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nolita-fairytale · 10 months

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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter three

summary: while you and luca seek inspiration outside of the kitchen, you finally share a piece of yourself with him.

warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.

word count: 2.2k

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part two | masterlist | part four

It’s been a month or so since Luca’s tasting menu for one, and he’s been nothing but a good thing in your life: a friend, a collaborator, a regular diner who gives fantastic feedback. You’ve become fast friends, and after what he did for you, how could you not? You find yourself spending days off with him at a more frequent pace as of late: enjoying cups of coffee, perusing bookstores, following Luca on bicycle as he shows you the city’s lesser known, yet spectacular bakeries. He gives you a heads up when he can’t make it into the restaurant, but most Saturdays, he continues to make his regular Saturday 7 pm date week after week.

Some days you make him something off-menu – something you’re working on, something you’re recipe testing, a dish you’ve bounced ideas around with him over – and other days he’s eager to try whatever new thing you’ve just added to your menu, insisting for you not to go through the trouble of whipping up anything else. It’s a special relationship – something only food-people can understand – and you’re glad that Luca entered your life.

“Hey, your boyfriend’s here,” Jesper says, interrupting your dinner prep as he grabs your attention.

“My what?” you ask him, with no clue in the world what he’s talking about.

“Luca,” he answers plainly, as you and Mathilde both exchange a look.

“Shut up, Jesper,” you both snap in unison, shooting a glare his way.

You exchange another look with Mathilde, almost as if to say: you good? She nods towards the front of house as if to say: yes, I’ve got this covered.

“Yeah, give me a second and I’ll be right out,” you finally direct towards Jesper, as you put down your knife. You reach a stopping point, wiping your hands on your apron, as you leave behind the Mikkelson twins bickering about what Jesper’s previous comment.

Something about ‘you baby her’ from Jesper and a ‘you’re going to scare her away and this is a good thing, you idiot’ from Mathilde in return. At least that’s what you’re able to make out from your basic Danish language skills (you’re working on it, you swear, and right now you know enough to get by in the kitchen and that’s enough)!

You spot Luca with a package tucked underneath his arm as he leans up against the front door, waiting for you.

“Hi,” you greet him, choosing to ignore the fact that your heart skips a beat as soon as you see him.

“Hey. I was on my way to the post office around the corner. Thought I’d stop in and say hello,” he replies with that ever-charming crooked smile of his.

“No, yeah, I-. I’m glad you did,” you return, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your lips.

You don’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially if this is somehow something you’ve made up entirely in your head, but it seems as if Luca’s found different ways – different excuses – to stop in more and more frequently as of late.

“What’s in the box?” you ask him, curiously, gesturing to the package he holds underneath his arm.

“Remember that American I was telling you about? The one who came to stage?” he asks, looking down for a moment.

“Yeah.”

“His restaurant opening is this week. Wanted to send this off. As a gift.”

“That’s kind of you.”

He blushes, just for a moment.

“Think we’ve lost touch with the art of a handwritten note. A novelty these days,” he says, with a quick raise of both eyebrows.

“Absolutely. I mean… it worked on me,” you chuckle, immediately regretting what’s come out of your mouth.

You’re not sure why you said it and what exactly it is that worked on you you’re referring to, but it’s too late to take it back.

“Yeah, I’ve got him to thank, really,” he chuckles, almost shyly. Taking a bolder approach as he continues with, “For reminding me to walk the walk. For bringing me to you.”

You pause, your heart catching in your throat. In the event of fight, flight, and freeze, it really feels like you’re choosing ‘freeze’ whenever Luca’s been around.

“I bet you’re a really great teacher,” are the words that fall out of your mouth, immediately regretting them for how silly your response sounds.

“So was he,” he parries back.

“Sure,” you nod, still reeling from whatever the hell came out of your mouth a moment ago.

Your disconcerting slip-of-the-tongue seems to leave an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, tip-toeing around each other, unsure of who should make the next move.

“Anyways,” Luca clears his throat, collecting himself. “I ehm, gotta get going. Gotta get back to the restaurant here in a few. It was good seeing you today.”

“You too,” is all you reply, frozen and stuck in your own head.

What the hell is wrong with you? You think to yourself as you watch him go.

“Luca, wait,” you say, pushing through the front door to your restaurant as you chase after him.

He turns back towards you, a kind of ‘did I leave something behind?’ look on his face.

“I can’t stop thinking…” you trail off, taking a breath before you continue your sentence, leaving Luca unsure of what you’ll say next.

“...about that dish you’re stuck on. And about what you said.. about finding inspiration. Being open to… you know, what’s out there.”

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling at the thought of you thinking of him.

“Yeah I… I think I have an idea,” you declare boldly.

And it may be a baby step, but it’s a baby step towards him, towards who knows what, towards whatever’s ahead of you.

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You pitch the idea to Luca – to explore different mediums of art as a way of seeking out inspiration (and maybe it’s just another excuse to see him too) – and after a few weeks of busy schedules, covering at the restaurant for coworkers-on-holiday, and lining up days off, you and Luca finally make it happen. It’s been over a year now, since the restaurant opened – and almost two since you came to Copenhagen in pursuit of a dream.

“Wait a second. So you haven’t read Rene Redzepi’s A Work In Progress?” Luca asks incredulously looking for confirmation of the obscene tidbit of information you’ve just revealed to him.

“No,” you admit, guiltily stealing a glance his way.

“My god, it’s fascinating! I’ll have to lend you my copy,” he charges forward, solving the problem at hand without question.

“I’d like that,” you smile, almost to yourself as you think about how much you like being around Luca. “And I’d love to hear about your time at noma – what working under him was like.”

“Uh… that’s maybe a different story for a different time,” he deflects with a chuckle, shooting you a look. “Perhaps after a few pints.”

“Heard,” you nod in understanding, turning to him as the two of you find a good place to post up in the park. You and Luca set your lawn chairs down in Kongens Have, or rather The King’s Garden, right behind a row of other lawn chairs set up that face the tent-covered stage.

“It’s good to see you,” you finally say, really taking him in.

“It’s good to see you too. Sorry it’s just working out now,” Luca apologizes emphatically.

“No, it’s okay! We uh… we’re both busy. We both run restaurants. I mean-, I’m surprised we figured it out in time for the show,” you reply, easily letting him off the hook.

“This is pretty cool,” he says, taking in your surroundings. “First time here?”

“Yeah I-, I didn’t make it when I first moved here… and then this time last year I had just opened the restaurant so… yeah first time. You?”

“Yeah, first time,” he echoes with a reassuring nod.

“Really? I just thought-, well, I thought Copenhagen Jazz Fest was like a huge deal here,” you inquire.

He shrugs, responding with, “I reckon you’re a big jazz fan then, eh?”

“Yeah,” you say.

“Have you always been into it or-?” he questions curiously.

“Uh, no. I… my ex,” you hesitate, figuring you should tell Luca sooner rather than later. “... my ex-husband is a music historian so… I got really into it when we first started seeing each other.

He balks, only for a moment, hoping you don’t notice the strong reaction that briefly flashes across his face.

“You were married?” he asks, barely able to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah,” you admit, nervously.

He waits a beat.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” he asks carefully, with an honesty and genuine curiosity in his voice.

“I-I don’t mind. As long as you don’t-,” you stammer, only a little taken aback by the grace he’s shown you.

“Please,” he encourages, listening carefully. “I like learning about you.”

You freeze for a moment, searching for where to begin, and more than anything, in awe of Luca.

“We met right after I moved back home to Boston – right after I finished school,” you begin, watching him carefully for any kind of reaction.

“And it was good. For a long time. But after a few years of being together, his mom got sick and uh… we both decided that we wanted to move to London so that he could help his sisters take care of her. It was just easier… if we got married… with immigration and stuff.”

“But you loved him?”

“Yes,” you answer. “I think… we knew we wanted to stay together… so we took the leap, unafraid of the fact that everything has its expiration date too. Ours just uh, came a little sooner than we expected.”

“What happened?” Luca asks.

You chuckle dryly, racking your brain for the answer to a question you’ve asked yourself a million times.

“Um… moving back home changed a lot, I think. And we met when we were so young that I don’t think by the time we were caring for a sick parent together, we realized we didn’t really even know who we were anymore,” you explain, putting words to a feeling that’s live in your heart for so long – long enough that you’ve barely shared them with anyone else.

“And… I was living in a whole new country without any kind of familiarity. I was homesick, and all of it – it was just really hard on the both of us,” you think through as you speak.

“I think it just made us realize that we had changed… and that maybe we weren’t the same people who fell in love all those years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Luca apologizes, sending you an empathetic glance.

“It’s okay,” you’re quick to reassure him. “It was tough. Don’t get me wrong. Like… really tough. But nothing… horribly wrong happened. Some people can grow together.” You pause, only for a moment. “We didn’t. We… weren’t those people, I guess. So we grew apart.”

Luca takes a few moments to process what you’ve just told him with a pensive look on his face – and you can’t blame him.

He waits a beat, before returning his gaze to you, a respect for you in his eyes: for your honesty, for your story, for your resilience.

“Are you still in love with him?” he finally asks.

It’s a good question – an interesting one – and even more interesting that he asked in the first place.

“There are parts of me that will always love him,” you share, the vulnerability coming more naturally to you as Luca makes you feel more and more comfortable. “He’ll always be a part of me and… I still keep in touch with his family, you know. They became… my family too.” You pause, knowing that you can say this next part with full conviction:

“But to answer your question, no. I'm not… I’m not in love with him anymore.”

Luca nods slowly, almost as if he’s waiting for you to change your mind – to take it back – to say something that convinces him otherwise. But you don’t, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to help himself from giving in to things he’s been feeling for you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I asked,” Luca finally says.

“No I-,” you begin. “I’m glad you did. It feels nice… having someone ask.”

He smiles, “Like I said. I like learning about you.”

And with that, the two of you settle into your lawn chairs as the performers make their way onto the stage. There’s a shift – within the crowd, between you and Luca – as the musicians take their places, ready to perform. With the first few notes, the tuning of a guitar, a few keys on the piano, you feel yourself relax a little, encompassed by the warmth of the Copenhagen summer night.

It’s almost as if telling Luca, sharing this with him, has lifted a weight off of your shoulders – no longer hanging over your head as you go back and forth of when to tell him, and if you should tell him, and thoughts of ‘why the hell are you worrying about this it’s not like he wants to know’.

Except he did and he does because he wants to know you.

And tonight, because he asked, because he’s proven to be a great listener, and because he looks so damn good doing it, you might just let him.

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a/n: ok how the hell are we feeling now that we know a little more about reader, her past, and why she's been holding back?! i honestly wanted to write a character that felt fresh, and different from me/my make my heart surrender character SO yeah, this where we're at --second chances at love and a story about opening up again -- with more to come.

#chef luca #will poulter #luca the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear headcanon #luca x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #chef luca x reader #pastry chef luca #burn your life down

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semperintrepida · 5 months

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I’m behind on tumblr but if you’re still taking writing qs, 5&6 please. Also, 15 fascinates me because I have learned recently of myself that absolutely font matters when writing (work) stuff and i get distracted if it’s not “right”, so if you have thoughts on how font affects your (creative) writing process I’d be interested in hearing! Also, not on the list: do you outline with pen & paper or is it all on the computer?

My deepest apologies, I somehow missed this ask in my inbox and found it yesterday while doing that tarot ask meme.

5. What is an image/set of images that you're particularly proud of?

I've been thinking about my older work lately, so I'll highlight a deep cut that only my OG readers will remember: ALL of the formal Japanese garden imagery in Kunoichi. Yeah, I'm proud of that.

They kept walking, until the path rounded back toward the entrance gate, but Britt stopped Santana before she'd gotten too far ahead. "Over here," she said, and she led Santana to a small, unobtrusive path that headed deeper into the corner of the garden, easily missed if one didn't know to look for it. It led them through a grove of green foliage, the air cool with the promise of moisture, and as they walked further the promise was revealed: a small pond with an island, accessible by two narrow stone bridges. Sunlight filtered down through the pines that ringed the pond and cast the space with a milky glow the color of undyed silk. It wasn't quiet, not with the metropolis around them, but it was peaceful, and the light and the feeling of being surrounded by something sacred made it the kind of place where voices automatically lowered to whispers, where possibilities seemed endless. Santana stood like a stone statue, as still as the waters of the pond, taking it all in. She breathed softly and slowly. They stood there for a long time, saying nothing.

In the beginning of Kuno, Britt is a dead woman walking, surrounded by a sterile, hyper-urban world. But every garden in this story is very much alive, and a long-dormant seed, given the right care, can sprout and blossom again.

6. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

Hoo boy. Yeah, I've got an idea, one I've been kicking around for about a decade now, for an original science fiction book (novelette? novella? who knows?). The protagonist is a woman who's a drill sergeant in a military belonging to an empire involved in an endless war with another empire at a scale where after battles, entire planets are stripped for natural resources, mineral and organic. The protag's recruits are all clones of dead soldiers, who retain traces of their original personality but need to be taught fighting skills, and she forms a connection with one clone soldier, a headstrong woman who has an innate knack for the fighting arts.

The protag trains her clone squad, then sends them off to battle, where they all die and their organic matter is scraped off the barren rocks so it can be used to make more clone soldiers.

Protag is assigned a new squad of clones, same as the first. Forms a connection with the same clone soldier, who is not an exact copy of the previous, but clone personalities never are...

The clones go to battle and die. The cycle repeats, and each time, more of the protag's backstory is revealed, until we find out that the protagonist was once an admiral of the fleet, and the headstrong clone soldier was her wife who died in battle, after which the protag asked to be demoted to the drill sergeant for the clone squad where her (dead) wife's clone would be assigned. It's the only way for them to be together again.

I've never been able to write this thing due to other obsessions getting in the way (*cough*kyssandra*cough*) and the fact that I fucking hate worldbuilding, and unfortunately, expectations around hard science fiction demand worldbuilding to an absurd degree of accuracy. I'm sorry, I'm not going to learn astrophysics so I can write this story.

15. Does font matter to you when you're writing a draft?

Yes, but not in the usual way—at least, not using typical fonts like Times New Roman or Helvetica. I use the same font that I use when writing code: Droid Sans Mono Dotted for Powerline. I've been ruined for anything else.

Bonus Question: do you outline with pen & paper or is it all on the computer?

All on the computer. I used to do a thing where I'd keep track of scenes on bundles of index cards, but these days I find digital notes easier to deal with.

[fic writing questions meme]

#i'm glad you asked #confusedanon #sorry this took so long to answer!#tmi

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tangleweave · 5 months

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Phil: 12. What was your last dream about?

13. What talents do you have?

14. Are you psychic in any way?

15. Favorite song?

16. Favorite movie?

[ Making Acquaintances / Accepting ]

12. Coulson crosses his arms as his eyes flicker through the filenames of the various reports he's scouring, not even straying for an instant to look at Jay as he does so. Twin troughs appear between his eyebrows and one side of his mouth curls up in an almost-smile. "What are you, my shrink now?" he quips, before his arm darts out and his finger flicks forward to touch a filename that's caught his eye.

But it's not a good impression to leave her with, that he won't answer her questions when he's already invited her to ask.

Can you feel that?

Who ordered this?

Mmm. Don't stop.

It was, at the very least, a pleasant dream. A tropical island. The sunlight so bright it hurt his eyes. A scantily-clad woman massaging his shoulders. A man with equally as little in the way of clothing, all beaming smile and mai tai. The normally reserved and stolid agent lying prostrate and topless across a comfortable surface.

"Beach vacation," he replies, adopting his trademark smile. "The kind of place you think you'd like to be, but if you're there for longer than a couple days you start going stir-crazy. Gotta say, I prefer being awake. I get more done."

He looks back to the filename and with another flick of his finger, sends a copy of it to her email. "There. I think that should cover everything your people need." His confused frowning smile returns for a brief moment. "I guess I get why you'd wanna set up shop there, I'd just hate to see the magic take a nosedive."

Can you feel that?

Who ordered this?!

Don't. Stop.

He's not sure whether Jay's smile is just a quirky reflection of his own... or hiding something else.

~*~*~*~

13. He circles around his desk and tugs the chair back, maintaining eye contact with Jay while gesturing to one of the chairs on her side. "May wanna take a seat, we could be here a while. Or... well, I guess I could just give you my CV, if you're that interested."

It's a calculated maneuver, and just as calculated a document he withdraws from a corner drawer of his desk and slides across the surface to her. It lists, in meticulous order, an assortment of skills that would make him a formidable asset in any intelligence-gathering operation. Military endurance training. Weapons training and marksmanship scores. Martial arts expertise. Tactical knowhow. Interrogation success rates. Linguistic fluencies.

The file isn't formatted like a boilerplate résumé, of course. He's never going to take to Indeed in the search for work. This is the kind of thing one intelligence officer hands to another. It looks like an entire feast of red meat to an especially eager recruiter... but each and every item has been crafted to remain as vague as it sounds impressive. For all Jay knows, she might be trying to pull in a Level 2 agent.

Or an accomplished backstabber.

"You should probably be warned, I'm not totally convinced you could pry me away."

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14. "Is that what you meant when you were asking what 'talents' I have?" Coulson smirks again and clasps one wrist with the other hand in front of his belt buckle. "The official position of SHIELD is that we can neither confirm nor deny the existence of psychic abilities among the populace of Earth, since it's really not in our purview. Unofficially? Six to five and pick 'em, maybe someone out there can read minds, but the odds are a lot longer when it comes to inscrutable people like us."

He leans ever so slightly forward and arches an eyebrow at her. "You should call your dad after we're done here. You two might not see eye to eye, but take it from me, you don't want to miss out on what time you can still have with him. And maybe don't feed Jenna quite so many potato chips this week."

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15. The question is put to him as he's perusing the coffee shop's selection. She's swiping through the display of a phone connected to the shop's speaker system via auxiliary cord -- a delightful throwback of barely a generation ago. The advancement of Bluetooth tech has led him to nearly forget how irritating it was to wrangle the rat's nest of cords behind tube televisions.

"If you've got any Radiohead on there...?" he suggests, allowing the edge of his inquiry to trail off into the ether of vague acceptance absent any further elucidation. His tit-for-tat with Jayden oftentimes sinks into the more mundane aspects of their interactions, and putting forth a band name is probably juicy enough that he doesn't need to give her red meat to psychoanalyze. He's not so much a fan of Creep (and by all accounts neither is Radiohead), and he won't say a word about How To Disappear Completely or Let Down... but when the curiously upbeat and lyrically contemplative Go To Sleep starts to strain through the speakers, a few of the wrinkles in his face seem to smooth and settle out as he takes a moment, just a moment, to close his eyes and feel the music.

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16. Coulson sips cautiously at the beverage he ordered -- a simple latte, nothing fancy -- and permits himself an indulged smile. "Wow. This is good. Hope you didn't kill anyone I know for the recipe."

It's become a habit, he supposes, to throw a tangential wrench into the conversation. To trade backhanded compliments and offer up a variety of agency-based innuendos. Talking is a game. It has to be, otherwise he loses his humor... and how many times throughout his career has he been called a G-man? That's the opposite of fun.

Jayden's inquiry comes as less of a shock since trying to chase down his favorite song a few minutes ago, but he does find himself more willing to discuss his favorite film without emotional interdiction. Maybe because movies are less personal to a soul than music? Well, at least to him, that's what it seems.

"I'm sure it's no surprise I'm into history. And I imagine you'd expect something like The Longest Day. Patton. Gettysburg. Maybe even Saving Private Ryan. War films that tout heroism, the ideals of American exceptionalism, that kind of thing." He shrugs. "But those are kind of a dime a dozen. Did you know there are entire societies on the other side of the world that to this day don't even know the U.S. was in the second World War? Of course, chances are their movie theaters aren't showing American war films."

He shakes his head. "Nah, we've got enough film showing off how great we are. We need to have examples of light shining into our own dark places. Actual accountability, even at the highest levels. Regular everyday people bound and determined to do what they're good at, for the sake of everyone else that depends on them. So for my money? It's worth checking out All the President's Men."

~*~*~*~

Two years.

#From Inbox to Outbox | answered asks #Getting to Know Us | about the muses #morgansmornings #jayden morgan #muse: coulson #{ enjoy this SLIGHTLY late series of replies... }

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flamebearrel · 2 years

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Book Bindings

[ID: Digital art of Sylvain and Bernadetta sitting on the floor of the library. Bernadetta pulls her legs into herself while Sylvain gently leans in next to her. Both their faces are semi-obscured by a book Sylvain holds in between them. End ID]

My piece for the Fire Emblem Three Houses gift exchange hosted over on Ao3 and Twitter! Gift for @/crowcinthus ^^ I also busted out my very rusty writing abilities and wrote a short fic for some context.

Word Count: 1332

Characters: Bernadetta, Sylvain (brief mentions of other students, Byleth and Cyril)

Ships: Sylvain/Bernadetta

Other Notes: Post-timeskip, ambiguous route

Ao3 Link

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Bernadetta staggers through the library doors after a mad dash, barely stopping even when she almost crashes into Hilda and then a stray boulder not there five years ago. The floorboards creak their discontent. Finding her way along the wall, she takes a shaky, gulping breath, and collapses.

She really thought she was doing better.

Two weeks ago, when everyone materialized in the Garreg Mach ruins, there was a sweeping sense of relief. As if things had finally slid into place with the sight of each others’ faces. Bernie herself had been drawn into the reunion in those first hours, even daring to step away from the exits.

And then the adrenaline wore away, and with that the appeal. A look around the monastery revealed broken buildings, stripped stables. Too much work for so little a group. The faces she stole glances at were so much more hardened than she remembered. Maybe they’d found time in between escapades to take some tea? That was how they could stand to see each other? In any case, Ferdinand and Lorenz stood with their too-long hair, laughing amongst themselves with a tone just too subdued, and the grass under Bernadetta’s feet felt as foreign as on her first day.

She eases off her gloves by the ring finger. Her hands still wear the same ink stains from that calligraphy session the other night… or the ones from two, three years ago, or a decade, she can’t remember. It’s all the same.

The ink covers her fingers, her forearms, and nowhere else; the world has moved on without her.

“They all must be sick of you, that’s it!” She can feel her mouth fluttering on, just as well, without her. “Now Bernie’s done it! The jig is up, they’ve figured out you’re a fraud, they’ll kick you out and send you right back home!” It doesn’t take long for her to slip back into the “useless, worthless, stupid” mantra she knows so well.

So when Sylvain sharps the corner of the library stairs, she doesn’t even notice.

His footsteps fall harder at the first sight of another, then soften, then pause entirely. Then he rushes down, dropping all the swagger. “Bern, Bernadetta, hey!” Tossing his books to the side, he unhesitatingly slides in. “What’s going on? Can you hear me?”

Her kneejerk reaction is to push him away. Skin-to-armor contact is the chilling result, so she pulls back in. Now there’s nowhere to go. She’s gotten herself cornered. All she can do is stare.

Yet Sylvain doesn’t make a move, except to raise his hands in surrender. The ruffles of his hair fall in a different cadence, she observes, but no more than the wind can tussle them. He still has the same smooth lips, that after a long moment of silence finally open to ask: “...Do you want to talk about it?”

With the clench of her throat holding her back, she can only shake her head.

“I got it. Totally fine.” He carefully takes a seat next to her, beckoning to their surroundings. “Let’s take a minute, alright? What do you see?”

“Uh… books,” she tries, “lots and lots of books. I mean, duh, it’s a library, the dominion of knowledge, that’s never going to change...” Sylvain nods for her to go on. “…It’s quiet for early evening, though. Like the kind of quiet you get when you sneak in after hours - which I totally never did to avoid everybody - but I mean not evening-study-group quiet, not people quiet, not that kind. And there’s rubble over there. And everywhere. That’s unfortunate…” Is she shivering again? “And that sh-shelf’s caved in… my favorite one actually, and now it’s broken, split right in half, and- Oh, I can’t do it!”

“Yeah, okay, breathe… it’s a lot to take in at once, I understand. Why don’t we try something a bit more manageable?”

With that, he scoops the top book off his pile and flips to a page in one swift motion. “‘The white-haired young man, still groggy, reached out for the hand of the figure in blue. He almost didn’t notice the strange mark on his own hand, a pattern of eyes snaking steadily upward.’ Do you want to continue from here?”

Bernadetta gingerly grazes the edges, then skips a little further in. “Let’s see… ‘Narrowly dodging a swing from the masked swordsman, Chrom growled, Tell me. Who taught you to fight like that? He received another swing in response.’”

“That’s a pretty interesting one. I haven’t gotten far, but I heard it saved the series.”

“Uh-huh.” She picks up another and reads out a line. “This is one of the old magic textbooks, isn’t it? And so complicated too… What do you need this for?”

“Just, uh, getting a refresher. I overheard the Professor drafting up their Dark Knight plans for me anyway. Gotta be prepared.” He closes that one a little quicker. “Shall we move on?”

They sift through each title, switching back and forth between pages and lines. The minutes, maybe hours, bleed into each other until the duo comes to a purplish book near the center of the stack.

“‘With a huff-’” Bernie huffs to make a point- “‘Laverne released the arrow into the air and watched it weave through the gathering flock above. She narrowed her eyes to… to its target up a-...’ Hang on.”

