freedom.

Should she sprint away? She can take-off right now. He hasn’t looked back even once to check if she’s there. And he’s a cripple! She can easily outrun him. Yet all these plans formulating in her head are laced around a grim sense of fear. Kaz Brekker doesn’t need a reason. Or so she has heard. He has already earned an ill reputation for being whimsical. She mustn’t start giving him reasons to chase and drag her back down these dark alleys. So she quietly trails behind him as the door opens with a creak.

Men of varying ages who had been busy chatting and drinking, stare at them. His entry seems to raise everyone’s attention as they watch him walk by and approach the staircase. Although that’s all she sees as she continues after the uncaring boy, she does hear numerous brazen remarks.

“Am I too drunk or has Brekker actually brought in a girl?”

“Ghezen! We all must be sloshed.”

“I almost believed something was going on between him and that Zemeni boy.”

“So…Suli huh?”

Some snickers follow this particular remark but the boy doesn’t seem to mind. Does this mean their assumptions aren’t wrong? A wave of panic courses through her but Inej tries to calm herself with deep breaths, tries to focus her mind on the stairs instead. She has faced all sorts of repulsive men in the sheets. Dirtyhands can’t be much different. And even if the rumors aren’t false and he’s part-demon beneath the façade of his sharp suits, she can still push herself to handle anything. If serving as his mistress will warrant her safety from the likes of Tante Heleen, she can do this.

A soft clicking sound pulls her out of her trail of anxious thoughts. She notices they’ve walked past several floors and are currently going up into an attic. The inside isn’t much special but appropriately furnished— an old door placed atop several crates acting as a desk, a big window overseeing the surroundings and a door separating what she assumes must be a storage of sorts or a bedroom.

When Brekker finally turns around, his expression as unreadable as ever, Inej shivers. She takes one last gulp of air in hopes of easing herself. She can do this. She just needs to leave her body like she always does. Let the little lynx take care of such matters.

She begins by discarding his coat. Her eyes are lowered to the floor but she can sense his unwavering gaze. Maybe he’s one of those who take pleasure in watching a woman undo herself for him. Or maybe its something else entirely. His stoic demeanor doesn’t provide much to guess. Her shaky hands reach for the hooks in the back of her purple blouse. I can endure this! She mentally assures herself.

“What exactly are you doing?” comes his low voice, like a rasp of stone on stone.

Her hands fumble and come to a halt. She raises her eyelids to find a barely visible, amused smirk marring his pale countenance. “I..thought..I just–”

“Inej, was it?” he interrupts, leaning his weight on his frightening cane shaped like the head of a crow. Did she do something wrong? Will he use it on her? Her shoulders hunch slightly in preparation of whatever is to come. She hears an audible sigh instead. “I don’t remember us agreeing to such terms back at the Menagerie.”

Now she does look up, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh..”

He passes a hand through his hair. “But since you seem eager to–”

“I’m not!” she yells, her cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. Frankly she doesn’t know how to react. It’s her first time speaking to a man who isn’t demanding any sexual favors from her but isn’t being very nice either.

He hobbles over to the makeshift desk and settles on a chair behind it. “Let me guess,” he starts, resting his bad leg on the tabletop and the cane in his lap. “You didn’t trust me.”

“I did!” she protests like a child falsely accused of stealing candies. However, the embarrassment of her response follows immediately and she tilts her head down again. “Not truly but–”

“Wrong answer.” His tone is even more gritty now. “Its good that you expected the worst. Never trust anyone in the barrel.”

Inej looks at him again. It’s far too late for that lesson now. She’s learnt it the harshest of ways.

“I may be many things but I keep my word, Inej.” He adds solemnly, then fishes out a lone key from his pants' pocket. “Here” he gestures for her to come forward and receive it.

She scurries to the desk and takes it, her fingers lightly grazing along his gloved ones. Is he sending her on an errand already? Is procuring something important going to be her first task for the Dregs?

“Head downstairs and unlock the room directly below this attic with the key.” He tells simply and starts working on the tall stacks of papers lying on the desk.

She waits for further details but when he says nothing more she inquires herself, “For what?”

He glances at her, a brow quirked as if mocking her obliviousness. “Its your room from now on. Go get some sleep.”

“What about my..services?” she asks.

“We’ll discuss all that tomorrow morning.” He answers and waves her off, willing her to leave already.

Downstairs, upon unlocking an old cream-colored door and switching on the light, Inej is greeted by a tiny room. There’s a window overlooking the barrel, a cot arranged directly below it and an empty trunk lying open. Fortunately, everything is clean and dry and without any trace of smells.

As she steps inside, memories of her old life flash before her bleary eyes. This place is not even close to the large tents she used to perform in with her parents yet for some reason, she feels warm. Its not home but it’s good enough.

Shutting the door, she turns off the light and drops unceremoniously onto the cot. Moonlight illuminates the room- her room- in a dim glow. And slowly it happens. Her tense body relaxes into the mattress and her unshed emotions are set free in the form of tears slipping down her cheeks. Loud sobs rack her small frame as her hands hug the grey coat close to her chest. Amidst her shock and disbelief at actually being saved from sexual exploitation, she must have forgotten to return it. Kaz Brekker’s statement was like a dream she’s had every night since being stolen and shackled. A dream of being saved from the hell that is prostitution. I keep my word, Inej. She giggles at the sound of her real name being called by this stranger, tears staining her lips. She hasn’t heard it in so long that she almost forgot who she was. In letting her body go so as to persevere everyday at the Menagerie, she hadn’t noticed that the lively girl called Inej Ghafa was also withering away. She clutches the coat tighter as if fiercely trying to hold onto her remaining self. And for the first time since an year, she sleeps without the fear of being hurt.

Hope it was enjoyable!

I'm thinking of writing a short sequel drabble where Inej just goes to return Kaz's coat in front of everyone at the Dregs xD

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