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rhoorl · 6 months

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Week in Review | Nov. 12

Hi there! How’s your November going? I can’t believe we’re already almost halfway through. The time change has been kicking my ass this week, although it has meant that Baby Rhoorl now goes to sleep at a more reasonable time…for now.

Ok, here’s the recap…

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

It’s the Sniffles by @undercoverpena - I was in a mood for some sweet Frankie and Jo delivered with this sweet fic of Frankie taking care of a reader who came down with a cold.

Give Up the Bagel by @nerdieforpedro - Again, I wanted some sweet Frankie and found this on my TBR list and it hit the spot!

Marcus Pike

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - EL! Congratulations on ending your series! I have loved following along with Marcus and Ella and I was just swooning over their travels these last two chapters!

Dieter Bravo

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings, my sister in Dieter. I am so excited about this fic she has cooking up, Closed Position.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

Two Fingers of Whiskey by @morallyinept - This fictional cowboy just does things to me. I can’t help it. Also, what Jett is able to convey in 496 words is a triumph (especially coming from a long-winded bitch like myself 😉)

Two Left Feed by @linzels-blog - I had never thought about Jack line dancing and now I have and I can’t get it out of my head.

Tim Rockford

Steep is the Mountain by @sin-djarin I’m in a Tim Rockford spiral as of late, and a fic like this one only helps fuel the feralness. So thank you, Becca.

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I’m almost all caught up, now I’m just one chapter behind!

Posts from the week:

Self Care with Dieter & Jett is always a highlight each week!

@goodwithcheese is a tremendous artist and made me absolutely laugh out loud with this depiction of @legendary-pink-dot’s Hinterland (which is a great read by the way!).

Putting a little plug here for these fun pencils by @fuckyeahpaperco! I already ordered the Javi and Joel set and I NEED the Frankie set!!

Feral corner:

This gif continues to fuel thots. As does any mention of Sequins!Joel (thank you @trulybetty). Frankie Friday got off to a hot start thanks to @intheorangebedroom. And then there’s this set of photos. I love picking up little things that Pedro does across characters, like this. Here’s your reminder (as if you could forget) that this photoshoot exists. Seriously, thank you Esquire, and everyone who made it a reality.

There’s been a lot of Benny Miller on my feed this week (thank you to those who tag me to make sure I don’t miss a post 😘). But this little moment from Triple Frontier gets me every single time. And I have to throw one in with the baseball cap.

Things I watched:

I went to the movies to go see The Marsh King’s Daughter. Would I normally have seen this movie? Probably not. So why, Jess did you go? Welp, because Garrett Hedlund was in it. I did a little movie review of it in case you missed it.

Personal Stuff

Because @maggiemayhemnj asked so nicely, I'll share a couple of months from the 2024 Pedro calendar I've been working on (this will replace the calendar my coworker got for my cube).

Week three of my health journey. I’m really trying to not stress about the scale this time, but I did reach a little milestone this week which is encouraging.

Mr Rhoorl and I are going to the Ice Nine Kills/In This Moment concert soon and I'm so excited. We saw Ice Nine Kills earlier this year when we went to Metallica, but it was a huge stadium. I'm looking forward to seeing them a bit closer. And In This Moment always puts on a good show. We've been debating how many times we've seen them, I think this will be the third.

Anyways, I'll be trying to listen to set lists all week to prepare. It looks like my favorite song isn't on the list but I'll keep listening to it anyway:

Fic updates:

Delta Landscaping Chapter 9 came out this past week and I’ve been plugging away at Chapter 10 - for the Frankie fans, I hope you’ll like it because he gets a bit of a spotlight. I’m also adding in two more PPCU characters too (just mentioning them by name at this point).

Thank you as always for reading and interacting!

Masterlists

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal characters fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Spotify

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take-the-hidden-paths · 2 months

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Hidden Paths 2024 - Prompts (Set 1)

Hello Tolkien fans!

It's the 14th somewhere and I have a very busy schedule tomorrow, so here, have your first set of prompts a little bit early...

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Thematic Prompt: Hauntings

Character Based Prompt: Threshold Guardians

Setting Based Prompt: The Perilous Realm

Text Prompt:

“Sometimes I think all this

Is a waste of time and effort:

For all words disguise what

We truly wish to say.

How then can we use

Our foolish fond words,

Beloved and enchanted words,

Wild words which run away with us?

Hold up the mirror to our thoughts,

Breathe on it, wipe it clean:

Let us begin again.”

From 'Cornish Words' by Donald R. Rawe, trans. Tim Saunders. Collected in Poems From the Edge of Extinction, ed. Chris McCabe.

The original Cornish is below:

“Nepprys y brederaf oll hemma

Yu sculva termyn ha gwyth:

Rak geryow oll a guth pandra

Ny a vyn leverel yn wyr.

Fatel ytho yllyn-ny gul defnyth

A'gan geryow fol ha whek,

Geryow kerys ha nygromansek,

Geryow gothyk, nep a bon a ves genen-ny?

Syns avan an gweder dh'agan tybyans

'Wheth warnodho, segh-ef glan;

Gesyn dhyn-ny dalleth arta.”

Visual Prompt:

[Image ID: The Van Gogh painting, 'Olive Trees In A Mountainous Landscape.' There are gnarled green and brown olive trees in the foreground; behind is a mountain range and sky in navy blue, with a cream and yellow cloud above. /.End ID]

Audio Prompt: Crosby, Stills and Nash - Guinnevere

Wildcard Prompt: Museums are perfect for inspiration! I've linked to the National Museums Scotland online collections, but feel free to use another museum (online or local to you) to search for an object or story that speaks to your muses.

#tolkien #hidden paths #fandom event #tolkien fandom event #prompts

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theimpossiblescheme · 1 year

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soldiers, poets, and queens - playlists for ulysses, rosaline, prufrock, and caprizant for @bombawife‘s OC week (album art by @thedragonchilde)

ulysses: 01. setting up the courtroom - joby talbot | 02. bone + tissue - gallant | 03. still - colton ryan and molly gordon | 04. god bless the child - billie holiday | 05. how i am - jason howland | 06. thunder in a blue sky - namo feat. aedan peterson | 07. the nutcracker, op. 71, act I, scene 1: no. 4, arrival of drosselmeyer - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky | 08. paper forest (birds) - emmy the great | 09. birdhouse in your soul - they might be giants | 10. hello my old heart - the oh hellos | 11. howl - black rebel motorcycle club | 12. when your feet don’t touch the ground - ellie goulding | 13. fragile - poets of the fall | 14. reflets dans l'eau - claude debussy | 15. relay - fiona apple | 16. god only knows - clay hine, drew mcmillan, tim brooks, and tim reynolds | 17. a long way past the past - fleet foxes | 18. lean - oh land feat. vitamin string quartet | 19. any other world - mika [listen]

#Finally playlists for the whole family <3 #cats the musical #cats oc week #OCs #if music be the food of love play on

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bionerd2point0 · 2 years

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Story Title: Oy! What a Knight

Fandom: Batman (all media types) Link: AO3 Summary: Sir Tim Drake, knight of the kingdom of Gotham, has accepted a quest to convince a dragon to return to its home in the mountains and save a village girl it may or may not have kidnapped. As usual, things are rarely as they seem, and he finds himself in the middle of a much different problem trying to help a stranger with a mysterious curse.

Jason spends his nights reading, cooking, and daydreaming of the warm sun on his face. He's not entirely sure what to make of the knight dumped in his living room, but he might just be able to help Jason make that daydream a reality.

Warnings: None

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Pairings: Jason/Tim When I Started: I started last fall for the JayTim Gift Exchange, and absolutely loved the prompts but had a hard time with time management. How I Lost My Shit: ~Nursing Schoooool~ is a pain in the ass and absolutely killed my creative muse. How I Finished My Shit: @wipbigbang got me back on track and helped motivate me to get this finished!!