She recognizes that scratchy handwriting. And the page numbers line up, albeit on yellowing paper, and the characters and their thoughts and their comforting, familiar world.

This one is hers.

Right on time with her thoughts, Sylvain raises an eyebrow and a smirk. “Seem familiar?”

She brings her eyes up to meet his. “Y-you had it bound?”

“Well, ‘chyeah, I figured why not? Warfare back home can get pretty messy; things disappear all the time. The pages probably would’ve gotten lost too. I know how important this story is to you, so I could at least show it some respect by keeping it together.”

At that, she scoffs. “Hah! Important to Bernie? If it wasn’t for you loving it so much, I would have burned this garbage already.” She’d lost count of how many times Sylvain used to swing by to ask for a chapter update or offer a flowery review. By the end of the school year, she was hiding pages in different places for him to pick up. “I’m surprised you kept it at all, not to mention fancied it up so much.”

“All I did was the casing, I swear. You did all the hard work. It looks different, but the heart of it’s the same.”

She turns it around in her hands, idly running her knuckles along the spine. The heart of it’s the same.

“...It’s nice. Pretty, even! Thank you, Sylvain.”

His smile looks a little more genuine and a little less saucy than usual. “No big deal, just something for a fellow patron of the arts. Are you feeling okay enough to get out of here now? I’d invite you to the dining hall to grab some dinner, but I figure that’s the last place we should go.”

“Yep, not really up for a death wish tonight, sorry! I’m more than ready to head back to my personal haven.” She pauses. “Though, i-if you wanted, you could… walk with me there?”

“I hear you. To your room we go, milady-”

“Hey, anyone in here,” calls a voice sharp as a knock, and suddenly Cyril’s passing by. Sylvain waves a casual greeting, to which he curtly nods back. “Figured as such. Wouldja mind stepping out for the night? I’m closing up early to get some cleaning done.”

She stiffens at the figure who used to be so short now looming above her, but Sylvain rests a steadying hand on her back and helps her up. Hey, on her feet the height difference isn’t actually so large. Maybe she got taller too.

“Come on. Let’s go face the world, together this time.”

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claitea · 11 months

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art fight is soon and i havent done a Single new oc ref since last year

in case you want info on them

esen is the leader of the three-person party of her, dayn and florian after they split from their original parties, since they worked best together. she helps to document heartless behavior and how to fight them and gives that info to the rest of the vulpes union. she's curious to a fault and often gets distracted trying to research new heartless while literally in the middle of fighting them. lives in the lighthouse and sails keykids to the island. sometimes sells her drawings at florian's fruit and veg shop.

chip used to be a very shy kid, until he went on his pokemon journey and learned to come out of his shell. he became a gym leader in the starting town because he knows how scary starting a journey can be and wants to support new trainers. he is the definition of a handholdy tutorial, like if you dont bring a flying type before his battle he'll ask if you want to catch one, before being told off by his sister cassidy for being too coddling and starting the battle anyway. as a surprise he's also the champion of the region, excited to see how you've grown over your journey and fighting you full force.

cassidy is one of the lead developers for tms in the entire world. she's the one who gives you access to the tm crafting service and often appears to check on your progress and give you new tms. since she makes tms she researches pokemon moves; she's the fifth gym leader, part of her gym gimmick is that her pokemon all know torment, to force challengers to show her a variety of moves (and also stop flamethrower spammers she's so sick of this)

kalin is a ballet dancer, inspired by tales of meloetta and the red shoes it lost that fae heard as a kid. fae's mischievous, faer entire gym is designed to scare people. challengers are not told who the gym leader is or what they look like. doors lock behind you and you have to find hiding klefki to pass, a seemingly headless trainer chases you (turns out to be a disguised theatrigus, one of my fakemon), and at the very end theres a hall of portraits of the so far unnamed gym leader dating back to up to 100 years ago, however they seem to not age in any of them. the first pokemon kalin sends in is actually a zoroark to tip the player off that illusions were used to make the gym scarier. after beating the gym, kalin reveals that the gym has been passed down in faer family for years, all to keep the joke going and make it seem like the gym leader is immortal, a real faerie. kalin tells you faer real name and makes you promise not to reveal the gym's secrets. also yes i made a fairy gym leader just to give faer fae/faer pronouns the joke was too easy

not as much to lichen as the others haha. works at reid's coffee shop (another oc i have to fix the ref for but not as much motivation for xem as these other ones), sometimes runs a little arts and crafts event for kids in the shop. loves halloween and horror, outfit always has some kind of bat motif on it. might look scary but is genuinely sweet.

#clai speaks #idk if i will actually make more before july but i was hoping if people Told me who to make first--#--i'd feel like i HAD to. bc i do want to make these refs i just need a nudge

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greyias · 2 years

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Red Flags -- Fandom Edition

I think one of the more frustrating things about this situation* that I inadvertently have found myself in, is that it's really hard to talk about. For many reasons.

*- Exhibit A | Exhibit B | Exhibit C

One is I hesitate to put the name out there of the person who is continually crossing me and my friends' boundaries, not because I have any particular warm and fuzzy feelings for the man, but more because I do not want to either ignite a fandom wank brouhaha where people feel obligated to take a side or a harassment campaign against him. (As much as I dislike him at this moment in time.) But at the same time, as I've seen how… let's say pervasive his behavior is, I wonder if by not actually publicly saying "yes, it's THAT guy" other people in fandom who are on the receiving end of what I was putting up with for years feel just as isolated and cut off as I did.

Because that's ultimately what happened.

There used to be the posts going around that were like "I'm always happy to chat in DMs!" and "feel free to send in asks!", and for a while there I was happily chatting and interacting both in public and private with a wide range of genuinely lovely people. Or even that one genre of post that goes around of "I don't mind if you go in and like a bunch of old posts there's nothing weird about that" -- because there really isn't. It's not weird.

Until it is. Or at least, until one specific person makes it weird when that one specific person does it in a way that crosses a line.

And slowly I stopped feeling like I should reblog those sentiments, or even a lot of different prompts/ask memes/etc, because between the fun asks and interactions I was having with literally every other person on Tumblr, there was this one guy. Who would make it weird. And I felt like I would be inviting him into my askbox and DMs even more.

It wasn't necessarily that he was going through and digging up two to three year old posts and liking them, it was the fact that he'd do that, but then he'd go and leave replies that sometimes sounded like they were composed by the Simpsons Comic Book guy, or were sometimes just were. Weird. Like not the "oh we love Star Wars a lot and can be awkward IRL" kind of weird, but like, fixated on random elements of the posts or my fics or just anything and try to start arguments. Except these were ancient posts, so I was acutely aware that for some reason, he was digging through my blog to find posts that were not well tagged and probably difficult to find, and trying to engage with me in a way that no one else was likely to see.

It was weird, extremely frustrating and uncomfortable when he'd do it, but I rationalized it away that eventually he'd stop. Eventually if I just ignored him, or at best, replied to him extremely bluntly with little way for him to continue a conversation hoping he'd eventually stop.

He didn't, of course, nor was his weird post archaeology/negging routine the first of the red flags.

The first of those started out on FFnet, when, in that website's infinite wisdom they replaced public review replies with a PM system. So when I was innocently replying to a comment left on a fic, unbeknownst to me, I was actually private messaging replies. Which I guess meant we were besties or something, because after a brief, very high level back and forth, suddenly he starts sending me links to fics he's written because he "needs an opinion". This was not a request to beta read something, not even a casual conversation that where I somehow made it seem like that was something I was open to. (Why this is rude and not a thing you should do is another post entirely). It's been several years at this point, but I believe that after that I stopped responding to him on that platform.

And I could be here all day if I tried to explain every single red flag that I ignored or rationalized away. Like him tagging sfw pieces of art as "pinups", leaving weird comments about avatar's clothing choices, body parts, her hair, the same comment almost word for word on three separate posts within a month's time span about a hat, "joking" about paying me money to write fic detailing a nsfw conversation that was alluded to in one story, creating a tag meme about what a bunch of people's OCs smell like (conveniently almost all female creators tagged in the initial round of his digital hair sniffing), saying that I personally invite him to in-game meetups when all I do is make a public post with the basic information on a gathering, bursting into my DMs to interrogate me on why I don't publish on FFnet because it's soooo much better than AO3, complaining about how "people he thought were his friends were saying untrue things about him" etc etc etc.

The point of all of this is, is that at some point, my interaction with the rest of fandom naturally started to wane (as it would if I'm not openly courting it by reblogging ask memes, being social, etc,), and more and more, the person who had made me uncomfortable to begin with, would still haunt my askbox with random comments. It was almost a self-fulfilling prophecy, where it started to feel like if I blocked this one guy, who had a tendency to go from banal to extremely fucking uncomfortable, I'd be somehow cutting myself off from fandom.

Which is, you know, not true in the slightest. I literally have amazing friends that I talk to every day in Discord. But that's how this kind of thing works. And if I felt this way, a person with a good support network, and friends actively encouraging me to firmly establish boundaries, what about others in fandom who may not have a robust support system feel? Are there others out there who feel like they have to put up with untoward behavior from someone who on the surface seems like a BNF, for fear of harassment? Or just losing out on what feels like one of their few interactions on this sometimes disparate social media experience we have here?

And yet it's becoming increasingly clear if you block this guy, he will take that personally and demand an explanation by any means that he can. Evading any boundary that you have set up because I guess he thinks he's entitled to other people's time, energy, and so on.

I hesitate to call his behavior predatory, as unfortunately that has lost much of its meaning in this age of anti/pro shipping nonsense. But it is... it's behavior that is not earnest nor honest. As someone much wiser than me put it, it's more akin to how pickup artists interact with women. None of the interactions stem from a place of respect. It's an act. I don't know the psychology behind what he's doing here, and honestly, I don't care to. I'd just rather be done with it all to be honest. And in theory, he's done with me.

But I know that he's continuing this behavior with other people, because, unfortunately even though I've blocked him and taken every reasonable measure I can to scrub him out from my fandom experience, Tumblr is an imperfect platform, and there are still ways I see him cropping up. So I can see when he sends nsfw-esque fic prompts to writers who don't really write that, or when he sends gushing asks about howwwww cuuuuuute your OC is in that one picture, or especially, when he starts sending asks to almost everyone in my orbit when he didn't interact with them before that seem... let's say. Familiar.

It's annoying af, but I also have to tell myself, in a lot of ways it isn't my business. As painful as that can be to accept. I can't be the arbiter of who people interact with, and nor should I try to act like someone's big sister saying "watch out for that guy" when they haven't asked for my opinion. But what I can do is say this:

If there is an individual who makes you uncomfortable, it is okay to block them. Or ignore them. You don't have to engage (in fact, if you don't, he might eventually go away to more easy prey). But moreover, if for some reason, if any of the above felt uncomfortably familiar to you, and you're feeling isolated and you can't talk to anyone in fandom about this guy's behavior? I hereby welcome you into my DMs, if only so you know that you are in fact not alone.

And here are some red flags you can look out for, but in fandom terms, they may be a bit more insidious than you realize and won't translate 1-to-1 with the way they're traditionally written about when it comes to abusive relationships:

Love bombing

Negging

any behavior that isolates you from a peer group

a feeling like you can't block and/or get away from someone without facing negative consequences

any behavior that feels like it crosses a line from normal fandom interaction, where comfort/norms/boundaries are violated, and you're feeling surveilled or sexually harassed, even if you can't quite put that feeling into words

SOMEONE FOLLOWING YOU TO OTHER SOCIAL PLATFORMS AND/OR CREATING ALTERNATE ACCOUNTS TO DEMAND WHY THEY WERE BLOCKED

I know this seems like one very long venty vague blog since I still haven't named the individual in question, and I guess it is. I really hate that when shit like this comes up you have to choose between making a callout post or a vagueblog, or just silence. But I guess I've gotten to the point where I'm tired of choosing the "silence" option, at least when it comes to this particular situation. And mostly, I just want to leave a word of caution to look out for red flags, and if someone keeps making you uncomfortable, a reminder that you can stop interacting with that person. There are many very lovely and kind individuals within our tiny little fandom, and as long as you engage and interact with them in good faith, you will make friends.

This is stuff we do for fun. No one should have to put up with bad behavior to participate in fandom.

THE END

#sorry no rebagels enabled #this one is just for me #if only to get it off my chest

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utau-bowl · 2 years

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Yui Yuuka Review

Hello! After a long time, I finally have another review that I did for fun. Downloading random UTAUs isn’t something I do much anymore, so I rely on requests, my friends, and social media to show me UTAUs I don’t know of. Yui was assigned to me during UtaPlanet and I liked her voice so much I wanted to talk about it more.

*Art by Deco.

Hear a Sample of Yuuka Yui

Bio

Name: 遊歌ユイ / Yuuka Yui Age: 13 Height: 4′10″ Weight: 90 lbs Nationality/Race: Japanese Voice Actor: shizy/Deco

Yui is a happy-go-lucky junior high student who dreams of being a professional singer. She likes video games and magical girls.

Official Site

Yui doesn’t have a proper homepage or website, but does have a couple wiki pages. Her download is hosted on Bowlroll (password is “yui”). Her voicebank is 407 MB when unzipped, and has fully generated frqs along with partial llsm and pmk files.

First Impressions

Yui is a soft, childish voice with a noticeable lisp. She has a westernized accent since her voice actor is from Canada. It seems her creator is inactive in the UTAU community at present.

Configuration

Yui is a tripitch VCV recorded at C4, G4, C5. She includes glottal stops and vocal fry for all vowel combinations. There are some "extra” sounds like tyu, di, wi, ng, and wu. All the o samples have alternate aliases with を. Overall, the reclist is quite minimal, with just 170 samples. I found that her default vowel endings sounded kind of strange so I ended up using the CV breath samples a lot. The default ones just take the end of an existing string, and by CV breaths, I mean ones that were recorded separately.

The volume and mic quality is consistent overall, making for a clean sound. There are no mic pops or background noises that I found while looking through the recordings. As is expected with the pitches she’s recorded at, she has a very flexible high range. Her C5 pitch actually has a lot of energy, which I love. It’s not really a powerscale, but the lower pitches are softer.

Most of the oto uses whole numbers, with only some entries having the trademark setparam decimals. The overlap of nearly every entry is 100, with the ratio of overlap to preutterance being a consistent 1:3, occasionally 1:2.5.

My recommended flags: F2B0Y0H0C99

My recommended resamplers: doppeltler, world4utau

Final Thoughts

I didn’t have a lot to say about Yui. That’s because her voicebank is very well made, and there’s only so much I could say about her voice type. This is the only voicebank for her the creator ever released, and it works well as a standalone. If they ever came back I would love to see a more powerful Yui voicebank, like the C5 pitch made into an entire bank.

Got any other UTAUs you want me to review? Send an ask!

#utau #utauloid #utau review #review #yui yuuka #yuuka yui #long post #blog

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Hi! I just wanted to say that as someone who also struggles with depression /anxiety disorder, suicidal ideation, self-esteem issues and CFS (plus ADHD on top of that lol) I understand how hard and frustrating it can be to go through everyday life, and painful to the point where fiction (TV shows, music, books) becomes the only source of solace and comfort. No matter what anyone might say, our attachment or love for them isn't somehow less because they are imaginary. You're valid, ad your feelings are absolutely valid too. I'm sorry to hear you're struggling with insomnia and isolation as well, and I'm sorry to hear about your dad. I wish him to recover soon, and also hope that you and your family will be okay. You're a very brave, a very strong, kind and sweet person, you also have a brilliant, insightful mind and I'm honored to know you (even if it's just in a virtual Tumblr space). Your blog has become my source of comfort too, in time of especially trying and anxiety-filled days. I'm wishing you all the best and sending you lots of hugs and lots of love ❤️ May September bring you joy and peace. Be safe.

sweetheart 🥺😭💕 this is incredibly kind - i teared up reading it, and my mom asked me if everything was okay, so i let her read it and she cried too! good tears though ;___;

thank you very much for your thoughtfulness, and for sharing your own struggles and understanding with me so openly. it's hard to fully explain sometimes what it's like living with certain conditions to people who haven't experienced them, but knowing others get it and that we're not alone is a source of solace, even though i wish you didn't have to go through that and that it could be alleviated for you. 💙 and of course the physical difficulties impact the mental ones, then vice versa, it's such an interconnected cycle. it's especially difficult to grapple with those things when they're "invisible" - no one can see you're hurting or ill, but that doesn't mean it isn't real and often exhausting.

what you told me is the same i would say to you - you are completely valid and worthwhile and deserving, and your thoughts and feelings matter, and your love for fiction and art is absolutely real and consoling. the tag i use, "the consolation of imaginary things," is only half a quote. the full quote is: the consolation of imaginary things is not imaginary consolation. those comforts are SO important, not only because they give us escape and something to love, but because they make us think, they exercise our empathy, and even when we might be isolated in other ways, they provide us connection to one another. the grace of having a link to someone like you is entirely because of a story that we love! that's amazing, i truly believe there's a magic in that. it's so wondrous that we can meet and know one another - even if the space is virtual, it's real too! we're expressing ourselves and writing instant letters to one another. i consider that a constant blessing in my life.

i'm so grateful and touched by your lovely words and well wishes, and it's an honor to know you too. if my silly little blog can provide you any comfort, it makes it infinitely more meaningful to me. there is such a sense of joy in that and it reminds me how worthwhile it is to be here. you all certainly bring light to my days! i wish the same joy and peace to you, and i hope september wraps you up in warmth and contentment and happy moments! please remember you're welcome to stop by any time and that i'm sending love and the biggest hugs back your way.

#🥺💗#i have a reply on a post from you that's weeks old at this point that i meant to respond to and i've just been overwhelmed/scattered #but i LOVE to read your thoughts and replies <333 #snowstormserenade #letterbox #people are too nice to me #things to remember

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Truly I love chapter 77:

this bit of panic made Luo Wenzhou’s heart throb more distinctly than Fei Du’s earlier seductive arts. His throat moved slightly. He had a strong impulse to kiss Fei Du again and resisted only with difficulty, slowly relaxing his hold.

“You aren’t afraid I’ll hurt you, you’d hand over your body and your life to me without a care, but you’re afraid of me asking a few immaterial questions,” said Luo Wenzhou. “Is telling the truth for once harder for you than dying?"

(This entire part really sums up their relationship: fei du does wholly trust him yet is scared to open up, Luo wenzhou is capable of opening him up anyway as he proceeds to with the conversation)

At the time, transmigrating into the Qing Dynasty and marrying a prince was all the rage among girls. Sometimes I’d hear my female classmates discussing it and I’d think, if I were going to transmigrate, I’d go back to the Victorian era to ferret out Jack the Ripper.

(It's just so funny and fitting to me Luo wenzhou hears about Jade Palace Lock Heart type craze and instead of a romantic fantasy the fucker is like: well I WOULD stop historical murderers!)

Things like keys locked into houses, lost dogs, little brats knocking each others’ teeth out in a fight, the tenant upstairs springing a leak… Everyone and their mother comes to you with their trifles. The biggest thing we’d be responsible for was catching a few pickpockets. The only thing that could be called a ‘case’ was your family’s business, and it seems my handling wasn’t all that satisfactory. I did that for a year and thought that if I had to do any more I’d hang myself, so I simply dragged Tao Ran to test into positions at the City Bureau—and in fact we got in afterwards because I called in some connections.”

At this point, Luo Wenzhou himself shook his head. “But then it wasn’t any better at the City Bureau, with everyone knowing you were a fastidious but incompetent child of an official. I’d get reprimanded every day, especially by Lao Yang. He’d say all kinds of ugly-sounding things, make me do anything no one else was willing to do, as if he had some grudge against me. Every day I was mistreated, and every month I’d get my bit of wages that wasn’t enough to buy cigarettes with. I forced myself to stay for half a year. I had my letter of resignation all printed and was about to send it up when Lao Yang told me to come with him to get in touch with an informer. We were investigating a prostitution gang.

“That kind of gang will usually be somewhat of an underworld nature. Many girls had been abducted and coerced by them using all kinds of tricks. Lao Yang was talking to the informer when, all of a sudden, a girl with her face all bloody ran out. There were two guys with sticks and switchblades chasing her. The girl was crying and calling for help as she ran, and everyone around was acting like they’d seen it all before. The hot blood rushed to my head and I ran over to fight them. When I’d shaken them off, another crowd appeared.”

Luo Wenzhou spread his hands. “Have you ever stirred up a hornet’s nest?”

“…Why would I want to stir up a hornet’s nest?” said Fei Du.

(It's interesting getting a backstory explanation whenever we get one)

Luo Wenzhou sighed rather pityingly. “Then I’m afraid you can’t understand the situation we were in—but even though we got into a gang fight, we did save the girl. Lao Yang got cut on the backs of his thighs and his back to shield me, and broke a kneecap. In the end, even though I’d made such a mess, he didn’t reprimand me first thing afterwards. He even said that although I was unreliable, there was something of a policeman in me. Maybe he’d reprimanded me so much I’d developed Stockholm syndrome. I was totally overcome at hearing an occasional good word. I went home and tore up the letter of resignation, and from that time on I became the old man’s devoted dog.”

Fei Du’s expression softened, even showing a trace of a smile.

(Aww ;-; )

“But that isn’t the important point of this story.” Luo Wenzhou dropped his purposefully entertaining playful tone, his voice becoming grave. “The important point is, the injury to Lao Yang’s knee remained. He was also fat. The older he got, the worse it got. He was more accurate than the weather forecast when it was about to rain. Whenever he could avoid taking the stairs, he absolutely wouldn’t take the stairs. But when he gave up his life in an underpass crossing a street on the way home from buying groceries at the market, there was clearly a pedestrian crossing fifty meters away.”

***

Coincidence, unassailable cause and effect, an old criminal policeman dying for a just cause. It was a perfect accident—

“I mentioned this suspicious point at the bureau,” said Luo Wenzhou. “My colleagues and superiors all cooperated to investigate and collect evidence, and in the end we came up empty-handed. You know, when someone dies a violent death like that, their friends and relatives often can’t accept it, often imagine a hypothetical murderer, so there’s a direction for them to vent their grief in…”

Fei Du responded, “Just like me back then.”

“Like you back then.” Luo Wenzhou suddenly grabbed his hand. Fei Du subconsciously pulled it back, but the man gripped it tighter. “After that happened, I dimly sensed that perhaps there was some basis for you to question the outcome of your mother’s case so fiercely, but, Fei Du—”

Luo Wenzhou looked up at him. “You can remember her forever, never abandon your search for the truth, but you can’t trap yourself inside it. Actually, what I forgot to say to you that day…”

Fei Du used a bit of strength, forcefully pulling his hand away. “The cause of her death isn’t what’s trapping me.”

Luo Wenzhou froze.

“It’s not that.” Fei Du shook his head and averted his gaze, staring at the ashtray on the table. He was silent for a long time. As if using up the last of his strength, he forced out, “I know how she died… It’s not that.”

If a soul could sweat, Luo Wenzhou would have been drenched. He’d really used up everything he had to pry Fei Du’s mouth open a crack. He hurriedly followed up, “You know how she died?

If a soul could sweat, Luo Wenzhou would have been drenched. He’d really used up everything he had to pry Fei Du’s mouth open a crack. He hurriedly followed up, “You know how she died?”

Fei Du firmly clenched his teeth, as tense as a string about to snap.

Luo Wenzhou was about to say something milder when Fei Du abandoned his guest in the living room, wordlessly standing and walking straight to a bedroom on the second floor.

(And here we are. As Luo wenzhou says, he used up all his strength only to pry open fei du emotionally a little. Just a little. But more than he knew before)

#silent reading #lb

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lawyeryuri · 1 year

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The heart thing but im not gonna describe how to kill you cause youre a cool mutual however i wanna hear what makes naruto a good anime and also what makes it bad also i wanna hear your favourite headcanons of the guy on your pfp and sakura if you have any

I wanna hear you absolutely infodumps me into oblivion. Obliterate me with your naruto facts, headcanon and whatever in betweens. Take your time to answer this i will be waiting, until that here take this cat with ya ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

(giggles and kicks my feet) thank you so much for this ask!!! ^_^

ok so what makes Naruto a good anime in my opinion are the characters, their emotions and how they relate to one another. (also it's like really gay) Naruto has a pretty big cast and a ton of filler episodes, so a lot of the time, it's used to get into different character combinations, specifically at the end of the original series, with the 80 episode stretch of filler, (honestly a bit excessive) that's basically just naruto hanging out with the other teams. filler is truly a double-edged blade, because if its not good, it is a SLOG... i didn't skip any episodes until like ep 450, where it breaks from the war (exiting, fun, plot-relevant) to cut to a parallel universe retelling of THE ENTIRE SERIES UP TO THAT POINT. it lasts like 20 episodes, and sasuke's a cop (old, dumb, acab)

another gripe i have with Naruto (the show) is best summarized by that post that's like "i miss when naruto ran around and bit people. now he's just a liberal" cause he kind of stops growing as a person at age 16. "as soon as you question your ideals, it's all over" ok buddy. how about you learn and grow with your experiences. other than that that though love the show, though I do think it's an interesting choice to redeem/offer justification for every single (canon) villain in the whole series.