#wipbigbang #wip big bang #bio writes #Oy! What A Knight

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mcmcntomorii-later · 2 years

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💕 💕💕 💕

@royleteas

@dragontamer05 - AHHHH you’ve been like mutuals with me since day one of bringing mukuro to tumblr i’m pretty sure ;w ; and we don’t talk a whole lot ooc and really haven’t interacted a whole lot until fairly recently but!!! you’re so kind and i love tim so much!!! ;o; him and Mukuro’s relationship is just so adorable !!! ;w ; i really love it!!

@tvstarkuma - aaaaa the way i got so excited when i saw a teddie blog follow me lol maybe ONE day i’ll finish p5 golden BUT!! I’m super excited to get interactions going between our muses at some point!!! and gosh i hope he goes ham on bear pun b/c honestly mukuro will fucking LOVE that lol

@dxfiedfxte ( and your other blogs ) - I could SCREAM from a top of a mountain about how much chase is such a dear friend to me ;w ; i love how much he puts in his writing! and how just so gosh darn spot on his portrayals are!!!! I always get super super super happy whenever his URLs pop up into my notifs!! ( i honestly also have notifications turn on, on his leon blog ;w ; ) and i think we’ve had a thread going on his minato?? but i don’t recall who’s turn it is??? maybe when i’m not busy i’ll look into it but!!! Chase is just a dear friend to me and I’m so happy i met him ;o;

@shouga-nai - i followed them back when they had a single muse doppo blog and i just!!! they’re such a talented writer and i love the characters they write!!! Like i love love LOVE doppo and mukuro’s relationship ;w ; and i love how genji and mukuro’s relationship is turning out to be ( and i can’t wait for the big twist to happen :3c ) OH! and i just remembered keaya and mukuro’s thread lmao i’m interested to see where that’s going to go lol !!! the times i’ve chatted w/ them ooc they’re such a super sweetie!!! ;w; they’re super easy to talk to and i’ve always had a great time talking with them!!! ;w ;

【 Can we get some positivity in the chat?? 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

#royleteas #dragontamer05 #tvstarkuma #dxfiedfxte #shouga-nai #【風変わりな】 ᴋᴏᴏʙɪᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋᴏᴏʙɪᴇ — OOC #【ありがとうございました】 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! — ( asks )

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breesays · 1 year

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Des-cap 2022

Is this blog also a kind of baby book? Yes. This is record-keeping. I have a very full-to-the-brim physical baby book, but I frequently refer back to digital musings for milestones and such.

SO, tonight he is happy-raging because he can write an upper case "R". A marvel to me that he even knows the difference between upper case and lower case because I didn't teach one or the other first and this fascination with writing letters and numbers came about after picking up a dry erase lettering book at a mom's club toy and clothing swap.

We spent Christmas with The Dodges and I think maybe he finally knows Christmas is a day (a season?) a spirit, and not just a place in Mountain View. My brother in law asked me several times what I wanted to DO while I was there, and while I appreciated it, all my needs were being met. Someone else was deciding what to feed Des. Someone else was reading him the same book 6 times. Someone else was fielding his barrage of questions. That's it. That's all I wanted - a bit of the mom weight off so I could breathe. It was wonderful. We slept hard, ate hotel breakfast, approached festive inflatables with curiosity, jumped in massive puddles, had dance parties, painted, colored, told jokes, shared meals and even squeezed in a few christmas crafts. I long for the day that Sarah allows sequins in crafting, which she considers an insidious cousin of glitter.

He's three and a half, we co-sleep. I'm OK with it, I feel like I sleep better with his little body huffing next to me, as opposed to being attuned to yelps and whimpers from a room away. It often means I don't get any extra time to myself after he goes to bed, except to read on my Kindle, but that's OK too. If I keep the same schedule as he does, I can match his energy, his brightness. He works as a barrier, too, since Tim and I are emotionally but not physically separated. I (maybe weirdly) like it a lot when I wake up in the inky blue light and see both of them stretched out on their backs, arms stretched over their heads, sleep noises puffing out of their mouths. I like what we made.

We are not a minimalist household. Sometimes we can't even see Desmond's bedroom floor because it's covered with balloons. It always looks like it was just someone's birthday. He does get screen time - Little P is his favorite YouTuber and Bluey is pretty much a free for all on weekends and vacations. I like that what he's watching inspires him, though - doesn't just trap him into a zombie consuming state. He wants to replicate what he sees, what he hears, what they play. I've found both Bluey and Daniel Tiger helpful in tough situations, or when I want to illustrate something. "Tactical wee" is a solid from Bingo.

We are approaching some big changes when Tim moves out, but I don't think it has to be traumatic. I like that in stories and cartoons and ~overall~ more than a traditional nuclear family is presented. I didn't know how much it meant to see yourself in media until I realized I couldn't find myself for DECADES. And we aren't warring, like my parents were when they split. Sometimes its hard for me to even understand WHY we are separating, if most of the parts are still moving, but I also realize that I can't assume that my experience is the same as Tim's. I respect that he needs space to figure that out.

We went to my sister's without Tim this year, but it was apparent upon our return that Desmond had missed Dada time. Even when he is playing with me he wants to "make presents" for Dada, to show Dada something. He wants to badly to capture his attention. To earn it? IDK. He can write both "mama" and "dada" and damn if that isn't impressive.

He likes to have a limb or two touching one of us when he sleeps. He asks me what I'm reading as he dozes off. One night I told him the book I was reading and he said, "I thought you were reading It Girl? How did he remember a vague title of something I was reading a month previous?

I recently read a book about someone who was addicted to motherhood and being pregnant and my mind was almost totally blown. I'm glad I experienced it but I don't want to do it again. I want to pour all my work, my love, my answers into Des. I hope he never asks for a sibling, because with his impeccable manners, he often eventually gets what he asks for.

I like that he quickly adopts our words: Actually, consideration, gamut.

I love to watch him dance. From his mambo moves in his preschool’s Winter Show to his special invented “99 Red Balloons” dance, it’s incredible to witness How a little person without self consciousness chooses to occupy the space, to express their joy. It kind of makes you wonder about that line, “dance like no one is watching” -- when did you realize anyone was watching?

#breesays #parenthood #parenting #2022 #toddlers

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fashion4standusers · 2 years

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"Nudie Suits" is a name referring to the colorful, heavily-decorated suits made by American designer Nudie Cohn (1902-1984), most famously worn by country music stars of the 20th Century.

Pictured: Robert Redford, Elton John, Mike Nesmith, Dolly Parton and Ernie Ashworth in original Nudie Suits, and Karen O of The Yeah Yeah Yeahs in a Nudie-inspired suit. Photos from @nudiesuits

#fashion history #robert Redford #dolly parton #elton john #mike nesmith #karen o #looks for a cross country horse race #MUSE: gyro zeppeli #MUSE: johnny joestar #MUSE: mountain tim #jjba #ernie ashworth #can everyone rb-ing this calm down plz ur fav isnt here bc this is an anime blog #im literally choosing pictures based on how they remind me of silly little cartoon people #there's literally a blog from an actual enthusiast linked at the bottom just go there i'm begging u

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jinx-jade · 3 years

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Contagious adoption Part 1: Found Family

This had all started due to Tim hearing a legend while running on about thirty-five minutes of sleep for the whole week. As a result, Tim decided to take one of the private jets and fly to a small village in Tibet.

According to the locals, there was some kind of deity that lived at the top of the mountain. To get there one must hike for a total of seven days. Regardless of your age or stamina, the amount of time it would take to reach the top is always seven days.

They claimed that if you could make it to the top, then the deity will grant you one wish. The locals called the wish ‘The Deity’s Miraculi'. This was what they had always been called time and time again. No one knows exactly when the deity started living up on the mountain. The villagers simply knew that they could climb the mountain and make a wish.

They also explained that only about seventeen people have ever made it to the top of the mountain and received a wish. Most who tried to make the journey either died, turned back due to the difficulty of the trail, or the deity refused to grant their wish.

It was from these seventeen people that the villagers learned the rules of the deity’s miraculi.

Rule one, if you didn’t bring enough food and water to make the trip, then turn back. What little food and water you can find on the mountain is poisonous and known to cause some of the most painful deaths.

Rule two, make it to the top of the mountain alive. According to all that tried, the trial is torture. The dark forest as the locals called it, was full of all sorts of unusual and terrifying creatures.

Rule three, you must make the trip alone. Six travelers had come down the mountain after having reached the top receiving no wish. They cursed out the deity for not giving them what they were owed for the torture they endured to climb their cruel and evil mountain.

“I owe you nothing, for you have failed my test.” The deity had started with a booming voice that could be heard at the base of the mountain. Simply informing them to, “Come back alone next.”

Rule four, you only get one chance to state what you wish for. The first thing you say you want after the deity asks for your wish is what you’ll get. There is no “wait I meant…” “Actually I want...” “...Or maybe…”. What you say is what you get.

Rule five, Be very specific about what you wish for. If your wish doesn’t have enough details then the deity will take creative liberties with it.

Rule six, you may only make one wish. This rule was self-explanatory.

Rule seven, the deity has the right to deny any of the wishes made. They don’t explain why they choose to, just simply denying the wish.

Finally, the deity’s last rule.

Rule eight, you may not kill on the deity’s mountain, be it animal or human. If you do then you shall fallow the deceased into the afterlife. Your death being far more painful than there’s.

So here Tim stood. At the bottom of the deity’s mountain, ready for the seven-day hike ahead of him.

The first day wasn’t what he had been expecting. From all the tales he had heard, Tim was half expecting to be attacked the moment he entered the forest. Instead, he simply enjoyed the peaceful hike. Taking as many pictures as he could of the different plants. It had been a while since he was not consumed with an extensive amount of workload and free to just take some pictures as he used to in his youth.

On the second day, Tim finally saw some animals. At first, he freaked out. These were not normal animals. They seemed to be creatures of some magical descent. They all turned to Tim as if about to attack when he had started freaking out. Only for the creatures to seem confused when Tim named them all from different mythologies. He’s a bit of a nerd when it comes to myths. Similar to how Jason is with classical literature. Sue him. It’s not like he can’t afford it.

The creatures were a bit wary of Tim but seemed to relax as time went on. Tim was enjoying the time he spent taking pictures of all different kinds of things that he would probably only show to Alfred.

At the end of the seventh day, Tim was in front of a shrine of some sort. There was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid standing next to the shrine looking at him.

“What is your wish?” The child questions.

All Tim could do was stare. This was the deity? She was just a child.

‘If this is the deity then that means my theory was right.’ Tim thought to himself. ‘You don’t have to hike the entire time. The journey takes seven days no matter what you do.’

“Your wish?” the child questioned once again.

“Oh, uh, sorry I didn’t have anything I desired before coming here,” Tim informs them.

“You didn’t come here for the wish?” The child seems confused now.

“Nope. This hike was a random idea I thought up while being a bit sleep deprived.” Tim says, making the child burst out into laughter.

Tim smiled at that. “So what’s your name?” Tim asked. The poor child simply looked shocked at the question.

“My name? It’s been a while since anyone wanted to know it.” the child muses out loud.

“My name is Timothy Drake-Wayne, and I’m twenty-eight years old,” Tim says with a smile towards the little kid. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I’m Marinette, commonly known as the Priestess of the Miraculi.” the deity, Marinette says with a small smile. “Oh! I’m also ten years old.”

Tim looked at Marinette. “You know, it seems pretty lonely to be up here with the beautiful view all by yourself.” Tim chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement.

“My dad, well, my adopted dad, had a habit of picking up kids in need with black hair and blue eyes.” The look on Tim’s face softened as he crouched down to Marinette’s level.

“While the sights here are beautiful, and the wildlife and creatures are fascinating, I was all alone on this mountain. It may have been for only a week, but I started to miss my family.”

“I would bet my life that you’re lonely up here as well. You make others go into isolation so that they know how it feels, don’t you? The wish is most likely plain magic. So why stay up here all alone?”

Marinette shifts from one foot to the other a few times before answering. “Because I have nowhere else to go and no one waiting for me anywhere.”

Tim gives her a weak smile. “Then it’s a good thing my dad’s adoption habits seem to be contagious.”

#maribat #maribat march 2021 #Contagious adoption

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twistnet · 3 years

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night time descent [ eric delko ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; when a fire takes place during a date, it leads to some unfortunate nightmares

⋯ PROMPT ; [ nightmare ] for your muse to wake up mine from a nightmare + [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, established relationship, tw [ mentions of fire, dead bodies + trauma -- shown in the form of nightmares + some actions ]

club descent. one of the hottest clubs in miami, packed full of a people and a line around the building.

for the first time in weeks, eric had the night off. no late night calls to scenes, overflowing mountains of evidence to be logged, or late nights of having to piece things together. so, in slight celebration, he proposed a night of dancing and drinking to help unwind after the long weeks of work. this meant bringing you, but he had also extended the offer to tim and his girlfriend, andrea.

the music was blaring loud, drowning out every worry or thought you had for the evening as you swayed to the beat. eric was right next to you, hands roaming your sides as he moved with you. he smiled at you, hands coming to rest at your hips, lightly squeezing.“okay, mister. if that’s all you wanted to do, we should have just stayed home.” you shouted over the music, shooting him an equaling dazzling smile. eric chuckled biting his lip as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear, “and where would be the fun in that?”

he felt you shiver underneath his hands, sparing a glance to the crowd to see if anyone was watching. he caught tim and andrea dancing a few feet away, not paying anyone else any mind as they moved in sync. he smiled, happy to see them enjoying themselves before turning his attention back to you.

eric dipped down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. somehow still managing to move the two of you to the beat of the music. his hands glided all over you, making tempting squeezes here and there, lips moving against yours in time with the beat.

you pulled back, sucking in a breath as you laughed. twisting in his arms as you danced and enjoyed your first night out in weeks. eric’s stress had seemingly disappeared in the few hours you had been here, and it was comforting to see him outside of the crime lab.

the music slowed, the dj coming on over the loud speakers. “yo, y’all, let’s kick it trance style with a new test press from my boys from my-mo d-day bomb squad!” the music started up again, and cheers were heard as sparklers erupted from behind the dj. you felt eric’s arms wrap around you, changing to match the beat of the new song, when you caught notice of the sparklers set fire to one of the curtains. “is that supposed to happen?” eric picked up on the worry in your tone, as you watched the curtain ignite. “no.”

you saw tim approach, andrea behind him with equally worried looks as tim leaned forward so eric could hear him, “this place doesn’t have sprinklers!” eric nodded, removing his arms from you, “i know! you! hit the alarm!”

the alarm rang, sending everyone into a mass panic as they tried to leave the club. eric quickly grabbed a hold of you, pulling you to him so you didn’t stray far. you heard him shouting for everyone to stay calm, pulling you toward the exit.

a body collided with his, breaking his hold on your arm, separating the two of you. eric quickly started to panic, not seeing you behind him or anywhere near him. he called your name a few times, but it was all drowned out by the screams of panic.

tim had managed to grab ahold of you, ushering both you and his girlfriend to one of the emergency exits with some of the other club patrons. he pushed on the door, finding it chained shut. “it’s locked!” he yelled, pulling both of you away from the door. the three of you stood, watching the chaos unfold as there seemed to be only one exit out of the club. you felt tim shake you slightly, pointing to an open door, back behind the flames. “there’s an open door here!”