OK my favorite head cannons for rock lee (pfp guy) and sakura... I think that rock lee speaks without contractions because he wants to give every sentence his all, and not take the easy way out. in a filler episode, rock lee builds a training dojo, and I think that's super in character for him, and I bet tenten helped him fix it up, and she's got a tool closet in there or something. I also hc that bor🤢 boruto Era 🤮 lee is like a taijutsu teacher and works with shino. as for sakura, I think she and Lee spar together all the time so she can improve her speed. I also hc her as an aro lesbian because I can #relate to.. the whole sasuke deal. I also feel like she would take up art, once she takes a break from work.

I actually also have a theory about naruto (the boy) I've never talked about, I actually think naruto can sense chakra signatures. this is because he sensed zabuza during the land of waves arc. it would also make sense that his sensing ability is just enhanced by sage mode instead of pulled out of nowhere. not to mention that the most powerful and precise sensor introduced is an Uzumaki as well. (shout out to my girl Karin) probably the reason it never comes up is because he doesn't know what a sensor is 💛

uh wow that got long. starting this I was worried I didn't know enough about naruto to infodump, for some reason (I've literally been obsessed since February why would I think that) anyways THANK YOU SO MUCH for sending this ask, it literally made my week :D💛💛💛 I know for a fact you are also a very cool mutual (I have no lame mutuals) and have a great week!

#I didn't even mention shino or team taka or sasuke or yams or Sai or kakashi anyway point is I'm full of love for these dudes #anon #someone asked a #💞💚

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anisotropism · 10 months

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The Same Story

Sequel to The Different Story

It’s August, and I’m sitting in a hotel lobby in California, thinking about who I am and what I want to become in the next year. Somewhere distant, a forest died when the rain never came, and the air outside is thick with smoke and ash. The future seems just as hazy and uncertain. I’ve felt like I’ve been in stasis. For the last few years, everyone has had to be more reclusive, and nothing has really changed in my life as a result.

There’s a catharsis in repetition; the first time that you are forced to confront life’s undesired moments, there are questions of uncertainty (Will you ever get to do the things you want to do? Can you ever have what you want? Is this the way that you must always live your life now?), but you get used to writing the same story, living as if things will be different. No part of you really knows how it ends.

I’m returning to New York City soon, where I will be far from the smoke and ash, and things will be different.

It’s September, and you message me from out of the blue to tell me that you will be moving to New York City. It’s been years since we last saw each other, years since we last spoke with each other, and years since we last danced.

I still remember what that was like before it all came grinding to a halt: infrequent moments of connection between the separate lives we lived. You were the first person to ever ask me to dance at a social, and I’ve been unafraid to do what feels right at social dances ever since. Another time, we earned third place in mixed-proficiency cha-cha. We weren’t close, so I didn’t say goodbye when I returned to New York before the pandemic. I guess I didn’t need to.

We talk about the prospects of what dance will be like in New York when everything reopens–this world is entirely different from the one we were used to, with its drama and politics. I have the connections that come with living in the city where all of it happens–growing up with people who have since gone into that world, but I feel more like a spectator than a participant. I can’t see it, but I can sense the trepidation that you have moving into a new part of your life, potentially stepping into this kind of world, and I share what information I can to help you find peace.

You send me a picture of yourself with my old dance partner, one of my best friends. Though she lives in a different city, I still regularly keep in touch with her. I marvel at the fact that fate has brought us all back together in a different world than the one we first met in. In many ways, we are living the same lives we used to.

I send you a list of parks and museums in New York and bid you good night. We joke about sticking to reasonable sleep schedules and promise to explore New York together.

It’s October, and our first planned outing is to Chelsea Market. We have your favorite for dinner, Thai food. Afterward, we walk over to the High Line and stroll across the meandering elevated tracks after dusk.

We stop to sit by an overlook of Ninth Avenue, talking about everything and nothing. I think about how fleeting the details of these moments are to memory. Having been to this very place many times before, I haven’t really thought about what those moments were like. Then again, I’ve rarely been here with anyone else. Below us, the drivers are in a hurry to reach their next destination, but we’re up here enjoying being present, in no hurry to move on to the next big thing.

Somehow, we end up on the topic of the names our parents gave us. I write my name out for you on a note in my phone.

“What does it mean?” you ask.

“To proclaim honesty or integrity,” I reply.

You then tell me your name and marvel at how I write it out in one try on the same note.

“What does your name mean?” I ask, although I already know just from reading it.

“The scent of forest rain,” you tell me.

We decide to continue our trek northward. We pass by another mile of city skyline and the various art installations of the park. I tell you about the different parts that I have seen in past iterations of the park, about how I have seen it back in the days when it was coming together piecewise to become the attraction that it is today and that we should come back during the daytime for a completely different view. From your vantage point above, you cheekily reach down and tap the top of my head.

I finally bring up a question that has been weighing on me all night: “Is this a date?”

You pause for a moment, “I don’t think so.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding in, “Good. I didn’t think this was one, and I think both people should agree for it to be one. The whole notion of dating as getting to know a stranger before you pursue a relationship with them is so off-putting.”

You agree, “I would like to get to know someone first before I consider starting a relationship with them. I don’t believe in trying to make things work out with someone I barely know.”

A park ranger tells us that the High Line is closing. I offer to walk you back home and you accept—it’s one more way that I can ensure that there will be peace for you in New York.

It’s November, and we’re having a video call in the middle of the night. It’s been a month since you moved to New York, and things haven’t gone the way you’ve wanted. I can see the held-back tears of frustration as you wrestle with the notion that life has not been all that you have hoped for. I tell you not to bottle things up, as they will inevitably come back to collect their due. It’s been two months, and although you’ve taken up dance practice again, it’s been impossible to find a partner for competition. You’ve had recommendations and practice sessions, but nothing further. Before we sign off for the night, I tell you that things will be okay and that you can call me anytime you need to talk.

We continue our conversation throughout the month, with new topics trickling in. One day, you ask me about dating life.

“You have plenty of time,” you tell me.

“Time isn’t the issue,” I respond, “I stand by the principle that I’m not going to interfere in someone’s pursuit of happiness. Between that and just how few people in my life are actually people I could date, things don’t work out.”

“What are you looking for in a partner?” you ask.

“I really don’t need anything from people. That dynamic holds true in the other direction for me as well. I want someone who doesn’t need me but wants me to be around and wants me to be with them. Beyond that, having shared values and being a dancer will probably cut out a lot of the drama.”

I leave off there. There is an entire history of why I look for the things I do, but that is a different story for another time.

It’s December, and you convince me to start going to dance lessons again. I had all but stopped years ago, when it became clear that I would never be able to achieve what I had wanted to years ago, but I decide to humor you and accompany you to a group Latin lesson. I revive my practice of taking notes, this time more meticulously, and we exchange them afterward.

We also make plans to go to a holiday dance party, a large one that essentially signifies the reopening of social dance in New York. We dance the night away like we did all those years ago. As we’re leaving, you playfully reach up and tap the top of my head.

We bump into an acquaintance, someone you’ve been practicing with often. On the long walk to the train station, we talk about the lives that competitive ballroom dancers live in New York.

“If things ever get too overwhelming, I can always hold him off while you make a run for it,” I say to you in jest.

“Yeah, yeah. Nobody is going to touch your girl,” he responds dismissively.

As we continue toward the station, you don’t correct him. I wonder if you really do consider yourself mine, and if you consider me yours. I suppose that we will have to have that conversation at some point.

On the escalator ride down into the train station, I get my revenge: I rest my arm on the top of your head. You’re on the step below, and you no longer have the reach to get me back.

It’s January, and you’ve come back from a vacation trip to Portugal. You bring me a bookmark as a souvenir. On it, you write your well-wishes to me for the new year: “I hope that the new year brings you success in all that you put your mind and energy towards, much inspiration, making new adventures, incredible and inspiring people in your life, and much laughter, joy, and fulfillment!” I keep it in the notebook that I use to record dance notes from our weekly group lessons. In it, I’ve written down your notes and mine.

After one such group lesson, as we’re walking up your street, you ask me what my intentions are with you.

“I feel like I’ve been leading you on, and I don’t want you to get hurt,” you tell me.

“I haven’t asked anything of you,” I reply, “I just care that you’re safe and that you’re happy.”

It’s February, and we go out to Beauty and Essex for drinks with a friend from our group dance lessons. We order some drinks and an assortment of desserts that come in a miniature Ferris wheel. The pattern of lights follows the spokes, lining up no matter how you look at them.

We’re partway through the desserts when our friend asks you, point blank: “What do you look for in a partner?”

You respond without hesitation, “I want someone who is passionate about doing good or in pursuit of a specific cause, someone who is unwavering on their values, someone who can do a lot of things and is able to be both logical and artistic. Obviously, they should also be caring and supportive, but they also should be able to have their own life and their own goals to work toward. The problem is that historically, all the guys I’ve liked haven’t been interested in me.”

I don’t really remember the rest of the conversation. As we’re finishing our food and drink, I keep thinking about how we are similar people, and we look for the same things. I wonder if you were thinking about me or maybe even describing me when you answered that question.

It’s late when we depart. It’s become routine at this point for me to take you home when it gets this late. On the train, you ask me if you can invite our friends and put together a birthday celebration for me because you value being able to make the people that you care about happy. I tell you that I would prefer not to do so. My birthday and the reasons I don’t celebrate it are an atypical story, and if you had asked to privately celebrate it, I would have obliged you. I just don’t celebrate it anymore, but I make sure that I remember to do so for everyone I am close to. In fact, I already have custom-made mugs ready for your birthday. You fall asleep next to me, and I can’t help but think that I’ve come to be seen as an extension of yourself.

I wake you up when it’s time to get off. It’s still a twenty-minute walk until we reach your apartment. You ask me how I manage to stay awake despite the late hour.

“When necessary, I keep myself going until I see things through,” I reply.

As we walk the remaining distance to your place, you burst into an impromptu round of singing I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. I join in for a bit, but all I can think about is how angelic you sound.

It’s March, and we still send each other notes from group dance class weekly. We talk about practicing solo, and how much we can possibly improve without a partner. You tell me about being able to have a practice session with our friends, both past and present, and seeing how much progress they have made.

On one of our late trips home, you ask me for space so you can get closer to the people you are interested in.

It’s April, and I’m holding you as we’re sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night. You tell me that for months, you’ve tried to make progress in the parts of your life we talked about back in November. Although you found a dance partner, the resultant pressure and stress made it impossible for you to do other things with your life, and even though you had the results that you wanted, it wasn’t the life that you wanted to live. Although you’ve went on dates with the people you were interested in, you feel that you either didn’t make any progress toward building a relationship, or that you screwed things up, and that there wouldn’t be any chances to try again. You tell me about what life was like before things opened up again and what life was like when you were much younger. All the things bottled up come pouring out. Above all else, you feel that you have been in a constant state of turmoil and are desperately searching for peace.

I think about how much we share the same story in the disparate paths that have led us to this point. It’s this alignment of who we were and who we are that convinces me that I should hold onto the role that I occupy, and to make good on my promises to you. In our messages, I add one more to the list: I will be there for you when things get bad. I’m not doing it out of a sense of obligation or in expectation of something in return. I’m not making a tough decision to support you when it feels like everything sucks, or even when one thing sucks. I want to be that person. I can’t fight your battles for you, but I can make sure that you won’t be alone when you do so.

It’s May, and I’m reminiscing about how we promised to explore New York together, how fleeting details remain in my mind as we share the meanings of our names, how we came to embrace the late night as our shared time, how we danced some of those nights away, how we share the desire for the other to find what they want, how we knew and tried to be what the other wants, how we tried to help each other improve, and how I held you in your turmoil. I wonder if you ever think of these things. Mostly, I just wonder if you do these things with him.

We haven’t had any communication since April. I see the events that you attend, the pictures that you’re tagged in from ballroom competitions and the fulfillment of having a year of bonding with your team. I see you celebrating friendships with the friends you knew before me, and I see you meeting with the friends who came after me. I see you slipping away into the world that everyone else has gone, the one where I am merely a spectator, and not a participant, and I already know what happens next. I have shown you that you are the one who has been with me all this time, and there may never be another to occupy that space. I’ve never asked you to stay; whether I ask them to stay or not, people have always left anyway. I can only wait for a message, any message, from myself to know what comes next. Back in December, we traded names in our private conversations, and they’ve been set that way ever since.

There’s a catharsis in repetition, knowing that when I confront life’s undesired moments, I finally have answers to the uncertainties: I will never get to do the things I want to do; I will never have what I want; this is the way I must always live my life. I suppose I will get used to living the same story, writing as if things will be different. I wish it wasn’t so, but some part of me has always known how it ends.

Outside, smoke and ash have obscured my view of the city skyline. Somewhere distant, a forest died when the rain never came, and I won’t know if it ever grows back.

I can’t see it, but I know that you’ve found your peace.

It’s June. It’s just June.

#anisotropism #writing #yearoftransformation #writerscreed

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hi ess <3

lily best milf ever SO TRUE!!!! & i did see theinvisiblemuseum's art its SO good i love their art sm.

tay time! closure, out of the woods, & clean <3

and omg pink lemonade! i loved that fic it was so good. (im trying to get my fic rec for u but AO3 IS DOWN RN. UNBELIEVABLE!! ill have one for next time i promise)

chatting time <3

having a pic of a pigeon as a souvenir from a trip is pretty funny tbh. imagine travelling across the world and the only thing u brought back was a single photo of a kinda-ugly bird.

podg ben & dune timmy❤️ im so excited for the next dune film purely for more scenes editors can use for reg. like yes i like the dune series but im a simple woman. i have priorities.

medium well on an exam is better than medium bad !! i think its a cause to celebrate. also i hate it when everyones talking about the answers they got and u got something completely different. i start panicking so bad.

we truly did win the bff lottery. get urself a friend who brings u food in the rain and dances in the kitchen to jazz with u or threatens to send u to a mental hospital. theyre rare.

tbh kentucky seems like the kind of place to have colonel sanders just everywhere. thats their pride and joy he must be displayed. i bet they have tons of kfcs too.

L & E AND L & B FTW!!! so real. and u have a marriage pact? thats so cool. liv has a long term bf so we dont but if i asked her to she might leave him so. i did have a marriage pact with another good friend but she moved away </3

and omg i hate condescending people sm. they piss me off so much like STOP UR NOT BETTER THAN ME!! especially if shes asking if u know what a computer processor is like girl who cares there are bigger things to worry about i promise.

LIKEAFUNERALL'S XENO>>>>> pandora was winning fr.

gary oldman and timmy in the same video = literal jumpscare. and yes ive seen that pic of ben & andrew and i literally cried. i thought it was edited at first but it wasnt and i cried . #wolfstar

a hozier concert would fix me and i truly believe that. also my entire tiktok fyp is just edits with work song now?? like how does it know we were talking abt that song on here. i fear tiktok is spying on me .

and omfg. i have seen the jesus/judas edits. at first they were really funny like why are people making jesus fancams.....but then they got like actually kinda sad and i felt bad for jesus. like sorry u had shitty friends man . i promise ur really popular nowadays </3

i swear harry is being americanized. he spends so much time there hes forgotten his roots and that the rest of the world exists. like why does he need to do several shows in la or nyc when he can travel elsewhere !!

i dont trust people who dont scream cruel summer ESPECIALLY "he looks up grinning like a devil" like its a scream-or-nothing situation.

piss & gladiators <3 sorry rome but its true. maybe i can fit something else in there. rome, the eternal city of piss , pickpockets, and gladiators.

u should totally give them detentions. abuse ur power. especially if theyre making u late to exams?? so rude of them tbh.

i hate being full named sm. luckily im the one who full names liv and not the other way around so i can live in peace <3

im always seeing art with lil baby harry calling remus his uncle moony and it KILLS me every time. :((

also omg "dumpydumpster"..... fuck that old man fr.

book lovers>anyone else!!!! i cant imagine being with someone who doesnt know who remus lupin is its just not happening.

yes chess!!! every time i play i channel all my beth harmon from queens gambit energy. even if i lose it doesnt matter im still slaying.

u know putting down an answer for every question on ur exam is all that matters !! its better than nothing and i live by that.

annotating books for each other>>> i had a friend and her and her gf annotated sappho's poetry for each other. it was so fucking sweet i wanted to cry.

and hozier writing a song abt u?? literally my cause of death. get urself someone who will write a beautiful song abt u <3

i wanna go to portugal so bad. i looked up the sanctuary of our lady fatima and it looks so peaceful <3 i love old churches tbh they always have such a nice calming vibe. and omg algarve?? that looks SO NICE!!! i need to be at a beach there rn. and all the food sounds so good. im so hungry now.

oh what id give to have james' no-hangover power......that should be me.

the ship name moonwater kills me cause like why are we using reg's cause of death😭 give him a break !!!!!

omg secondary house slytherin!! welcome <3 & the only reason i have so many patronuses is cause i was unsatisfied with the first few so i retook the test a bunch LOL. i figured raven was good enough so i left it at that.

dairy queen <3

"ex gifted kid now try hard" SO TRUE!!!! why cant things just be easy now .

omg timmy tim at the oscars! if i see two timmys this year ill know whats up.

american chocolate is SO GROSS like i know canada has a lot of american chocolate too but at least we have SOME european chocolate thats actually good.

sadly the snow is pretty much gone :( it rained and now its just mush. bad day for snowmen enjoyers.

wait thats so funny to have a taller georgie i love it. and a shorter clown thats hilarious id laugh so hard

killing barty is so funny to me. like yes i like him but yes he absolutely deserves it.

ill make liv get that tattoo even if its the last thing i do idc.

hoarding nail polish and lipstick> so real of u. my nail polish collection is way too excessive and some colours are just Not it. like girl why do u need 3 different browns theyre so ugly.

that quote kills me every time i read it ( i had to read that play for a class and it was like a slap in the face fr.)

mskingbean knows whats up. and omg yes little women references<3333 they take me out every time i read them.

seeing seth rogen & john mulaney was really weird but u know whats weirder? seeingf the entire riverdale main cast walk by only for a literal train of teenage girls run after them. im not kidding it was so funny.

humpty dumpty party mix is a such a funny name ur so right actually. it even has a little humpty dumpty egg guy on the bag i love it <3

omg lover being ur first dance song <3 its the perfect song for that fr. but yes rep is perfect for when ur needing to feel like a criminal !!

fr seeing the parthenon changed my life. i need to go back or ill perish.

i think harry would be proud if he knew i came out to his song tbh. but lu figuring u out? SO REAL. liv already had her suspicions and after the crying told me i radiate "potent bisexual energy" so.

r(edge) 4ever idc. it just sounds sm better.

AHAHA va fa napoli kinda is a swear, it doesnt actually have a bad meaning but it basically sounds like "vaffanculo" which means basically "fuck you" or "go to hell". & omg wanting to learn swedish for young royals MOOD!! i took french throughout all of primary school and im still shit so. bad canadian over here

ur qs

being a gold digger is so real of u. i support this endeavor.

lily evans is such marriage material its not even funny!!!!!

SIX LANGUAGES!!!!! THATS SO COOL!!!!! we got the rosetta stone over here people. i had a friend who was gonna teach me some hindi but she moved away

topaz obsidian & amethyst <33 all so cool.

u should totally watch it, its so good. the last episode where that quote was from was genuinely the most heartbreaking and beautiful episodes of television ive ever watched like ever. it was so good.

forests <333 love myself a nice lil sun dappled forest with woodland creatures wandering about. tbh where i live u can visit all 3 at the same time so i could never pick just one.

omg a hairdresser i love that. im actually my own hairdresser (ie i dont wanna pay for a professional so i just cut and dye it myself) i wanted to be a makeup artist but that dream didnt last long.

wait cancer thats actually cool. i dont think many people know much about how it works & biology is so fascinating sometimes. and yesss ofc platonic soulmates <333 we dont have time for superficial friends!!!

timmy and louis <3 (get louis away from grandma STAT!!!!) ofc flo and zendaya. excellent choices.

*gasps in spotify user* okay but to be fair apple music & spotify are like nearly identical at this point. i only use spotify cause i dont wanna move all my music to apple music itd take way too long.

i love canis major sm. and draco too its such a cool looking constellation.

AWW i love that sm. cant believe he danced better than u thats hilarious. he came to slay and to slay ONLY!!! and the toaster gift? thats so funny and sweet. i hope hes ready to slay again at the next wedding🕺

omg wingstop i want so bad too. they make it sound so good and i need to try it before it die. and omg birria tacos are SO good. highly recommend.

answering qs

ive got a few topics actually: the life of agrippina the younger (emperor nero's mother) and her rise and fall to power; the sociopolitical role of a woman in sparta versus athens; lord of the rings as a whole; the tragedy of star wars and the themes of hope and rebellion. oh and space! i love space and astronomy sm.

worst advice ive ever given: i accidentally helped someone get rejected💀 it was the guy who liked me on and off during high school, he liked this other girl for a bit and asked me what he should do, so i told him to be honest with her and tell her how he feels or else nothing will ever happen between them, so he did and she turned him down for being too forward. oops! at least hes not into women anymore.

worst advice ive taken: tbh ive got no idea. i can be a very paranoid person so when people give me advice i take extra care to think it through so ig ive managed to avoid shitty advice.

which element id be: bismuth bc its symbol is Bi <3 and its rainbow and cool. gay element fr.

undercover spy name: this is so lame but if we're going along the james bond theme id go with 008 cause my fav number is 8.

savoury or sweet: savoury forever. i love sweet stuff but its easy to get sick of it if u have too much.

fav friend: phoebe!! also monica but only bc im a clean freak like her & i also love to cook.

3 wishes: gimme a couple million dollars, the power to stop racism/homophobia, and an endless supply of pasta and im a happy girl.

how long id last in a zombie apocalypse: id like to imagine id be absolutely killing it out there but id probably freak out and die like right away. id at least try and be the best doomsday prepper i could possibly be but i cant even drive so i dont think im lasting long

fav stone: opal! biased bc its october's birthstone but its so pretty. i also love emerald cause thats my fav colour. also malachite. very pretty colour.

fav constellation: scorpio (again, biased. but its cool looking), canis major, leo, & lupus. i cant choose just one.

weirdest dream: i once dreamt that i had lunch with anne hathaway?? it was just a normal lunch. i think i had like mac and cheese or something. i woke up very confused.

worst dream: i once dreamt that i got pregnant and my mom kicked me out & when i woke up all i wanted to know was who the father was tbh.

best dream: i once dreamt that i was living my normal life but my soulmate was there and it was great. except they didnt have a face cause idk who my soulmate is but at least i got to have a dream about it.

timmy or ben: timmy. i love ben but timmy will always be it for me. lil timmy tim girl since day one💪

movie food: popcorn for sure but also reese's! sometimes gummy worms if they have them.

last text i sent: i told one of my friends to watch lockwood & co. on netflix. v fun lil ghost hunting show based on a book series, highly recommend!

last text i got: one of my old roommates said "im always thinking about morbius" like okay girl!

phone calls or text messages: text messages!! phone calls make me so anxious. text messages at least give u time to think of a response if ur anxious. phone calls are merciless and will expose ur antisocialness.

greek tragedy hero: i got achilles. not sure how i feel abt that but okay! (omg u got orpheus thats the best possible answer imo!!)

fav meme: idk if i have one specific fav meme but dumb tiktok humour gets me a lot. back in the day old vine humour was hilarious to me (def mostly cringey now but oh so nostalgic)

qs for u!

whats something on ur bucketlist?

do u have any hobbies?

fav app on ur phone?

least fav icks?

what would u do if u won the lottery?

do u believe in ghosts/the supernatural?

where can someone find u at a party?

go-to karaoke song?

whats the craziest thing youve ever done in the name of love?

if u had to lose one of the 5 senses, which would u pick?

early bird or night owl?

if u were stranded on an island, what 3 objects would u bring with u?

unpopular marauders opinion?

what would u do if u were the last person on earth?

fav number?

fuck marry kill: james, reg, lily.

whats one language u wish u were fluent in?

thats all for now <3

(also i realized these are always SO long & im prob clogging up ur page with my rambling so if u ever want me to stop just lemme know!!!)

-bee

hi hey hello bee :)))))

THEIR ART IS LEGITIMATELY TOP NOTCH IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD.

tay tay -

closure - JEGULUS - listen , I think it's literally James after they break up. like to me it's him 'seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain' I can so so so imagine that being him to Regulus after a long day and all he can feel is PAIN.

out of the woods - JEGULUS - claiming this song especially for my jegulus , but to me it screams of a pair of people (James and regulus) absolutely in love and one of them (regulus) trying so so hard not to be , but 'the monsters turned out to be just trees' and 'when the sun came up you were looking at me' - so so so them.

clean - LILY - ok at first I WAS thinking jegulus , but then I listened and I was like 'Lily Evans' like can you imagine???? her after finally telling Snape to fuck the fuck off , and feeling so much pain , but then one morning waking up and finally being 'clean' (side note - I forgot that u existed is also for them)

SKSKSK I haven't finished it yet - reading mental by sara_holmes - a legilmency drarry fic in which a miscast spell makes them hear each other's thoughts. ( also no. 'tis not okay. execute you.)

chatting :))))) -

pigeons are motherfuckin ugly and I would NEVER waste my camera storage on them. I'd literally rather take a picture of a rubbish bin. hate those pesky arse bastards.