braving the flames, he pulled the two of you toward the door. tim’s hand briefly leaving yours to push the door open. he led the two of you out, looking around as he realized that no one else had followed and few were actually making it out of the club, “you two stay here, i’m going back in!”

andrea grabbed you, pulling you away from the door and across the street, wanting to not only give room to those coming out of the club, but just incase the building came down.

you looked over at the her, taking in her ash stained face and the slightly crisped green halter top she was wearing. and to think, this was the first time you were meeting.

as people came out, the two of you helped people out of the building to a safe distance. emergency vehicles arriving just as the building was starting to collapse. you and andrea stuck together, having not seen eric or tim since getting out of the club.

once the two of you were checked over and given the all clear, you set out looking for the two men you came with. and given with how hectic the area was, it was proving a little more difficult to find specific people. “are you ladies looking for someone?” a man asked, hands on his hips and his face covered in ash. “tim speedle and eric delko.” he man smiled softly, before turning to point out the two men you were looking for. you thanked him, before quickly moving towards to the two, calling their names as your approached.

the looks fo relief on their faces spoke volumes. eric moving forward to quickly capture you in a tight hug, pressing you right into his chest. the rush of emotions, watching people get escorted out on stretchers or bodybags, was slowly catching up to you. tears dampened eric’s shirt, as you held onto him.

you don’t really know how long you stood there, clinging to him before someone came up, asking for him to take a look at the scene. he released his hold on you enough to look at your face, his hands coming to cup your jaw as his thumbs brushed at your cheeks, “this might take a while...”

“i’ll wait.” “babe, i don’t think - “ “i don’t want to be alone.” “okay...”

it was well into the early morning by the time you got home. exhausted, both physically and emotionally after the night you had experienced. eric had ushered you into the shower, citing you wouldn’t want to sleep in all that debris. and while you showered, you heard him waiting in the bathroom with you. whether it was because he didn’t quite want to leave you alone, or he was just making sure you were okay, you don’t know.

but you found yourself doing the same when you exited the shower. lingering in the bathroom, not wanting to stray far from him. he had seemed to pick up on that too, as the minute he was out of the shower and dressed, he pulled you in close once you settled into bed. his arms wrapped around you, in a protective manner. his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. it would be hours before you finally fell asleep, cuddled into eric’s side.

only a couple hours later, eric was woken up by a movement beside him. he rolled over, eyes still hazed with sleep as he tried to find the source of the movement. realizing the only other person in bed was you. he settled back in, thinking you were either getting readjusted after going to the bathroom, or were just uncomfortable. until he heard you whimper.

he sat up in bed, turning on one of the bedside lights before turning to you, finding your face scrunched up, tears running down your cheeks and sweat beading at your brow.

eric gently shook you, calling your name, however only to scare you in the process as you jerked wake with a scream. “hey! it’s okay! i’m here!” eric shh’d pulling you into his arms as he let you cry against him. it only took a short moment for you to quiet down, your eyes drooping as sleep started to overcome you. eric got you settled back down into a comfortable position, wiping the tears from your cheeks as your eyes closed.

he waited a few more moments, watching the steady rise of your chest and making sure not else plagued you before laying back down himself.

the exhaustion would hit him later the next day, evident by the mass amounts of yawning he did while looking over evidence in the prints lab.“you look like you didn’t get much sleep last night.” eric looked up, finding tim had entered the lab, taking the open seat next to him. “yeah, it was a long night.” eric sighed, rubbing his temples as he scanned back over the log, nothing quite clicking yet. “...she had nightmares all night. woke up scared and crying. spent most of the night staying up just in case she had another.”

“i’m sorry, man.” tim’s voice was sympathetic, one he rarely heard from the man whenever anything had happened. “appreciate it. what about your girl?” eric frowned after hearing his friend sigh, “didn't sleep much either. she finally passed out just as i was about to leave this morning. getting her in bed was the hardest, seemed like she knew i was leaving and wouldn’t let go of my shirt.”

there was a deep silence, one that took over as each man had asked the very same question; how badly was this going to effect the people they loved?

“hey, they’ll be okay.” tim reassured, looking back over the evidence, “we can make they are, by figuring out who did this.” eric nodded in agreement, before setting back to work.

another day would pass before eric got the chance to run a sample against the blood on tim’s shirt. bringing in don, the bouncer from the club. and having quickly figured out how he was brought in, he had quickly changed his story. “i was meant to be a fireman.” don growled. eric and tim both shared a look. shaking heads in disbelief.

“and you thought that maybe burning a building down in the process was going to prove that?” eric bit out, leaning forward in his chair, “you think that was worth all those lives it took? not only that, but the trauma people are now going to endure because you wanted to prove yourself.” when don didn’t answer back, eric scoffed, pushing the folder of crime scene pictures toward the man. “my girlfriend won’t sleep because she’s scared to close her eyes for one second and see that fire. but that doesn’t matter does it? all you wanted was to prove something but all you did was prove that you hurt people.”

with that, eric stood, letting bernstein cuff don before taking him down to booking. tim patted him on the shoulder, nodding to the door as it was already late into the day, and the quicker they could get finished, met the quicker they could get home.

eric came in earlier than normal, finding you on the couch, watching a movie. he took the seat next to you, arm coming to wrap around your shoulders as you settled into his side. “we got him.” eric spoke after a short silence, feeling you nodd against his shoulder. “thank you.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your hairline as pulled you in closer. thankful he had you here next to him.

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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I Might ◑

Pairing: timeskip!Akaashi Keiji x gn!reader Genre: Hurt/comfort, a little bit of romance and fluff? Synopsis: You just wanted your coffee. Instead, you got a stranger together with your drink. Word Count: ~3.7k A/N: I never thought this would be so long please don’t get bored. I also apologize for any grammatical errors, I am so rusty, lol. This is my first work in my Love Me ◑ series. Thank you!! -- sloth 🦥 Listen to I Might ◑ here.

It’s hard to vanish without a trace And whose idea was this in the first place? I might, I might, I might Fake my death tonight So we can start a whole new life

You always have been a regular of this coffee shop you're in right now. Ever since you were a university student, up until now that you're a writer for a lifestyle magazine, you always make sure to visit this café at least every 3 months to unwind and relax -- even if it meant that you will have to starve yourself for days so that you can have the money to treat yourself at this hidden gem of a place.

You ordered your usual. Upon receiving your drink and pastry, you took a seat and table on the balcony outside overlooking the lake below. You are the only person here because the other customers are inside the shop utilizing the fireplace and heater. It is kind of chilly, luckily, you sport a thick cardigan on. You took a deep breath and the scent of coffee, cinnamon, and pine trees helped in calming your nerves down.

As you took a sip of your caramel macchiato, you are mentally listing the reasons why this place became your go-to spot. First, it is located in a place up in the mountains, so it is very cold and only a few people are braving to go here. Second, the coffee and pastries this place offers deliciously hits your coffee-loving sweet tooth. For you, no amount of Starbucks or Tim Hortons can compete with this café. Lastly, and the most important, this place witnessed and cured you of your misfortunes and depression. Every time something bad happens, being the introvert that you are, you tend to go off the grid to escape and do your "soul searching", and this place helped you with that.

You brought out your journal and pen, scribbling random thoughts that fill your overactive brain. Your friend, who is a psychologist, advised you that whenever you feel overwhelmed, you can write the feelings or things that seem to engulf you. “It somehow will help you in releasing your frustrations instead of bottling it up,'' she said.

You looked up and admired the view this place has to offer. The sky is painted pastel orange with hues of blue and purple. You noticed that fog is already forming below, hugging the pine trees around the lake. The lagoon is calm as ever, reflecting the already setting sun. You smiled as you basked in peace and contentment.

However, your tranquility was kind of disturbed when the balcony glass doors opened and a tall man with short, black, tousled hair occupied a seat two tables away from you. He looked like he stepped out of a men's fashion magazine -- he was wearing black-rimmed eyeglasses, a beige turtleneck, black jeans, a long brown coat, and a satchel sling bag. He then settled his tray with his own coffee and pastry on his table. You immediately turned your head away, afraid that this beautiful man may have caught you staring. You felt heat from your cheeks forming as you carried on scrawling in your journal. He's so beautiful, you thought.

However, as you continued to write, you remembered the face of your boss making your blood slightly boil. Well, the reason you are here is because of the stress in your workplace -- asshole superiors, some good-for-nothing co-workers, shitty salary, unreasonable work hours, and your list goes on. Once I gained my needed years of experience, I will immediately resign, I swear on the grave of that ungrateful boss bastard. This anger made you forget about the pretty man meters away from you.

Little did you know that he is also staring at you. He noticed your furrowed eyebrows and the intensity of you jotting away at your notebook. He also noticed your reddened cheeks and the breath vapor that formed as you huffed in exasperation. He was not the one to be observant towards strangers (it is only his friends that he is concerned about), but you have this certain aura that entices him. He smiled as he gulped his black coffee, pulled out his laptop from his bag, opened it, and checked some emails.

You estimated that ten minutes have already passed and you are still writing, anger somehow dissipating when suddenly you heard a loud "Hey, hey, hey, can we talk to the manager?” inside the coffee shop. You sighed because now, your peace is totally disrupted. You whipped your head to look at the commotion inside and you saw a tall man with spiky gray hair and black streaks wearing a black hoodie and jeans. That loud guy was accompanied by another taller man with messy, spiky black hair wearing a white t-shirt tucked in his slacks. The store manager then approached them. What’s with very tall, beautiful people today wanting coffee? You thought.

Shrugging, you looked again at your notebook. Without thinking, you stole a glance towards the direction of the man seated meters away from you. You saw that he was pale and his eyes were wide, frozen in shock. His gaze fell upon you, realizing that you were looking at him. He immediately scrambled from his seat and briskly walked towards you. You instinctively panicked. What is happening?!

He stopped beside your seat and he instantly crouched down, as if hiding from something. You looked down at him, your eyes also a notch bigger than normal from shock. He then softly whispered, “Under no circumstances you will tell anyone, especially them --” he motioned towards the two men inside the shop -- “that I am here. Please.” His emerald eyes are practically begging you. Hypnotized by him, you just nodded. “I’ll just hide in the comfort room, just knock four times when they are gone.” He said and then clambered away from you, making his way towards the bathroom.

You took a deep breath and sighed loudly. You are very confused as to why the man was hiding. Is he a serial killer? Are the two tall men inside detectives or something? Or are they kidnappers? Hitmen? Is the pretty boy gonna be abducted? Your mind was in overdrive. You thought of just packing up and leaving the establishment, but you sympathize with the man you just spoke with. You don’t know why, but you can relate to him.

Your musings are interrupted as the lights in the balcony lit up. Oh, the sun has already set. You glanced at your wristwatch and it was already 6:30 PM. You heard the balcony doors open and the tall, black-haired man entered, with the gray-and-black haired man following suit. Oh, shit, they are here to question me.

“Hi.” The man with black hair smiled at you. “I am Kuroo, and the noisy one there is Bokuto.”

Bokuto is smiling widely, walking towards you but is distracted by the view of the city skyline. He ran and stood beside the balcony railings. “Man, it is beautiful and cold here in Miyagi!”

Kuroo scratched his head, “I apologize for my loud friend, but have you seen a man this tall ---” he gestured his hand just near his temples, demonstrating the height of the man you spoke with earlier -- “he has green eyes and black-rimmed eyeglasses.”

“Yes, yes, he looks preppy,” Bokuto said as he finally walked towards your seat.

You cleared your throat. You have this habit of clearing your throat when you are nervous. “No, I haven’t seen anyone with that description.” You lied as you nervously sip your now cold coffee.

“Oh really?” Bokuto pouted, deep in thought. He then looked at Kuroo, pointing at the other table. “That looks like his laptop and bag.”

You almost choked on your drink as you realized that the man left his things at his table. Shit. Your mind quickly formulated a shitty lie. “Uhm, it is a girl -- an employee that is seated there, not a man.”

“Employee?” They said in unison.

“Yes. An employee of this coffee shop. That’s her laptop. They are doing interviews earlier. Job openings…” You trailed off.

The two men just nodded. Bokuto sighed loudly. “Where did Akaashi run off to? I am getting worried. He’s gone for a week already! His ex-girlfriend is so mean!”

“Hey now, he is a grown-ass man okay? I know he knows what he is doing. Let’s just resume the search tomorrow, shall we?” Kuroo patted his friend’s back.

Bokuto looked at you with his somber, amber, owl-like eyes and said, “Thank you for your help. We are very sorry for disturbing you.”

“So we’ll leave you alone now, thank you again.” Kuroo nodded at you and the pair started walking out of the balcony. You awkwardly smiled at their backs.

When Kuroo closed the balcony glass doors, you noticed his cat-like eyes lingered on you for a moment, glimpsed at Akaashi’s table, and at you again. Maybe it is just the lighting inside the coffee shop, or it is only your imagination, but you saw a small, sly smile forming on his lips. He finally turned his back and walked away.

What the heck was that? Did he know that I’m lying?! I am really a shitty liar. You ran your fingers through your hair. You then stood up and glanced around, ensuring that the two men were really gone. You immediately went to the bathroom and knocked four times. There was no response but you can hear shuffling inside. You immediately went back to your seat on the balcony.

Minutes later, Akaashi emerged from the door, went to his table, and started to gather his things. Oh, he’s leaving already, what did I expect? You thought as you softly face-palmed yourself.

“Can I sit here?”

You removed your palm from your face and looked up at Akaashi. You felt your eyes widen again. “You... You were not leaving?”

“No, not yet.”

You just nodded and removed your bag from the seat across you. He then took the said seat.

"So.." He looked sideways, afraid to meet your eyes because of embarrassment. "I think I owe you an explanation."

You just nodded again, still dumbstruck by his charm.

“To start, I am Akaashi Keiji, well… You can call me Keiji.” He took a sip of his coffee. “And contrary to what Bokuto said earlier --”

“You heard them earlier?” You finally spoke, interrupting him. Oh god, he must have heard my pathetic lies earlier.

“Uhh, yes. Those two are so loud, they sound like they swallowed microphones or something.”

You chuckled at his snarky comment. “Yeah, they really are loud.”

“Anyway… Thank you so much for what you did earlier. I am truly sorry for dragging you into this.” He scratched his head. “Good thing they fell for your alibi.”

“Yeah, Bokuto fell for it. He must really miss you.” You broke a small piece from your chocolate chip cookie and munched on it. “But for Kuroo… I don't know. I think he knows.”

“Oh, Kuroo? He really is a pain in the ass.” Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed. “So to continue, contrary to what Bokuto said earlier, it is not because my ex-girlfriend dumped me. It's been three months ago already. I kind of expected it because I caught her cheating so many times I cannot count it with my two hands.” He said nonchalantly while holding up both of his hands.

How can he be so cool about being dumped?! You thought, then you noticed that although calloused, he has very nice hands. Blue veins were prominent in his palms, running up toward his long, slender fingers. You want to punch yourself for noticing that at this time. Hey, stupid self, this is not the time for simping on a stranger!

He continued, “I disconnected from everyone because everything is overwhelming me. My job, my boss, bills, rent… Adulting is very hard, you know?” He droned on as he fiddled the cup sleeve of his coffee. "Also, I have always wanted to be a literary editor, but instead, they assigned me as an editor in a manga magazine."