YES YES YES oh my god I'm so excited for dune 2. it has Timmy , zendaya , Flo - literally a bisexual's DREAM cast (and also Austin butler??? I think???) can't wait to go there with the old lu and fucking watch every second ( he fell asleep in the last one.)

I celebrated by getting brownies !!!! nah , honestly when they do that , I'm all like 'keep ur gob shut u mf lepers' they have no common decency like DUDE can you let me fail in peace ???

kitchen jazz , walking through the ran and threats to go to the mental hospital <3333 how lucky we are :))))

they should have a colonel sanders statue like the one of Jesus in Brazil. like , I've said this before , but no one would KNOW Kentucky if not for kfc. and horses , I think. kfc and horses.

lelblelblelb !!! that's so rude of her she should break up with him immediately. pronto. see lu hasn't had a girlfriend in the entire time I've known him. so I'm thinking he'll still be a loner at 40. I might not be. (jk we both won't be. he'll find some girl and I'll find someone too!!! (said depressed because I haven't yet found someone) )

nah she's a bitch for real. but she's pretty. but she's a bitch. girl fuck your RAM and your motherboards. and there are so many bigger things to worry about. like global warming or whatever.

IK IK IK I LOVE HER XENO SO SO MUCH !!!! pandora was winning fr fr. (as was he. both are equally lucky to have each other)

I KNOW THAT MOMENT REALLY MADE IT FOR THE WOLFSTAR SHIPPERS !!!!!! like damn we made it happen. I just fuckin know it (so did we with the Timmy x Gary thing. like they for sure knew.)

hozier literally HEALS my soul. like he (and lu) are the only men ever <33 I think I'd be in fuckin tears if I ever went to a concert. (also same??? I got like three videos of Canadian glow coins ???)

Jesus/judas - nah I saw one of the Great War nd I fr was feeling for JESUS. like bro knew it was judas and he didn't say anything and ,,,, tragic (listen it may be blasphemous but I can so see like a Jesus/judas style marauders au. like it's so blasphemous. but it would be so good.)

BOY FORGOT HIS ROOTS. HE FORGOT THAT IT WAS US BRITS THAT GAVE HIM HIS CLAIM TO FAME. WITHOUT US HE'D NEVER 'GO AMERICA' THAT LITTLE BASTARD.

IT'S YOUUUU SHAPE OF YOUR BODY IS BLUEEE FEELING I GOT IS OOOOOH WOAH WOAH IT'S A CRUEEEL SUMMER (gotta go throw rocks at someone's window fr fr and have him look up 'grinning like a devil' like DAMN.)

piss , pickpockets & gladiators <333 London is the city of pigeons , rain and red buses. what's yours up there in canada??

I TOOK AWAY HOUSEPOINTS. IF THEY DO IT TOMORROW IT'S A LUNCH TIME DETENTION FOR THEM. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THOSE LIL BITCHES. full respect to the ones that keep out my way , love them.

it's so cool u can full name liv , because it's the other way round for me. like in a fully LOUD voice he full names me and I'm like 'fuck okay this shit serious'

and about lil harry and uncle moony I found this canary u might like (ac: letraspal)

I hate dumpydumpster so much. how dare u hurt my boy harry like that. (u bet I'm going to take it out on him in doa)

yes how am I supposed to be with u if u don't read. how are we supposed to keep each other silent company u don't fuckin read. and and remus lupin is god how can someone not know him.

CHESSSSS. I LOVE THE VIBES AND I'M GOING TO LEARN I SWEAR. and queen's gambit energy slays whether u win or lose. just saying.

except when the question is some astronomical shit and all u can think of is - damn. gonna pull a hitchhikers guide to the galaxy and go for '42'.

ANNOTATING SAPPHO'S POETRY FOR EACH OTHER??? THAT'S SO SWEET AND ONE OF THE MOST ROMANTIC THINGS TO EXISTS EVER ???? I WISH THEM NOTHING BUT THE BEST AND I HOPE THEY GET MARRIED FR FR.

ahhhh Fatima is my safe space.( and yes old churches on top. but there's an abandoned church like three streets away and it's like a horror movie style church. literally abandoned. posters from the war or some shit it's scary fr fr) and ALGARVEEEE algarve is home home. (the food is top-notch so I get u so hard) !!!

no same because hangovers are the reason Lucifer fell from heaven like wtf ???? (although lu does have a hangover cure , and if I'm the drunk one and he makes it I'm always at least 50% better. he a real one for that.)

THIS. EXACTLY. like moonseeker? at least do that?? give my boy a break okay like damn.

yes exactly like u better not stick me with shit like mole or rat or something u best believe I'm retaking that test. (thank u I feel welcomed indeed. but careful because I'm still a brave at heart.)

I want to go Dairy Queen.and wingstop. ESPECIALLY. wingstop.

got them chills from tmt like that song HITS HITS.

Timmy Tim and Tim Timmy <333

european chocolate is the only chocolate that should exist. ban American chocolates. (also cannot believed they banned kinder eggs. like wtf dude???)

that's annoying as fuck I hate when that happens. sue the sky.

EXACTLYYYY OH MY GOD. a taller Georgie and a shorter it and it was fucking hilarious. everyone complimented us and we were so proud!!!

yes like I like him in fics in canon he go fuck himself into the deep pits of the nether worlds.

YES, U DO THAT , I DO LU AND WE WILL CONVERGE AT THIS POINT WHEN WE SUCCEED.

I would just burst into tears. straight up.

mskingbean oh how I love her. lw references have my heart (literally going to write one in chapter 13. so excited.)

who the fuck would run after them. if it was me I'd be running away.

I WANT TO GO THERE. I WILL ONE DAY. ONE DAY JUST U WAIT.

nah that sounds like such a fun cute lil snack I love that shit.

harry would love that for u. liz and lu know what's up , they got their bisexual best friends , and now they're allied as fuck.

glad it's a semi-swear. that's so fun omg. also I also took French in primary and secondary and I still cannot speak more than 'je ma pellet' (not correct but u get it). Lu's a fluent frenchie though , so I always got him to do my French hw , and I'd do his English. fair exchanges , that way .

GOLD DIGGER STYLES !!!!!!

LILY EVANS THE WOMAN THAT SHE IS <3333333

THANK U I LOVE BEING MULTILINGUAL !!!! also why everyone of urs moving away. that's kinda sad. (I teach u Hindi. then u can watch Bollywood movies which HIT.)

OKAY OKAY I HEAR U I SEE U I'LL WATCH.

yes like picnics in the forests with little bunnies running around in the sun aahhhhh. (also not being able to pick is so fuckin real of u. like I get that so hard.)

I too am my own hairdresser ( I lied because I tried then just called lu to do it for me so TECHNICALLY he's my hairdresser but I digress) I'm gonna be honest here. glad u moved away from the make up artist dream because no way would I be paying 500£ for facial makeup like girl damn does that shit come with a free diamond necklace or something ???

I know I know I moan about it tonnes but bio and them are my THINGS. and oncology + cancer has always been a bit of an interesting thing to me. very cool to learn about . (and yes!! we take only diamonds of friends !!!)

GET LOUIS AWAY FROM GRANDMA. and straight to me. I could treat him right. ( all jokes I have one louis already (that's lu right there.) however I might abandon my louis for that louis !!!

Apple Music is just BETTER. sorry , bee , I shall never use Spotify. Apple Music is like the HD version of Spotify.

Canis Major (especially the alpha star wink wink) & Draco stay winning I love them so so much.

he SLAYED. he slays always he's so good at dancing makes me jealous fr. and yes a toaster , and I told him not to bother but he did. which , admittedly , very sweet of him.

one day many years in the future I shall brave America just for the wingstop. (now I want to eat those birria tacos so bad like god come in my mouth rn bbs.)

reviewing ur q's <333 -

THIS ALL SOUNDS SO INTERESTING ??? I AM SIMPLY IN AWE ???? also yess yess yess space and astronomy forever like looking through a telescope being there being real and just so .... ethereal. love that for us ex-astronomy bitches.

nah bro got done so bad he switched to the other side. now I wanna know if he's still getting done bad by the men. but u did what u had to , and it's really just his fault.

avoiding shitty advice like YESS YESSS DAMNNNNN I wish I could do the same.

bismuth for bi is so real. bisexuals for the winnnnn. I'd be polonium because I want to be a poison. dangerous as fuck.

008 sounds so cool , but 007 has a ring to it. like it just does. idk what I'd be. 007 is my go to. so double oh seven it is.

no literally I can never get tired of savoury stuff , but I can of sweet things. like no one ever gets it , but I'm absolutely right. (brownies are the only exception to this rule)

Phoebe and Monica !!!! my baes I love them so much !!! my favourite friend is joey. I aspire to be a loveable slut too <33

a couple MILLION???? I'd be shooting for the billions ??? bad one bee. endless pasta yesssss as u should !!! (and yes so noble of u to stop the world problems. such a good person !!!! )

nah same I'd be killing myself before any clown kills me. or I'd be like Eddie , survive till the second movie then die on the cusp of happiness.

OPALS ARE SO PRETTY THEY'RE LIKE MADE OF PARADISE I SWEAR. and I fucking love emeralds and malachite (idk what the last one is but I'm trying)

YESSS SCORPIO IS SO PRETTY TOO!!! Canis Major also a win yessss. and Leo. ahhhh reggie I love u . but not as much as sirius. but I love u. AND LUPUS OMG (makes note of sirius telling remus about his very own star)

idk what you're talking about having lunch with Anne Hathaway is perfectly normal. and Mac and cheese with the queen of Genova ??? stay winning girl , love that for u and ur funny little brain.

nah because same. I had a whole ass baby with someone , beautiful and blonde and it was a cute lil baby boy and I was such a happy mother then I woke up and I was sad ???? like bro u were never a mother LET IT GO !!! pregnancy dreams are weird as fuck. especially when u dk who the father was.

ahhh yess having your soulmate by your side yessss I love. I've had so many dreams but I never know who the person is. like reveal yourself heathen so I can find u and kiss you on the mouth.

yes ben barnes hits but not as hard as Timmy Tim Tim.

this movie food sounds lovely. once I took a whole steak too the movies. + Yorkshire puddings. (but its okay because cinemas here don't have ushers. ) and people around us were eating shit like fucking lobster. like idk what we were on but that movie everyone was eating high cuisine. (but I love a good box of smarties , nachos + gummy worms myself. ALSO THE RAZZLE DAZZLE CHOCOLATE BUTTONS. THE WHITE ONES.)

ooooh interesting. I've actually seen some ads for that shit , adding to my list rn. (my own last text was 'can I be the banker today' and u can very well guess who it was to)

yes girl ! go ! to therapy !! (the last text I got was 'YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT BEING THE BANKER. FUCK NO. I'D RATHER KILL MYSELF. )

no yes I so get this because same. there's literally only one person I'd ever phone call/ FaceTime (lu) and I'm on ft with him now (he's not being neglected it's like a mutual study session where I study and he studies and also makes sure I'm studying.

achilles ! wow idk how to feel about that myself. u better not lose your lover or else you will literally raze the earth. (and I better not lose mine or I'll lose them again)

no same there are so many good memes idk how to choose it's way too hard. this one is my favourite-

my q's !!! -

getting married and having a family. I know I know some people will say 'not very feminist' (fuck them feminism is about choice) and dw CAREER is still on top. but I know I'm going to do that shit. I want that true love type of thing. the kind where you look at someone and go 'yes. you. you're the one.' that kind. damn this shit got me sentimental as fuck. and I really just want that happily ever after with my person and I want to have a family too. AND A CAREER. but I'd do that on my own too. u get me ??

eating brownies. and baking brownies. and jazz dancing. but brownies and jazz. and also , obviously reading and writing !!!

probably Tumblr. everyone is so chill here I love it.

are u asking about my idk ?? like the one thing that a potential date or someone would do to turn me off immediately ??? I'll answer it like u are hold on. when he's a mummy's boy. (and I've had this experience specifically with a boy). like oh my mum doesn't like it when u do that. my mum doesn't want me to do that. my mum would do that for me why don't u. idk motherfucker maybe because I'm not your mum????? the fuck ??? go date her then ????

world trip with my best friend and buy a huge giant mansion and fucking have the time of my life. and donate to charity and stuff , obviously.

near the window next to the snack table eating a cracker and holding a can of coke and chatting to lu. (if sober) // if not sober then on top of lu piggy back style trying to unscrew the light bulb and saying it's too hot but getting cheered on also by the unsober crowd. true story. happens weirdly often ?? but I always ask for piggy-backs when drunk it's like ... a thing.

*coughs* *brushes lint off of jacket* *coughs again* I CAN'T LOVE YOUUUUU IN THE DARRRRRKKKKK I FEEEEEL LIKE WE'RE OCEANSSSSSS APARTTTTT.

hmmm. going to go for platonic soulmatism (sorry to anyone I've dated. I just haven't crazy things for u. u were nice though. some of u that is.) I put itching powder in the uniform of a guy on the rival hockey team (he'd fouled lu and he was all taunty and shit and I had it in my pockets only because we'd passed by a partica shop and I had to go inside to buy shit for a party and I was like 'damn itching powder this is fun'). rest be assured Lu's team did indeed win. (the guy had rashes on his face next time I saw him , which , not my fault because that's not where I put the itching powder ??)

speaking. I can write notes , I can hear music , I can see my peoples. I don't mind never talking again.

night owl. I love getting my shit done late and staying up till like late then going to bed and refusing to wake up ever. this is also another reason I get full-named by lu sometimes. he literally has had to wake me up by throwing shit at my window before.

Swiss army knife , first aid kit , and lu. if people are not allowed , then I say phone. call for emergency and shit. or if people aren't counted , then I say monopoly. maybe the imminent cause of death will make him let me be the banker.

listen this is very unpopular but -it's not misogynistic if people say 'lily potter' instead of 'Lily Evans' . like that was her name. people are fully allowed to call her that??? it's not unfeminist to take your husband's last name , and someone should tell them that. (not talking about when she isn't married to James or when she's younger. ) but u get what I mean. like let people live damn she is a potter. at least in canon.

kill myself. very simple. but I'd need lu at the very least. can't live on the earth without the best friend (very sirius x James . except sirius did live without James....) I'd straight up kill myself if he died. very dramatic , I know. but we go down together !

3. u might have seen the reblog on my blog of this number going everywhere. but 3 is very dear to me. I think I really hate 2 though. like that bitch can go die in a ditch somewhere. '23' is a close second (hello I was born on the 23rd)

fuck lily marry James kill reg. sorry reg but I'm pulling the 'they're good people' thing. but I still love you. but I love them more.

hmm. I do wish I was fluent in French. I think I'd love to understand half the shit lu keeps saying to me. and maybe I'd've got a better grade in my French exams in secondary school !

q's for uuuu -

are you a mirrorball or this is me trying ?

drarry or dramione (feel ashamed to ask but I feel like I should )?

one ship has to go - jily or regulus ?

wolf star or jegulus ?

craziest thing you've ever done in the name of love ?

craziest thing someone's done in the name of love for you?

funniest story you have ?

craziest rumour you've ever heard ?

bitchiest thing someone has ever said ?

harry or Hermione ?

dramione or romaine (again , obvious answer , but I still want to ask )?

(AND NEVER STOP RAMBLING !!!! I LIVE FOR THE RAMBLES!!! THEY ARE ALL VERY VERY DEAR TO ME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. come back soon bee I will miss u too much <33)

#ess waters a plant #bee <33 #ess's marauders x ts crossover

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brightside-brigade · 1 year

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MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM

fine. Fine fine fine fine. I'm making it to keep it together and stop having another breakdown pls do not mind it. In fact do something to let me know this isn't annoying.

WELCOME TO SHIKI POSTING HOUR IM SORRY. This will be mostly headcanons that have come to me at an alarming rate. Which I will be ignoring that fact. More mature ones will be under a read more. Nothing super explicit, more like regarding preferences and shit.

So. Shiki. Holy shit. So in case you haven't seen me losing my absolute shit these past couple weeks, he is one of the four main... well. Not antagonists entirely? Certainly not good. Dubious at best? In the series Dance with Devils. (As much as it we had available mind you.) Unlike the other three, he is a fallen angel as opposed to being a devil. He also fulfills the niche in his little quartet of the.. well. The one there is something very wrong with. The bastard twink. The one in art club. You know the kind.

According to lore here, his reason for falling was apparently after he and his partner failed to save some humans, his partner became deeply depressed. As such, Shiki eventually decided the only way to connect with them was to kill them, and the only way to feel was through pain. If you ask me, that's not exactly what happened. No way it escalated that fast. Due to my personal distrust of heaven I have decided they're not telling the whole truth. And something fucked up happened.

Hes fucking deranged and yet sickeningly sweet, like. Definitely the kind to cuddle for hours but there's no guarantee he won't eat your organs. He did threaten to kill the mc while snuggling her at one point so. Goals. I can fix him. It's fine.

He gives me the vibes that he either types with too many emojis or in UwU speak. Very heavy on cutesy or flowery words. Definitely sends photos of his art projects. How tasteful those are varies. Absolutely no telling what the fuck an art project entails.

Along with that he also feels like he has the diet of a college student. Instant noodles, coffee, energy drinks, muffins, cheap vending machine stuff. Bodies weight in pizza. Though if given the opportunity he'd definitely love a fancy restaurant that happens to be in the bad part of town and no one is sure where they get the meat.

Generally flirty disaster. At least Bi, judging by his interactions with Urie in show (one sided may they be). Though Flirting doesn't equate to interest for him, he's just like that.

He has the ability to fire off his feathers as a form of weapon, turning them sharp as daggers. Despite his lifestyle being haphazard, he keeps his wings well maintained, they are his pride.

No way to tell if he's joking about murder or whatever. Goodluck.

This boy is a sadomasochist in Canon, to where he purposefully upsets Urie into attacking him with his weapon, being a rose that can turn into a whip. However, he also spoke of "breaking the mc slowly/gently,". So what I'm getting at is he's a switch. Or power bottom depending on who he's with.

Definitely some kind of slutty catboy. I mean look at his final battle outfit.

^ I want that twink obliterated. (He brings me urges of affection violence. I want to squeeze the life out of him lovingly. And vice-versa. )

Owns at least three body pillows.

#I'm sorry.#i hate myself for this #but fuck it we ball

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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hello!! c: I loved prompt 18 and so I was wondering if you could write something with childe, diluc and kaeya (separately) where your s/o is very excited for the date that was arranged, the reader gets dressed and puts on his/her best clothes, but then after waiting a long time for her partner, she realizes that he won't show up. Maybe after returning home find the character sleeping or doing something else? angst/hurt with comfort attempt pls? 😭

When he stands you up, and then apologizes

summary: you had both agreed to this date, you even planned it on advance so that it wouldn't interfere with his schedule together! ...so why isn't he here? includes: childe (19 bullet points), diluc (21 bullet points), kaeya (19 bullet points) format: bulletted headcanons + small dialogues warnings: reader being stood up, also i think this turned out to be really gender neutral? i think i didn't really use gendered words... thank you for your request! i hope you like it >< i'm still not very good at writing kaeya, so i hope this was okay;;

Diluc

Truth be told, you were already expecting this to happen. Deep down.

But that didn't make it hurt any less.

You both had planned it with months of anticipation, too. He promised you he'd be here.

But here you were, coming back home after being stood up. You had waited for him for hours, and he never showed up.

So you were back at the winery, and he wasn't even there. The maids told you he had to attend... some business outside.

Just great, you thought as you entered your shared, empty room and put on some more comfortable clothing. He forgot about it.

When Diluc gets home late at night and goes to your room, he's greeted with you snacking on some cookies and reading a novel.

"Love?" "Oh, you're finally home. Hi."

Diluc feels guilty. The reason why he hadn't gone to your date was because he had received yet another threatening letter from the abyss order and had to take care of that as soon as possible.

It really wasn't his intention to stand you up!

Even if you know about his vigilante duties, he feels hesitant on telling you this.

He feels like it sounds like an excuse even if it isn't and he has proof.

So he kneels down next to the bed while you keep giving him the cold shoulder, hurt, yet trying not to show it to him.

"I'm sorry, love. I really am. I promise you this will be the last time something like this happens. Please let me make it up to you."

And making it up he does.

For the rest of the month, he clears his schedule as much as possible to spend time with you.

Whatever you want to get or do, he will get or do.

You want to eat your favorite cake? He'll get the maids to bake it for you.

You want to visit Liyue, you say? He can take you there and get you anything that catches your attention, from a simple dish to the most expensive of jewerly and outfits you could want.

He's awkward with his words, but even then he tries for you and tells you how precious you are to him, how much he loves you and how sorry he still is he sometimes can't spoil you and spend time with you how you deserve.

More than anything, though, he spends quality time with you and does acts of service for you besides the multiple gifts (since you probably rejected a lot of his offers to get you things). That's how he tries to make it all up to you.

He promises he'll be more careful from now on.

And he kept that promise, since in the next big date you organized, he was there an hour early with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, waiting for you.

You were never stood up again.

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

Normally, you wouldn't blame him or be too hurt when this kind of thing happens.

You understand he has a very important position within the Fatui and that means he can be sent on important, urgent missions at any time and he can't complain or go against his orders.

You respect his work, you get it and all.

But this time what hurt you the most wasn't being stood up, it was the fact that he didn't show up the next day, or the next, or the next, or the next after that.

He practically disappeared for two months without any notice and without sending any kind of letter or message.

A lot of the usual agents you'd see working at the bank and you knew worked under his command weren't there, and the few who were had no clue where he went.

You were both angry, hurt and worried sick.

You waited, and waited, and kept on waiting.

And the night he finally came back home, fortunately unharmed, you literally tackled him with a hug with tears in your eyes.

"Uwah, you missed me that much~? Wait- it's not the time for this! I'm- I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I couldn't go to our date that day, it really wasn't my intention to-" "S-shut up! I- Do you know how worried I was?!"

He was thinking about your date the whole time he was away on that long, long mission.

Ajax can be a lot of things, most of which are bad things, but he would NEVER break a promise.

So he feels extremely guilty for breaking that one promise he had with you :(

If you thought Diluc could start to get overwhelming with gifts and attention, you have yet to see what Childe is willing to do to earn your forgiveness.

You WILL be treated like royalty, whether you want to or not.

He will spoil you rotten with everything he can. Food, gifts, travels, physical affection, adventures, theatre plays, concerts, art works, books-

Say the word and he will give you whatever you want. No need to hold back! He loves spoiling you, don't feel guilty for anything.

Hell, he would even let you beat him up without defending himself if you were really that mad at him.

"Okay, do you remember what we say in Snezhnaya about pinkie promises? If we break one, we can be thrown in the ice. Do you want us to go to Dragonspine so you can throw me in the ice or something?!" "A-ajax, we don't need to go that far!!" Or maybe you do, hmm...

Overall he's very apologetic and feels a bit disappointed in himself.

He never wants to break your trust, so he will make sure this won't happen again!

Kaeya

The Cavalry Captain is a very busy person, even if it sometimes doesn't look like it.

You know it, you've known it from the very start.

But it doesn't make it any less humilliating or painful to leave on your own after waiting for him for hours just for him not to show up at all.

You go back home and, after having cried for a while, you go to sleep on your own, locking the door from inside and keeping the key with you.

So when Kaeya went back home, he couldn't enter the room to sleep.

This man literally forgot about your date, sorry.

He just got so busy early in the day- he was practically overworked the entire day and couldn't get out to go to your date.

In fact, he was so tired at the moment that he feel asleep the moment he sat down on the couch.

So the apology would wait until tomorrow, when you would finally get out from the room to have breakfast.

You saw no glimpse of him, and assumed he just wasn't home right now.

But as you were making breakfast for yourself, he appeared seemingly out of nowhere and hugged you from behind.

"Hello there, darling... I'm sorry for yesterday, I suddenly got all this work piled upon me. I know, I know it sounds like an excuse but I swear it isn't. I'm just- I'm sorry, sweetheart, I really am."

He goes on to explain everything that happened to him the day before and apoogize over and over again.

He feels so sorry :( He was so stressed and overworked, it really just skipped over his head.

He asks you how would you want him to make it up to you.

He will do about everything you want, no matter what it is.

He, too, would let you hit him for a while if you were feeling mad enough to do it.

He's going to be practically glued to you for the rest of the week- or even the next month if he can!!

He will get very touchy and vocal about it too... Overall, Kaeya is going to be really clingy with you.

You might need to tell him to stop if it gets overwhelming, otherwise, he's going to keep on doing it!

#diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact headcanon #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #melwritesgenshin #melodywritings

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home.

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably.

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time.

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary.

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating.

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror.

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours.

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later.

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise.

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him.

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!”

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him.

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down.

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside.

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?”

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both.

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly.

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum.

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure.

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp.

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb.

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight.

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses.

He wanted you to do that to him.

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second.

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you.

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours.

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips.

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly.

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked.

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over.

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin.

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips.

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth.

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job.

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet.

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination.

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior.

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order.

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust.

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you.

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips.

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point.

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you.

Until you started to move again.

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly.

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon.

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—”

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body.

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't.

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself.

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly.

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you.

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie.

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled.

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure.

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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