You wanted to ask how he went off the grid because you’re interested in doing that too, but he continued on ranting.

“I am usually a calm and collected person.” Akaashi gulped again on his coffee. “I usually handle problems like a breeze, not even my friends can recognize that I have problems because I immediately find ways and solve them with ease. But now, I think I reached my tipping point, and it’s very hard to keep up with this front anymore. I am just tired, then I find myself driving away from Tokyo, and here I am.” He stared into your eyes, expecting for you to say something. Akaashi surprised himself that he bared his vulnerabilities upon a stranger.

Well, you are also astonished just the same. You realized it is getting serious.

“So.. how long have you been into hiding?”

He counted in his mind. “Today is the sixth day.”

You cleared your throat again. "Since you're very honest with me, can I be very honest with you too?"

He looked at you and nodded. "Yes please. I need it."

"Promise that you won't be mad or something?"

"I promise."

"Okay, let's start." You cleared your throat again because you're nervous. "First, it's okay to admit that you're hurt because your ex-girlfriend broke your heart."

"I am not hurt--" He muttered in protest.

"Ah ah ah." You interrupted him. "Your nonchalance about it did not match the way you narrated it. Too many words for someone who did not care."

Akaashi's eyes widened, as if slapped by the truth. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, okay, I think you're right." He exhaled loudly. "I gave her so many chances…" He trailed off.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Maybe later." He looked at you and in all seriousness said, "I am Akaashi Keiji and I admit I am hurt. My heart has been broken. Luckily, very recently, I think I am healing."

You smiled at him. Her ex-girlfriend must be stupid to dump a guy this pure and well.. good looking. “Okay, good, good!" You exclaimed as you took another bite of your cookie. "Well, I don't know if this helps, but I just learned that love is like trial-and-error. Some people get it right the first time, but most of the time, you will try, and try, and try, until you get it right…" Your voice trailed away.

Akaashi looked at his untouched croissant. "Yes, I think that helped." He flashed a faint smile and looked up again. "I'm ready for your next one."

"Okay. Here it goes. Yes, I very much agree that adulting is very hard."

"Right? They did not teach this in high school, nor in university." He poked his pastry.

"I cannot give insights on adulting because I'm going through it too, you know? I am just as lost as you." You removed the cup sleeve of your coffee and toyed with it. "But I can assure you, you and me, we are not the only ones lost. We just have to deal with asshole people, I guess?"

"Yeah. Fuck asshole people." He grinned.

You chuckled. You don't know why a sudden warmth spreads through your chest. Maybe it's because you made him smile? Or the fact that you, a stranger, comfort him? Or the relief that you are not alone dealing with the pressure of adulting? Or maybe all of the above?

"Ready for the third one?"

"Yeah."

"I am pretty much aware that I'm in no position to tell you this, but damn, editor already at such a young age?"

"It's not my dream job, though." He retorted.

"But you're still young." You smiled softly, even though you envy him. In the magazine company where you're working, you're only a writer, nothing more, nothing less. "You must be pretty awesome to be an editor already. You still have plenty of time to reach your dream job. No need to rush, it is not a race." Even though you're jealous of him, you can't help but be in awe of him. Good looking plus smart? Damn. I need to stop simping.

"Yeah." He rested his chin on his hands. "Once again, I guess you're right. What am I in a rush for?" He nodded. "Even though I just met you minutes ago, why are you easy to talk to? Why are you so good at this?" He looked at you with his bright, green eyes.

"Believe me, I don't know. I am usually silent but here I am, babbling things to a stranger.” You shrugged, chuckling. “I am only realizing these things now because of you. Earlier, I was down in the dumps too."

"I am going to ask you later why you are in the dumps, but in the meantime, I am ready for the next one."

You purse your lips. "Okay, Keiji, you must rejoice because this is the last one."

"Okay. I'll brace myself."

"Here it goes.” You held his gaze. “I think you're too hard on yourself. You need to loosen up."

He just blinked at you.

You folded your coffee cup sleeve and slowly tore it as you spoke. "Also, expressing emotions is not a sign of weakness. I think you are tiring yourself out because you keep a front that you are strong, that you have no problems.” You noticed that he winced. “Because of that, you get drained. You must remember that you are just as vulnerable as everyone."

He took a gulp of his now cold coffee.

You continue to tear your cup sleeve. “You don’t need to change how you act after this. You can still be withdrawn with your emotions towards others, I mean, it’s not easy to change yourself after one night, right? But the only thing important here is you need to be honest with your feelings. You should not apologize for how you feel. Also, it is never wrong to ask for help from others. If you’re hurt, acknowledge it. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, acknowledge it. If you’re tired, acknowledge it.”

You exhaled, looked up at him, and saw his eyes were watery.

Shit, is he about to cry? “H-hey, I am sorry --”

His tears finally fell. “Oh.” He touched his cheeks wet from the tears and flinched. “It’s weird. It does not stop.” He pointed at his eyes with a slight panic in his voice.

You felt your eyes water too as you grabbed your packet of tissues inside your bag. “Here, you can wipe them if you want.”

“Thank you.” He removed his eyeglasses and wiped his cheeks. “I cannot stop it.” His tears are still streaming like a waterfall.

“Good lord, when was the last time you cried?” You asked, concerned.

“I-- I can’t remember. It’s a long time ago, I guess.” He sniffed, wiped his tears again, then weakly chuckled. “I am sorry for crying --”

“Ah ah ah.” You interrupted again. “Repeat after me. You should never ---”

He cut you off, “Never apologize for how I feel. Also, be honest with my feelings. Ask help from others.”

You smiled. “Great.” It then took about a good five minutes until his silent crying stopped.

He cleared his throat. “Hey. Thank you. Crying feels good.”

“It is not in my intention to make you cry, but you’re welcome, I guess?”

He chuckled. “Uhm, do you want another drink or pastry? It’s my treat.” He offered while he wore his eyeglasses again.

“Really? Wow, thank you.” My broke ass won’t let this one pass.

“On one condition. You’ll tell me about yourself too.”

“Okay.” You beamed. “But I think you’ll be bored.”

“Nope. I am all ears.” He smiled.

“Excuse me.” A barista walked to your table and smiled at both of you. “We will close in ten minutes, any additional orders?”

The both of you shook your head and thanked the barista. He went inside again.

You looked at your wristwatch. "It's almost midnight already?!"

"Really? Time flies so fast." Akaashi said. You did not see it but he looked at you with his soft eyes.

“So... Let’s go?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The both of you packed up your things and went inside. He bowed to the store manager, then the both of you exited the coffee shop. It was so cold outside that you could see your and Akaashi’s breath. You tucked your hand inside your pockets.

“Hey. Did you also tell the manager about Bokuto and Kuroo?” You asked him.

“Yes. Thank god she is also cooperative.”

“You really thought about this, huh?”

“Of course. However, tomorrow, it’s finally time for me to appear before my friends.”

“I think Bokuto will bawl his eyes out.”

The both of you laughed.

When your giggles subsided, Akaashi spoke. “So…”

“Yeah, uhm, I’ll go this way.” You pointed at the other path. “The cabs are this way.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you, Keiji. Goodbye.” You smiled at him and started to walk away. I like him, I like to know him more, but god, he just came from a breakup. If I get attached, that would count as taking advantage of a vulnerable person, right?! You overthink as you felt your heart getting heavy with every step you take. I am very much going to regret this tomorrow. Very much. You continued to walk down the narrow path, thinking about the many things that happened today.

You are seriously pondering when you suddenly hear Akaashi shout your name, making you stop in your tracks. You turned around and he immediately appeared from your view, running, and halted in front of you.

“W-wait.” He panted, catching his breath. “You told me to be honest with my feelings.”

You just blinked at him, already panicking on the inside.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Please input your phone number. I want to see you again.”

“B-but Tokyo is far from Miyagi --”

“Ah ah ah.” He copied the way you interrupted him earlier and smirked. “It will be worth the drive.”

You felt your heart beat faster as if it wanted to escape your ribcage. “Okay.” You mustered as you typed your number in his phone and thanked the gods that it is somehow dark or else he will see your tomato cheeks right now.

You looked up at him and handed him his phone with your cold, trembling hands.

“This not a fake number?”

“What? No.”

“Just making sure.” He smiled at you.

The moon has never been so bright that night.

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pseudoneiiric · 2 years

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MUSE AESTHETICS, HORROR ; BOLD WHICHEVER DIRECTLY APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE, Italicize private or subconscious things & tag people. PLEASE REPOST; DON’T REBLOG.

Tagged by ━━━ @quillheel for tim!! thank you sm!! Tagging ━━━ @deathwis for tanya, @confettisuite for raphael, @hauntedreality for bloody mary, @iinaniis for gav, @pistolslinger, @marblewon, and anyone else who wants to!!

CLASSIC. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. open fields. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering light. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. black boots. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. ambulances.

THRILLER. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

#dash games.#tim wright: aesthetic.#thank you for this!!!#queue.

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07/06/21 ; fleur de glace

❛ élixir ❜

⤿ with his partner/rival/best friend saint hospitalised due to an injury he sustained during a skating competition (which put his career on the line), tim decided to take a break from his athletic activities to honour his friend and to cope with overwhelming feelings. he fired his skating instructor (who was hired by his parents) and wants to look for a new one on mount phoenix. he wants to focus on his artistic career this summer, he has signed up to help curate the museum, and is looking for artistic projects to pass the time. he is working on a few assignments, and is looking for people to model for him for said assignments. he wants to spend more time with his close friends and half-brothers, and at some point he wants to go camping. he will help saint with his recovery, and eventually return to his regular athletic schedule once his partner is feeling better or has healed.

❛ renaissance ❜

⤿ more or less, tim is the same dramatic, seductive and fun person he has always been. however, he might be more sarcastic, and even cold or detached at times. he will go through mood drops and mood changes, and he might shut himself in for a while if he feels like things are too overwhelming. the change will be especially evident to those who are close to him (the others might attribute it to his bad temper). he is calmer when getting furious, which automatically makes him scarier, intimidating and more dangerous. he is a storm threatening to rip all trees from their roots. people will have to be careful not to step on a very wrong toe (he especially does not want to talk about it) unless they want him to react unpredictably.

❛ miroir ❜

⤿ tim has dyed his hair dark brown/black because he needed a drastic change (it is also a sign of ‘mourning’, yes he is that dramatic).

⤿ tim’s powers have enhanced, and are going through a development as well. hence, they will progressively affect his physical appearance, especially his eyes. his eye colour is naturally hazel, but it will fade to blue, grey and then to white. his eye sight will get worse and he will not be able to see much after his eyes turn white. this is temporary, because once his powers adjust, his eyes will go back to their normal colour and he will be able to see again. tim will hide his eye-colour with contact lenses, but close people will eventually find out.

⤿ tim’s powers will affect his body temperature. it has always been low, but now it will go lower, until frost flowers will form on his body (especially shoulders, lashes, the ends of his hair, and sternum). his frostbites will turn blue instead of purple, and his lips might be paler at times due to the cold. the cold will leave him with some scars (ice flowered patterned ones in particular), but he will try to hide them. it is unsure if the scars will disappear.

⤿ his hair will fade to silver and it will never change back to its natural dark colour. this is the slowest change, and it will only happen at the end of the year (specifically during the winter season). once his hair turns silver, tim will no longer be able to dye it any other colour longer than a day (it will simply rinse off).

❛ cœur ❜

⤿ mental mood changes (with episodes of complete desperation); his mental health is poor, but he is hiding it by pushing his worries away and by working on other things; for him, the entire situation feels like death so he is processing his grief

⤿ physical lower stamina for sports; he often feels tired, and his sleep is worse too (he gets insomnia more often, and when he does fall asleep, he tends to walk and talk in his sleep); surprisingly, his strength is greater but he cannot use it for a long period of time (he might have days when he can lift mountains, and days when he cannot even lift his foot)

⤿ eventually, once his body adjusts to the increased powers and to the situation, both his physical and mental health will improve

❛ visions ❜

⤿ to prevent my muse from dropping again, I will only accept a limited amount of new threads that have to fill one of the following connections. any connection that is not listed but is pivotal to tim’s development is welcomed! I would prefer to have new threads with people/characters tim has never interacted with before (especially to help newer members/characters out!). feel free to reach out to me in private (or on discord) if any of the following connections would be interesting for your muse. everything is up for discussion, I am flexible! the connections are opened to any gender/gender identity, age and pantheon. this is just a simple guide with the idea/s I had:

skating instructor (0/1)

✎ tim’s old instructor was fired, and he is actively searching for a new one to prepare him for the winter season. he is picky, and he might get into conflicts with this person at first, might even reject them, but eventually tim will accept them.

𐐪 bruised knees, bandages, cold shoulders, silk

muse (1/2)

✎ tim has a keen eye for everything pretty, fragile and destructive. he needs new sources for inspiration and he thinks @mpxharper (sculpting) has the perfect proportions for clay, and muse 2 (photography) has the prettiest eyes for his lenses.

𐐪 nudes, soft browns, welting flowers, blindfolds

art project partner (0/1)

✎ tim is not a team player, but he finds that spending his time with someone might not be that bad after all. the art project he ends up working on requires a partner, and tim found the perfect person. their art works harmoniously with tim’s, and he could not have asked for more.

𐐪 pinkie fingers, orchids, painted cheeks, patches

photography partner (0/1)

✎ call it rivalry, or artistic difference – ‘partner’ is the last thing tim would call this person. they are too different, they see the world through the same lenses but broken into pieces. will they be able to solve their differences or will they call it quits?

𐐪 red lips, polaroid, summer romance, sheets

frenemy (0/1)

✎ they just met, but hate at first sight is a thing – or at least in tim’s eyes, it is. whether it is a professional quarrel, or something else, they seem to get along one second then hate each other with a passion. naturally, they start playing, and tim is only too sure the game is all his.

𐐪 chess, ripped shirts, stargazing, ribbons

fan/stalker (0/1)

✎ this person is obsessed with tim, and thinks that him taking a break from skating is the absolute worst thing he could ever do. instead of respecting his decision, they start following him, and actively intervene in tim’s life just to get the attention they so crave.

𐐪 lenses, knives, tiles, fast cars

❛ le reste ❜

⤿ how does this affect on-going threads? it is not going to affect them at all! on-going threads belong to the past and will be finalised in the past (i.e. before saint’s fall).

⤿ how does this affect future threads? everything that was mentioned above has to be taken into consideration, especially if our characters have interacted in the past or have some sort of established connection! this development will influence any new connection that tim will have.

⤿ relevant tags / threads saint’s self-paragraph describing the accident (x), self-paragraph depicting tim’s feelings about his friend’s accident (x), thread following the events after saint’s injury (x)

this development is only possible because of the inspiration @mpsaint‘s mun has given me, so thank you! ♥ I have changed the blog’s graphics to fit the character development. you can check it out HERE (better on desk). I am excited to write with this version of tim! ♥

#❅ : upd #❅ : dev #❅ : wan #( cut it only because it was long! )

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Without Context Pt. 3

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Shorter wait this time guys!

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“This is unbelievable. You’re probably the only person in Gotham who wouldn’t recognize that name. Wayne, as in Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham.”

“Oh, is he your dad?”

“Pixie, never change. But the rest of the family is going to want to meet you soon. I let you know when.”

“Sure, my schedule is wide open.” He gave her an expectant look. “Oh, duh, you need to be able to contact me. How could I forget that? Silly Marinette, hehehe.” She babbled as she wrote down her phone number for him.

“Thanks Mari, I’ll text you later.” He said as he put his helmet back on and swung off the balcony.

As Jason left, Marinette realized how late in the day it was getting. “Gah, the shop! How could I forget!”

“Marinette, Marinette, MARINETTE” Tikki shouted. “You’re the owner, you decide when you open.”

“But the customers….” And she rushed down the stairs.

The day was fairly slow, a few people popped in to see the new shop. Jason texted around noon to set up dinner for Friday.

Right before she was about to close, 3 women entered the store. Marinette let them browse as she set up for the next day. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She asked, having run out of busy work.

“Actually, yeah,” the girl in purple replied. “Our,” she paused, clearly trying to think of the right word. “Brother just met his soulmate.”

“And you’re meeting them soon?” Marinette finished.

“Exactly! Plus, I’m sure there’s going to be a huge fancy-ass party as soon as his dad can get everything together.”

“Your site said you do commissions?” The one in the wheelchair asked.

“I do, the ready-wear can be fitted and ready for the end of the week, and commissions are dependent on the final pattern. I have a look book here if you would like to browse for ideas. We can schedule a consult appointment for later in the week...” she trailed off.

“Oh, right, I’m Barbara, this is Stephanie,” she gestured to the blonde in purple, “And Cassandra.” She motioned at the young Asian girl with them. “Later in the week definitely works for the consults.”

“So you met your Soulmate?” Stephanie asked as she browsed the racks.

“Yes, a few days ago.” Marinette sheepishly admitted. “He startled me and I screamed in his face.”

“Well, it’s better than mine,” Stephanie laughed. “Mine scared me at night and I smashed him in the face with a brick.”

That night, while embroidering on her couch, Marinette heard a thump from her balcony. Seemingly ignoring it she placed her hoop on the coffee table and reached for the bracelet she kept in her pocket. As she turned around, she saw the giant shadow, entering through her balcony door. Batman, she thought. What the actual f-

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” his low voice boomed.

“Oh look it’s the man with a giant batsuit,” She sassed back.

“It’s Batman.”

“The man with a giant batsuit.” No way was she going to let him know that he had actually frightened her. “What do you want, furry?”

“What are your intentions towards Hood?”

“Well I figured that we would ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after.” Her saccharine voice biting through his armor. “Oh, maybe we could raise unicorns and exist off candy all day long.” She dropped the tone, “Go jump off a roof. Our plans are between us and if you want to know you should try building a better relationship with Hood. Now get out of my apartment before I call the cops.” She turned back and continued her embroidery. After he left, she locked the sliding door, no more unexpected visitors tonight. She had barely covered a petal of the flower, when she heard another thump, this one significantly lighter. One of the birds she thought.

On her balcony, Robin struggled to open the door. He had managed to get it unlocked but did not realize she kept a barrier on the track to stop it from opening.

She sighed before getting up to open the door. “What do you want Draco?”

“My name is Robin. I do not know this Draco you refer to.”

“You poor, uneducated child.”

“-tt- How can you be worthy of my brother?”

“Take it up with the universe, kid.” Robin was visibly getting angry with her, but she was done.

“I challenge you to a duel,” He snapped, hand flying towards his sword.

“Nope, nope, no you don��t.” Nightwing swung down and grabbed the sword out of his hand.

Unhand my sword Nightwing. She must prove her worth to join this family.”

“Robin, that is not how any of this works. I’m so sorry, Miss.” He directed towards Marinette. “Baby Bird and the Bat have issues respecting privacy. Have a good night.” He called out as he jumped off the balcony, dragging Robin with him.

“You know what,” Marinette told the kwamis that had gathered around her as she secured the door again. She cast a forlorn glance at her embroidery sitting abandoned on the coffee table, “I think I’m just going to go to bed. It’s too late for this.”

Early Friday morning, the 3 women from earlier came by to pick up their altered items. A few hours later, Marinette had worked herself up into a full panic. “Tikki,” she whined from the depths of her closet. “What am I going to wear? What if they hate me? Gahh, I can’t do this right now!”

“Marinette, whatever you choose will be fine.”

“But Tikki, this isn’t a normal meeting. This is meeting my soulmate’s family! It has to be perfect.”

“What about the Chat dress,” Plagg interjected. “It’s black and don’t you always say you can’t go wrong with black?”

She dragged out a 50s style off the shoulder Swing dress with a built in alternating neon green and black tulle petticoat.

“Oh and the Ladybug heels,” Tikki dragged out the aforementioned deceptively simple black shoes. Marinette had painted the sole and shank of the heels to mimic her original Ladybug costume.

“Hmm,” she mused. “What to style it with?” She quickly added a few loose waves to her hair, before hesitating. To bring Kaalki’s glasses or not? At a nod from Tikki she grabbed them and they shifted into a pair of cat-eye glasses. “Alright, I think I’m ready.” At that moment the doorbell rang. “Oh, that must be Jason.”

“Marinette,” Tikki said from her bag, “Don’t forget the Macarons!”

“Right,” she grabbed the box. “Thanks Tikki.”

Jason stood, leaned against the hood of a cherry red convertible. “You ready to meet everyone?”

“Can you go over everyone again on the ride?”

“Not a problem,” he opened the door to let her in. “First, we have Bruce and Alfred. Alfred raised Bruce after his parents were murdered. He knows everything and is amazing.”

“And Bruce is your dad, right?”

“Yes, he might go full Brucie on you.

“What is full Brucie?”

“Oh that’s what we call it when he acts like a total dumbass. Dick coined it, he was the first one that was adopted. He’s now a Cop in Bludhaven. After me, B took in Tim. He’s sixteen and already graduated High School, right now he’s working at WE in R&D. The last of us is Damian, he’s Bruce’s bio son. His mom showed up a coupla years ago and told B, “surprise, it’s a boy!” He’s an angry little shit.”

“Do they know that I know?”

“Nope, figured we could have fun with that. That’s why you’ll get the Brucie treatment.” Soon they pulled off the long mountain drive onto a private road where an ornate gate stood open, waiting for them.

“They’re watching us as we pull up right?”

“Oh, most definitely.” Jason parked the car next an imposing staircase, leading up to the soaring Gothic entry.

“Wow,” Marinette muttered under her breath. “I wish I had my sketch book.”

Jason chuckled as he led her up the stairs. “You’ll have plenty of chances to sketch to your heart’s content.” As they reached the top step, the double doors swung open to reveal an older man in a suit. “See spies everywhere,” Jason murmured in her ear.

“Master Jason, welcome home. This must be Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

“Hello Monsieur Pennyworth, please call me Marinette.”

“Of course, Miss Marinette, if you call me Alfred.”

As they walked into the entry, they heard a cry of, “She’s here!” As, who Marinette could only assume was Dick, flipped off the second-floor balustrade, swinging on the chandelier on the way down. “Hi, Marinette, right?” He held out his hand to her.

“You must be Dick.”

“Aw, is Jay-bird talking about me?”

Marinette got a teasing glint in her eye. “Oh yes, he mentioned how you can’t stop yourself from jumping off of high places.”

Before she could continue, she was interrupted by a wordless scream of unadulterated rage. “Drake, get back here and face your punishment like a man!”

Two boys came running down the stairs, the younger chasing the older with, wait is that a katana. They really weren’t any good at this whole secret identity thing, were they, thought Marinette.

“Really Demon Spawn, you’re going to do this today?” Jason said as he plucked him off the ground. Dick was just pinching his nose in exasperation.

#jasonette #maribat #without context au #My writing

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